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happysnowseal · 7 months ago

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Deals and Desires (final)

Sylus x OC | Midnight Stealth!AU

genre: smut, lil’ comedy, enemies to enemies who fuck

rating: explicit

description: You fail to find the brooch within 24 hours, so the twins suggest you offer Sylus something else in return for getting into the auction—your body. Turns out, your desires are aligned, no matter how twisted they seem.

word count: 8.8k

warnings: IMPROPER use of Evol, tentacle smut, “rope” bondage, lore from Midnight Stealth and the two chapters we meet Sylus (duh), Luke and Kieran being instigators, mentions of hentai, OC’s turned on by Sylus and his Evol and is conflicted, rough sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (male and female receiving), double penetration, unprotected sex (this is fiction), standing 69, mirror sex, sneaky sex, electrostimulation, cum eating, multiple rounds.

a/n: IT IS DONE. IT IS HERE! I made a post saying imagine Sylus manipulating his Evol into tentacles to fuck OC with… and voila! This was born. I incorporated a lot of the game dialogue/events but also put my own spin on it. Asks, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated! 💌

You must be sick in the head.

Ever since you witnessed those black-red tendrils dissipate the man in black who abducted you into nothing but mere crimson specks, something strange awoke in you. Witnessing such a cruel death shouldn’t pique your curiosity, but beneath your horrified expression was a deep fascination for the leader of Onychinus’ powers. Not that you’d ever tell him.

A simple flick of the wrist or snap of the fingers is all it takes to summon those menacing black-red tendrils. The powerful mist would coil your vulnerable body, manipulate it, bind it—all for his intentions of resonating with you.

However, as the shopkeeper had stated, you can’t resonate with him. On a subconscious level, you’re rejecting him, scared of him, or disgusted by him. So you wonder: is it possible to fear him yet desire him also?

When Sylus proposed a deal that would aid you in your quest for the Aether Core, you couldn’t resist. You had twenty-four hours to find a brooch he had hidden somewhere in Onychinus’ base. Yet despite searching every nook and cranny, you came up short of nothing.

The first time Sylus caught you, he was reading a book on the couch. His calm demeanor didn’t match his appearance, which screamed sin. The gold-rimmed glasses on his face matched a gentlemanly scholar's, but his body was adorned in a lavish red robe, with a V-line low enough to expose his toned pecs. Seriously, who was he showing off for?

“Get out.”

Once you were caught snooping, the same black-red mist formed make-shift handcuffs that bound your wrists. You groaned, dwelling on your loss.

The second time he caught you was when he was dusting his shelves, his back toward you. He was no longer in his robe, having changed into a black dress shirt and matching slacks. Without sparing you a glance, one word left his lips.

“Leave.”

The black-red tendrils were back around your wrists and you whined. “Ugh… I was caught again…”

Third time’s the charm, right? You had your gun loaded and after cocking it, you said to yourself, “This time for sure, I’ll…”

A pair of black slippers showed up in your peripheral and you slowly looked up to see the same, steeled expression in those crimson eyes and that cursed red robe again. It was like a second skin on him at this point. He let out a weighted sigh, which diminished your confidence.

“... I know. I’ll go now,” you said, defeated. He didn’t use his Evol this time, and you’re at war with yourself as to why you even noticed. Or why it mattered so much.

The last time Sylus caught you was the worst. He was in the shower, so you seized the chance to search his bedroom. Desperate, you even sunk to the low level of animal abuse when you shook Mephisto, his crow with mechanical wings, like a piggy bank for answers.

That’s when Sylus turned off the water and panic struck you, so you hid. There was a small window of opportunity to escape, but a phone call came in, deterring your plans. He answered, you eavesdropped, and when things were getting juicy, he noticed your presence and chuckled.

“Mr. Sylus?” the man on the call said.

“It’s nothing. Just a stray cat who happened to barge in.”

This time Sylus not only apprehended you by the wrists, he lifted you in the air as black-red mist swirled around his left hand. The call ends as he sets you down on the bed, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Not because you failed, but because you didn’t want to face the humiliation of how his Evol brought back a certain spark you thought fizzled out.

Sylus’ back was turned, selecting a record before placing it on his record player.

“Have I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?” he asked. You stared at your bound wrists, trying to ignore the shiver that ran down your spine.

“You’re the one who suggested a deal. But here you are making things difficult—” you said, fiddling with your thumbs. He approached you, a stern look flashing across his sharp features.

“You’ll have to work harder.”

He grabbed one of your wrists, and red sirens went off in your head. Your mind raced a mile a minute, wondering what his intentions were as he dragged you off the bed. You commanded him to let go, and he obliged, but only after he shoved you out of his room.

“Leave,” he said, his head gesturing to your right, “I’m going to bed.”

At least he kicked Mephisto out too, so you didn’t have to face the loss alone.

Which brings you to the present. You’re scribbling doodles of the bastard as an outlet for your anger, making the stylish choice of adding devil horns on top of his head.

It’s bad enough you’ve been trapped in Onychinus’s base for who knows how long. The man who’s held you captive should be your worst enemy, yet every encounter ignites an inferno in the pit of your stomach. Try as you may, but the dark thoughts you shove in the back of your mind are bubbling to the surface. If anything could anchor you back to reality, it’d be this—remember the mission.

You were to get into the auction to find the Aether core, which you can’t do without his help. But you couldn’t find that stupid brooch, so you’re back to square one. You scrawl over the sketch of Sylus, the pressure harsh enough that the paper threatens to tear until only a tornado of black ink is left.

“You’re pulling your hair out over this, huh?” Kieran says, sitting atop a table with his back towards you. He looks over his shoulder, so his voice will reach better. “If you want to do something, maybe we can help you.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, casting the notebook aside.

“If you want to conquer our boss’s heart, you’ll have to use a different approach,” Luke says, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m not trying to conquer his heart. He’s trying to conquer mine if anything,” you retort, folding your arms across your chest as you stand. Luke pulls a book from underneath the table and slides it across in your direction. You walk over, pick it up, and drop it just as quickly like it was a ticking time bomb. “What the fuck?!”

“Strike when he’s off-guard!” the twins chorus with Kieran leaning forward as Luke makes claws with his hands.

“Yeah, I suppose anyone who receives a hentai novel would be caught off-guard! What’s wrong with you two?!” You have to tear yourself away from looking at the erotic cover, depicting an anime girl being fucked by black tentacles belonging to what seems to be a demonic being. He had it all: horns atop his head, ebony eyes, endless tendrils, and a smokin’ hot bod like Sy—wait. No. Don’t look at it anymore. Even sparing it another glance feels like corruption and sin.

Luke chuckles, taking the explicit material back and flipping it open to a specific page. “For some people, they get bored once they have everything. So only those who dare to challenge their authority can catch their interest,” he reads.

Kieran’s sharp memory allows him to quote the story without having it in his hands. "When you're dealing with such a person, you bow down and submit or take them out in one go."

“What are you on about?” you ask, exasperated they’re quoting the pornography like it’s a holy scripture. Luke shuts the book and slides it towards you again, but you grimace like it’ll taint your soul.

“If you don’t want to conquer his heart, perhaps it’d be smarter if you conquer his… desires.”

“If you bow down and submit, maybe our Boss will have a change of heart and help you get into the auction. I mean, no one’s ever offered him their body,” Kieran adds. Your hands fall to your side, balling into fists until your knuckles turn white.

“I’d rather take him out in one go,” you say through gritted teeth. It’s not like you haven’t tried. However, the crazy bastard used you to shoot himself in the chest and you haven’t been the same since. Man thinks he has regenerative healing properties and he’s all that. Pfft. “You two are insane if you think being promiscuous is the solution.”

“In the end, Boss wants to resonate with you. You don’t have to like him, but your body can. Think about it,” Kieran insists, tilting his chin down slightly. The mask he wore shields his face, but you can imagine the impish grin from his inflection. “There’s nothing more intimate than spending a night together.”

“Read the comic,” Luke says, and you can tell from his tone he’s smirking despite the matching mask on his face. “Maybe you’ll find it enjoyable.”

“N-No. This is insanity. You’re telling me your Boss wants to fuck someone with his Evol as… tentacles?”

“Now you see why no one’s ever offered their body,” Kieran says matter-of-factly.

“This is stupid,” you mutter, clasping a hand to your forehead. “I’d rather die than fuck Sylus.”

“She might die even if she does fuck Sylus.” Kieran’s quick to elbow his brother in the side, and your heart is lodged in your throat, beating so loudly like it’s about to burst. He’s right. You could. You’ve seen what his Evol could do to a person.

But you’ve also thought about what it could do for a person. For you.

“Just… think about it,” Kieran says, his voice gentle like he’s coaxing a kitten out of its hiding spot. “If you give our Boss his ultimate desire, I’m sure he’ll do the same for you. You’ve never once thought about him in such a way? You’re not a tad bit curious?”

Luke and Kieran were treading dangerous waters. These two instigators somehow burrowed into your subconscious, forcing you to come face-to-face with your depravity.

You roll your eyes to maintain aloofness, but the book ends up in your possession seconds later. “I’m taking this for research. You’re sure this belongs to him?”

“Absolutely!” they chorus and you’re not sure hearing double aids their credibility.

“Boss is least guarded when he’s sleeping,” Kieran informs. Aren’t we all?

“You only have one shot,” Luke says, emphasizing his point by sticking up his forefinger. “Don’t waste this chance. Just do it!” He gives you a supportive fist pump and you peer down at the lewd book cover again.

What choice did you have? The twins presented a rather salacious solution, but Sylus was your only means of getting into the auction. As Luke said, if you can’t conquer his heart, perhaps you can conquer his desires.

No matter how twisted.

Three hours later…

Time slips away from you as you’re engrossed in your “research.” Not only was it full of filth, but the plot (if you can even call it that), was eerily similar to your situation. The girl on the cover was a demon hunter who fucks a demon to get him to do what she needs. Every drawing is breathtaking, detailed, and graphic. The way his tentacles bent her body to his will, the various positions, how it slithered around her body—it awoke the same feelings you had the night you met Sylus.

The dialogue instilled shame, lust, and more than enough sexual tension to charge a lightning storm. You had to pause every few pages, fanning your face until your cheeks cooled enough to continue. An earthquake couldn’t pry this masterpiece from your grasp and you were determined to finish it.

Once you’re done, you slam the book shut. You take a deep breath, regaining a sense of clarity when a realization dawns on you.

This was why Sylus’s Evol fascinated you. How every time he manipulated your body, a surge of adrenaline coursed through your body until your heart nearly gave out. You indeed feared him; everyone did. But fear was a mask you’ve clung onto so desperately to disguise the dark truth.

Sylus could’ve killed you at any time, but he chose not to. Sure, he has ulterior motives, but the control he has over his power is undeniably sexy, and knowing he can’t kill you meant you had control over him too.

You’ve hidden your desires under revulsion and endless banter when maybe he was right. You’re two kindred spirits, who are more alike than you want to admit. Someone created this book to satisfy the same urges you’ve been depriving yourself of and if Sylus indulged in these fantasies, then you’re not insane for wanting the same thing.

You’ve made up your mind.

If you offer your body to Sylus, it’s a win-win. You’ll get into the auction and you no longer have to feel ashamed about wanting him.

For the mission of course.

You head to Sylus’s bedroom, standing outside the wooden double doors. A pair of Evol-sealing handcuffs are in your possession, courtesy of the twins. You place them in your back pocket and rest your hands on the gold handles, giving yourself a mental pep-talk.

All or nothing!

You turn the handles and march in, seeing Sylus sleeping in his canopy bed with his back against the plush headboard instead of the mattress.

Is he a vampire? Eh. Red eyes, white hair, gorgeous—might as well be.

Climbing onto the bed gently, you watch his chest heave, his breathing evident but it’s so light that you’re tempted to press your ear against his chest to ensure he’s alive.

“Sylus… Sylus?” you say, confirming his dormant status. A soft chuckle escapes you as you whip out the handcuffs, lifting his wrist and attaching it to the golden vintage bed frame. “This is what you get.”

Now that he’s immobile, you can’t help your feasting eyes from ogling his exposed skin. That red robe was both a curse and a blessing, a warning of caution, yet you choose to ignore it. You hover your finger above his abdomen, contemplating whether to make contact when a hand snatches your wrist, lifting it to eye level.

“Showing up uninvited at this hour… Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” he says before tossing your wrist aside. You place both hands on either side of his head and his eyes slightly widen, but he remains composed. This would be a lot easier if you straddled him, but patience was a virtue.

“These handcuffs nullify a person’s Evol for an hour,” you declare. He stares at the restraints, his face devoid of emotion before settling his attention back on you. “No matter how powerful you are, you’re helpless as of now.”

“Really?” he asks, the corner of his lips hinting at a small smile. It’s subtle and leaves as soon as it comes. “What do you plan to do then since I’ve become your prey?”

You remove your hands and lean back to sit on your knees. “You’re going to listen to my counteroffer.”

To your surprise, he nods like he has nothing better to do. Maybe the cuffs weren’t necessary. “I’m intrigued. Continue.”

Clasping your hands together, you clear your throat like you had prepared a speech when in reality, your brain is scrambled. What are you supposed to say?

Hey Sylus, do you want to fuck and use your Evol on me like tentacles? It’ll help us resonate!

You might as well put a big fat sticker on your head that says “FREE $.99! FUCK NOW!” and get it over with.

“I’m getting bored,” he states, stirring you from disorganized thoughts. You press your lips into a thin line, mustering whatever courage you have left.

“Look… from the beginning, you trapped me here, forced me to resonate with you, and even said ‘we’re the same’...” You wet your lips out of habit to calm your nerves, and he doesn’t miss it. “I couldn’t find the brooch in time and need your help to get into the auction. And you want to be able to resonate with me. So…”

“Get to the point.”

“I’m offering you my body for the night,” you blurt out. He raises an eyebrow and his usually calm demeanor breaks for the first time as a flicker of confusion dances across his face. You would take pride in that, but his face quickly morphs, so you jump out of bed with your hands up, worried he’d deny you. “Hold on. Let me explain.”

Not like he had a choice. The fact he was handcuffed eludes you for a moment, but once you remember, it eases the tension in your shoulders. He waits for you to continue, the smug look on his face not helping to ease your nerves.

“I don’t like you and you don’t like me. But you want to resonate with me, so if we sleep together, maybe… I’ll hate you less. Besides, we have similar desires. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

His eyes glint a haunting crimson from the golden glow of his night lamp. “Do tell. How do I look at you?”

Your knees almost buckle from his deep, smooth voice. “Like… Like… you hate me.”

“Astonishing misunderstanding. Yet somehow you’ve concluded this means we should sleep together?”

You might as well die of embarrassment. “If it’s for the mission, I can detach my personal feelings. We do this and there’s a chance I’ll be able to resonate with you better. After all, what’s more intimate than spending the night together? It’ll work unless… you’re inadequate in bed.”

It’s brief, but you’re sure Sylus clenches his jaw as his lips press into a slight frown, his eyes narrowed on you with laser-like focus. You turn away from him, smacking your cheek like a spanking for being stupid enough to question Onychinus’ leader’s skills in bed.

“Are you done?”

You whip your head around. “Um… yes.”

An exasperated sigh escapes him. “You say you failed to locate the brooch, but your twenty-four hours aren’t up yet. There’s still time.”

You place one hand on your hip while the other waves him off, dismissing his words. “I’ve searched everywhere already!”

“Everywhere. But not everyone.”

The light bulb in your head goes off and you’re back by Sylus’ side on the bed, holding your palm out like an entitled brat.

“Where’s the brooch?”

His smile reaches his eyes and he gestures his free hand across the expanse of his body top to bottom. “Help yourself.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

You run your fingers along the black lapels on his robe, checking the inside layer first. The fabric is silky smooth to the touch, but you’re distracted by how hot his skin is on the back of your fingers. No brooch though.

Next, you check the outside of the lapels and sure enough, you feel a hard, circular object. Pulling it out, you see the crow brooch with a lustrous ruby in the center. You giggle with glee.

“Do you really think I hate you?” he questions.

“Now it doesn’t matter at all. I won!”

“Deals have conditions and my condition wasn’t met. The offer has expired already.”

“But you said…”

Shit. The handcuffs on Sylus start to glow red, similar to how blacksmiths heat materials in a furnace. The metal soon melts, allowing your once prey to become the predator.

Your attempts to escape are futile, given Sylus’ quick speed, and you’re thrown onto the bed. He hovers over you and your fight-or-flight instincts kick in as you throw a punch, but he catches your wrist and pins it down without batting an eye.

“You’re pretty good at running away.”

“Let me go. I already have the brooch.” He pins your other hand down, enveloping his large hand over your clenched fist.

“I told you. My offer has expired already, so the real question is… when does yours?”

Sylus is staring down at you with crazed, crimson eyes as the sound of your heartbeat rings in your ears. His hands are warm, too warm. Like they’ll burn you alive or maybe that’s your body heat rising exponentially from how close he was. His scent wafts over you, filling your nose with pleasant notes of cardamom and something herbal, which soothes your nerves and helps you rediscover your voice.

“I… I…”

“Use your words.”

“I only made you that counteroffer because I thought I failed. The brooch has been found. Who cares about the rules? You’re the leader of the N109 Zone. You break them all the time.”

“Careful, sweetheart. My patience is running thin. I’m only keeping you around because you’re still useful. And…” He squeezes your fist like he wants to pry it open. A warning. “I truly enjoy seeing my little prey struggle.” He brings your enclosed fist in front of his chest. “Especially when it thinks it can get away from me. Now tell me… what similar desires do we share?”

Okay. Maybe if you scream loud enough, Mephisto will fly in and—

“Answer me.”

Who were you kidding, Mephisto would sell you out in a heartbeat. That damn crow better not have seen you reading pornography. And those twins… they better start counting their days.

You pull your lower lip under your front teeth, hoping to seal your answer shut for good. But Sylus’ right eye glows red, and you writhe underneath him, turning your head to the side. His Aether Core will reveal your deepest desires if you make eye contact.

Sylus grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, probing into your subconscious and witnessing all your shameful thoughts. Eerie voices fill your mind, their murmurs are difficult to understand, but the pain they bring is borderline unbearable—an unfortunate side effect of Sylus’ intrusion. Once the glow in his eye fades, you feel like yourself again. But the twisted smile on his face let you know things were far from over.

“So that’s what you mean by shared desires… You want me to use my Evol on you. No… you want me to fuck you with it.”

“That’s not true! Luke and Kieran—”

He runs his thumb across your lips, an effective solution for your yapping mouth. “Such improper use of an Evol could have devastating consequences. You are too gullible, kitten.”

Damn it. Those two…!

“Don’t call me that,” you bite back.

“Oh? You have quite the mouth on you today. First, you make a big show of offering your body to me and now you don’t have the guts to tell me exactly how you want me to take you?” He leans closer, his lips ghosting above your own with the slightest touch. “Confess your true desires, [Y/N].”

“N-No. The twins set me up.”

“That book may not belong to me, but I assure you… my desires are all my own. And they align with yours. All you have to do is confess.”

He doesn’t move and prolongs eye contact to where you feel stifled, trapped, and heated in places you shouldn’t. The leader of the N109 Zone doesn’t play around and knows what he wants and the means to get it. But you like challenging him. You like being challenged by him too.

You stay quiet because giving in too easily is what he wants.

“That look in your eyes… Are you trying to seduce me?” You form what you believe is a scowl, but it results in another teasing smirk. “As long as you have desires, there will always be deals to make. So what will it be?”

“I want to get into the auction,” you say, uttering the same script to maintain a semblance of professionalism. “That’s all.”

He sees the brooch jutting out from the space between your forefinger and thumb, easily able to lift it from you. “Don’t move.”

To your surprise, he pins it on your shirt and sits on the edge of the bed. You sit up and lean on your elbows, tilting your head at his sudden behavior change.

“Technically, you did find the brooch. I won’t go back on what I promised you.”

“Wait, that’s it?”

“You sound rather disappointed.” He gets up, and you follow suit off the bed like a lost kitten. “If getting into the auction is all you desire, consider it done. You can leave now.”

His back is facing you, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s disappointed too. You fidget with the brooch, running your thumb across the smooth jewel. Without thinking, your hand latches onto his like a magnetic force. Sylus spins around, glowering as you intertwine your fingers through his.

“Let me resonate with you.”

“So brash… you’re getting more and more interesting.”

He entertains you and utilizes his Evol, the black-red mist wrapping around his forearm like sprouting vines as he brings your entwined hands up to eye level. He closes his eyes as more mist envelops where you two are connected, and you watch with bated breath as scarlet specks float inward.

Devour him… he’s yours. He’s right there before your very eyes.

Those eerie voices are back, and you’re strangely compelled to heed their words. An ivory glow shines where your palms meet before an explosive burst of energy emerges, a spiral of lethal scarlet and radiant white from your combined powers. Sylus opens his eyes and lets go of your hand, allowing ivory flakes to cascade down like confetti.

“It’s a shame. But not a surprise.”

“We can try again. Let’s—”

“I admire your tenacity, kitten. But I think we’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

Your insides feel like an unattended kettle, whistling from immense frustration and on the verge of exploding. You can’t leave now. Not after he gave you what you wanted. There is a thing called give-and-take, and you’re not one to only take. The guilt would eat you alive.

“I don’t want to owe you. Here,” you grab both his hands, “one more time.”

Sylus lifts his arms and pins you against the nearest wall with hands above your head. Your breath is knocked out of you when your back collides with it, the impact causing the lamp to nearly topple over. His glare is murderous and your sick mind dared to find it incredibly attractive.

“Your stubbornness is what’s going to get you killed someday,” he warns. You see him lean back and remove his hold over you, but when you try to move, you feel restrained. His powers; they’re bounding you. “Is this what you want? For me to use my Evol on you?”

“Isn’t that what you want? I don’t want to owe you,” you repeat. “So I’m ready for whatever’s going on here. You can… use me for the night.” The last part was barely above a whisper, but Sylus’ hum as he folds his arms across his chest lets you know he heard you.

“Do you know what you’re requesting, little one? My Evol is dangerous,” You feel the restraints tighten and they only stop when you yelp in pain. “Yet it’s almost like you welcome it. Even if it hurts. Do you like it when it hurts?”

The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife, so you kick in his direction with all your might. Hunter instincts, if you will. But the black-red tendrils around your ankle make you sweat as he lowers your leg without breaking eye contact, pinning both ankles to the wall.

“Feisty kitten thinks she’s a tiger now, huh?”

“Why don’t you get on with it already?” you snap, impatient. Sylus grabs your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips pucker like a fish.

“What makes you think I won’t kill you?” Like his razor-sharp words, you feel something akin to a collar around your neck. It prickles your skin while restricting the flow of oxygen to your lungs and you gasp like you’re trying desperately not to drown. You feel light-headed, but his Evol takes mercy on you and grants you enough air to breathe, though you know it comes with the price of answering his question.

“Because you would’ve done so already,” you answer, though your voice is shaky. Sylus nods, as if satisfied with your reply.

“Do you trust me?”

“No.”

“Clever girl.” The praise sounds delicious rolling off his tongue. “One final question.” He releases your face and bends down to meet your eye level. “Do you desire me?”

Having been inside your head, the answer was obvious. He’s looking for confirmation, a verbal confession to make whatever feelings you have for him tangible. The man is a walking red flag, and you’re about to wave a white one in surrender.

“If I don’t?” you question, challenging his authority one last time.

“Then I’ll release you.”

“And if I do?”

“Then… I hope you’ll allow me to have you. All of you. Deal?”

A beat passes and you gulp, your head saying no, but your body and heart screaming, “Yes.”

His hand comes up to caress your face, almost lovingly. “Yes, what?”

“I desire you.”

