#V ; the dark artifacts

[kujiba]

【Go on and Love Me】

୨୧ — ꒰ male!reader | he/his prounouns | Sagau | Genshinimpact

୨୧ — ꒰ Streamer!Reader who gets sidetracked by people's donations/chats making the genshin characters feel jealous

Ft. Xiao, Wanderer, Kinich, Traveler

A/n: inspired by la2yn0va hsr fic

X I A O

(Name) happily smiled at another donation sent to him after recently completing a natlan quest

"Thanks for the 20 bits donation!"

He thanked the chat with a wide smile, the chat which was filled with people commenting every second flooding the entire screen making (Name) shift his focus to answer their questions about himself.

This cute interaction made (Name) feel warm and lovely in the inside, being able to interact with fans who admired him.

You know who wasn't happy? A dark headed male inside a screen wasn't that happy unlike (Name). Why were these people gifting you so low? Most of all why was (Name)'s attention not on him anymore?

He had to pull alot of strings to make his own crit rise up since (Name)'s luck on the Vermilion domain was absolutely dog shit.

(Name) — Hm? My favorite character in genshin?

Xiao — You called?

Xiao unintentionally blurted that out without any thoughts whatsoever, but when he did realize and saw (Name)'s confused face along with the chat going wild.

Without any choice Xiao did his idle animation to hide his face away from you, he used his mask so that Xiao won't face you for a while since he was in a very vulnerable state

(Name) — New mail? Sweet 300 primos!

(Chat) — Fr? I didn't get any new mail from hoyo yet.

(Name) — Well.. Free primos is free primos

If (Name)'s happy then he'll rest easy today. Hopefully no rumors circulate about what happened earlier.. Self aware fanfics are crazy these days.

W A N D E R E R

Wanderer stared at (Name) blankly, he was too busy thanking people with countless of donations to even realize they were still in a boss fight farming material's for upcoming characters.

Wanderer became (Name)'s fan ever since he saw him at that temporary event named 'Unreconciled Stars Event Quest The Crisis Deepens'.

Smug mf since he made (Name) hit hard pity for him. But was kind enough to give you his c1 after 140 wishes

(Chat) — Why don't you change your main (Streamer Name)?

An irk mark appears on Wanderer's face but wasn't that visible on screen.

Is this swine telling (Name) to replace him with someone else? Hard pass. He was already stolen from (Name)'s attention and now these nobody's are trying to persuade him into maining some other weak random than him.

Just so happen that (Name) spotted a chest nearby and happily went over to open it, Wanderer took this opportunity immediately

(Wanderer) — Unnecessary.

(Chat) — Is it just me or is his voice rougher than usual?

Damn right it's rougher since he just wanted to vent his anger out on any enemies on sight

The chat won't know but what he had said was directly targeted at them, if only he could say every insult known to man right now

So (Name), keep your eyes on him only and no one else, then maybe he'll make his attacks stronger if you comply

(Name) — Well to answer your question earlier chat, no I don't think I'll be changing my main anytime soon. Wanderer's pretty fun to play with.

After (Name) finished talking he took a closer look at Wanderer's face, but his eyes swore Wanderer had a tad bit of pink on his cheeks

His eyes must've been starting to break with the amount of streaming his doing

T R A V E L E R

(Name) had just began to prep for his stream of the week and now he was currently adjusting the Traveler's artifacts to try out a new build

You know what's crazy though? His builds are pretty shitty.

He has the absolute worst luck in artifacts plus in leveling up pieces, most of which usually goes to defense or HP%

But he still hits about 800k regularly with the Traveler! How could he do such thing with only 44.6% Crit rate!?

(Chat) — 1 MILLION?? (Name) are you doing hacks?

(Name) — What? No! Guess my Traveler's just really op

The Traveler is a smug motherfucker

Of course the Traveler wouldn't hit such high numbers without using a...slight adjustment to the system

Sure their pieces are pretty bad but they'll accept anything (Name) had given them! How could they just shake off his hard work on griding for their ascension and talents?

Whenever the Traveler sees (Name)'s shocked expression during the massive crit's appearing on his screen they are damn right happy and overjoyed they managed to satisfy their grace!

(Chat) — Your builds are bad af tho lolol

(Chat) — Why main the Traveler? They're a pretty bad character to main, you should go for Nuevillete or Alhaitham.

The Traveler's good mood immediately faded into dust once he saw the chats text

Are those no lifers saying that they're not fit to be (Name)'s vessel? They're the most perfect one!