Sylus gives you a full smile, the corners of his eyes creasing. “You’re aware of the risks, right? With the snap of my fingers, I can tear things to shreds,” He carries out the action and as promised, his robe is shredded to bits of black and red confetti. Your eyes trail down his well-developed abdominal muscles and pronounced V-line until they settle on… “Enjoying the view?”

His teasing lilt reminds you to close your gaping jaw. Hell yeah, you’re enjoying the view. Not only was this man well over six feet, his body rivaled that of a Greek God, and he was blessed with a massive cock too? Of course. Things had to be proportionate.

“I… you… that robe was expensive, wasn’t it?” That was quite possibly the lamest response you could’ve come up with.

“It seems like the little kitten is distracted. Probably needs a toy to keep her occupied.” Sylus flicks his fingers, commanding the whirl of black-red mist to rip your clothes and you shriek in surprise. The brooch falls to the floor with a soft clink, and he picks it up, gently putting it on his nightstand. His attention returns to you and your exposed body, and you take pride in how his cock throbs at the sight. “So she likes lace. Pretty.”

You bite back a scream when a black tendril with cracks of glowing red light slithers up your body in between the valley of your breasts, tearing your bra right off. Another one coils around your thigh before it rips your panties off too. The appendages seem to multiply, wrapping your body in an intricate pattern similar to shibari. There’s no pain and they feel smooth, cooling your heated skin.

“I can manipulate things at will with the flick of a wrist. My powers are pure energy meant for destruction, and you’re here wanting to use them for pleasure.”

He leans close to your ear and nibbles the shell of it. The sensation tickles, but you’re too tense to move a muscle. His voice is husky as he whispers, “I could kill you right now. It’d be so easy…”

You hold your breath when he leans back enough to scan your face, relishing the turmoil in your eyes. “I-I trust that you won’t.”

“You know…” His index finger travels alongside your neck, then to your breast, tracing your areola in circular motions. “As soon as my Evol makes contact with anyone, people would die almost instantly and experience the most excruciating pain.”

He’s now rolling your nipple in between his forefinger and thumb, pinching it enough to hurt and elicit a whine from you. “S-Sylus…”

“But that’s not the case with you. Do you know the violence it took to become this gentle?”

You don’t know why your heart swells, but his words were sweeter than any confession. “Thank you…”

His eyes widen slightly and he stops his actions, tilting your chin up instead. “Say that again.”

“Th-Thank you… for being gentle with me.”

He closes his eyes and shudders like your gracious manners sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. A sharp inhale comes, and then he’s staring deep into your eyes like he could see your soul.

“What a good girl you are thanking me… but I must warn you. I meant what I said about having all of you. You’re not the only one with fantasies, [Y/N]. And mine are anything but gentle.”

“I can take it.”

He gives you a half-smile. “Is that so?”

“You doubt me?”

“No. But I think you might underestimate me. After all… I’m possibly ‘inadequate’ in bed.”

Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t have challenged him. But your bratty nature couldn’t leave you well enough alone. “Prove me wrong.”

Sylus’ resolve crumbles and he holds the side of your face as his lips meet yours for the first time. His pressure is gentle like he doesn’t want to scare you off, and once you two find rhythm, he deepens the kiss and you moan as the taste of cinnamon overcomes you. Spicy, very much like him.

His tongue prods its way through once your body relaxes, sliding across your own, the action far more lewd than romantic. He groans and carefully takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, pulling back in the most sexy manner. You moan and he swallows it, kissing you again with more fervor as his hands explore your body.

First, he traces your curves and trails down until his hands cup your ass, squeezing the soft flesh. Then he brings them back up, kneading your breasts and you mewl at how rough he handled them. Eventually, the kiss breaks, leaving a thin trail of saliva that connects your lips until it eventually severs.

“Beautiful…”

One word and you’re all heart-eyes for the man as heat rushes to your cheeks. If he wanted to tease you for it, he restrains himself and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly before releasing it with an audible pop. His tongue pokes out, swirling around the bud while his hand tends to the other. Your back arches involuntarily, but you’re quickly reminded of your immobility, which causes more arousal to drip down your thighs.

Sylus stops messing with your pert nipples to suck harshly between the valley of your breasts, inevitably leaving a nasty hickey. He pushes them together and then lets go, loving how they jiggle.

“I wonder…” he muses, taking two fingers to tease your folds. “Oh… you’re so wet and I haven’t even put them in yet.”

You squeeze your eyes when he inserts them in slowly, your slick making the transition smooth as he stretches you out. “Fuck… Sylus, please.”

“What? Are my fingers not enough?” He stills and the lack of movement frustrates you to no end. You want to thrash around, but you’re still glued to the wall.

“N-No. Please… please move them.”

“You beg so prettily,” He pulls them out and begins fingering you at a snail’s pace. “But it’s not enough. You can do better.”

“Please!” you exclaim. “I need more…”

“God, you’re dripping on my hand and I haven’t done much.” He moves faster, his fingers knuckle deep and curling in spots that have you clenching hard. It’s like he’s coaxing out more of your essence with each stroke and then challenges you with a third finger. “Does it feel good?”

You can hardly respond with how stuffed you feel, your lust insatiable as he speeds up.

“Yes? No? Maybe so?” he asks, amused by your struggle.

“Y-Yes… good… so good…”

Your pussy is making obscene noises and you’re feeling a warmth building in your abdomen, especially when Sylus kisses your neck. His lips are scorching hot, almost searing as if you were being branded. You submit and let him mark you, focusing on the pressure within as your high is approaching. He uses his free hand to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together.

“Fuck!” you shout, feeling like you couldn’t breathe fast enough to keep up with his bruising pace. “I’m going to come, I—”

He seals your words with another kiss, and your scream is muffled when your orgasm hits you like a gunshot. It’s brutal and intense, causing you to see stars for what feels like the longest minute of your life.

At the same time, your interlocked palms glow bright red and ivory. Unlike before, this explosion caused a surge of power to pass through his bedroom like shockwaves, destroying most things that came into contact. The roar is deafening, but all you can focus on is Sylus and how good he made you feel.

“Come back to me.”

You don’t realize when he stopped kissing you. Or when he removed his fingers. Or when you stopped being pinned to the wall. Sylus is holding you up and when you see how his eyes softened for the concern for your well-being, you’re smitten.

“I’m okay…”

His demeanor shifts, the change so sudden that it is like a phone going from light mode to dark mode. The man manipulates your body with his Evol and throws you onto the bed without a second thought. Black-red mist envelops your body again, this time cuffing your wrists in front. Tendrils wrap around each breast, your torso, and your neck, constricting tightly until you resemble a beautifully decorated present.

Sylus joins you on the bed, settling in between your thighs as he lies on his stomach as if he were a sniper. He has his Evol pry them wider, so your pussy is exposed for his feasting eyes. His arms are secured under your thighs, an extra precaution to hold you in place.

That’s when an untimely knock comes.

“Boss? Is everything alright?”

“We heard a loud crash!”

Damn it. Luke and Kieran have impeccable timing. And the way the corners of Sylus’ lips tug into a smirk instills panic in you.

“Answer them. Make it convincing,” Sylus whispers. You watch as he dips down until his white hair is all you can see. His lips latch onto your lower ones and you’re choked up, trying not to moan too loudly as he tastes you.

“We’re… We’re fine!” you exclaim, though your breathy tone is far from convincing. Sylus grunts in disapproval at your poor performance, and the vibrations are a suitable punishment. “Sylus and I have are having a disagree—ah!—ment.”

Fuck, why does he have to lick your clit right at that moment?!

“Oh no, you two are fighting?” Kieran asks, his voice cracking slightly from his concern.

“Give up, [Y/N]! Our boss is relentless!” Luke adds with a faint snicker. Tell me about it.

Sylus continues to give you kitten licks before licking a long stripe across your labia folds. You’re bucking your hips because you want more, but you’re also trying to close your thighs to escape the pleasure. It’s no use when you’re restrained and have no choice but to let him eat you out to his heart’s content. It’s when he inserts a finger to join in his salacious tongue that your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe. “Sylus, if you keep going… they’ll hear me.”

“Then I suggest you stay quiet. What would your colleagues say if they knew the best hunter in Linkon is lusting over the leader of Onychinus?”

“I’m-I’m not!”

“Keep telling yourself that, sweetie,” He gives you a short break to clean your juices off his fingers, sucking them like they were a popsicle. “And oh how sweet you are, indeed.”

“Don’t kill each other!” the twins chorus. Sylus chuckles and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.

“Leave us,” he demands. “We have ways of… negotiating. Even if it takes all night…”

There’s some shuffling before you hear their footsteps recede down the hallway until silence remains.

“That was mean,” you whine. He tilts his head, swiping his upper lip with his tongue ever so slowly.

“You think that was mean? Oh… you underestimate me.”

He rises from your thighs and kneels on the bed, but his large frame still towers over you. “Wait, I—”

A snap of his fingers seals your mouth shut. You see the crimson specks floating around your mouth and protest, but they’re reduced to muffled squeals.

“Like I said before… you have quite the mouth on you today.”

Your eyes enlarge when you see a black-red tentacle rise from between your thighs. It sparks at the tip, which transforms into a cock-head to simulate a human penis. It’s not too thick, but it still makes your heart beat erratically.

Sylus takes both your hands and squeezes the right one first. “If you want me to keep going, squeeze your right hand,” He squeezes the left one next. “If it’s too much and you want me to stop, squeeze your left.”

His thoughtfulness brings those butterflies back. You squeeze your right hand and he nods, commanding the tentacle to run its tip up and down your folds. It brushes your clit every so often, which makes you sigh in pleasure. Then it enters you slowly, your arousal making things run smoothly.

It penetrates you about six inches deep before pulling out halfway, only to slam back into you with greater force. Your cries are muffled, but Sylus can tell you’re enjoying yourself by how your eyes roll back. The appendage thrusts into you at a maddening pace, your body rocking back and forth from the notion, and Sylus enjoys seeing the erotic sight of your tits bouncing. The tendrils around your breasts constrict while smaller ones branch off, wrapping around your nipples and teasing them too.

The make-shift gag around your mouth converts into another cock-head tentacle, forcing its way in so you’re sucking it off. Sylus groans at the beautiful sight of you submitting to it so willingly.

“You’re so pretty when you submit… I can’t imagine how sexy you’ll look when I take you,” he praises.

So many parts of you are being stimulated and you’re sure you’ll come again soon with how each thrust, both in your pussy and mouth, speeds up. It’s almost like they were losing control, taking you with them. It’s not until you feel a small spark from below that you yelp.

The sensation was like static electricity that you get if you rub your feet on a carpet. Not life-threatening, but a nuisance that stings for a brief second.

“My Evol is energy manipulation… that energy is hard to control sometimes…” Sylus says in a low voice. “It might even shock you.”

You can’t hear much over the squelching noises from your pussy and mouth as the tentacles work into you, hungrily, greedily, until the build-up from below is enough to cause your whole body to shake involuntarily. Your orgasm approaches and then is heightened when a small jolt of electricity shocks your clit.

The tentacle in your mouth removes itself, so you can scream until your voice gives out. The other one leaves your pussy once you stop shaking, and you are still on the bed, catching your breath. However, you feel something warm and wet on your stomach, so you lift your head enough to see spurts of cum leaking from Sylus’ cock.

His hands are still holding your own. Did he come from simply watching you?

“I’m not going to apologize,” he says without a hint of remorse. “You excite me.”

You’re flattered, truly. Especially when his cock is still erect, almost angry with need by how much it throbs. You wonder if it’s painful.

The mist around your wrists vanishes, but your body is dragged off the bed to the opposite side of the room, where Sylus’ grand wall mirror reaches the ceiling. You’re suspended in front of it and he wraps his arm around your waist from behind, twirling your hair with his other hand.

“Do you know how irresistible you are? Such temptation… that’s why I’m taking my time,” He takes his finger, swipes across your stomach, and gathers enough cum to coat his digit before lifting it to your mouth. “Open.”

You obey and he lets you taste himself, the action so wicked. So dominating. So sexy. His cum is salty and slightly bitter, but addictive.

“Good girl. Are you ready for what’s next?”

“Yes.”

His Evol controls your limbs and suddenly, you’re flipped upside-down with Sylus’ cock in front of your lips while your pussy is facing his. Your legs are wrapped around his neck and you’re taken aback at the extreme position.

“I’ve always thought Standing 69’s would be… enthralling. Always wanted to try it.”

The blood rushing to your head blurs your focus and your adrenaline spikes at the thought of possibly falling. But Sylus’ powers are strong and you’ve yet to see them falter. As if he can read your thoughts, he says, “Don’t worry, kitten. Rest assured I won’t drop you on your pretty little head.”

“It’s still scary…”

“I know. But isn’t that what makes it thrilling?” He pulls you closer by placing his hands on your ass, placing a chaste kiss on your cunt. “The sooner you finish, the sooner I’ll have you right-side up.”

Another challenge you can’t back down from. You take Sylus’ cock in your mouth and it reaches the back of your throat quickly from its impressive length. It’s also thicker in girth than the tentacle you sucked off earlier, which makes you gag.

Sylus throws his head back, panting from how soft and warm your mouth feels. He snaps his fingers to release your wrists, allowing your hands to find purchase on the back of his thighs.

“If it becomes too much, squeeze twice.”

You respond by bobbing your head up and down, which earns a sharp inhale from him. He isn’t one to fall behind, so he indulges in your sopping cunt like a glutton, moaning and grunting into it like an animal. Meanwhile, you relax your jaw so it becomes easier to adjust to his size, swirling your tongue as you maneuver up and down.

Your eyes shift to the mirror, seeing your compromised position and lewd actions. You barely recognize yourself or Sylus for that matter. He’s so engrossed in eating you out that his eyes are closed like he’s enjoying heaven on Earth. It pushes you to work harder, keeping up with his pace.

Right before Sylus is about to reach his peak, you hear another snap. He stops eating you out and you feel something bumpy rub itself against your pussy. Then Sylus’ fingers spread your ass cheeks and you feel it probing around your other hole.

Your mouth stills and your eyes widen at the sight of a black-red tendril that’s now ribbed at the tip. It slowly enters, stretching you to take each ribbed section, simulating the action of being fucked repeatedly. Sylus is back at work, inserting his tongue into your vagina in hopes it’ll distract you from the burn, but it only makes you clench harder.

“Relax…” he reminds you before diving back in again. He’s bucking his hips to remind you to continue, and you do your best as saliva pools so much that it drips down near your eyes. Everything feels too much, too tight, especially when the tentacle starts fucking your asshole. The ribbed texture only adds to the intensity and hits spots that border pain and pleasure.

Sylus’ hips begin to stutter and you’re seconds away from passing out from the light-headedness. Fortunately, he finishes in your mouth, the thick viscosity of his cum coating your throat while you orgasm for the third time tonight.

The noises he lets out are feral and if you had the chance, you’d record them so you could get off to them another night. You feel the pressure in your ass disappear and as promised, you’re right-side up again, but your limbs feel like jelly. Sylus wraps his arm around your waist, his hold secure as he flashes you a satisfied grin.

“Open.” You’re still in a daze, but the command gets through to you and you show him your mouth. When he sees you have swallowed, he hums in approval. “You really do hold up your end of the bargain. I suppose I’ll finally give you what you want.”

He grabs your hand and places it on his dick, which is slippery from your saliva. He’s still semi-erect but a few strokes is all it takes to get him up and running again. The man’s a beast and refuses to be in a cage.

Guiding you to the bed, he lays down first on the mattress, his hands clasped behind his head as he rests on a pillow. In the blink of an eye, you’re suspended over him, the black-red mist parting your thighs and slowly lowering you until your pussy barely grazes his tip. Your wrists are bound behind your back now and you’re like a puppet, bent to his will.

“What do you desire, Kitten?”

“You,” you beg. “Please.”

“You wish for me to take you raw?”

You’re nodding like your life depended on it. “Yes.”

“You wish for me to use you?”

“To your heart’s content.”

He says nothing else and sinks you onto his fat cock, and despite the many sessions he’s used to prep you, there’s still a slight burn from how much he stretches you. It feels incredible as he bottoms out, knocking the breath out of both of you.

“Oh god…” you say, trembling from how full you feel. “You’re so big…”

“And you’re so tight. It’s like your pussy doesn’t want to let go of me. So greedy.”

The mist controls your pliant body, helping you bounce up and down without pausing for a break. Sylus does a jazz hands motion with the widest grin on his face.

“Look, kitten. No hands.”

You almost growl at his cheap jokes, but his throbbing cock deters you from your thoughts, almost impaling you from its brute force. Sylus reaches out and pulls you so your chest meets his, his arm hooked around your back to hold you in place, giving you a short moment of reprieve.

“Raise your head,” he commands. You feel so drained, but you force yourself to do it and he gives you a quick smooch. “I need you to relax.”

The ribbed tentacle is back and you feel it gliding in between your ass cheeks, prodding your rim every so often like it’s mischievous.

“S-Sylus, it’ll be too much,” you say.

“You can handle it. But let me know now if you want to stop.”

You bite your lower lip, considering his words. “No. Don’t stop.”

“That’s my girl…” The tendril pushes into your asshole, taking its time as each ribbed section feels like a repeated attack, pushing the limits of your body. You’re utterly stuffed once it’s in as far as Sylus allows and you feel his cock throb in your sore pussy.

Sylus jerks his hips first and then the tentacle joins as they pump in and out of you, alternating and becoming more violent. You’re biting down in the juncture between his neck and shoulder to steady yourself, and he lets out a strained fuck, yes, thrusting up into you so hard that you sob, tears pricking your eye.

Just when you think there aren’t any surprises left, a second tentacle sneaks around to your lips, seizing its opportunity to enter when you gasp. It gags you and now all three of your holes are being used and abused, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The stimulation is overwhelming, the pressure bottling, your pussy squeezing Sylus’ like a vice—you’re both not going to last much longer.

“That’s it, that’s it—fuck, I adore you,” he pants, closing his eyes and focusing his energy to give you his all. The tendril occupying your mouth releases you, allowing the mantra of Sylus’ name to fall from your lips as euphoria greets you.

You’ve come many times tonight, but this one saturates you in overwhelming pain and pleasure. Everything is sore and you can’t stop seeing four of everything until Sylus lifts you by the hips, coming on his stomach and not inside you. You collapse onto his chest when the mist dissipates, the two of you catching your breath.

There isn’t enough money in the world to convince you to move, not after what you’ve experienced. Yet something lifts you off Sylus and you’re about to cry again.

“No, no more…”

“Hush now,” The mist positions you in Sylus’ arms bridal-styled as he gets off the bed, his strong arms securing you. “We’re going to the bathroom to clean ourselves up. You’re staying with me for the night.”

You nuzzle into his embrace like a kitten, and a fond smile rests on his face.

“Okay.”

A/N: You made it to the end! Yipee! Thank you for giving my writing a chance. PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed. 🌹

#sylus smut #sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus x reader #lads sylus #sylus x you #sylus qin #my writing #lads smut #lnds sylus

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timesorceror · 1 month ago

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So I started this rec list sometime in mid to late 2024 after listening to @thisweekinfandomhistory's episode on the Crack Van, where one of the hosts commented (and I'm most definitely probably paraphrasing here) about how rec lists are something of a lost art.

This, combined with my burning desire to write a primer on Dreamling (in the hopes it could perhaps one day get covered on the pod) was what pushed me to start going through my 30-something pages of bookmarks (of which those occupy slightly more than a third of my total pages of bookmarks) and start categorizing them in preparation for this list.

Sorry about all the parentheses; I've very likely got some rather loud undiagnosed ADHD and cannot for the life of me keep my brain from interjecting with every single bit of information, relevant or otherwise. But, I digress.

There are ten posts included in this monster of a fic rec masterpost, and they are divided between Oneshots, Multi-Chaptered Fics, and Series. The reason for the divide is simple: Tumblr only allows 100 inline links per post, as I also learned from listening to the lovely ladies of the This Week in Fandom History Podcast.

The rec list posts are below the cut, along with a link to my masterpost Google Doc, an explanation as to the method behind my madness, among other things.

Oneshots - Part One Contains: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Crossover

Oneshots - Part Two Contains: Fluff / Happy Ending, Fishbowl Rescue, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, New Inn Is A Temple

Oneshots - Part Three (NSFW) Contains: Accidental Vouyerism, Age Difference, BDSM, College / University AU, Centaur AU, Dragon AU, Dream Sex, Fantasy AU, First Time / First Kiss / Getting Together / Friends to Lovers, Fluff / Smut

Oneshots - Part Four (NSFW) Contains: Fishbowl Rescue, Hurt/Comfort, Medieval AU, MPreg / Breeding Kink, Nursing Kink, Omegaverse, Oviposition, Pacific Rim AU, Period Sex, Retired Dream of the Endless, Selkie AU, Sex Pollen, Shapeshifting, Star Wars AU, Stuck in An Airport AU, Soulmates / Soul Bond, Temporary Amnesia, Tentacle Sex, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless, Venom AU, Werewolf AU

Oneshots - Part Five Contains: Soulmate AU (No Smut), Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless

Multi-Chapter - Part One Contains: Alternate Universe, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Crossover, Fishbowl Rescue, Fluff, Friends / Enemies to Lovers, Getting Together

Multi-Chapter - Part Two (NSFW) Contains: Angst with a Happy Ending, Body Swap, Canon Divergence AU, College / University / Academia AU, Creatures & Monsters AU, Dragons AU, Dream Sex, Established Relationship, Fairy Tale AU, Fantasy AU, Fishbowl Rescue / Hob Gadling Saves Dream of the Endless, Friends to Lovers, Fuck Or Die, Getting Together, Historical AU, Hob Gadling is Hope of the Endless, Hob Gadling Owns the New Inn

Multi-Chapter - Part Three (NSFW) Contains: Hurt/Comfort, Medieval AU, Modern Setting / Human AU, Monsterfucking, Omegaverse, Past Relationship(s), Period Sex, Retired Dream of the Endless, Roommates, Sex Pollen, Soulmates AU, Temporary Amnesia, The New Inn is a Temple, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless, Vampire AU, Victorian AU, Werewolf AU

There will likely not be any more posts added to this, given the nature of how Tumblr posts work, but as I am still in the middle of my second run-though of the Dreamling ship tag's entire body of completed works, I will continue to update this Google Doc as I go (and whenever I comb through my Marked for Later tab and go through fics that are still there as well) that you may view at your leisure.

Note: this Google Doc is my personal fic rec list, and is not the be-all, end-all of Dreamling fics, despite how expansive it is. If there is a fic I have not added, it's very likely I did not read it because of a tag I'm not into (like Hurt No Comfort), or I read it and didn't bookmark it because I felt like I wasn't going to read it more than once. Or any other number of reasons, such as incomplete fics, which I rarely read these days unless it's a tag that I absolutely go feral for.

So don't DM me asking to add specific fics, please. Thanks. :)

I would like to explain that the Google Doc uses the tab function to separate the Oneshots, Multi-Chaptered Fics, and Series, and within each tab, they are further divided using the outline function.

The way I chose to organize the Oneshots and Multi-Chaptered fics was to start by thinking of this rec list as sort of like a menu at a restaurant by picking a main tag that I feel is the focus of the fic, and then further organize them by a sub-catagory tag (for example, I have Moorishflower's fic, Radio Silence, under the broad umbrella of 'Alternate Universe Oneshots' which is further organized under the sub-catagory, 'Post-Apocalyse AU'). Mostly I tried to follow this method by selecting two tags from the tag list of the fic, however not all fics I wanted to include HAD enough tags to use, or they had a bunch of hyper-specific, talk-commentary tags that I felt were not very compatible with the system I had worked out. So there are a few fics that I had to categorize or sub-catagorize simply based on vibes.

Hopefully, that explanation was sufficient, and I know that – given the current state of the fandom in regards to NG – some of these fics may one day become orphaned or be taken down. Unfortunately there is little I can do about that other than to encourage you to download any of the fics you enjoy so that you may continue to enjoy them if they disappear.

The purpose of this undertaking was more to challenge myself (and my patience) to see if I still had what it took to make a proper rec list and also to truly get a sense of Dreamling's major themes, tropes, and common tags so that I could list them out in the primer I still want to write for TWIFH.

That's... pretty much why this exists, though along the way, I was moved to finish this project for the sake of creating a snapshot of this particular ship's fandom at this particular moment in time. Whether or not it lasts remains to be seen, but I'm glad to have done it, and I hope that any fandom historians, as well as current and future fans of Dreamling appreciate my efforts.

I would also like to give a special shout-out to the @mr-sadman Discord, which also has a fic library of at least some of the listed fics for the occasions when AO3 goes down for whatever reason, as a good chunk of Dreamling authors and artists tend to congregate there and are all a bunch of lovely and wonderfully derranged people who have supported me in this endeavor.

So please, enjoy. Go forth and read fic.

All my love, TimeSorceror

#dreamling #dreamling fic #fic recs #fic rec masterpost #long post

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rinniessance · 1 year ago

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BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE ༊*·˚ - leon kennedy x fem!reader x satoru gojo

leon kennedy has been announced mia after 24 hours of no contact. high brass doesn't care that you only came back from a mission a day prior, injured no less. when you're dispatched to spain, the last thing you expect is to get a special kind of rescue mission.

this is my entry for @rinhaler's gaming collab - MASTERLIST 🎮

꒰ warnings: nsfw - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ resident evil au. kind of following the plot of resident evil 4. aphrodysiac sex, unprotected sex, pet names (it's my staple <3), oral sex (f receiving), slight dacraphyllia, squirting, two dicks in one hole, cream pie. forgive me if i forgot any tags ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.8k ꒱ ꒰ notes: we love pure self-indulgence in this house .ᐟ.ᐟ tagging @mymegumi and @lilacliliess because they support my delusions about fucking two blue eyed men:3 ꒱

it’s been uneasy 24 hours in the D.O.S headquarters – ever since leon kennedy stopped responding to any attempts at communication, he’s been announced MIA this morning. given the sensitive mission of retrieving president’s daughter, the urgency to dispatch someone for another rescue is being pushed by the high brass, sending everyone on a search to find an agent capable enough of handling the job. as it turns out, out of dozens of people working in this forsaken organization, you’re the only one qualified.

“are you shitting me, hunnigan? i just came back from the mission last night. did you not see the stabbing wound?” for dramatic effect, you raise your t-shirt, showing freshly bandaged area where the deep cut resides. coming into the work this morning, the most stressful part of your day was expected to be the tons of paperwork you would’ve had to go through – yet as soon as you stepped into your office, you were greeted by leon’s handler, bearing the news from your superiors.

“sorry, you know it’s not up to me. whatever the president says goes.”

“are there literally no one else in this entire building who can be ordered to go instead?”

slumping over your desk, you put your head on top of your folded arms – it takes everything in you not to scream. your own mission was already problematic enough: bioweapon developers have become exceptional in making new B.O.Ws deadlier and deadlier, and knowing leon’s resume, there is a very high chance he was sent to deal with the worst of it.

“you’re one of the few partners kennedy has had while working for D.O.S. you know how he operates; it makes sense they are sending you.”

you know there is no point in arguing – if it’s been decided by the president, you have no choice but to go. it doesn’t mean, however, you can’t be irritated by the whole situation.

“do i at least get paid overtime?” you sign with exasperation, sulking deeper into your chair, hearing hunnigan let out a breathy chuckle.

“maybe if you bring golden boy’s ass back in one piece.”

“great. can i at least go home and make sure i didn’t leave the kettle on or something.”

“you’re not getting out of it, agent,” she says with a smile, and you can only groan. leon will be paying for all your meals for the next 6 months. “the helicopter is already waiting, actually, so you better gear your ass up and head to the helipad.”

“more amazing news.”

hunnigan only pats you on the shoulder – nothing she can say will make this situation suck any less – and leaves the room, letting you wallow in your misery.

“can you just fucking die already?” you yell in pure annoyance, trying to shoot the same person for the third time (you aren’t sure you can call these things human anymore). when the creature finally goes down, hopefully once and for all this time, the view in front of you is grotesque: hideous tentacle sprang out of the poor man’s head when you shot him between the eyes; it keeps moving, taunting you to waste more of your ammo. still holding onto your gun, you cautiously approach the body, slightly poking it with your boot – it doesn’t stir anymore. a sigh of relief escapes your lungs.

“just what the fuck is going on here,” you quietly mumble to yourself, looting any useful items nearby.

you arrived in spain this morning. surprisingly, leon made it easy enough to retrace his steps – he stopped by the local law enforcement which in turned let you know two of their men also went missing after they escorted kennedy to the area of interest. no one volunteered to come with you once you acquired the location of the small village somewhere north of here – apparently people have been going missing in the mountains for a while now – which was fine by you. everything you needed was the car you could use, and you were on your merry way.

in your 5 year long career as a government agent, the kind working in anti-bioweapon divisions, you’ve seen a multitude of… monsters, for lack of a better word. nothing could’ve prepared you for what you’ve witnessed when you arrived at your destination though: villagers turned into something sinister, creatures with no will of their own. you noticed it right away: their bulging veins pulsing with black viscous liquid, eyes shadowed with madness. what a surprise it was that when you finally started shooting them (hey, they started it), mandible-like limbs, shape closer to tentacles, with eyes growing out of them, erupted from their dead bodies, as if a swarm of crazy cultists wasn’t already enough.

you quickly glance at the still convulsing body on the ground, parasitic tendrils clinging onto their last living seconds; just looking at it makes you want to vomit. the smell of puss, heavy in the air, doesn’t help your desire to empty the insides of your stomach. you do not know what causes them to mutate, and you make a note to avoid any unknown substances – you also log a mental check not to get bitten by one of them (just in case).

after escaping a village, getting access to this stupid castle trying to find stupid stupid leon kennedy (you’re sure that what s. in leon s. kennedy stands for), you overheard some of the cultists talking about two prisoners on the basement level. leon and ashley? the goal now is to figure out how to get to the basement (and why does it always have to be the basement).

with careful precision, you finish analyzing the room you found yourself in – it’s a storage space of some kind, and nothing about it is particularly helpful to you. letting out a deep sigh, you sit down to re-collect your thoughts. wandering around this castle with no purpose will only stall you further – and time is something you do not have luxury of wasting.

just as you were about to get up from the chair, you knee bumps into something underneath the table. bingo. you quickly try to search for a keyhole or a puzzle piece to fit in to open the hidden compartment. but the gods are smiling down on you today – it only takes a simple click of a lock for the secret drawer to unlatch. before opening it, you stand to the side (the gunshot wound would mean deaths of all parties you’re trying to get out of here), and slowly push it forward with the knife.

“no way.”

the gods are smiling down on you– inside the drawer you don’t find a loaded shotgun, a poisonous smoke or anything else aimed at taking you out. instead, you find yourself looking at the map. something akin to relief makes your hands tremble as you unfold the treasured piece of paper, looking at the building blueprints, as fresh as if this was drawn yesterday.

tracing the way down to the basement level, you try to decide the easiest and shortest way. some of the rooms might require a key, deducting it’d be smarter to stick to the main rooms which are less likely to be locked. shoving the map back into your side bag, you reload the gun and slowly leave the room, looking for any signs of being followed. making sure the coast is clear, you start your way down.

leon, you better be still fucking alive.

leon wakes up from another torturous nap. he doesn’t know how long it’s been: could be 2 days, could be a week. to keep his sanity, he keeps trying to count the meals they bring them, figuring out the passage of time. why is salazar even feeding them? they’d worth more to him dead.

“good morning, sunshine.”

leon groans as soon as he hears the voice coming from his side. he doesn’t need to turn his head to know that satoru gojo is, despite the circumstances they found themselves in, still smiling.

“god, do you ever stop talking? they should starve you,” leon sighs heavily, and leans against the wall. his arms hurt – they have been cuffed to the ceiling this whole time, and the constant chatting from his unwanted companion makes this situation ten times worse.

“oh, common, don’t you have faith in your government? or you’re not important enough to rescue?”

“i might not be but the girl definitely is.”

it seems to shut satoru up, even if for a moment. his comments did make leon wonder if the headquarters organized the search party yet – more time they spent here means more time for the cult leaders to complete whatever it is they want with ashley. him and satoru have been infected with las plagas parasite too, their time is running short.

sighing deeply, gojo also slumps against the wall. both men can feel… whatever they were infected with moving inside their bodies, crawling their way into their brains. satoru is not sure what makes him and leon so special, but no signs of any infection have been visible yet. he wonders if it is a waiting game now: waiting for the moment they start losing their minds. what a sight that would be.

just as he was going to make another comment about their current predicament, both agents hear gunshots coming from the hallway, just outside the prison cells. blood curling screaming follows, rippling through the air, the unknown person emptying their clip into the guards until the room is engulfed in the oppressive silence.

to leon’s great surprise, and a great relief he must admit, it’s not a crazed guard running through the doors this time around – instead, two locked-up agents are met by your face. you hold your gun out, hand outstretched in front of you, ready to shoot the last remnants of the infected. it’s only when your gaze meets leon’s and you don’t identify any immediate danger, the gun is lowered, and you are rushing towards the cell.

“holy shit, it’s nice to see a familiar face,” leon cannot help but smile at the sight of you standing outside the cell bars, trying to break the lock.

“you won’t believe but the feeling is mutual. one too many mutated cultists, and even i started missing your ugly mug,” you throw back, returning his smile. your eyes move to gojo. “who’s that?”

“his partner.”

“no one.”

two men say that in unison, exchanging a heated glance afterwards.

“okaaaay,” you drawl out, “i don’t really care, you can bicker later. what we need to do it we need to get the fuck outta here like right now.”

you rush to uncuff the men with the keys you stole form the guards you shot earlier, and wait until they are able to push themselves on their feet.

“i am satoru gojo,” mysterious blond introduces himself properly, and extends his arm. you shake his hand and mumble your name back. you don’t know why but he makes you nervous.

“okay, all formalities for later. both of us are infected with that new plaga parasite, we need to extract it immediately,” leon interrupts the intense staring contest you entered with satoru, making you snap your attention back to him.

“well, then you’re in luck. i passed something that looked like a laboratory on the way here. it’s not too far either, only one floor up.”

“okay, great, no time to waste.”

kennedy steps out the room first, you and gojo following close behind. you’re on full alert – it doesn’t matter that you just took half of the castle down, somehow, new infected keep popping out like bunnies out of woodwork. it doesn’t take long the three of you to reach the desired destination, lab laying just behind the door straight off the stairs.

you cautiously look inside – no one seems to be here. after entering the room, you stand on guard while satoru and leon are looking for anything that might look like the cure. it seems that gods are smiling once again on you today because leon is able to find the last two vials of the vaccine sample. you have never seen him grinning so widely – it would’ve been almost heartwarming if not for the grim circumstances all of you ended up in.

before they can inject themselves with the medicine, the door swings opened and you’re thrown into the shelf, located on the opposite side of the entrance. multiple bottles with unknown substances fall on top of you, one of them breaking and infusing the air with a white powder. before you realize what happened, you inhale the mysterious concoction, immediately bursting into a coughing fit.

“fuck, are you okay?” leon yells your name somewhere from the side, and you try to wave him off. gojo is distracting whoever rammed through the doors, shooting the gun you presented him back in the prison cell. it takes exactly three more headshots for the mutated cultist to drop dead, and you’re pushing yourself off the ground and back on your feet. satoru is eyeing you suspiciously – you’re too busy brushing off your clothes and getting your breathing in order to notice.

“common, jab yourselves with the vaccine and let’s go, we have no time to lose,” you say with coarse voice. leon is also looking at you with worry but decides not to mention anything. both men inject themselves with the medicine, hoping and praying it’ll work, before rushing out of the doors and back on track to find ashley.

running through the corridors of the castle, you can feel yourself getting weaker – there is a sheer layer of sweat covering your spine, goosebumps are dancing on your skin, and a very familiar heat is pooling between your legs. your head feels heavy, you’re barely able to string two coherent thoughts together so you resort to slowly trailing after two men who haven’t stopped arguing about the next course of action.

“i don’t care what you came here for, satoru. i have my rescue mission that still needs to be completed,” leon sighs heavily as he pushes through the heavy doors into the next room.

“sure,” the other blond man quickly agrees, “but don’t you think you government would say ‘thank you’ if you helped securing the source of this outbreak?” gojo questions as he follows leon through the doors. you want to weigh your opinion in but before you can open your mouth, as you cross the threshold of the room, you trip on your own feets and send yourself flying towards the floor. the loud bang makes both men turn their attention back to you.

“god, are you okay?” leon’s by your side in mere seconds, supporting you by the elbow so you can get up. the waves of his body heat wash over you, and you want nothing more but to curl into his body and kiss the spot underneath his jaw. has he always been so handsome? you’re so concentrated looking at leon, you don’t notice satoru standing near you now. he touches your forehead, and it takes all of your willpower not to moan. fuck, his cold hands feel so nice on your feverish skin.

“shit, she’s burning up.”

“you think it’s because of whatever substance she inhaled back in the lab?”

“i don’t know, everything’s possible.”

two agents move you to sit on the table in the corner of the room – they can clearly see how foggy your eyes are, a layer of milky mist dancing across your vision – and leon’s fingers find your pulse point. this time, you are not fast enough to stifle the low whine that escapes your lips. at any other time, you’d be dying of embarrassment but now your body is begging for release, and you’re ready to do anything to get it. anything to soothe the ache building up in your throbbing clit.

“’m so hot…” you mumble as you start taking off tactical t-shirt, baring your sports bra to the two men in the room. “and it really hurts.”

satoru and leon look at each other before they look at you – kennedy will have to work with you in the future so he’s really trying not to look at your perky nipple, shape visible through the fabric, unlike gojo, who’s taking in your current condition with almost sick satisfaction.

“where does it hurt?” satoru asks before leon is able to butt in. as if wanting to confirm his suspicion, you take his hand and guide it to your sex, cupping it.

“here.”

leon is not even able to react before gojo is lunging forward and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, making your head bang slightly against the wall. you let yourself moan into his mouth, satoru greedily claiming all the sounds to himself. it’s not nearly enough to pacify your accelerated heartbeat, but it’s still making you shudder. you’re spreading your legs to accommodate gojo’s tall frame – but before he is able to move any closer, he is thrown back by leon; loss of his warmth makes you whine.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” kennedy hisses through his teeth, moving away from you and towards gojo.

“what does it look like? don’t pretend like you don’t know this is exactly what she needs right now,” satoru spits back. you think they continue arguing but their voices are being drowned out by the ringing in your ears. heat spreading through you sets everything on fire, and your pants join your t-shirt somewhere on the floor in your desperate attempt to relieve yourself of this scorching feeling. your partner notices it and sharply turns to face you.

“what the hell are you doi-” before leon can finish his sentence, you wrap you legs around him and press your body into his.

“leon, please…” you sob, hot tears pooling in the corners of your eyes, beads of salty water wetting your eyelashes and blurring your vision. hearing your pathetic plea, voice thick with lust and desire, looking at your tears-stained face, mouth slightly agape, and watching your lips, red and messy from satoru’s kiss, glistening in the moonlight – everything about you now screams ruin me and leon is not a strong enough man to resist it.

“what are you asking me to do, sweetheart?” he whispers against your lips in a teasing tone. his switch is almost jarring but you don’t have the brain capacity to mull over his sudden mood change. he moves his hand between your legs now, touching your pussy through your panties. leon’s fleeting touch is sending shivers down your spine, and you culr yourself into him more, whining and panting against his mouth. “jesus, she’s so fucking wet already.”

“i told you, didn’t i? she needs someone to stuff her full of cum,” satoru’s dirty talk comes somewhere from the side. too distracted by leon’s deep blue eyes, gojo’s touch makes you tremble in surprise and turn your head towards him. looking at his face, you’re met by baby blues – it felt like being thrown from the ocean into the endless skies. you think men with blue eyes will be the death of you.

gojo leans down to capture your lips again, re-exploring the sacred geometry of your kiss, while leon is planting wet kisses along your jawline. you mewl in euphoric pleasure, their touches soothing to your burning skin, and you’re completely giving yourself away to the bliss rolling over you in waves. leon’s digits are teasing your clit through the fabric of your panties, and your hips instinctively buck into his hand, making him chuckle into your neck.

“she’s dripping, gojo. i bet she can take both of us unprepped,” leon says to the other agent, still busy with sucking on your lips, invading your mouth with his tongue. at his words, you shiver under men’s bodies, tingling sensation rushing through you.

“i want you in my lap, pretty girl,” satoru whispers against your lips, and you jump off into leon’s arms so the other man can sit on the table first. you move to climb on top of gojo, legs on either side of his thighs, ready to ride him, but your partner’s strong arm stops you from turning around.

“nah-ah, let him hold you spread open for me, i want to taste you first,” leon breathes against your ear, teasing the sensitive spot, making you quiver in his hold. you turn yourself towards gojo and see him grinning as he beckons you with two fingers to come closer. when you end up in his arms, he spins you around, his chest to your back, and makes you sit between his legs on the table, opening you up.

satoru’s masterful fingers unclasp your bra with ease while leon makes a quick work of your panties, shoving them into his pocket, unbeknownst to you. who knows how your relationship will work out after this – he needs something to remember this moment by. you are now sprawled completely naked for the two men’s hungry gazes: your cheeks are flushed, mouth shaped into a perfect “o”, short breaths escaping your lungs – you are truly a sight to behold. gojo wastes no time in cupping your breasts with his hands, trailing his lips on the side of your neck, sucking in hickeys as part of his claim.

kennedy gets on his knees in front of you, looking up into your eyes. gojo’s fingers are playing with your hardened nipple, making your hips buck upwards – right into leon’s mouth. his first languid swipe of the tongue comes just as satoru pinches your sensitive nubs, and you cannot help the pornographic moan escaping your lips.

“jesus, doll, who knew you’d sound so pretty,” it’s gojo’s voice against the shell of your ear, making you shudder. one of his hands keeps massaging your boob, twisting the nipple between his digits, while his other hand goes all the way down and spreads your folds for leon’s easy access. he hums in appreciation, and starts flicking his tongue up and down, drawing tight circles on your clit, sucking on it when he feels your legs tighten around his head.

agent’s movements make you squirm in satoru’s hold, dropping your head against his shoulder as leon continues eating you out. you’re absolutely incoherent now – your fever never dropped so your muscles are aching, toes curling in anticipation of the long awaited release, as you continue moaning through quick breaths.

“finger her.”

leon follows gojo’s command immediately, shoving his middle digit inside, while still lapping at your pussy. your walls clench against him almost instinctively, intrusion sudden but not unwelcome – he groans feeling the embracing heat of your cunt.

“fuck, she’s so fucking tight.”

gojo keeps your legs spread, you trying to close them around leon’s head as he keeps up his assault with his tongue. he’s nibbling on your clit, putting extra pressure with the tip of his tongue, licking it back and forth in quick succession, before flatting it to lick between your sticky folds, all the way down to the drooling hole. leon adds a second finger now, setting up a merciless pace – he is curling his digits in a heavenly way, able to hit the soft, spongy spot inside that makes you see stars and your pussy throb; you gasp loudly.

“i wish we had a phone to record this. you look so divine.”

you clench at gojo’s words, making leon groan. he’s now playing with your tits, rolling your nipple, tugging at them to add the painful sensation to the lit-up nerves. your desperate moans are bouncing among the walls, and gojo decides he wants to hear the squelching sounds of your pussy around leon’s fingers and his tongue’s wet sounds as he sloppily eats you out so he shuts you up with a kiss.

you feel your tummy begins tensing up as two men continue their ministrations: it’s satoru’s hot mouth on yours and his hands squeezing your tits, fingers playing with erect nipples; it’s leon’s tongue lapping at your pussy, precise circles on your clit and his digits scissoring you at a perfect speed, hitting the nerve bundle that rushes to send you over the end. your legs start shaking and you grab onto satoru’s arm around you to ground yourself.

“nnggh-…” you whimper into gojo’s mouth, and he finally lets you catch a breath. “’m so close,” you sob again, “’m gonna cum.”

“yeah, you want to cream all over agent kennedy’s face?” satoru taunts you from behind. “that’s so unprofessional,” he makes a tsk sound with his mouth and squeezes your cheeks to look at him.

“we’re feeling generous today, i think,” he quickly throws a glance down at leon, who only smirks as his tongue keeps licking and sucking at your clit. satoru looks you straight in the eyes as he slowly drawls his next words, “you may cum.”

the orgasm washed over you in glorious waves, rattling your entire existence. you’re scrunching your eyebrows, mouth agape with a sinful moan, as your thighs clasp around leon’s head. you’re quivering in gojo’s hold, his hands forcing your hips down, pressing them more against kennedy’s face. the latter doesn’t stop his onslaught, lips suctioning around the throbbing pearl, fingers still curled at earth-shattering angle. you try to move away but neither man lets you.

“uh-uh, where are you trying to run away? let him drink everything.”

and everything does leon kennedy drink – agent is lapping at your juices like a kitten at a fresh bowl of milk, now substituting his digits with his tongue as he keeps fucking in and out of your needy cunt. ministrations don’t stop, not even when your moans turn into little sobs as your body starts feeling overstimulated. your puffy clit is now ruined from satoru’s finger pads playing with it.

both men can feel your form shaking almost violently, gojo’s gathering your falling tears with his tongue. leon’s finally pulling his face away from your sex, standing up to look at your ruined state.

“god, i only ate her out and she already looks fucked out,” he chuckles to the other blond man, and moves to stand between your legs.

“let me taste her,” before you can react, gojo’s grabbing leon by the back of his head and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. trapped between a rock and a hard place, you can do nothing but observe the most passionate display of carnage you’ve ever witnessed – they were slobbering over each other’s faces, and it made your pussy clench around nothing. god, you can’t wait to fuck them both.

“she’s sweet, just how i like them,” satoru smirks against leon’s lips, turning his attention back to you immediately. “common, princess, you’re going to have to ride me if you want both of us.”

you’re quickly climbing on the table, straddling him. kennedy situates himself right behind you, warmth radiating off him like in suffocating waves. you’re trying to unbuckle satoru’s jeans to free his heavy cock, still trapped in confines of his boxer briefs, but leon smacks your ass, sending you forward into gojo’s embrace. it stings, the outline of his hand already forming a bruise, and you’d be mad if you pussy lips didn’t flutter at the slap.

“you’re taking too long, sweetheart,” you hear satoru, both men undoing their belts and zippers before you can, pulling out their leaking cocks. from your position you could only see satoru’s hard dick as he stroked himself near your aching hole, but what you’ve seen was enough to make you almost scared – gojo’s dick was long and blessed with a perfect curve, just upwards, one thick vein running prominently from the bottom of his shaft ending just before his mushroom head. you’re sure leon’s looked just as pretty.

“you haven’t said a word. you wanna ask nicely for what you want?” you hear leon behind you as he’s pushing you forward again, right into satoru’s chest, and teasing your waiting cunt with his thick tip – the mixture of his spit, your slick and his precum is dripping down satoru’s cock from where he’s positioned just underneath you, and the messiness of it all makes leon groan.

“please, i want your cocks inside me… please,” you sob out again, vocal cords heavy with tears.

“i think this will be our reward for saving us, how about that, huh?” there is a teasing tilt in satoru’s voice, and you grab at his shoulders, mewling like a needy animal in heat.

“yes, yes, anything,” you’re blabbering with teary voice, making men hard at the mere image of you: a capable agent reduced to a cock-drunk slut, an image that makes their cocks twitch.

leon grabs gojo’s member, giving it a couple strokes, surprising the white-haired man but hearing no complaints. his thumb is playing with the drooling slit of his tip, beads of pre-cum decorating the entrance to his flushed dick, and kennedy can’t help but smirk at how blissed out satoru looks. he’s guiding his heavy and red cock inside you, while his other hand rests on your waist. gojo’s forcing your hips down while bucking his up, and he fills you up in one long thrust.

“ah!” you cry out, biting your lip to the blood, metallic taste in your mouth almost overwhelming on top of the mix of pain and pleasure burning through your body. you’re whimpering into satoru’s mouth, while his hand is running soothing circles on your back.

“here you go, such a good fucking girl. taking me in so well, huh? all it took is one thrust, so perfect,” he’s blabbering against your skin as he starts sinking in and out of your sloppy hole. looking down, you can see the bulge in your tummy, and it makes you purr – you not only feel him splitting you in two, you are able to witness it. his reddened tip is meeting your cervix in a bruising kiss, and god, he’s making you fell so good.

you’re so lost in the rapturous sensation of gojo’s huge cock pushing against your gummy walls, you don’t notice leon’s presence behind you – he is grabbing your hips with one hand while his other is jerking his dick, prepping himself to enter you. his tip is near your whole when you finally realize what’s he’s trying to do.

“no! no, it’s too mu- ah!” he doesn’t let you finish before he start pushing himself inside, sliding alongside satoru’s heavy member, making the man grunt.

“fuck, feels so tight and warm,” you hear behind you as kennedy sets a punishing pace, sheathing himself into your abused hole. they are stretching you out to heavens, leon looking at your gaping cunt with pride. it’s fluttering and clenching around their huge cocks, your walls spasming in pleasure as their lengths are grinding against your soft spots. you can hear your pussy queefing, and the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin add to the dirty symphony.

“ngg, ngg- feels so, so goo-” you’re unable to finish your sentence as they keep bouncing you on their cocks, manhandling your body however they seem fit. you’ve never felt so full – both men keep drilling into you, like you’re no more than their little personal toy to play with. satoru grabs you by the back of your neck, biting at your lips, sloppily making out with you, while leon grabs your hair, forcing you back on his dick.

you can feel both cocks twitching inside you, approaching climax evident by their shallow breathing, moans hitching at every thrust of the hips. your walls are tightening around their cocks, and men’s whimpering and groaning is sinful to listen to, yet they are determined to make you climax first.

“common, gorgeous, cum around our cocks,” gojo hoaxes from underneath you. leon pushes your hips even closer into satoru’s body, your clit now grinding against his pubic bone, and it’s making you teeter on the edge of your bliss.

your bladder feels pressure you’ve never experienced before as gojo’s cock pressing against it from a perfect angle. leon is digging his fingers into the plush skin of your ass, rutting in and out of you, pushing against your back walls. all of your nerves are on fire, exploding fireworks in your brain, sending all your pleasure receptors into the overdrive. as your second orgasm washes over you, you’re left trembling in the men’s arms, leon’s chest against your back, your sweaty tits against satoru’s broad front.

“that’s a good girl, look at how cock-drunk you are,” you can hear them chuckle between themselves, not slowing down for a second. leon can see the white creamy ring enveloping the base of his cock in a soft embrace – it’s making him lose last of his slipping composure as he starts thrusting extra hard, thus speeding gojo up.

you bounce like a rag doll on top of gojo, having no semblance of control, being completely used by two agents. the pressure in your bladder comes back, and you throw your head back – your body continues quivering uncontrollably as you start sobbing again, tears drawing salty rivers on your cheeks, result of your body riding into stimulation. before you know it, something warm and so fucking wet starts gushing out of you. you want to look down, but men react first by groaning, voice impossibly thick with lust and awe.

“fuck, baby, didn’t expect you to squirt this much. so fucking filthy, i bet you waited to do this the whole time,” gojo grunts from underneath you, and you can only purr in response. it only takes couple more thrusts before leon and satoru synchronize their orgasms, shooting the ribbons of cum inside your womb, painting it pearly white, fucking it in warm and cozy. the squelching sounds ricocheting among the walls are nothing but sinful, and your cheeks flush red from the realization of what just transpired.

as both men pull out of your abused, stretched out hole, the combined mixture of all the fluids trickle down your thighs, making you groan in disgust. now that aphrodisiac has been fucked out from your system, you can’t even bring yourself to look them in the eyes. you hurry to pick up your clothes, but your legs give out underneath you – you’d end up flat on your ass, if not for leon who caught you mid fall.

tension in the air is palpable, electricity dancing on your skin is able to set everything on fire again. you’re ready to break the silence when satoru speaks first.

“you know, kennedy, next time you want to touch my cock, you don’t need to bring a woman between us.”

he leaves the room before either of you are able to force a reaction, and you wish you’d left both of them for dead instead.

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Promises - Yandere!Kraken!Felix

Yandere AU & Kraken AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Felix X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,958

Warnings: Implied violence and shipwreck, kidnapping, Felix is a type of Sea God in this, mentions of past sexual relations. Tentacles. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Did I base the start of this drabble on the ending scene in Dead Man's Chest? Perhaps. Is this a bit tamer than the others. Maybe. Either way, I still hope you like it! I've been slowly easing myself back into writing, so I'm happy with what I've been able to do. Plus, I just fucking love the banner I made for this hehehe... Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Thirteenth of The Feral Drabbles

They thought they could keep you away from me.

They really thought they could keep you away from me.

It’s laughable. I thought it was a known rule for sailors not to anger the sea, but alas. Here we are.

The frantic screams and shouts don’t deter me for one second. I know what I came here for, and I’m not leaving without you. You’re mine. I warned them what the consequences would be, yet still they refused to give you to me. Even after we promised ourselves to each other! Can you believe that?

Oh, that sounds so harsh. It’s not like you didn’t also choose me. It’s these… these… things keeping us apart. They don’t understand our love. Think I’m corrupting you, or something.

Such bullshit. The only thing I’m corrupting is their ability to live.

They hid you on the third level, thinking you’d be safe within the deepest confines of the ship. Little do they know it’s the worst place you could be. It’s like they want you to get hurt, like they want me to kill you. Such things I would never do.

Still, despite my anger as I tear this floating piece of wood apart, I’m careful. Your safety is my top priority, and I’ve already ensured that. Right now, you rest, cocooned inside a few of my tentacles. Magic surrounds you, ensuring none of their attacks have any effect on me or you. Like hell I’ll allow them to disturb you now. Besides, you passed out shortly after my assault started on the ship, but you don’t have to worry. I’ve got you.

I can still remember when we first met, how you told me you didn’t fare well with sea travel. Yet another offence they’ve made against you. I’ll never forgive them for their transgressions. Sinners need to pay, and I am here to pass my divine judgement on those that would call themselves ‘heroes’.

Do not fear, My Beloved. Once I finish smashing apart this pathetic excuse of driftwood, I’ll take you home.

Where you’ve always belonged.

With me.

These planks are so brittle, it’s almost laughable. Your captor’s pathetic attempts to defend themselves are cute, in a way. If not for the fact that every time I start to pull you out of the wreckage, more of them show up to try and hinder me. I don’t know why they’re so obsessed with protecting you now when they’ve never done so before.

I’m the one who always saves you. I’m the one who ensures you no harm. Not them.

No matter. They haven’t seen everything that I can do. My capabilities far surpass what their puny, closed off minds can comprehend. I’ve got magic beyond the darkest depths of the ocean, strength greater than the harshest of tides. There is no being, save myself, that could keep me away from you.

I don’t even know why they try.

Finally, I’m able to pull you out of that godforsaken wreckage and unleash my full wrath upon these wretches. The boat snaps like a twig as I pull the debris and all remaining survivors below the surface.

None will survive. They don’t get to. I won’t let them.

Honestly, it’s kind of fun tearing stuff apart. I’ve always enjoyed making a mess of things. I only wish you could be awake to see just how strong your lover can be. After all, I’m doing this for you. I warned them about what would happen should they lay their filthy, traitorous hands all over you. I’m simply staying true to my word!

You know firsthand that I’m a very truthful guy. I would never lie to you, My Pearl. I would rather be slow roasted over an open fire than even think to deceive you.

Aren’t I so loyal?

Oh. Right. You aren’t awake to hear my teasing. Teasing which you seem quite fond of whenever I’m with you.

I think you just like hearing my voice…

That’s okay, Beloved. I will speak for as long as you desire me to. Besides, the feeling is quite mutual.

Gods- I can’t wait to see your face when you wake up in our home, and I get to tell you everything that I’ve done for you. Finally, we can be together, free of oppressive opinions and suppressive stares. Where I’m taking you, we can be ourselves, and the magic of my ocean will keep you safe. Eventually, when you’re ready, you’ll even become like me, too.

Won’t that be incredible? Just thinking about it makes my whole body tingle.

Or maybe that’s just the change in depth.

I promise my home isn’t too much further out, and it’s in a safe area. You’ll be able to live here with me free of any restraints. I’ll be your comfort. I’ll be your guide. I will provide for you everything you will ever need.

There is nothing stopping our love now.

I’ll even make sure that no sliver of the wreckage I just caused gets to you. The currents listen to me. They’re my friends, and soon they will be yours, too.

Either way, I’m glad that’s over, because now I can focus on you! I know that you’d be celebrating with me if you were awake, but for now, I’ll simply revel in this sweet victory alone. Having you safe in my arms is enough reward, and when you wake, the true celebration will begin.

Hmm, I wonder what we should do first? Should I take you to the reefs so you can see all of the colourful coral that I’ve grown just for you? Should I present you to the schools of fish that always seek refuge around my house? Get them to revel in your beauty? Or maybe I’ll worship you in the den of our own personal sanctuary, where nothing - no one - will be able to interrupt.

My Beauty.

My Beautiful, Beloved Pearl.

I’ll admit, there’s a certain ring to those names that I enjoy. It calls to me like the cavernous songs of the sirens. An enchantment I can never seem to escape: you.

Not that I want to.

No. Never. Not since the very first time I laid eyes on you.

You’re addictive, you know that? One glance caught my attention. One melodic note of a spoken word, and I was hooked. Your eyes are deeper than the darkest sea, and I could swim in them forever. You hold me, transfixed, with your gaze whenever you look at me, and I never want it to stop.

Honestly, I can never grow tired of you looking at me. I want you to look at me, and only me. I want to be the first thing you see in the morning when you blink those glorious eyes open, and the last thing you see when you go to sleep at night. I want to wrap you in my arms and hold you close, whispering the sweetest words of all the worlds in your ears, and hear you do the same for me in return.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Beloved, and I will never hesitate to prove that to you. With me, you will never have to settle for less than what you deserve, for I will always give you every single thing your heart could ever desire.

Fuck- I can still remember the way your body trembled from the very first touch. The more I trailed my arms over your body, letting the tips of my tendrils caress your skin, the more your whole being warmed. You fit so perfectly in my hold, that I long to always touch you - to always be near you, and obey your every whim.

I am but your loyal servant, sent to worship the very depths of your soul. Your entire being calls to me, and I could bathe in your warmth for all eternity. Right now, it’s that warmth that I crave more than anything. That glorious nectar that seeps from between your legs beckons to me. One taste isn’t enough. I need to feel you flooding my every sense once more.

Sweet.

Addictive.

I could spend ages defining it, but nothing could ever truly put into words just how ethereal you are to me.

People always thought my existence was mere myth itself. Rumours and legends only meant to scare those away from pursuing adventure on the high seas. Nothing more than a fable to tell their children at night to ensure they don’t go off swimming in the bay alone.

They have always been, and will always be, wrong.

I’m as real at the tide, as sure as the sand that resides against the ocean floor. There is nothing in these waters as deadly as I am, and all those that oppose us will face my wrath.

Well, where we’re going, we won’t have to worry about being disturbed at all. Plenty of room for the both of us. Plenty of privacy. No one dares disturb that which should be left undisturbed. At least, those smart enough to.

That is, of course, unless I use my magic to let those sirens get a taste of their own medicine. Water echoes even the smallest of sounds, and yours should be heard for miles around. I can still hear your glorious voice calling out my name as you bathed me in your own sacred waters, and I want all to know that you are mine, and I am yours. For all eternity.

I’ll admit… I’m addicted to you, and I can never get enough. Though, from the way I remember your hands clinging to me that night only days ago, I don’t think you can get enough, either.

Good thing we have forever to spend fully satisfying each other!

Ah… looks like we’re finally getting close to home. I can see the familiar drop off up ahead. Don’t worry, Beloved, there’ll be plenty of air for you to breathe inside. I won’t always have to keep you covered in a veil of magic. Though, I would always like to have an arm around you. Feeling your skin pressed against my own is a sensation unlike any other, and I long to never let you go.

Perhaps I should tidy up a little more before you wake. I always have way too much energy after destroying a ship. Something about adrenaline and all that.

Perhaps when you wake up you could even help me with it… You might be a bit tired and disoriented when you wake, but my magic can help with your exhaustion. You seemed to like that that last time I used it on you.

How else could we have gone as many rounds as we did?

Oh, you flatter me by pulling yourself in closer to me subconsciously when I shift into such a basic form. It easier to move around like a human within my home when it’s drained like this, and besides, I haven’t exactly shown you my entire true form yet. The last thing I want to do is scare you as soon as you wake up. You’ve already suffered the trauma of being stolen away from me today. I don’t want to make things worse.

There. All you need to do is rest now.

In my arms? Well, who am I to pull away from My Pearl when you’re clinging onto me so tightly in your sleep?

I truly can never say no to you…

Just rest, Beloved. This creature shall keep you safe, tucked away deeply in his heart for all eternity. Once you open those glorious eyes of yours, our own adventure will start.

Just you and me, forever.

I promise.

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sanjoongie · 2 months ago

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𝐹𝑒𝒷𝓇𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝐹𝒾𝓁𝓉𝒽 𝐹𝑒𝓈𝓉 ~ 𝒯𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎 𝐹𝒾𝓋𝑒

The Intro

🖤Welcome to this year's February Filth Fest. This is my third year participating, and I rather look forward to this time to challenge myself. It may seem like just a lot of smut, and don't get me wrong--it is, but it also opens my mind and expands on short-term worlds that are so fun. I don't think I ever would have sat down and written a Naruto au or the fanboys wooyoung fic without FFF.

The Challenge

🖤to write a short fic each day, including the member randomly selected and the kink.

🖤If anyone wants to participate, you can copy my list or alter it to your desires {This is during the month of February} Twenty-eight fics straight

🖤mine features ateez, but you can pick whoever

🖤feel free to freelance it and do whatever days you want, or not. Do once a week. Do one every 5 days. You pick your schedule. I simply enjoy the challenge of one fic a day.

🖤yes I'm aware it's Jan.1 and I'm posting this but I wanted to put it out early in case anyone needed some time to think it over/prepare!

The List

Creampie ~ Seonghwa {Sci fi Au} 🩶Summary: when you agree to take on a stray bunny hybrid as a passenger on your transport, you had no idea you’d hit your fertile cycle and lure Seonghwa into a rut

Soft dom/sub~ Hongjoong {Historical Au} 🤍Summary: when Hongjoong decides he wishes to study how your body appears in the sunlight next to the flowers in his garden to better his paintings, who are you to say no?

Restraints ~ Wooyoung {Fantasy Au} 🖤Summary: when your partner gets on your final nerve, you tie him up and let out some pent-up aggression on him

Shower sex ~ San {Modern Au} 💛Summary: you meet your husband in the shower after a long night on the red carpet, and are gifted with a scene making you wish you were a porno director instead.

Hand kink ~ Jongho {Sci Fi Au} 💜Summary: when you get trapped in a storm with a soldier, you shed light on a kink Jongho didn’t even know he had.

Double penetration ~ YunGi {Sci Fi Au} 💙🩵Summary: when yunho decides he’s tired of you and mingi fighting over him amongst a zombie apocalypse and a threesome is the only way to settle the aggression.

Aphrodisiacs ~Yeosang {Fantasy Au} ❤️Summary: when Yeosang escorts you through the forest back to your mountain, you come across a part of the forest that has changed, including a rather interesting flower with some lusty influences

Temperature play ~ Yunho {Modern Au} 💙Summary: when your villain lover enjoys playing out pre-negotiated scenes of cnc with you as the in-denial hero and you indulge him

Degradation ~ Seonghwa {Modern Au} 🩶Summary: when your ex shows up, needing money, you do your best to give him the best orgasm of his life so that he can leave and never come back into your life.

Predator/prey ~Mingi {Modern Au} 🩵Summary: you join a public event held at an exclusive club where 20 men hunt 5 women and whichever man catches you claims you

Praise ~Yeosang {Modern Au} ❤️Summary: when you praise your boss rather forcefully, Yeosang pursues a more carnal activity in the kitchen

Edging ~ San {Sci Fi Au} 💛Summary: You and San are in the middle of a rebellion, but the possessive dragon has demands of his own

Corruption kink ~ Yunho {Historical Au} 💙Summary: as a starved succubus, you find a priest in training to restore your energy, and corrupt a pure soul in the process

Somnophilia ~ SanJoong {Fantasy Au} 💛🤍Summary: San and Hongjoong are hired to wake up a slumbering elven princess but they had no idea that it was pleasure you were seeking to raise you from dreamland.

Mommy kink ~ Jongho {Modern Au} 💜Summary: when you current situationship takes care of you so well in the vampire club that the urge to call him mommy and fuck him in his SUV hits

Tentacle sex ~Wooyoung {Sci Fi Au} 🖤Summary: Wooyoung kidnaps you from San’s arms to try his new ideas of what the ship could do to you–and him–and the alien is very good at finding loopholes to his captain’s orders

Dacryphilia ~ Hongjoong {Modern Au} 🤍Summary: when a rival mafia group believes it’s a smart idea to kidnap your husband, you have no choice but to kill them all. and perhaps admire how beautiful your husband is when he cries

Cuckolding ~ WooSang {Historical Au} 🖤❤️Summary: when you dare let another man lay hands on you, you pay by yeosang having a gladiator in the way your husband only takes his wife– and are forced to watch it all unfold before you

Size kink ~ Mingi {Sci Fi Au} 🩵Summary: Mingi uses his Furyan night vision to steal you from Wooyoung’s bed, just to fuck you in a hammock in the cargo bay. And perhaps to win a bet. Or to sing to your eggs in Furyan. Or all of the above

Breeding kink ~ SeongJjong {Fantasy Au} 🩶💜Summary: when you hear of a mated pair of griffins nearby, you take the opportunity to steal their egg for some money. unfortunately for you, the mated pair end up being two males. fortunately for you, they’d be more than happy to help you with your egg problem

Mirror sex ~ San {Historical Au} 💛Summary: as a spy of a different country trying to keep up with your allies, you attach yourself to a particular soldier who will take you to the front lines, you just have to seduce him first

Hate fucking ~ Jongho {Historical Au} 💜Summary: when San takes a bullet, it’s up to you to take command of the ship and deal with the crew. Jongho’s making it really difficult to do your job and keep it together. lucky, there’s a way to solve everything and get compensation

Deepthroating ~ Seonghwa {Historical Au} 🩶Summary: you shared a passionate night with one of the musketeers sworn to protect the king, your husband, and he can no longer keep himself away from you.

Pervert kink ~ Hongjoong {Sci fi Au} 🤍Summary: as an agent of the special division devised to take down subway gropers, you slowly succumb to wanting to be a target instead of capturing yours.

Free use ~ Mingi {Historical Au} 🩵Summary: you offer yourself up as the town’s sacrifice to avoid the outlaws laying waste to your town, but your secret is that you honestly can’t wait for the outlaws leader to use you

Public sex ~ Wooyoung {Modern Au} 🖤Summary: you take wooyoung out to a hybrid café, and as typical of your bad kitty, wooyoung acts up in the most delicious of ways

Hard dom aftercare ~ Yunho {Fantasy Au} 💙Summary: just because your husband hates your guts, doesn’t mean you don’t do everything in your power to assure him that everything he does to your body is exactly what you want from him

Voyeurism ~ Yeosang {Sci fi Au} ❤️Summary: when you're sent on a mission to acquire intel about the alien species you had dubbed 'the Nagas', you are captured and interrogated. The aliens have learned that the best way to a human's brain is through her pussy

If you're eager for more, here is FFF2023 and FFF2024

#ateez smut #atz smut #topaz's work #ღatz #pirateeznet #lapydiariesnet #park seonghwa smut #kim hongjoong smut #jeong yunho smut #kang yeosang smut #choi san smut #song mingi smut #jung wooyoung smut #choi jongho smut

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topazshadowwolf · 1 year ago

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Nightmare, introduces himself and his gang to a new, potential ally.

Nightmare: By now you know who I am. *Points with a tentacle at Killer* This is my second in command, Killer. Despite his behaviors and mannerisms, he is reliable in completing whatever task I ask of him.

Killer: hiya! *twirling a knife*

Nightmare: ... be mindful when he is bored. Killer tends to like being active. *Pointing at Dust* This is Dust, my third in command. Do not even think of getting anything past him. He is very observant.

Dust: *Just shrugs*

Nightmare: He is also fairly quiet and falls asleep easily...*Points at Horror next* Here is Horror. He is the finest tracker in all the multiverse, an excellent cook, and the muscle of this team.

Horror: hello, pal. *grinning*

Nightmare: Do not turn your back on him or enter a dark room and turn on the lights without looking for him first. Horror is rather fond of 'jump scares.' *Points at Cross* Now lastly, we have Cross. He is the youngest of this group, but a very skilled fighter. Cross is also the more polite and civilized one here.

Cross: *smiles a waves* (thinking to self: please leave it at that. please just leave it at that)

Nightmare: *Naturally does not leave it at just that* He also is the winner of a 2023 Sexyman poll among AU Sanses that thousands of mortals voted on.

Cross: *Dying of embarrassment* boss... why...?

Nightmare: Take pride in your accomplishments, Cross.

#dumb thought that I had that wouldn't leave my head.#dadmare #nightmare!sans #killer!sans #dust!sans #horror!sans #sexyman!sans #I mean #Cross!sans #I can see him standing there so embarrassed #Dadmare likes to embarrass the boys now and then #While at the same time enjoying the fact that one of his henchmen won against Error

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carriedawatermelon · 5 months ago

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Ronance kinktober ficlet, the second. Used a random kink generator and couldn’t not do role play for the DND show, so here’s some college Ronance, in which Nancy finds that Robin’s DND swagger really fucking does it for her. As always, soft filth only for these two.

Thanks for being so kind about the last one, y’all. I’m having fun with these and it makes me happy that maybe you are, too.

Prompt: Role Play/AU

She’s supposed to be reading. She has an essay due in a week and a half that’s worth a third of her grade, and she needs to finish her outline by Tuesday, which means she needs to finish The Bluest Eye this weekend. It’s not long, and it’s not tedious, and Nancy actually gives a shit about this paper and this professor.

She’s supposed to be reading.

She’s not reading.

She’s not reading because she is, somehow, at the age of 22 and years out of her parents’ house, back in their basement watching her little brother and his friends play Dungeons & Dragons. More accurately, actually, she’s watching Robin and her little brother and his friends play Dungeons & Dragons.

That, of course, is the problem. Because Nancy is in love with Robin, and she knows this about herself, the same way she knows that Robin can turn anything into something Nancy cares about. Scallop farming? Sure, yep. The minutiae of the latest debate on the translation of a passage of The Iliad? Absolutely. The evolution of lighting in horror movies? Fascinating. Never mind that Nancy doesn’t watch horror or keep up with Homer or that scallops make her throat swell.

It’s the Robin effect, and Nancy’s three years into it with no intention of stopping. Almost four years if you count the denial and pining, which Nancy doesn’t for the sake of anniversaries but does, mostly, for considering how long Robin has had Nancy’s heart and brain and everything else, really.

Nancy should’ve known better, is the point. Nancy should’ve known better than to come down here with her book like she could be in the same room as Robin doing something that required her to talk and think and interact with other people and not immediately become distracted. This isn’t the two of them on Robin’s couch working together. (Not that that doesn’t sometimes end with Nancy getting distracted.) This is Nancy trying to work while Robin impresses a table of disgruntled teenage boys and makes Eddie laugh and plots to defeat some kind of tentacled monster with a scheme involving a slingshot (Lucas is thrilled) and a lyre.

This is Robin the Bard, apparently, and Nancy is deeply, embarrassingly, into it.

Robin’s spot at the table means Nancy can see the profile of her face perfectly, but that Robin can’t really see her unless she turns at an awkward angle. She does a few times, just to smile at Nancy or, once, to wink like a massive nerd, and god help her, that did it for Nancy, too, her stomach flipping as she pretended to go back to reading for about ten seconds. It’s impossible, though, Nancy’s eyes always finding their way back to the table, back to Robin.

She just got a haircut, the shag now above her ears, and she keeps running her hand through it like she can’t quite believe there’s not more. It looks good, looks amazing, which is exactly what Nancy told her before using it to guide Robin’s head between her legs before she could even make it past the entryway to Nancy’s place. The hair’s not helping things, anyway. Nor is the way she sits, legs spread as she strategizes intensely, her knee and part of her thigh exposed by her ripped black jeans. Nancy can’t look away, not that it would help if she did, because she’d be left with Robin’s voice and laugh and then she’d look again, and, well, it’s a vicious cycle, really.

Nancy knows Robin plays at school sometimes; the queer art kids have a running game she dips into on occasion, but Nancy’s never seen it before. She knows now she’ll have to go, because she wants to see this again. Robin’s invested, her cadence shifted to match her character. She talks and jokes and helps plan but she does this thing where she makes space for the others when it seems like someone has been quiet for too long.

She does it for Will, especially, leaves these intentional gaps for him to fill with suggestions or thoughts, makes sure he doesn’t sink into the background. Eddie’s good at that, too, but he’s so much, almost all of the time, a force, and Robin isn’t anything less but her energy feels less like a hurdle to clear and more like a lift, like cupped hands at the start of a climb. It floods Nancy with fondness and with admiration and with the desire to do things she absolutely cannot do right now.

They break, eventually, Nancy having made about three paragraphs’ worth of progress, and Robin comes to kiss her quickly, both of them flipping off Mike as he makes a disgusted noise, before running to the bathroom and the snack supply upstairs with the rest of the boys. She turns to her book, desperate, but the cushion next to hers sinks and a tattooed arm reaches across her shoulder. Nancy sighs and slots her bookmark into place.

Eddie’s grin is shit-eating in the extreme when she turns to him, and she knows she’s caught but she still has some dignity, at least when it comes to people who aren’t Robin, so she raises her eyebrow expectantly and asks, “Can I help you?”

“I think you’re the one that needs some help, Wheeler.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes flash, delighted. “Oh, you definitely do. You’ve turned exactly one page in the last hour. And you smile every time Robin says anything. It’s disgusting. It’s amazing. I’m obsessed.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be paying attention to the game?” She manages to sound bored and fights the urge to tuck her hair, a tell he’ll sink his teeth into.

He waves her off. “I’m paying plenty of attention to the game. Everyone’s having a great time. Which you know, because you’ve been drooling over the party bard’s every fuckin’ word. Got a thing for musicians, Wheeler? Thinking about playing her lyre?”

“Classy,” she says, and he looks like she’s given him a present. “Oh, shut up.”

He cackles, removing his hand from around her to clap loudly. “Oh, I definitely won’t. I’m gonna get her to make you play next time.”

The her in question nearly stumbles from the top of the stairs, grabbing the railing with one hand as she tries to balance a plate of cookies and a can of Coke, a bag of chips dangling from her mouth. It’s a disaster waiting to happen, but before Nancy can intervene, Lucas has plucked the soda from the crook of her arm. Whatever she says, or tries to say, through the cargo in her mouth makes him laugh.

Eddie pokes her bicep. “Incredible.”

“This is nothing new.” She tries changing tack, bored tone still in place. It’s not new. He knows her. He knows them.

“No,” he concedes, leaning closer to keep their conversation from drifting. “But I’ve never gotten to see it like this. Does she know she has super powers? Turning the Nancy Wheeler into mush?”

“She doesn’t,” Nancy says, fondness taking over. “Even though I’ve told her.”

“Disgusting,” he repeats, fondness in his own voice. “Try not to fall out when your girl kills the big bad.”

And then he’s up and headed back to the table, hands clapping and rubbing together eagerly. “And we’re back.”

Nancy’s girl does kill the big bad. Her plan works, and the boys cheer, each standing to receive some applause for their role in the fight. Eddie bows in concession and then suddenly, they’re cleaning up, and Nancy doesn’t even know how long she’s been sitting there, but she hadn’t even bothered to open the book back up for the last part of the session.

Robin makes her way over, grinning big, and falls down against the opposite arm of the sofa, her feet tangling with Nancy's where they’re tucked up beside her. Sighing, she throws an arm over her head and says wearily, “Hard work defeating an ancient eldritch being. I might need a nap.”

“Very impressive.” It’s affectionate and teasing and Nancy’s grip on Robin’s ankle is equally soft, thumb pressing in just slightly. “I especially liked the part where you danced at him.”

“Were you watching?!” She’s propped up now, blue eyes big and attentive.

“I might have been.”

“She was!” Eddie calls, like an asshole, and Nancy feels her cheeks go red.

“It was gross. She smiled, like, the whole time.” Mike’s got his patented scowl on, but it’s the mostly kidding version. “Weren’t you supposed to be reading?” He rolls his eyes at her as he moves toward the stairs.

“You’re just jealous that your sister bags hotter girls than you. Maybe if you smiled every once in a while you’d get a date.” Dustin calls before looking guiltily at the couch, eyes moving between Nancy and Robin. “Sorry?”

“You’re just telling the truth,” Nancy says, and Mike’s scowl deepens while the others laugh, loud footsteps carrying them upstairs.

“Ladies,” Eddie says, hefting his backpack onto his shoulder. “Have a lovely evening.”

“Don’t be a pervert,” Nancy says, at the same time Robin says, “Thanks.”

He laughs loudly and tips an imaginary hat before he leaves.

Robin’s biting her lip now, obviously delighted, and Nancy rolls her eyes even as she crawls across the sofa and braces herself against the arm, looking down at Robin’s smile.

“Might have been watching, huh?”

“A little.”

“A little,” Robin repeats, looking smug, which Nancy finds unbearably attractive.

“You’re very cute,” she says, lifting a hand to tuck some of Robin’s hair behind her ear and trace over her nose. “My bard.”

Nancy sighs into the kiss, Robin’s hand splaying wide over the small of her back while the other wraps around her forearm.

“Adding ‘DND does it for Nancy Wheeler’ to my list of ‘Things I Never Would Have Guessed.’”

“More like Robin Buckley does it for Nancy Wheeler.”

“Also on the list,” Robin says proudly, scratching lightly at Nancy’s back in affection.

“Are you interested in further evidence?” The question comes with a kiss to Robin’s jaw, and Nancy can feel her nod her head, the dork.

“Always. Um, super important actually, because what if it’s on the list and not true, you know? Like, it needs to be accurate, and-“

Nancy kisses her jaw again, takes her earlobe into her mouth and sucks gently, and Robin’s hips buck just the way she knew they would, which makes it no less rewarding. Her hands move to clutch at Nancy’s hips, a whimper escaping as Nancy kisses and licks at her throat.

“Fuck,” she breathes out, and Nancy smiles, nips gently at the skin above the collar of her t-shirt before slipping a hand underneath it.

“Yeah, baby? Feel good?”

“Yes.” She arches into the teasing route Nancy’s taking with her fingers. “So good.”

“Good,” Nancy murmurs, palming her over her sports bra before pushing it up, rocking her hips forward at the feeling of Robin’s nipple pebbled in her hand, again at the noise she makes when Nancy takes it between her fingers.

“Nancy,” Robin gasps, and that’s all Nancy can take, her self-control worn to nothing after god knows how long sitting and watching her girlfriend in this fucking basement. She tugs roughly, the way that makes Robin lose it, and then pulls away, breath heavy as she sits back on Robin’s legs.

“Sit up,” she says with force, and Robin does, immediately, going exactly where Nancy puts her, which is against the back of the sofa, without any kind of fight.

When Nancy settles, straddling her lap, she takes Robin’s hands and puts them just under her shirt, pressing until Robin gets the hint: stay. She does, fingers flexing hot against her skin as Nancy works her way back under her shirt and bra, pulling and grasping at her eagerly, tongue licking at the back of Robin’s teeth.

When she shoves her shirt up, bending to take a nipple into her mouth and suck, one of Robin’s hands flies to the back of her head as she cries out. Nancy pulls away for long enough to kiss her, whisper, “Shh, baby. Be quiet so I can make you come, okay?”

Robin nods, almost pained, biting her lip, and Nancy’s chest burns, hot with want and affection. “So good for me.” She knows what she’s doing, knows she’s made it that much harder for Robin to stay quiet with those words. She doesn’t care, loves the way Robin shakes with want, the little noise that escapes as Nancy lets her smile be sharp.

Her own hips roll when she takes Robin’s nipple back into her mouth, teeth grazing lightly, and Robin bucks into her. She sucks a mark into the soft skin under her collarbone, fills herself on greedy, inelegant touches across her tits and stomach, her mouth and hands roaming and taking, lingering where Robin makes a pretty noise in the back of her throat or grips hard at Nancy’s waist.

“Nancy, Nancy, Nancy,” she chants eventually, desperately. “Please. Please.”

Nancy pushes herself back, stares at Robin. Her head’s thrown back, chest heaving, and when she whines and meets Nancy’s eyes, her pupils are blown, dark pools in blue. Nancy wants to take her, wants to keep her, and she slides to her knees easily, settling between Robin’s spread legs and moving immediately to undo her button and fly, pressing kisses to the skin of her belly.

Robin’s hips lift to assist as Nancy pulls her jeans down her thighs, past her knees and off of one foot with a kiss to her ankle because she hates feeling trapped. A hand plants itself in her hair, barely tugging, and Nancy smirks and kisses her calf, her knee, the insides of her thighs.

“Nancy, please.”

She mouths over navy briefs, moans at the sharp sting of Robin’s desperate encouragement and the smell of her through the cotton. The briefs come down quickly, and Robin’s legs spread that much wider, and Nancy looks at her, at the sharp line of her jaw where her head’s tilted back, the red mark blooming on her chest, still visible where her shirt’s caught in her sports bra, a tangled mess made of want. Robin’s hand smooths through her hair, and then Nancy’s placing a kiss below her belly button, over the dark hair that covers her, to the crease of her thigh.

A whine escapes Robin, a plea, but Nancy’s already answering, licking into her and moaning at the taste, tongue dipping into wet heat and then coming up to lap at her clit. Robin tugs her t-shirt into her mouth, biting it to keep quiet, and Nancy brings two fingers up and presses into her, her own hips moving at the feeling of Robin tight around her.

Fingers tighten in her hair, Robin’s hips rolling to meet her thrusts, and Nancy can’t help but slide the fingers of her free hand into her own jeans. It’s too tight, and she’s uncoordinated, but it’s enough for the moment, a temporary relief as she works at Robin, adding a third finger and flattening her tongue to let Robin rut the way she wants to.

It doesn’t take long, blue eyes looking purposefully down at her as Nancy makes a show of sucking at Robin’s clit, and then Robin’s arching, eyes slamming shut, clenching around Nancy’s fingers. When the shaking stops, her hand tugging Nancy away, she goes reluctantly, pulling her own hand from her jeans as she stands.

Robin’s breathing hard, pulling her shirt from her mouth and tugging Nancy into her lap, shoving her shirt up and the cups of Nancy’s bra down so that she can get a nipple in her mouth. Nancy undoes her pants, Robin’s hands busy on her ass and tits, and pushes them down with her underwear. Before she can even reach for her, Robin’s got two fingers curling into her perfectly, mouth still sucking eagerly. Her other hand rocks Nancy’s hip in suggestion, and Nancy takes it gratefully, too gone to start on her own.

She rides Robin’s fingers slowly at first and then faster, hand holding her to her chest. “More,” she says, close to begging, and Robin gives her more, a third finger slipping in with ease as Nancy slides a hand down to circle her clit. It’s quick after that, Robin moving with purpose, and Nancy falls apart above her, hand moving to brace on her shoulder.

Robin wraps her arms around her waist, pulls her close and kisses at her neck and jaw. “God, I love you,” she says into the air by her ear, making her shiver, and Nancy melts against her further. “So fucking hot. Jesus, Nance.”

“Evidence,” Nancy says, and Robin laughs, pulling them both back against the sofa. Nancy is inordinately glad she’d spread a blanket earlier, is absolutely going to have to sneak it in with her wash.

“To be clear, is this evidence for the Robin pile or the DND pile?” Nancy swats at her shoulder. “I’m not above getting tights and pointy ears, Nance, honest to god, and how hard can a lyre actually be, like, I have my guitar, right, so-“

Nancy kisses her into silence.

“Maybe the ears,” she murmurs into the space between them a few minutes later, and basks in Robin’s laugh.

#ronance #ronance fic #ronance smut #Ronance kinktober

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tonguetyd · 3 months ago

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Chemical Mess

A Sleep Token Gift Exchange present for @sleeptokenpuppy 🥰

"What's the point? If life is fleeting, should I just hang with my friends? Should I spend more time with the people I love instead of in my head?"

Tags: Sitcom AU, Inhuman Vessels, Not Platonic or Romantic But a Secret Third Thing (Bonded By An Eldritch Being), Winter Solstice, Minor Existential Crisis, But Friends and Tentacle God Help You Thru It :::)

IV hummed as he balanced another 3 sticks of butter on the precarious tower of supplies retrieved from the fridge. Sure, he could take multiple trips back to the counter with less food, but what was the fun of having super strength if you didn't use it to carry as much as possible?

Deciding he had everything he needed, he shut the door and turned slowly towards the counter, making sure none of his supplies would lose balance and fall do-

"MOOOOVE!!!!" yelled II as he bolted past the guitarist to grab a Red Bull can, knocking over every one of IV's carefully stacked items to the ground.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as to not yell at the drummer. "We really need to keep your caffeine in a separate part of the house."

"We shouldn't give him caffeine at all, he's already supersonic," chimed in III from the stovetop.

"Notmyfault, lotsathingstodotoday, needmyenergy, sorry, iiiwillhelpcleanup!" II said between gulps of his drink. "Oh! Happysolsticebytheway!" He scrunched up the empty can and tossed it to the bin.

"III will NOT help clean up, III has risotto on the stove thank you very much," the bassist sassed.

Huffing at his friends, IV began setting his supplies from the floor to the counter. "It's fine, leave it all for the non-flexible AND slow one, not a problem there..."

"Seeyougotit, dontevenneediiishelp, okaybye," II replied before running back off to wherever he had come from.

IV grumbled something about "rude motherfucker" while III walked over laughing. "Don't worry, we'll figure out some way to get revenge," the bassist said, stretching his arm to keep stirring the pot on the stove. "Little man won't know what hit him!"

An unnatural cloud of fog rumbled with amusement as Sleep watched His younger vessels prepare for His sacred night. He turned His attention to His First, expecting to see a similar sense of entertainment from his eldest.

Instead, Vessel's six eyes blinked joylessly at the wall, oblivious to his friends' antics.

The solstice was upon them once again. Another year had gone by. Were the years always so short? How was time continuing to slip away from him? It had just been summer yesterday. Was life passing him by? Should he be doing more by now? Accomplished more than what he already had? How much time did he even have left?

Futhermore, what was the point of having all this time anyway, if it was just going to fly by him? If he was constantly running out of time anyway, what was the purpose of filling them with...anything? The clock and calendar didn't care what he did to fill them. They marched steady onwards.

Emo shit. As IV would affectionally call it.

Vessel's brain spiral of Emo Shit continued as his friends worked around him to bring light on their shared sacred day.

Sleep was displeased at this. It would not do that His First should be melancholy on the Holiest of nights. His fog form swirled around III.

“Hey Sleep! If you’re looking to help I think IV needs it more,” the bassist said, affectionately twirling a finger in the mist.

The fog grew denser and lowered Itself to obstruct III’s vision.

III frowned and tried to fan the fog away with his hands. “Yeah yeah I know it’s your special day, I’m trying to fry stuff though and would rather not get burned because you’re blocking my sight!”

Frustrated, Sleep continued to His Second. If anyone would be in touch with His First’s emotions, it would be his oldest friend.

The mist descended upon II as he raced up the stairs. “SLEEPICANTSEE!” he exclaimed as he missed the top step, tumbling back down to the bottom.

He sat up and rubbed his head, glaring at the fog. “Thathurt! Becareful! Notallofusareimmortal!”

The fog continued to swim around him, forming an opening to direct II’s sight to Vessel.

II huffed when he saw his friend. “Ves. Talktoyourgodandtellhimtoleaveusbe!”

Vessel glanced up towards II and shrugged.

IV bellowed from the kitchen “OI, SLEEP, WE’RE BUSY! GIVE US A COUPLE HOURS!”

The ancient one’s frustration reached its peak. The fog condensed and shot over to Vessel before disappearing from sight.

Vessel suddenly didn’t feel so good.

His eyes grew blurry and his head heavy. His limbs began to move of their own accord, and suddenly he felt another presence in his mind.

The jerky movement from Vessel’s body caught III’s eye first. “…Ves?”

Vessel’s head snapped to III’s, his six eyes glowing red.

“MY THIRD.”

“…oh. Shit. Not Ves.” III reared his head back, creating space between himself and his now-possessed friend. “UH…GUYS? I THINK WE MADE GOD MAD…”

II and IV made their way over to the other vessels. “Whatdoyoumeanwema-oh. Fuck.” II’s eyes grew when he saw the already looming presence of his friend expand to house a god.

“MY VESSELS. YOU SEEK MY FAVOR UPON THIS HOLY DAY, YET YOU IGNORE MY ATTEMPTS TO OBTAIN YOUR ATTENTION. EXPLAIN.”

“Shit…we…we didn’t mean anything by it, honest,” III stammered out. “We just have to watch what we’re doing, or we’ll make a mess. We would never intentionally ignore you, Sleep.”

“YOU ARE IGNORING MY FIRST.”

IV tilted his head in confusion. “Ves has been sitting right there? He hasn’t said anything to ignore…”

“MY FIRST’S BRAIN IS RESTLESS. HE IS QUESTIONING HIS PURPOSE, FEELING AS IF HE HAS TOO MUCH YET NOT ENOUGH TIME.”

“…andstubbornasscouldnttellusthishimself?”

III elbowed II from across the room. “Oi, don’t be a prick.”

“HE IS SUFFERING IN SILENCE, AS HE OFTEN DOES, AS TO NOT BE A BURDEN ON YOU. I WILL NOT TOLERATE MY FIRST BEING UPSET WHILE SURROUNDED BY HAPPINESS. FIX HIM.”

With His command given, Sleep detached Himself from Vessel’s brain.

When Vessel blinked his eyes again, he felt more like himself. His three sets of eyes were met with another three sets.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were feeling badly?” II asked, deliberately slower than he had been all week.

Shame rose up in Vessel’s cheeks. “I…uh…well…you’re all busy…and I just…it’s stupid anyway.”

“It’s not stupid Ves, it’s something we all feel at times,” IV assured him.

“Yeah! Friendly Christmas existential dread!” III nodded.

Vessel huffed. “I just. You’d think if we all go through this that somebody would’ve figured it out by now.”

IV scoffed. “Yeah, yet here we all just fucking around anyway. Nobody’s got any idea what they’re doing.”

“Mmhmm. We’re bumbling around just trying to get…somewhere?” II offered.

“Or maybe not even go anywhere at all. Just enjoying the ride, wherever it takes us!” said III.

Vessel stared up at the ceiling as Sleep’s fog took shape once again. “I guess.”

“Listen Vee, yeah we don’t know if there’s a point to any of this, and yeah it might be over in the blink of an eye,” IV shrugged. “But instead of wasting that limited time we’ve got trying to figure it out, let’s just. Like. I dunno.” He gestured around their space.

“Eat rice balls!” III exclaimed.

Ves laughed for the first time all day. “Who needs a meaning in life when there’s rice balls?”

“Exactly!”

“III is right,” II said. “We’ve got rice balls, and more than that, you’ve got us!”

“If we’re to be submerged, let us be submerged together and all that shit, yknow?” IV joked.

And as Sleep watched his vessels pick their First’s spirits up, he hummed in agreement. Not even the ancient ones know what the future holds. All any being can do is enjoy time with those that make them feel less alone.

A part of a whole, no matter how messed up it may be.

Just a picture perfect, lovable, positively shitshow, chemical mess.

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Matt’s song offers no answers, nor can I, nor can Sleep probably! There’s no right way to do the holidays or life. All we can do is try to be good to each other! This is my attempt to be good to y’all, and I hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️

#woe main tags be upon ye #sleep token #sleep token fanfiction #(first time using that tag!!)#sleep token gift exchange #st gift exchange 2024 #if we are to be submerged #etc etc #not so tonguetyd

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alephzdraws · 3 months ago

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That Freak of Nature AU

I can imagine Sonic becoming increasingly exasperated trying to explain to Shadow how to function as close to a normal mobian as physically possible so that G.U.N. has a harder time discovering him and Shadow just goes "what's the point of all this? I don't get it. I hate this skin already, get it off me."

Like trying to remind him to blink so he doesn't stare deep into peoples' souls as much, and he does, but with a third eyelid so he doesn't lose sight (Immediately freaks Sonic out on the spot).

Or attempting to explain to him that he can't just morph his body around in public to get around the discomfort of existing in a form he doesn't like (if you're unaware, the Doom Morph in this AU is Shadow's true base form and he can shapeshift into a hedgehog. Pretty much the reverse of SxS Gens).

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No, splitting your face open to scare away people you don't like isn't a good idea. You're trying to stay hidden from those guys who want to finish the job of killing you.

No Shadow, eating people is wrong, even if you're an alien. Yes, even if they're bad people like the ones who killed your favourite human.

Try not to make weapons out of your or my limbs unless you really need to protect yourself.

Please don't take over my body unless I need you to. I don't wanna have to "explain" that to the public, and it's kind of existentially terrifying for me to lose control (Don't tell anyone I said that).

I understand that your "quills" are technically your tentacles and kinda wanna move on their own, but you're sorta freaking out those people across the street.

I know it sucks walking around in the wrong form, but it's either that, you hang out in my body like a weird alien parasite, or G.U.N. takes you.

#Sonic brought an alien shapeshifter home who doesn't understand much about the world. The problem is his now.#Sonic gave this poor alien a higher capacity for intelligence by existing in the wrong place at the wrong time #Shadow went from an mildly sentient science experiment to a fully sentient being just from thinking through Sonic's head for a little while #Connecting yourself to another person's neural network would fuck with you for sure. Now you have your AND their thoughts and feelings #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog au #sonic au #sonic horror au #That Freak of Nature StH AU #alephzwritesstuff

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impale-me-radio-daddy · 9 months ago

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Masterlist

Hi, I'm impale-me-radio-daddy, otherwise known as Big Antler Steve, The Antlers Guy, a pun or play on words, alright mate, and, in exceptional circumstances, oh no. Contrary to popular belief, I am not the acclaimed self-insert author cocksleeve4deerman69- we are in fact entirely different entities.

But enough about me, here's a list of things I've written, for your amusement and elucidation.

The Lookalike (completed series)

☒ Summary: The first thing you remembered after your death was an argument. “No, this isn’t one of my fucking sluts.” The man behind you exhaled, frustrated. “This is a present for you. Something to help you work through your Alastor fixation.” You awaken in Hell as the near-spitting image of a certain infamous radio host. Unfortunately for you, you immediately fall into the clutches of his nemesis, then into the arms of the Radio Demon himself.

☒ Warnings: hermaphrodite!reader, deer!reader, crying!reader, they/them pronouns used, explicit sexual content, reader is in Hell for a reason, reader x Alastor, reader x Vox, Valentino, canon typical scenarios, Vox-based voyeurism, minor use of aphrodisiacs, tentacle sex, Vox in a cuck chair, erotic cannibalism, Alastor x reader x Vox threesome in the finale.

☒ Length: 43k words total

☒ Series links: Part I Part2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 6 BONUS SCENE Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

☒ Bonus vignettes: Hoof trimming, Lucifer seducing (slight AU)

Reddest Flags, Longest Nights (one-shot)

⩙ Summary: The year is 1989. The Berlin Wall has fallen, and Nintendo have just overseen the release of the Game Boy. The first ever episode of Baywatch has just aired, and Ted Bundy has just been executed by electric chair. Vox's relationship with the Radio Demon is on the rocks. Their solution? To add a third person to their bedroom: you

⩙ Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Vox X reader X Alastor, Radiostatic is a committed relationship (well, they're trying), Reader is a girl and she has a pussy, tentacle sex

⩙ Length: 5.5k words

⩙ Other notes: This is set in a sexy alternate universe for the characters in @bapple117's Bluest Monday

Return to Radio Hall (one-shot)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an alternate universe, once conceptualised, must be in want of a fic.

⚜Summary: Having made his fortune in the New World, Vox Vee returns to visit his former benefactor, Lord Alastor.

⚜Pairings: Vox/Alastor

⚜Length: 2.1k words

⚜Content Notes: Unrequited love, Regency era AU, depiction of illness

The Alibi (I have a couple ideas for continuation, but stand-alone for now)

⚜ Pairing: human!Alastor X reader

⚜ Content notes: Reader is a sex worker, Alastor is a serial killer, brief reference to domestic abuse and injury, explicit sexual content, reader is a woman, reader has a pussy, bathtime, cum pooling in the collarbones, the sex is transactional but not like that.

⚜ Wordcount: 4.5k words

In Your Dreams, Old Pal (4-part story with an epilogue in the comments)

⛃ Pairing: Alastor/Vox

⛃ Summary: Alastor had never wanted to murder anyone as badly as he wanted to murder the version of Alastor that Vox dreamed of. The creature was, put simply, a simpering, effete idiot.

They were in a high class restaurant in some part of the states Alastor didn’t recognize, all art deco paneling and chandeliers that glowed a soft gold, the kind of lighting that made every patron look like they were being filmed through a Vaseline smeared lens; good skin, bright eyes. Even Alastor was pressed to admit it was a classy joint. Why Vox was dreaming of taking Alastor here was anyone's guess.

Alastor intrudes on the dreams of his friend and assistant, Vox.

⛃ Content notes: Explicit sexual content, dream sex, wet dreams, jizz in their pants, extremely dubious consent, virginity??, church sex, creampie, bottom Alastor, bottom Vox, incidental cannibalism, not much antler stuff.

⛃ Word count: 18k

Nothing Above the Knee (one-shot)

⪫ Pairing: Alastor/Vox (Radiostatic)

⪫ Wordcount: 4k

⪫ Summary: Alastor wants something from Vox. All Vox asks in return is a few hours with Alastor's hooves.

⪫ Content notes: Explicit sexual content, hoof stuff, contractual obligation, interdigital scent gland play, hoof licking, hoof fucking, electrostimulation, Vox is very much on top here, did I mention this is about hooves?

Heaven Spent (Part 1/2)

℣ Pairing: Vox X angelic!reader

℣ Summary: A naïve angel descends to Hell looking for her best friend Vagina. Finds Vox instead.

℣ Content notes: Voyeurism, first time for everything, explicit sexual content, thigh riding, guided masturbation, Vox being Vox, pet names: mostly sweetheart, babydoll and baby, reader is a girl, reader has a pussy and tits, reader has a name and it's a fucking stupid one.

℣ Word count: 6.5k

#antlerposting #lookalikeposting

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ccinos-cat-cafe · 6 months ago

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I already created him about one or two weeks ago, but I never gave em an official design….here it is :D

The story of the Swamp Beast . . .

Hollow was raised in a wonderful, protective family. Despite never really being given a name, only being called “little one” or “kid”, the rest of his life was filled with affection and love…except when it wasn’t. As it got older, it learned of the corruption that was passed onto it by Nightmare. The corruption was never a good fit for Hollow’s soul…luckily, it didn’t affect it, or his physical appearance. But there was a catch. There’s always a catch, isn’t there? Despite its body being perfectly intact, its mind was slipping further and further away due to the grasp the corruption had on it. It wondered day after day, if it was what the others had endured for so long. The constant whispers and voices creeping into his mind, threatening him with consequences to the actions he never committed. Telling him things that he never wanted to hear, telling him to hurt and to betray. Telling him that one day, he’d slip, and when he did, he wouldn’t be able to get back up. The voices got louder and louder as the years passed until they sounded like they were right by his ear canal. He had tried his hardest to ignore them…but now, he couldn’t. He began to snap and yell and lash out at his family, but every time he would be lulled and told that he was okay. That everything was okay. But despite how badly it didn’t want to believe the voices, it knew they were right. One day, one day, it would succumb and murder the ones who took the time of day to appreciate him. In fear of that happening, Hollow locked himself in his room, only coming out when the others were gone for a mission or asleep. It was the best thing and the worst thing that he had ever done…but it knew it couldn’t face the others again. Not if their safety was on the line…

It would have happened one way or another, wouldn’t it? One night, while he was leaving to gather his dinner, Hollow found Cross. His sanity was already about to snap like a rope that was held together by only one string, and this was the pair of scissors that would make it so. Poor, unsuspecting Cross, who was just trying to make some hot chocolate before going back to bed, was taken by his neck by splintery, wooden claws, and was mauled brutally. His face looked nearly unidentifiable by the time Nightmare and the others came down, and Hollow had to be held back by not one, not two, but three of Nightmare’s tentacles. It was tricky, but he was able to soothe Hollow just enough to make him stop clawing and fighting. It was the saddest day of all of their lives…maybe the second or third most traumatic for Cross. It was a regretful, but mutual decision by everyone that Hollow would be banished to a medieval fantasy AU, since Horror insisted that there should be a castle in case Hollow felt homesick. It wouldn’t work very well, since without the ability to shortcut, Hollow would never be able to feel at home…but it was a nice thought. The AU wasn’t homey, as expected. The monsters had been casted into the underground already, or in this case, a far away land that could never be reached unless you tried hard enough. But it was obvious no one would try at all. Hollow took that as a warning, and rather than stepping into the village, he took residency in the lonely bog that had deadly, thick waters. No, it wasn’t water anymore…it was just acidic gunk. That was fine. He’d work around it… Throughout Hollow’s years in the bog, it’s learned its attacks, its abilities, and its magic. He had learned how to hunt, how to convert the bog water into something drinkable, how to maintain his stability so he wouldn’t ruin his new home…the corruption and the voices had subsided, most likely because he was finally away from the strong negative aura the castle held. Though, they often came back whenever there were…visitors. Something inside of him snapped whenever Hollow spotted a naive little traveller or a daring adventurer step foot into the bog, no, his bog. There was only one who escaped his grasps…and that was when he was dubbed “The Swamp Beast”. He didn’t find offense to it. At least he had a name besides “kid”…and plus, it sounded cool He was shocked to find that his murders and high LV were what kept him sane. It had experimented, and learned that the voices only got louder if it dared to put a pause on its killing streak. He never left the bog…but more than rarely, there would be a bounty hunter of some sort to try and find the infamous Swamp Beast. It had been over a century since Hollow lived in the bog, and not once had it ever would have guessed that there would be another person living there. As always, a person had stepped into the bog, and as always, Hollow stalked them to give them a warning to retreat. But after his usual attack…he was pierced by a glowing blue arrow. Who would have guessed that the unannounced son of the Guardian of Positivity would be sharing the same forest as he. Naturally, they didn’t get along very well. They still don’t, but…they were the only company for one another. They had to endure if they both wanted to continue living in the forest…let alone continue living. Hollow found Helian annoying. A stuck up brat who thought they owned the entire forest…but at least he was finally given a proper name . . . Facts and Abilities ;

Helian is a Farm x Dream child owned by my friend Sludge :D

Hollow lost his arm during a fight with dire wolves

Every step it takes, the grass below it burns away, and is then replaced by weeds and fungi

Hollow will eat anything that lives and moves

He’s a bit feral, and had blood stains and dirt and muck all over him

His horns are willow tree branches

Helian named him Hollow because of the hole in his torso - Speaking of, one of the ways it hunts is by the many tentacles within the hole…inside is another mouth with razor sharp, wooden teeth

It generates fire out from the tip of its tail when in need of light

Moss grows everywhere on him wherever there’s wood

His magic is the same consistency of the bog water. Hollow had accidentally drank the unfiltered bog water after getting rammed in by a buck, and it contaminated his magic. That’s what’s constantly running out of his skull

He’s also called “The Bog Beast” or “The Swamp Stalker”

#undertale #undertale au #utmv #utmv ship #sanscest #ship child #undertale ship child #dreamtale #nightmare sans #horrortale #horrortale sans #horror sans #horrormare #nightmare x horror #cavsdoodles

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lovemikewheeler · 2 months ago

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Stranger Things Pokemon Teams Part 1: Will Byers (LONG POST!)

Hello and welcome to the very first part of my Stranger Things Pokemon AU! I wanna preface this by saying I am a huge Pokemon nerd, so that is mostly why I made this and I just had this idea in my head 3 days ago, and I wanted to make it into a reality. I want to do the core four first in this series, so first will be Will! I put a lot of thought into each Pokemon on their team, including their move set. Each Pokemon is based on their personality, motives, etc. I’ll stop yapping now, I’ll get to the team now :)

BACKGROUND:

How I view Will as a Pokemon trainer is that he isn’t too keen on Pokemon battles, I can see him preferring Pokemon contests. Maybe at some point when he was younger, he tried to become the Champion, however down the line of collecting gym badges he realized he didn’t enjoy it. Now, he mainly has his Pokemon for occasional battles and uses his Milotic for contests. I choose all Pokemon that would use special attacks, given he is a clerk in DnD.

THE BREAKDOWN:

First Pokemon:

Musharna was first introduced in the Unova region in Pokemon Black and White on the DS. A core part on this Pokemon is their “Dream Mist”, so powerful that it’s capable of making people have nightmares for a lifetime. I made this correlation of Nightmares to Will’s visions of the Mindflayer. If you look at the move set, hypnosis and dream eater are seen within the four moves. Hypnosis putting the opponent to sleep, and dream eater taking damage from your opponent while healing yourself. The move dream eater is similar to how the Mindflayer would host onto Will, sucking the life out of him.

Musharna is a psychic type

Move set: a closer look

Hypnosis: hypnosis is a status move that puts the opponent to sleep

Dream Eater: Dream eater can only be used if the opponent is sleeping, taking 50% of the HP they drained. These two moves paired together is a well thought out strategy

Future Sight: This moves will hit the opponent in two turns, like a future attack. Depending on the placement of this move, like writhing the first 3 turns, it can be extremely useful. Waiting for the right moment to hit, while healing his Pokemon, that’s the battle-style I would imagine he’d have

Moonblast: a fairy-type move is a perfect counter to dark-type Pokemon, which is what Musharna is weak against, just in case if a scenario where he is placed against a dark-type Pokemon

Second Pokemon:

Alohan Ninetales is an exclusive Pokemon for Pokemon Sun and Ultra Sun on the 3DS (Kinda unrelated but I thought the Alohan Ninetales tail looked like the Mindflayer’s tentacle things) following the theme of “he likes it cold”. Has the move blizzard to represent how cold the upside down was when he was stuck there. Plus, I think this version of Ninetales looks really pretty and Will would definitely like it :)

Alohan Ninetales is a fairy/ice type

Move set: a closer look

Dazzling Gleam: a fairy-type move that can deal a huge amount of damage (power: 80). Plus, this move will hit every opposing Pokemon in double battles. An overwhelmingly powerful fairy-type move

Blizzard: blizzard paired with hail is a a dragon types worst nightmare. Typically, blizzard has a power of 110, but that is balanced by only having a 70% chance of hitting. However, pair this with hail, and blizzard never misses.

Hail: hail only lasts for 5 turns, however within those 5 turns, any Pokemon who isn’t an ice type has their HP chipped away slowly. This, and ice-type moves are made significantly stronger in battle

Draining Kiss: I purposely gave most of his Pokemon the ability to heal themselves in battle, because I feel like he would use that strategy. When using draining kiss, 75% of HP is recovered

Third Pokemon:

Introduced in Generation V, Pokemon Black and White. Chandelure reminded me a lot of Will-The-Wise. That’s mostly because of its fire abilities, and with the move Will-O-Wisp being able to burn opponents, similar to Will’s “fireball” in DnD. A fire type was very appropriate on his team, wherever that may be… =]

Chandelure is a ghost/fire type

Move set: a closer look

Confuse Ray: the opponent becomes confused, but has a 33% chance of hitting itself. This move will most likely be the first turn

Shadow Ball: a powerful ghost-type move that has a 20% chance of lowering the opponents special defense stat, which is ideal for his playing style, because of how high Chandelure’s special attack is

Overheat: a powerful fire-type move, however it is powerful at a price. After dealing damage, it decreases its special attack greatly. Has a 10% chance of missing, but has a base power of 130, which means if it hits, and it’s weak to fire, the opposing Pokemon is done for

Will-O-Wisp: guarantees the opposing Pokemon is burned, their attack decreases by 50% and their health is chipped away slowly

Fourth Pokemon:

If I didn’t put the painting Pokemon on his team, that would have been a missed opportunity. This couldn’t be any more on the nose. I mean cmon, in the Pokédex he’s literally the painting Pokemon. A perfect companion for when Will is painting :)

Smeargle is a normal type

Move set: a closer look

If you’re unfamiliar with Smeargle, he has only one move, called Sketch. This move essentially allows him to copy any move in the game, allowing the trainer to create its own move set in a sense. However, I think this is the move set Will would create:

Spore: puts the target to sleep

Recover: restores the Pokémon’s HP, up to 50%, would most likely use while the target is asleep

Protect: prevents the Pokemon from being attacked for 1 move

Hyper Voice: deals a base power of 90 with an accuracy of 100. Useful if you’re unsure of what Pokemon your opponent will send out next, since a normal-type move is the most neutral option

Fifth Pokemon:

Vileplume can be strong Pokemon, if you lay your cards correctly. It has a great special attack stat, and a well established special defense stat. I don’t necessarily have a correlation to Will with this Pokemon, but I’d imagine he had found an oddish within the first portion of his journey and kept it on his team.

Vileplume is a grass/poison type

Move set: a closer look

Petal Blizzard: a strong grass-type move with 90 base power

Giga Drain: this move deals damage to the opposing team’s Pokemon, 50% of their HP lost goes to Vileplume, which heals it. Continuing with the theme of most of his Pokemon are able to heal themselves in battle

Stun Spore: paralyzes the target, making them unable to move and slower with their attack. This is where Giga Drain can be best utilized. The target has a 25% chance it cannot move

Sludge Bomb: a poison-type move with 90 base power, and has a 30% chance of poisoning the targets.

Sixth Pokemon:

Milotic is his ace, and it is the last Pokemon he sends into battle, that is because he has constructed a perfect move set for it. Milotic is said to have “rainbow scales” (Will’s rainbow ship) and have the ability to “smooth hearts” (you’re the heart) this Pokemon in country Pokédex entries, is always described to be so beautiful that it is the most painted Pokemon. This is fitting, considering Will is an artist.

Milotic is a water type

Move set: a closer look:

Hydro Pump: extremely strong, with a base power of 110. Can be well utilized with Milotic’s strong special attack stat

Aqua Ring: restores a spall portion of the Pokémon’s health each turn, this along with its high HP stat and special defense stat, can be irritating to battle against

Surf: not only used to go across water in Pokemon, but this move is guaranteed to hit every time, since its accuracy is 100. A good move to finish off an opponent

Recover: restores the Pokémon’s HP. However, what makes this difficult to go against is this paired with Aqua Ring and its high HP stat. That means if the target does hit Milotic, it not only can take damage due to its tank-like stats, but it heals whatever damage you do end up doing.

BONUS: what the Poke balls would look like

Dream ball: effective when the Pokemon is fast asleep

Poke ball: standard ball, used in the beginning of your journey

Ultra ball: strong pokeball, high success rate of catching

Dive ball: effective in catching water-type Pokemon

Heal ball: when Pokemon are caught with this poke ball, it heals them when caught

I also think he would have a companion Togepi he wouldn’t battle with it or anything he would just take care of one. Plus they’re also very cute 😋

Thank u for reading! I put a lot of thought into each Pokemon and their move set, so I hope you all like it! I’ve already made Mike Wheelers Pokemon team :) so I hope this post does well!! Bye bye for now :D

#will byers #stranger things #pokemon #stranger things au #pokemon au #byler #will byers my beloved #will byers needs a hug #i love will byers

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what-have-i-unleashed · 9 days ago

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house visit

⚠️ this fic doesn't make any sense btw just a warning ⚠️ i've been sucked into the expanded dustard^2 lore because no one has stopped me yet 😔

kinda what-if crossover between my multiversal war au and @peach-flavored-cyanide's loveverse. don't want to spoil the future arc of war au just yet so i'm keeping it vague for now. just know things won't be well for chara...

It has taken a while to set up the Monopoly game, but that is fine. Chara enjoys the mundanity of it. Sitting on the floor of Mur’s room, which is surprisingly clean. Half-listening to the bickering between Ki and H as Mur helps them with reading the instruction manual. It is a bit awkward sitting beside the quiet skeleton, who has such a watchful presence that Chara couldn’t help blushing when H inevitably calls them Mur’s kid. The narrow-eyed glare Mur has for H later on doesn’t help either.

But it’s all fine, really.

The game goes on well enough. Chara manages to buy a solid number of properties, much to Ki’s faux frustration. H is slowly but surely building up his own street. And Mur does his own thing without paying much attention to the banter around him.

K groans dramatically as he lands on one of Chara’s properties for the third time. “Aw, you rigged this, didn’t you?” He points vaguely at Chara’s direction. “I can hear you being smug.”

“I don’t have to be smug,” Chara said, grinning. “You’re just bad at this. Who was the one saying that they have killer skills at this, I wonder?”

H chuckles next to Ki as he looks down at the text screen next to him. Ki huffs, stretching lazily. “Yeah, well, you’re lucky I can’t see the board. Otherwise, I’d be crushing you all.”

Mur reaches over Ki and flicks his forehead. Ki pouts. “Traitor,” he mumbles. Chara watches the exchange with amusement.

And then he appears.

Ia’s presence always brings a small but noticeable shift in the air. Chara notices how Mur’s shoulders tense up when Ia enters the room with a tray of cookies – chocolate flavor, Chara’s favorite.

“Playing nice, I hope?” Ia asks, her voice velvet-smooth with an undercurrent of amusement.

Chara nods, straightening up slightly as Ia places the tray down in the center of the board. “Thank you,” the child said, carefully polite. It is a thing they’ve learned around the owner of the house.

Ia hums, tilting his head as he looks down at Chara. “Of course, dear. We must take care of our guests.” Then, with a half-moon smile, she continues. “Stay for dinner, won’t you? I’ve made some wicked coleslaw. It’d be amiss if you don’t try it.” She asks, though the lilt in her tone suggests it isn’t exactly a question.

Chara hesitates, but only for a moment. “Of course, sir.”

Ia smiles at that, pleased. “Lovely. You’ll have to excuse me while I prepare things.”

Chara shifts slightly, half standing up from their position on the floor. “I can help-”

One of Ia’s tentacles – cool, slimy – gently pushes Chara back down by their shoulder as its owner tuts. “No, no. Children should stay and play, not work.”

The way she said it makes something coil uneasily in Chara’s gut. Her smile never quite reaches her eyes.

Instead, Ia turned their gaze toward Mur. “Come along now, dear.”

Murder stood immediately, his silence deeper than usual. Chara watches as he follows Ia out of the room. The moment the door shuts behind them, H exhales loudly, dragging a hand down his face. “Welp. That’s that.”

Dinner arrives not long afterwards. They all sit at the table – Ia at the head of the table, and Chara at the end of it. Ki, H, and Mur are all seated near Ia. The head of the house oversees all of them with a soft smile. Chara glances at Mur. His expression is impassive, and something in his posture is stiffer than usual as he stares at the food in front of him.

The first few minutes of the meal passes in relative silence, save for the sound of utensils clinking against plates. Then Ia speaks first, asking Ki about his work, inquiring H about his latest personal project, offering Mur an affectionate touch to his hand as they serve his portion. All the while, their tone remains light and casual, effortlessly carrying the uneasy energy in the dining room.

Then, her gaze shifts to Chara, a beatific smile on her face. “And you, Chara? How are you enjoying your time here?”

Chara pauses in their chewing, hesitantly replying. “It’s… nice, ma’am.”

Ia tilts his head. “How great! Mur speaks highly of you, you know.” She glances towards him, her fingers still resting on his wrist. “I’d say he’s quite attached already.”

Chara nods politely, their eyes flicking to Mur’s unreadable face. “I guess so...”

“You’re lucky, in a way.” Ia coos, their voice smooth. “Not many can say they have such garnered loyalty from him. You must be very special to my darling.”

Chara shifts in their seat, discomfort and embarrassment warring with each other in their stomach. “I wouldn’t say that, ma’am…”

Ia chuckles, putting down her fork on her plate. “Oh, you’re so modest, dear. How precious.” He lets a silence brewing between them before continuing, voice softening. “And since you mean so much to him, you must understand.” They lean forward, fingers laced together as they rest their chin on their hands. “Since I’m his partner, there’s no need for such formality between us, is there?”

Their air seems to still. All eyes turn to Chara, whose grip on their knife tightens slightly.

“You should call me ‘Mother’, dearie.”

The sentence is delivered in such an offhand tone that it sounds just like a playful suggestion. But the weight behind it hangs in the air, thick and expectant.

Next to Ia, Ki’s smile twitches almost imperceptibly, something uneasy tugging at the corner of his mouth. H stops his cutting food on his plate as his eye bores into Chara. And Mur – his posture has turned rigid, his grip on his fork has turned shakingly tight, but he doesn’t dare look at Chara, his head turned away to the side.

Chara swallows, something heavy in their guts. They set their knife and fork down before looking up at Ia. The light from the golden chandelier above catches the matriarch in an almost ethereal glow, her smile patient and angelic.

Chara has a distinct feeling that there can only be one answer here. And they have no other option but to give it.

They don’t want to know what would happen if they refused.

#probably not maintagging this for now #multiversal war au #loveverse #< dubious canon for both tho! this is not set in stone #... yet :]#undertale au #utmv

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tsukimefuku · 1 year ago

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Toxic endeavors

You and Higuruma are on your third mission, and you save him from getting injured, putting yourself in harm's way as you do so.

tags: Jujutsu Kaisen, f!reader, angst, canon-typical violence.

wc: 2.4K

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". A sequence of short stories and random drabbles related to Nanami x Reader x Higuruma. To see the ever-growing list of one-shots and short stories, please visit my masterlist :)

Disclaimer: these stories are NOT written and posted in chronological order of events. To see where this story fits in the timeline, please check the masterlist mentioned above.

"How truly relevant is the job of a sorcerer?" Higuruma asked as you both walked down the corridor of a closed school.

"What do you mean?" You inquired, looking around for any sign of the curse you were both sent out to exorcize. Gladly, this curse had been detected by one of the windows before anyone went missing, which was a rare occurrence. You thought this had already started off pretty good, and all could be smooth sailing from there.

It wouldn't be.

"What I mean to say is that curses spawn cyclically, from what you and other sorcerers have told me, right?"

"Hm, yes?" You replied, unsure where he intended to lead this conversation. His rants usually arrived to cynical, pessimistic or nihilistic conclusions, though, as you had noticed from previous interactions.

"So, considering curses will always keep spawning, why do we bother sending people to die facing them?" Higuruma finally posed the question. "This is an incredibly risky line of work, after all."

"Because curses don't just disappear, they have to be exorcized. Otherwise, more people might die due to cursed activity."

"From what I could gather, there aren't that many jujutsu sorcerers, and the quantity of people disappearing due to cursed activity has stayed the same, even with Jujutsu sorcerers numbers increasing. I think it's fair to say we don't make a dent" Higuruma replied nonchalantly.

You sighed. "You might have a point. Even so, our job is to exorcize curses, and I don't see a downfall to that activity in and of itself. I mean..." you shrugged, "exorcizing curses is just that, exorcizing curses. Not saving lives or anything of the sort. Getting rid of the literal corporeal manifestation of bad feelings is surely something good to be doing."

He sighed heavily.

"Hey, I like it just as much as you do" you said.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. I'm here working for Jujutsu High somewhat against my own volition too. Not the same as you," you remarked, briefly looking at Higuruma, "but trust me, I would rather be doing something else with my time. Maybe even exorcizing curses, but not for them."

That poked just a little at his curiosity, but he didn't pay enough mind to it in order to ask you for further information. Higuruma still felt awkward to be working alongside someone he had nearly killed, and on top of that, from what he learned, had saved his life shortly after.

"What about this Jujutsu High, or Jujutsu Tech? Why are they in charge of making decisions regarding jujutsu and curses?" Higuruma asked.

"Beats me, I have no idea. What I know is that their headmaster, so to speak, has been building this alongside some very powerful clans for some centuries. That's about it."

He kept silent, and the awkward silence entangled the both of you.

"Let's just get the job done and get out of here" you concluded.

Shortly after, you both heard some noise coming from the floor above, and you looked at Higuruma as he increased the length of his gavel, turning it into a mid-range weapon. You conjured some grenades and kept them between your fingers, walking towards the stairs. The two of you stepped up quietly, and peered up.

Sliding on the ground, there was a purple creature with many tentacles and yellow eyes all over its body. As it moved, its tentacles were leaving some greenish substance all over the floor and walls.

It definitely rang some alarm bells in your head.

However, before you could talk to him, Higuruma had already jumped over to the top of the stairs and was lunging towards the curse, doing something he had been so accustomed to do by this point.

I could kill him myself with my bare hands right now.

Being a prodigy regarding his sorcerer abilities, Higuruma had exorcized successfully multiple high grade curses around Morioka before you found him. So his usual instinct by now was to charge against any found curse without assessing much about the situation. You had already warned him the previous two missions you both went together, having to run around trying to accompany him while Higuruma swung his gavel, tearing multiple holes and wounds on each and every curse along the way. He'd forget, many times, that the thing ricocheted, and almost hit you twice on your last mission.

"For fuck's sake, Higuruma! Wait up!" You yelled, jumping over and running towards him.

"'Let's just get the job done', right?!" He yelled back, swirling his weapon — now his size — to crush the curse on the ground. Yet, before he did so, the curse squirmed around with its tentacles, pinning itself to the ceiling, leaving a green trail of slobber on the walls as it did.

"Be careful!"

You suspected what the green goo oozing out the curse's tentacles might be, and you'd be proven right in just a few moments.

"Why?!" He shouted back, getting ready to propel himself upwards with his weapon. You were nearing him when the cursed spirit flung one of its tentacles in his direction, and you could see that it was covered in stings, spitting the green substance on its bottom side.

"Get away!" You yelled, as you pushed him out of the tentacle's trajectory. However, it wrapped around your arm before you could pull it back, and the spears pierced your skin, pumping your blood with cursed poison. Another tentacle came down rapidly and whipped your face, leaving a few cuts behind.

You let out a pained grunt before conjuring one of your grenades with your other hand and grabbing the thing that was around your arm, exploding it.

Underneath, your arm was bloody and starting to turn purple.

He looked at your arm and then at you. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm fucking not!" You gnarled, feeling the poison pumping through your veins like corrosive acid. You figured you'd only have some seconds before losing control over your muscles, given they were already twitching, so you mustered the strength to summon multiple grenades, throwing some of them upwards with one hand. As the curse tried to do the same move, sliding down towards the stairs you both came from to avoid impact, you threw the remainder of them in its direction, hitting the curse full force with the blasts. It was exorcized in an instant, leaving nothing but some bits and pieces around that slowly dissipated away.

This was the first time Higuruma actually witnessed you using your innate cursed technique with this much power, worthy of a Grade 1 sorcerer from what he had learned, and figured you wanted to end this quickly.

In your previous missions, you had let him beat the curses into oblivion, taking the time he needed to — which was fast, but not this fast. He thought you did so just to let him earn his 'pay', but now Higuruma figured that he had made it impossible for you to fight properly alongside him.

When he put himself in between you and the curses, just advancing without coordinating moves with you, you'd be unable to use an explosion technique like this without seriously injuring him.

Huffing, you tried walking, but your legs began failing you. Your body was about to fall when Higuruma hurried himself to hold you before you did.

"Take me b-back to Jujutsu High right n-now" you said, voice breaking at the burning sensation all throughout your body, as you tried your best to use your RCT to protect your organs, muscles, and bones from corroding or malfunctioning due to the poison.

Using RCT to deal with poison was very tricky, so the best strategy was protection of your own body while it worn out instead of trying to separate the poison from your blood and tissues, which required a super fine control of cursed energy that you absolutely could not do in this state.

He nodded, picking you up in his arms, feeling a pit of guilt forming in his gut. If he had waited before charging in, then maybe this could all have been avoided.

I'm an idiot.

***

"And here you are again, it seems" Shoko said, as she prepped a drip with analgesics while you healed yourself.

You nodded, chuckling softly, feeling every nerve in your body burn painfully in response. You were covered in cold sweat, had your jaw clenched and looked like 2 steps away from perishing. Even with your RCT, the poison had burned some damage through your body, and you knew you'd be facing a gnarly recovery period.

"Yeah, but this time it wasn't completely intentional" was all you mustered up the strength to say.

"I guess that's what people call 'an accident', then" Shoko answered, before she sighed. After she finally inserted the needle in your arm, securing it, Shoko stepped back, and said, "if your RCT starts to run out, let me know, I'll take over so you can rest."

You hummed in accordance, and she removed her gloves, throwing them in the trash before coming out of your room and closing the door. Outside, Higuruma sat, leaning his body lazily against the wall behind him.

"It's my fault, she pushed me out of harm's way because I was being careless," he mindlessly said to Shoko, "just like every damn thing that brought me here. It's all my fault."

Shoko scoffed, putting one hand on her pocket to search for her cigarettes.

"Feeling guilty is not healing her faster" Shoko said, looking straight at him.

Higuruma was slightly surprised at her comment.

Shoko proceeded, "carrying guilt like that because of some sense of penitence only leads to things like these. People get hurt while you're taking your time reveling in your guilt, acting recklessly. Do better."

Pursing his lips, he looked at the floor, embarrassed for the consequence of his actions. This guilt of ending up harming someone and endangering their life had him finally grasping upon the feelings he had buried deep shortly after killing the judge and the prosecutor.

It felt awful.

It seemed his humanity was slowly being rescued from the depths of his apathetic state, after all.

Both Shoko and Higuruma noticed some steps as someone approached them.

"Where is she? What happened?"

Higuruma heard a male voice and looked upwards, seeing a tall blond man with a blue formal shirt, equally formal beige pants and green goggles. One of his hands was wrapped up with what seemed like a yellow cloth with a black splatter pattern — was it a tie? — and he had a brown leather harness on his upper body, seemingly used to carry something in his back.

"She's stable, and as fine as she could be fighting cursed poison" Shoko replied, finally managing to fish out her pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

"It's my fault. She took the damage to save me" Higuruma said, looking at the man. "I'm Higuruma."

Nanami glared at him, knowing full well who it was. This was the curse user that had endangered your life when you went to take him into custody. Nanami had absolutely no idea why you thought you should save this man from execution, but held himself begrudgingly from making any especially harsh remarks as you tried to help the man.

"Nanami" he answered unceremoniously, still glaring at the other sorcerer. "If you plan to keep working for Jujutsu High in order to ease your punishment, then be considerate of your colleagues. We don't do well with recklessness in the field, as it can get other people killed."

The ratio sorcerer stabbed each word at Higuruma with a frosty bite of anger as he spoke.

Higuruma lowered his head and sighed. "You're right. I apologize."

Nanami scoffed silently. "You should apologize to her, and probably be grateful as well. It seems she might have saved you from many things, and not just from getting hit with cursed poison" he concluded, while getting into the room and closing the door behind him.

"Congratulations, you just earned your first Nanami lecture" Shoko chimed in, while calmly walking away. She stopped, however, and turned one last time to face Higuruma.

"Hm?"

"You should really thank her. She's really doing more than anyone here would do to help you."

"Why, though? Why did she help me?" He inquired, not really keen on asking you the same thing. Coming back into contact with his feelings rather than keep embracing apathy, like he had been ever since killing those people, was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

Shoko shrugged. "No idea. I think it's because she's the martyr and good-hearted type" she said, while sighing. "Just... Don't be an ass" Shoko stated, right before finally stepping away.

***

"May I come in?" Higuruma asked, uncertain, as he stood by your door after Nanami left.

You rolled your eyes, ready to ask him to leave, but pondered for a moment. Looking back at the sorcerer, you noticed his usual lackadaisical expression had been chipped away, replaced by a somewhat worried frown.

"Fine, come in" you answered, still accompanying him with your eyes.

He walked in and sat on a chair by your bedside, with bated breath, as you glanced at him curious about what he wanted to speak.

You were almost at your wit's end with the man. He had been nothing but an irresponsible, inconsiderate jackass ever since you got his death sentence suspended with Gojo's help. You understood and sympathized with his contempt for corrupt powers in place, being yourself someone carrying such types of feelings most of the time.

However, it got you beyond angry the way he simply disregarded anyone's well-being and efforts when proceeding with the terms of his 'parole'. You were to work together, you were supposed to shepherd him, and even so, all he had done up until this point was endangering the both of you at the battlefield.

"I apologize" Higuruma said, earnestly, looking down.

"Hm. For what?" You inquired, wanting a proper apology.

"For my irresponsibility. And for attacking you the first time we crossed paths. Also for acting in a way in our previous missions that made your job of shepherding me harder than it should be" he said, sighing after. "I’m sorry."

Your anger had diminished, and you took a few moments before addressing him.

"I accept your apology, but you’ll definitely have to do better than you have been doing. Do you understand? I can’t have by my side a reckless, suicidal maniac. It’s a liability not only for you, but for me too."

Higuruma nodded, lifting his gaze to look at you.

"I understand."

"Do we have a deal?" You said, sliding your good hand under the gurney's side support grip for a makeshift handshake.

He took your hand in his, and avoided moving it too much, while he felt his tense body slightly relax as he did.

We have a deal.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #higuruma hiromi #jjk higuruma #jjk imagines #jjk hiromi #hiromi jjk #hiromi higuruma #higuruma #jujutsu kaisen higuruma #higuruma x reader #hiromi x reader #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma x y/n #higuruma x you

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protagaster · 4 months ago

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BLUE AND I APOLOGIZE SO MUCH FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR THIS FIC TO BE RELEASED!!!

College finals, why must you continue to wound the tired and admittedly nuerodivergent souls of creatives...

On the bright side, we're already working on the next fic for the coming Saga so hopefully the wait won't be as long! I'm not gonna reveal the name of it right now, for I would hate for you all to be spoiled of the surprise ;)

I know I must sound like a broken record, but I truly feel I can never say it enough! I never would have been able to get this done without my favorite co-author and one of the greatest friends a girl could ask for in the entire world, the lovely @somereaderinblue! Seriously, you guys have no idea how much of an angel Blue is behind the scenes (though I'd forgive you for feeling otherwise based on her love for angst -_-)

Credit to Gigi and Aniflamma, two very talented artists who have made their own animatics of Ruthlessness! Without their animatics as a guide, I never would have gotten this done T_T. Also, check out Gigi's art of Amphitrite (Blue and I heavily based the au's version of the Sea Goddess on Gigi's drawing).

And, for the first of what I'm sure will be many times, a huge shoutout to mine and Willow's resident fanartist and the third member of our own little Golden Trio, the legendary @zippyskyfalls! Zippy has created SO MANY works of art dedicated to mine and Willow's version of the au, and it just wouldn't feel right gatekeeping her to ourselves! Love ya, Zippy <3

(Cross-Posted on AO3)

Ruthlessness

Sing, o' tides, of Amphitrite's wrath upon mortals, for ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves.

The waters sustaining the Ithacan fleet changed dramatically.

With tremendous willpower, the 44 women aboard the primary vessel, along with the 484 sailors who occupied the other 11 ships, tore their eyes away from the eerie unmoving orbs glowing through the ocean mist. Each and every one looked over their ship’s railings, trying to see what on earth was going on.

Penelope, Ctimene, and the other 42 bodies crowding around the wooden barrier between ship and sea watched with mounting dread as the sea’s surface raged into liquid chaos.

Instantaneously, unnaturally so, a combination of swirling streams, bumpy waves, and tempestuous tides forced the fleet into an uncontrollable swaying that left every sailor struggling to focus on maintaining her balance lest she topples over.

Even Penelope, the daughter of a Naiad, was having trouble grounding herself in the midst of the sea from whence her blood originated. She tried to focus, tried to force herself to look around to see what it was that affected the waters like a ladle stirring a bubbling pot of stew. However, the second Penelope made her attempt, the waves below impossibly raged even harder.

Something, or someone, was actively working to keep her from gaining any control over the situation.

But what, Penelope wondered, and why?

It didn’t even take a second to find the answer.

A fog of cold ocean mist blanketed the 12 ships; so thick it cut them off from the outside world. The surging tidal waves below forcibly shoved 11 of the 12 ships to crowd together in close enough proximity for oars to scrape hulls. The only exception was the leading ship, ahead and standing out from the rest of the fleet like a black sheep within a farmhand's herd.

Penelope was the first to notice this, Ctimene closely after, with the rest of the crew realizing once they saw themselves pointedly separated from the others.

Suddenly, goosebumps tingled in the back of Penelope’s neck. The sensation was a strange one, akin to the feeling of a wet hand giving her a harsh caress; a demand for attention probing her hindbrain.

Penelope unconsciously obliged when she turned herself around.

Her stomach dropped when she realized the glowing orbs from before had disappeared.

Before she could even ponder over where they could have gone, a giant squid’s tentacle burst out of the ocean like a spear.

Amphitrite!

The one tentacle, longer and wider than Penelope’s entire ship, hovered over the vessel and cast a dark shadow over the women aboard it.

Another tentacle followed shortly after. Then another. Then another.

Amphitrite!

4 tentacles became 5, then 6, 7, 8, each one as long as it was big.

Amphitrite!

All 8 tentacles slammed down on the ocean’s surface.

The women flinched at the deafening crash every appendage roared in response. Through sheer volume alone, it was almost enough to make the sailors’ ears bleed.

Amphitrite!

The impact of the tentacles forced the surrounding waves to erupt in streams toward the sky, creating a curtained veil of water. For the elements to rage with such controlled intensity, it could only be at the hands of a deity.

A very, very angry deity.

The tentacles, resting motionlessly on the sea’s surface after their initial slam, all but retracted toward the other side of the tidal veil. Those appendages, so swift and graceful, barely made a break in the water screen.

Behind this veil, the top of someone’s head broke the sea’s surface.

Amphitrite!

The person behind the liquid curtain emerged fully from the waves, their height far surpassing the largest structures made by man and rivaling Gaia’s towering mountains. Using two of their tentacles, they parted the veil of aqua…

And revealed herself to be a gorgeous woman, a being who was one with the seas themselves.

Her refined physique, tall and proper, regal and poised, did not betray even a hint of imperfection. However, as she manifested a trident adorned with seashells on the handle, the entire weapon gleaming like quicksilver, she clenched the shaft in a manner that betrayed the intense fury and deep embitterment underlying her composure.

A strange looking diadem rested atop the mysterious being’s head; it was sleek and vaguely triangular, akin to the pointed crown of a squid. Their hair, waist-length and straight without a single strand of hair out of place, was layered with both natural tresses and eight squid-like tentacles.

Her skin was tinted the same crystalline blue and seafoam green one would often view looking over the bay, with nary a single scar or blemish to taint its excellence. Her eyes were pure blue orbs without pupils or sclera. This haunting gaze looked down on the women aboard the main ship with a cold, sharp glare.

This gaze landed on one woman in particular…

Penelope.

Amphitrite!

Commanding the nearby tides to enclose her enormous being, the woman enveloped herself in swirling waves until her figure was completely covered.

Then, quicker than a school of fish, those swirling waves became but a slender stream and traversed through the oceanic top, crawled up the front bow of the main ship, then squeezed in between the cracks of the wooden floorboard before splashing down at the front of the ship’s deck.

The 44 women, having all ran to the other side of the deck in fear, watched as the water stream dispersed and revealed the same woman from before. Though smaller than before, she still towered over everyone by at least a head.

Amphitrite!

Penelope’s eyes widened. Her breath hitched painfully, for the salty air seemed to force her lungs to shrivel like salted fish. The cold sweat coating her skin seemed to make it shrink against her bones, turning her own body into a prison.

This woman, Penelope realized, is a Goddess.

And not just any Goddess at that. The Queen of the Seas herself, mother to all the creatures who inhabit them, second only to Poseidon the Earthshaker with unlimited power over the vast ocean and all waters. The one, the only…

“Amphitrite…”

The Goddess of the Seas looked down at the infesting vermin that dared taint her waters. She clenched the shaft of her trident, the ends of her hair flicking across the ocean’s surface with barely restrained ire..

It was funny, really. For as long as she was Queen of the Tides, the Goddess never cared to meddle in mortal affairs as her husband and his peers so regularly did. Why would she, when mortals are so plentiful and insignificant to a being as grandiose as she?

And yet, here in this moment, Amphitrite couldn’t help but finally understand why her husband would devote so much time into putting the mortals in their place.

Especially when they oozed such… nauseating self-important confidence as this “Penelope” did.

“In all my years of living It isn't very often that I get pissed off. I try to flow like the waves, but damn, you crossed the line…”

Before Ctimene or the others could even think of what they could do to try and defend their queen, one of Amphitrite’s tentacle-locks surged forward, swifter than any arrow, and wrapped painfully tight around Penelope’s left arm.

The sheer power of its grip easily overpowered Penelope’s mere mortal strength. It picked her up as if she weighed nothing, then forcefully pulled her forward until she hovered face-to-face before the Ocean Goddess herself. Penelope gagged as the smell of brine and rotten wood assaulted her senses.

“I've been so gracious, and yet, you hurt this son of mine!”

Penelope performed a double-take at Amphitrite’s declaration.

Son, the smaller woman silently mouthed. What son?

Penelope knew for a fact that she and her crew had not once brought harm to a creature of the sea, neither back in Troy’s warfront or on their ships whilst journeying home.

Amphitrite immediately noticed the confusion evident in the mortal queen’s mind. Though she was filled with an unquenchable fury that was desperate to sate its thirst, Amphirtrite still had the sense to understand why Penelope would be so baffled with her claim.

And so, in what would be the first and final display of consideration that the Sea Goddess would spare the mortal, Amphitrite carelessly dropped Penelope onto the wooden floor. The Goddess uncoiled her tentacle from the mortal’s arm, though it left behind a discriminating shackle of bruises that branded her as Amphitrite’s prey.

“That's right, the cyclops you made blind…”

Amphitrite’s beloved Polyphemus…

Polyphemus, one of Poseidon’s many cyclops sons, one of the few Amphitrite grew fond of, for shared loneliness and sorrow was a powerful form of love in itself. A love not borne from blood ties, but from shared grief of knowing the pain of being shunned by their own kin, all because of a proclamation made by that damn Poseidon; whether they had been unwillingly chosen to be his bride, or ridiculed for not being a good enough son.

Polyphemus, who was so badly crippled and yet forced to continue a life of constant pain and perpetual humiliation; he who Poseidon refused to take vengeance for, and thus left the ruthless Amphitrite to avenge his suffering…

“Is mine.”

Penelope, having put pressure on her left arm to alleviate her growing ache, froze in all her bodily sensations, for the horrifying gravity of Amphitrite’s words had turned her insides to ice.

“No…”

Now that this mortal woman knew of her sin, the Sea Goddess faced no guilt in incurring her justified comeuppance.

“I'm left without a choice and without a doubt, guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the sharks now!”

Willing her body to leave its solid confines, Amphitrite flooded the floor of the main ship. Once she’s through with them, not a single nail nor splinter will be left dry. The women aboard this overflowing vessel rushed to back away, afraid of what would happen if they let themselves touch the water that was once a Goddess’ sacred body.

Luckily, it took only a moment before the flooding water parted across the wood, throwing itself overboard the ship.

SPLASH!

Penelope ran as fast as she could to her ship’s railing, the others following closely behind her trail. All eyes scanned over the sea’s surface, trying to find where the Goddess had disappeared to. Penelope suddenly noticed a slender stream in her peripheral, one that flowed faster and shone brighter compared to her fellow waves, swimming in taunting circles around all 12 ships like sharks around blood.

The sudden lull was maddening, doubly so when Gods know what divine retribution brewed in wait underneath them. Then, as quickly as before, the stream shaped itself into the Goddess’ enormous form. The Goddess loomed over them like a sea cliff towering above the ocean floor’s pebbles, and pierced her trident through the ocean’s shimmering blue surface.

“I have to make you bleed, I need to see you drown! But before you go, I need to make you learn how ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!”

A barrage of long rocks, sharpened to a point with protruding spikes, burst from deep below the ocean floor with the force of Charybdis’ teeth, dissipating the cloud of ocean mist that once blanketed their fleet. Oars snapped like twigs, yet miraculously the ships were largely untouched.

The few who released a breath of relief should’ve known better, for even a predator with the sharpest fangs wasn’t against drawing out the hunt.

And a painless death was the last thing Nereus’ daughter had to offer.

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves…

The Goddess jumped aboard Penelope’s main vessel, having sized herself down but still towering over them all.

A weight, one Penelope hadn’t felt in a very long time, invaded each and every one of her senses, both physically and mentally.

It took over Penelope’s very being, making everything that once seemed so easy an impossible feat. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breath, couldn’t think.

Back then, when Ares was still her friend by her side, adrenaline would flood Penelope’s veins like the gods’ ichor, leaving her feeling practically invincible. While nowhere near the level of the great Achilles, she was at least able to rely on a constant stream of calm and confidence that’d been the foundation of a reliable composure whilst fighting Troy’s bloodiest of battles and facing off against only the best of their men. But now…

Right here, going against a Goddess’ fury with no ounce of divinity to aid her, Penelope realized what it was that Ares left her to reap.

Fear.

The kind only a woman in over her head could experience.

“Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves,”

Amphitrite looked down at Penelope, giving the mortal woman a glare that could only be described as chilling.

Penelope unconsciously stepped back, as if her laughably small feet had any hope to carry her away from this damnation. She took no more than a couple steps before her back made contact with one of her crewmates; who, bless her soul, tried to offer some modicum of reassurance by gently stroking her bruised arm. She didn’t need to look to know the touch was Ctimene's.

Quicker than the free flow of her waters when cascading through wild, untamed falls, Amphitrite once again used her tentacle-lock to ensnare Penelope in her grasp.

However, Amphitrite’s aim was to make Penelope feel the same anguish and despair she so carelessly left Polyphemus to live with. Letting the mortal feel anything else, especially something as secure and comforting as safety, was an idea the Goddess would forbid anyone from entertaining.

This time, the squid-like appendage wrapped itself around the captain’s neck and torso, squeezing tight enough to make it difficult for Penelope to breathe. Amphitrite knew, for she’s seen the same expression countless times on beached fish.

“You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great.”

Then, without any warning, Amphitrite violently struck Penelope’s cheek with her trident. How the Goddess’ strength sent her entire body flying out of her hold without detaching her head from her shoulders was a paltry silver lining.

Penelope, of course, was taken aback by the sudden shock of the weapon’s strike. The impact ricocheted throughout her skull like a bell, promptly swelling her eyes shut. A red line of liquid trickle down from underneath her eye down to the side of her chin, warm, wet, and iron.

Penelope couldn’t help but grimace. She’s seen and suffered enough wounds to know that will leave a mark.

The captain immediately forced her eyes to reopen, not at all willing to let herself to stay blind to whatever it was the Goddess had in store for her. Much to her surprise, though, Penelope no longer found herself on her ship with her crew nearby.

Now, the mortal woman stood all alone in a place so deep it was untouchable to Helios, one that had nothing but sandy floors and dark blue space that stretched for miles beyond what her eyes could see. Looking up, Penelope blanched at the telltale shimmering of an ocean’s surface flowing with wind and waves.

Suddenly it became clear. With a combination of swift deduction and her past experiences with Ares, Penelope was able to make out exactly where she was: Amphitrite’s personal realm.

Right on cue, a slender tidal stream that gleamed brighter than the rest flowed across the flying sea.

Now that they were no longer in the presence of the other mortals, now that she no longer had to adhere to the standards of perfection and composure as ordered by the Queen of Olympus, Amphitrite no longer had any reason to hold back her fury.

“A Greek who’ll preach of false righteousness, that's what I hate!”

Penelope's instincts, ones that took years to hone as a warrior of battles and more importantly, survival, screamed one single command:

DODGE.

She immediately leaped forward. Within that next second, Penelope heard the sound and felt the impact of something landing right behind her. Turning around, she saw a silver trident piercing the ground where she stood only a second ago.

Penelope let out a heavy sigh, one mixed with both relief and distress. She had managed to get out of the way just in time; she was still alive, warm and breathing and colored with life. But… but if she hadn’t…

The slender stream from above practically trembled with rage. She maneuvered herself out of the sky, flowing through her realm until hovering before that infuriating cockroach of a mortal. She changed shape, now taking on the form of a pair of glowing blue eyes. If looks could kill, even Penelope’s shade would have been smited thrice over.

Penelope immediately broke out of her stupor. She tore her gaze away, trying to keep those eyes from prying into those innermost thoughts and insecurities she tried desperately to keep hidden.

But it was too late.

A shark didn’t need its eyes to scent blood in its waters.

“Sure you fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done.”

The Goddess changed her form three times.

The first time, she took the shape of a very familiar looking woman. Hair braided and draped around her shoulders like a noose, the pink ribbon so dark it was red as blood.

Circes.

This watery imitation of her friend looked at Penelope with an expression that was extremely unbecoming of her. Her eyes did not sparkle with her signature light-hearted optimism and she did not wear her usual smile, a soft and warm beacon of comfort. No, this Circes’ eyes were dull and lifeless, her lips quivering as she silently cried out for her friend-

“Captain…”

Circes’ figure came undone, spilling to the sandy floor as if she were cheap wine being carelessly poured from a chipped oinochoe.

Penelope gripped a lock of her hair, tied back in a tail using that very same ribbon.

The water lifted from where it haphazardly spilled itself, shifting its form a second time. This time, it shaped itself into the gigantic, daunting figure of a one-eyed monster wielding his signature wooden club.

Polyphemus.

The cyclops looked down at Penelope. However, his gaze was not filled with the anger and contempt she so vehemently recalled seeing last time she looked into his giant eye. No, this version of the cyclops practically trembled in fear and grief as intruders desecrated the safe haven his home once was.

Then, the Cyclop’s eye all but exploded. Blood poured down from the now empty socket, dyeing the sandy ground with liquid sin. HIs maw cracked open in silent howls of agony, the corners uplifted ever so slightly by the fact that he at least managed to avenge his friend’s death.

The water that made up the Cyclop’s figure carefully cascaded down, removing itself from this form in a much more considerable manner than it had with its previous shape.

“I mean, you honestly could have avoided all this had you just killed my son…”

Penelope watched as that damn stream rose in individual droplets, changing form for the third and final time. This time, though, the stream took shape in a manner that Penelope was forced to look into a pair of eyes that reflected her own.

Literally.

Amphitrite had transfigured her liquid body to look like an exact clone of Penelope. From the loose strand of hair that refused to be tamed by the pink ribbon, the unnaturally pointed canines of a naiad’s kin, and even the many scars that the Goddess must have thought to be “unbecoming” of a lady.

The watery caricature of her was holding something, no, someone in her arms, gently in consideration for his tiny fragile figure. He was bundled up nice and tight inside a handmade quilt, woven by loving hands that fought to keep him ignorant to the atrocities that would constantly occur outside his haven.

Any mother could recognise the fondness behind the hand caressing his cheek. However, when she met the real Penelope’s eyes, any facsimile of tenderness in her being turned cold and remorseless as ice.

“But no.”

The bundle was dropped to the floor with a sickening SPLAT and oh, what a horrid sound even the tiniest human body would make when bones shattered and organs crushed.

Caustic sour bile burned Penelope’s throat. She thought she couldn’t handle 9 nights worth of sleep but after seeing this nightmare, she never wants to fall asleep ever again. Not if it meant she could hide away from this monster that looked like her, that was her-

Was-

Was that really what Penelope looked like? W-when she… when she did it?

Amphitrite, though content with how deeply disturbed the mortal was growing, was still not satisfied.

Even though she had managed to quell her thirst with the ambrosia that was Penelope’s emotional turmoil, there was still a savage hunger that continued to growl and claw at the Goddess’ inner self: one that wanted to make the mortal suffer outside as she did within.

“You are far too nice,” Amphitrite summoned her signature trident, peering over all three spear-points to glare directly over where Penelope stood. “Mercy has a price!”

The Goddess wasted not even a second before pouncing on the mortal, lunging after her like a crab pinching its claws in order to capture the fish unlucky enough to be marked its prey.

“It's the final crack, we're bound to break the ice now!”

Again, Penelope just barely managed to jump away. She refused to take her eyes off the trident, aware that those triple spikes wanted nothing more than to pierce soft, weakened flesh, and be stained with that oh-so precious liquid life.

However, right after jumping out of harm's way, Amphitrite summoned a cluster of jagged rocks to burst out of the sand and penetrate the ground from where Penelope stood. The mortal threw her body forward, all instinct and no coordination, barely avoiding being punctured by the earthen spikes.

Unfortunately, as she was momentarily caught off guard, this gave the Goddess the opportunity to wrap an unyielding tentacle around Penelope’s waist and mercilessly hurl her around like a ragdoll.

“You reveal your name, then you let him live!”

The impact of her body hitting the hard, grainy ground knocked the wind right out of her.

WIth painful gasps of breath and flesh made bruised and tender, all Penelope could do was lay on the floor, her eyes snapped closed against her will. She tried to force her eyes to reopen, screamed at her limbs to help her stand back up, but all of it was for not. She just…..couldn’t.

Amphitrite internally scoffed at the human body’s limitations. Then again, as fragile as mortal fleh was, physical pain was always temporary. No, even if beaten to an inch of her life a hundred times over, it still wouldn’t be enough to truly drill into the mortal the lesson the Goddess was trying to teach her.

If Penelope was to learn that ruthlessness is mercy, Amphitrite needed to break her spirit.

And she knew just how to do it.

“Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give 'cause-”

Amphitrite lifted her trident high over her head. She aimed her weapon directly over Penelope’s left breast, the three blades practically gleaming with the anticipation of being coated with liquid life.

Then, without an ounce of hesitation, Amphitrite thrust the trident deep into Penelope’s flesh.

“Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!”

Penelope’s eyes instantly opened with a start.

Her hands instinctively shot to her chest, searching for three holes overflowing with gore. However, as she scanned her whole torso, Penelope was unable to find any rip, wound, or even a trickle of blood.

What? Penelope wondered to herself, where is-

Suddenly, it all clicked. Penelope realized that everything that just happened to her had been an illusion, nauseatingly vivid as it was. Like Ares’ realm, while everything that occurred within a God’s personal space may feel real, none of it truly is.

Sure enough, as she looked around to confirm her conclusion, Penelope saw she was no longer trapped in limbo within the vast blue realm. Now, Penelope was back on her ship; the ground where she sat stiff and wooden, with the light blue sky and deep ocean waves back in their rightful place.

Meanwhile, the rest of the crew stared at their captain, all 43 members standing cautiously on the opposite end of the ship’s deck. What felt like eternity to Penelope, being beaten and ripped senselessly by the will of a Goddess, lasted for less than a minute to the rest of the world.

One of the crew members though, for her part, saw the tell-tale signs of excruciating pain her captain was experiencing and refused to stand by idly.

Ctimene quickly ran over to her sister’s side, collecting Penelope in her arms and helping her up to a standing one. Penelope was grateful for the aid, for she knew any attempt to accomplish this simple feat on her own would only result in humiliating consequences.

But this was no time to relax just yet.

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves…

Both women looked up warily, their gazes landing on the divine figure standing atop the edge of their ship’s wooden railing.

There Amphitrite stood, so still she seemed more spectral than goddess. Even after everything she put Penelope through mere moments ago, throwing her decorum to the side in exchange for unleashing her boiling rage, the Goddess did not at all stray from the illusion of perfection her kind was required to display when in the occupancy of mortals.

“Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves…”

Amphitrite glared coldly at Penelope, the intentions in her eyes not even attempting to be hidden; all this time she was merely playing with her food. But now, she was beginning to no longer hold the desire to continue tormenting her prey.

Perhaps, Amphitrite thought to herself, it is time to begin her closing act.

The Goddess’ presence swiftly dissolved out from its solid confines, returning to her most liberating self. Amphitrite once again shaped her water-self into that familiar slender stream before throwing herself overboard the ship for the second time that day.

As Penelope and the other’s expected, no more than a minute passed before the ocean top bubbled and stretched; something was attempting to break through the sea’s surface.

However, what emerged from the deep thereafter was not the head of the Sea Goddess. It was her tentacles, two of them to be exact.

Now back to the same colossal size when first making themselves known to the fleet, those two appendages wrapped themselves around both ends of the main ship until it was held securely in their grasp. Penelope and her main crew all ran over the center of their ship’s deck in an effort to stay as far away from those powerful extensions as possible.

But then, much to their collective surprise, the sailors watched helplessly as the tentacles picked the entire ship up and out of the water entirely, until those below could see every barnacle amassed underneath. The uplifted ship was unnervingly high enough to be untouchable to the ocean, but not high enough to be unseeable to the rest of the fleet. If anything, this new position only gave the crew a perfect view of the ones below.

Before Penelope could contemplate the purpose behind this action, a giant head broke the ocean’s fragile surface. The rest of her came flying out shortly after, her towering figure standing over where her tentacles held the lifted ship at her eye-level.

“And now it is finally time to say goodbye, today you die-”

Suddenly, Amphitrite's expression morphed into something different.

This entire time, from the moment the Goddess first presented herself, to when she beat her lesson into the mortal woman both physically and emotionally, Penelope never once saw an emotion displayed in their pupil-less eyes that wasn’t stemmed from overflowing fury.

But now…

Amphitrite’s eyes changed. No longer were they the unfamiliar, unreachable to the mortals who dared look into them. Those eyes became almost intimate in their familiarity for they were a whirlpool of emotions that Penelope constantly experienced even before she first boarded this ship and sailed away from all she once knew.

Those were the eyes of someone spent everyday in battle, whether mundane or epic, fighting for the future of one’s greatest and proudest feat in life.

The eyes of a mother.

“Unless, of course, you apologize for my son's pain and all his cries.”

Penelope froze.

She waited for Amphitrite’s hate-filled gaze to return, this time conjoined with a glint of mocking. She waited for the Goddess’ lips to curl up in a cruel smile, laughing at the false hope that dared to flicker across the mortals’ faces. She waited for the Sea Queen to revoke her statement, declaring that they were stupid to have ever believed they would be spared her wrath.

But nothing of the sort occurred.

Not too long ago, Penelope thought herself to be immune to the surprises the Gods’ whims could think to throw at her. Back then, it was the Queen of Olympus who easily proved this ideal to be a wishful one, and now it was the Sea Queen to further show the truth behind this notion.

All Penelope had to do was give an apology to Amphitrite, a sincere one that rang true from the bottom of her heart, and her fleet would be let go to live another day. All she had to do was prostrate in humility and acknowledge her violence, that what she did was not necessary, and the Goddess would forgive her for her crime.

It sounded so easy…

But it wasn’t.

How could Penelope possibly declare her actions against the Cyclops unnecessary, that SHE was anywhere in the wrong, after he so mercilessly stole Circes’ life as if she were nothing more than an inconvenience, an insignificant means to an end!?

It wasn’t just Circes, either. The Cyclops’ brutal hands were stained with the blood of Penelope’s most cherished friend and 72 of her sisters-in-arms!

72 sisters, daughters, mothers and wives. 72 people who weren’t just faceless mortals made to occupy space on Gaia’s endless domain. Each of those murdered women was someone. Someone with her own real life experiences, someone forced to leave her home at a time when she was needed most. They were women who, after experiencing the worst of what man had to offer, still decided to put full faith in Penelope and her leadership. They found solace in their captain’s patient strategies and heart-fueled strength, choosing full-heartedly to trust their queen with their lives even when the odds stacked impossibly high against them.

Yes, Penelope and her sisters-in-arms invaded the Cyclops home and killed his most favored sheep, one of the few creatures in this land who chose not to leave his side. But none of them knew of this until after the deed was done. Penelope did what she had to to compensate for her ignorance, offering the Cyclops a gift in exchange for allowing her and her women to leave with their hearts still beating.

Penelope was the one to offer peace. The Cyclops ignored that offer. Everything that happened from then on was HIS doing, not hers.

Still, even if she cannot offer a traditional apology to his divine stepmother, Penelope could at least explain the reasoning behind her actions.

Penelope lowered herself to near the ship’s wooden floor, promptly getting down to her knees. She bent the upper half of her body forward, prostrating before Amphitrite in an effort to visually showcase her respect and submission.

The rest of the crew, coming to a collective understanding of what Penelope was doing, quickly followed the actions of their captain. Before long, all 44 women aboard the ship bowed before the Goddess in the hopes that it would ease her wrath.

“Amphitrite, we meant no harm, we only hurt him to disarm him.”

Lifting herself from her bowed stance, a hand placed atop her breast over where her heart would be, Penelope gazed at the Goddess with a look of genuine sincerity that matched her corresponding words.

“We took no pleasure in his pain, we only wanted to escape.”

Amphitrite’s pupil-less eyes remained blank, her lips cutting a bloodless line across her face. On the outside, the Sea Queen appeared to have not even heard Penelope’s choice of words.

On the outside.

Inside the sanctity of her innermost thoughts, wants, and desires, Amphitrite finally came to understand why some mortals rose to be leaders while others were content to simply be followers.

Words were powerful weapons, but when combined with enough confidence, it turned into something lethal: poison. A poison eagerly swallowed by those who were fooled into believing it was medicine. Even the most stubborn individuals would accept the foul concoction if mixed with enough honey.

But to an experienced listener, one who was also of high standing and born into a life full of more secrets than sincerity, where deception and avoidance of consequences were as commonplace as the air land dwellers breathe, they could tell the words spoken of the mortal were just that.

Excuses.

“The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible.”

At that moment, Penelope became nothing more than another faceless mortal; she made the fatal mistake of thinking herself to be above even someone as divine and grandiose as a God.

It was time for Amphitrite to remind the little mortal of who exactly she was.

“So close your heart, the world’s too dark and…”

Less than a Goddess.

Less than a man, even.

No, Penelope was just a woman.

A woman who was about to learn firsthand how ruthlessness is mercy upon all.

Amphitrite’s remaining six tentacles flew out from her long, flowing mane and hovered precariously over the water. Her lips twisted into a cruel, anticipating smile. Her eyes glowed brighter than the moon, malicious darkness glinting within.

Amphirtire raised her trident-

“Die.”

And stabbed the ocean below.

Suddenly, the 11 ships floating aimlessly among the restless waves were left haplessly to fend for themselves. The women aboard those vessels were easily overpowered, engulfed by the unstoppable torrents of ocean tide, squid tentacles, and sea-floor rock.

Captain!

Ruthlessness is-

Captain!

-mercy upon our-

C a p t a i n-!

Six watercrafts built to sustain even the worst perils and wars and waters shattered like eggshells under the tentacles. Wood splintered, nails bent and those too slow to dodge the appendages were reduced to a mangled mess of ruined gore for the fishes to feast upon.

The other five ships were not spared of such brutality. Many rock structures came bursting out from the ocean, instantly puncturing those ship’s wooden frames like pigs on a spit and many of the women unfortunate enough to be aboard them. Vessel, cargo, human, none of it mattered, none were spared from destruction.

None could stop calling, screaming, begging, even praying for their-

Captain!

Ruthlessness is-

Captain!

-mercy upon our-

C a p t a i n-!

A handful tried to avoid such a painful demise by jumping overboard their ships in order to keep themselves from either getting crushed by a tentacle or having their flesh pierced by spiked rock, deciding to brave the haphazard waters as the lesser of two evils. They desperately climbed and held onto the wooden debris left behind from their now destroyed ships. Sadly for some, said debris spelled their doom as the solid objects caved their skulls or skewered their flesh upon a mistimed landing.

Many of the sailors tried to help their sisters, whether it be dragging them onto their makeshift floats or holding on to each other in hopes of their shared strength being enough to keep themselves from being swept away by those unstable, raging waves.

But alas, all of it was for naught.

If unity were truly all it took to withstand a god’s wrath, kingdoms and empires would not revere them as much as they do now.

They did not fare a chance against the tides that crashed into them over, and over, and over, and over again, not at all close to stopping even when the ocean’s signature blue slowly began to mix with thick, heavy red. Like wine, the water turned drunk with death.

Ruthlessness is-

Captain!

-mercy upon our-

Captain!

The sounds tearing Penelope’s throat raw were animalistic with despair as the captain fought against the hold of her sisters, arm outstretched desperately as if the puny limb could simply reach out and pluck her doomed comrades from Amphitrite’s grasp like low-hanging fruit.

Penelope watched this all happen, eyes wide and jarring and full of unbridled pain.

For that was all she could do.

Watch.

Watch as tentacles, rocks, and waves each did their part to completely and utterly destroy her Ithacan fleets and the precious cargo they carried.

Their screams…

So many screams…

Oh Gods…

485 voices, all of them begging for their lives. All of them calling out for her, faith warped to helpless fear.

And yet, Penelope could do nothing but watch. Watch as her precious subjects, her friends, her sisters, each had their breath of life so painfully replaced with poisonous salt of the sea.

Ruthlessness is-

C a p t a i n!!

And then, just like that, the chaos ceased.

No more struggle. No more destruction. No more screams.

The 6 tentacles returned to their place among the Sea Goddess’ tresses, the pointed rocks descended back to their rightful place in the ocean floor, and the sea’s tidal waves calmed to near serenity. The leading vessel was placed back on the coastal top with a gentleness that was practically alien; a mocking gesture, when considering the carnage that was so senselessly committed mere seconds ago.

Penelope’s breath huffed and heaved, heavy and strained. Her eyes stared wide, unblinking, unwilling to look away from the scene before her. Her voice keened through her teeth like the battered wounded beast it's been reduced to.

“What have you done?”

The debris of destroyed ships was scattered as far as the eye could see. Bodies littered the oceanfront, some whole, others not, all of them grotesquely bloated with seawater. The ocean was such a sanguine red, the sands at its depth were likely dyed the same shade, grains clogged with bone.

When does a ripple become a tidal wave?

Ctimene, Palagia, Erato, every single woman aboard the 12th ship, none of them uttered a single sound. They could only stare at the aftermath of their friends’ massacres with bloodshot eyes, huddled bodies trembling, hands covering their mouths or clutching onto those closest to them, all while in a desperate attempt to ground themselves.

A horrible ringing wouldn't stop pounding in Penelope’s ears. She couldn’t tell the cause of it.

Was it the overpowering, deafening sounds of her sisters’ screams for her to save them, or was it the sudden dead silence that followed immediately after?

Amphitrite returned to Penelope’s side. For the very first time since their initial encounter, the stoic Goddess wore a smile brimming with pride and self-satisfaction. Amphitrite gently placed her hand atop Penelope’s head, clammy fingers stroking the curls. It was not comfort, such sentiment was beneath her kind. But condescension? She had enough of that to fill another ocean entirely.

“43 left under your command.” her voice was so cold it burned the shell of her ear.

43.

600 women led through war with their lives all miraculously intact. 528 managed to escape with their hearts still beating after their brush with the Cyclops. And now, a meager 43 remained after the devastation caused by his mother.

With only 1 to blame for this slaughter, only 1 to bear the weight of all of their deaths.

When does someone become a monster?

Penelope could do nothing against the tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She stared down at her hands, swearing that she could feel the blood of her comrades dripping through those calloused fingers, already drying across the skin.

She rested her head within those hands. She fell to her knees, unable to sustain herself against how heavy everything now felt. Her heart, once the source of her most formidable and valuable strength, weakened to a fault.

Amphitrite looked down at the mortal, no doubt agonized with every breath she took in place of those who no longer could. The goddess’ gills fluttered at the heady scent mingling with familiar salt and blood.

Sorrow.

Anguish.

Failure.

“I am your darkest moment,” Penelope feebly peered through her fingers at the awful, beautiful Goddess and her blinding silver trident. “The monster that always draws near…”

But that wasn’t the only thing she saw through the gap of her fingers. Penelope noticed something laying inconspicuously by the Goddess’ feet. A strange brown bag, tied with rainbow string…

Amphitrite, still wearing that smug smile, directed the sharp prongs of her favored weapon at the still-kneeling mortal woman’s throat.

“Any last words?”

Penelope lifted her head out of her hands, starring the Goddess right in the eye. With her right hand slowly traveling to her hip, Penelope opened her mouth to utter those “final” words-

“All I gotta do is open this bag!”

“What!?”

Penelope whipped out the hidden dagger she always kept on her person in case of emergencies. She quickly flung the sharp blade to where the wind bag lay, destroying the sack without an ounce of hesitation.

Suddenly, the leftover storm from before came spilling out all at once.

Amphitrite, caught completely off-guard without the opportunity to brace herself, was sent flying overboard after the ship’s sails picked up the storm’s incredibly powerful winds.

Just like before, the ship was unable to control itself from following the set path of those winds. This incredible speed, though damaging the ship’s wooden exterior with every mile it traveled, made it so the ship could travel far away from its biggest threat.

Amphitrite could only stare in disbelief as the ship kept sailing farther and farther away, too fast a pace for even the Sea Goddess.

Penelope stared as well, watching as Amphitrite’s form soon became nothing more than a dot in the horizon. Similar to how it was prior, the winds made the ships go full speed ahead at an incredible rate. And, for a second, Penelope swore she heard Aeolus’ mischievous giggle once again reverberating with the wind’s harsh blow.

Though the captain knew not where they were headed, she knew that they would be alright for the time being as long as they were as far away as possible from Amphitrite.

Unfortunately, the Goddess was not keen to just let things end so anticlimacticly.

Her eyes glowed an eerie light blue.

Amphitrite stared in the direction of the disappearing ship until it was completely out of view. Then, the Goddess clicked her tongue and flicked her hair over her shoulder, annoyed at the shipwrecks entangled in it.

“Remember me…”

#epic the musical #swap au #the odyssey #warrior!penelope #penelope #ctimene #amphitrite #canon divergent au #canon rewrite #canon compliant #my fic #ruthlessness #on a funnier note blue and i realized we both fucking hate describing actions scenes

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