What could Nuevillete or whatever character have that they don't? Could they switch elements? Don't think so

If they wanted bigger numbers, the Traveler will show them big numbers all right, if you want them to hit 10 million they're gonna make it happen with just one click

(Name) — Thanks for the suggestion chat but I'm going to stick with the Traveler, I'm already wayyy too attached

The Traveler's mood once again took a 360 and smiled softly at what (Name) said to them, their stomachs fluttering with delight

(Name) is attached to them? No other compliment or praise could ever reach what the Traveler was feeling at the very moment

Their grace! Oh their grace... If only they could just grab onto you and drag you here where you rightfully belong

K I N I C H

Kinich is an upcoming playable character but many in the genshin community have fallen head over heels for him

Yet he couldn't careless about them, after all just being near (Name)'s presence even though it's just by the Traveler's vessel already makes him nice and comfortable

(Name) — Day 10 of saving up for Kinich let's goo

(Chat) — Woah already 200 wishes? You're quick man

(Name) — Can't help it lmao, Kinich seems fun to play and he's really pretty!

(Chat) — He seem's boring though

(Chat) — Dude the dialouge is slightly glitching wtf

The dialouge's glitching is caused by Kinich's embarrassment and rage, he was previously just about to talk till he heard (Name) sing praises about him! How could he not accidentally stutter and mess up the dialouge!?

But on the other hand, the hell did that person meant by he was boring? He wasn't even released yet! This caused Kinich to panic mentally if whether or not you'll change your mind about pulling for him

He stared at you from the screen, clenching his fists tighter by the second. Just a small bit more... Just one more step and he'll be released, then he could really be by your side now.

(Name) — Aw man, hold on chat I gotta pause the stream to fix this glitching

(Name) eventually had to exit the game to try and see what the problem was with his device or if it was overheating again

Meanwhile Kinich was still standing there re-adjusting his thoughts about what just happened. His feelings were all a mixed bag at this point, he sighed rubbing his temples slowly

Ajaw eventually came to his side while looking at him weirdly like he had done something wrong

(Ajaw) — Wow.. Just wow

(Kinich) — Shut up...

To rightfully apologized the system eventually sent 10 wishes in (Name)'s game mail which he was confused at first but eh, more wishes for c6 knich!

Once he becomes playable Kinich would definitely spoil (Name) with high numbers and crit's. He would just have to deal with Ajaw's yapping in the meantime..

So don't get distracted over what those 'Chat' people say about him!

A/n: likes and reblogs are appreciated! Have a nice day(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

[honeyryewhiskey]

do not touch the exhibits ! (unless you’re sam winchester)

synopsis ! you work at a quiet museum with stanford!sam, and it’s not unusual for you to find something a little more fun for the two of you to get up to during your shifts

warnings ! smut, 18+, fem!reader, p in v, risk of getting caught, finishes inside (bc pregnancy doesn’t exist in fanfic until i say it does)

j’s note ! this is my first sam fic !!!! i’m actually running around and screaming bc i got this idea earlier today at job 1 and wrote it on the clock at job 2 heheee i think i’ll do more with sam and reader working in the museum bc it’s just tewwww good not to

1k words

The buzz of his phone pulls his attention from the textbook spread open in front of him.

you: bet you can’t find me.

Sam huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. You’re supposed to be restocking the gift shop, but clearly, you’ve decided to make your own fun. His thumbs move over the keyboard:

sam: i’m working. like you should be.

Seconds later, another buzz. This time, it’s just a picture—blurry, dimly lit, but unmistakable. The soft golden glow of the Egyptian wing, where the lights stay low to preserve the artifacts.

you: come and get me, winchester.

He chews his bottom lip, glancing toward the vacant entrance as he rolls the thought around in his head. You’re going to be the death of him—or at least the reason he gets fired from this job. Either way, the book is already forgotten as he slips out from behind the front desk.

The museum is quiet as he moves through the halls, like it always is. You’ve done this before—once hiding behind the woolly mammoth skeleton, another time tucked between the shelves in the archives. And yet, every time, it still hits him the same way.

That flutter in his chest. The quiet thrill of the chase.

You’ve become a magnetic pull he can’t shake—not that he really wants to.

When he steps into the large room dedicated to the larger Egyptian displays, the air is cooler. Quiet. He takes a moment to scan the room, and just as he’s about to move on—he sees it. The faintest glimpse of your shoe peeking out from behind a towering sarcophagus display.

“Gotcha,” he mumbles, already moving.

Before you can slip away, Sam’s hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you out from your hiding spot and against his chest. The sharp, surprised giggle you let out echoes faintly, and he grins, watching you through his lashes.

“You’re supposed to be working,” he chides, but his voice is softer, rougher than before.

“I got bored,” you tease, tilting your chin up at him, your palms sneaking up over his chest. “And you looked like you needed a break.”

His hands settle on your waist, fingers sliding beneath the hem of your shirt—warm against your skin. “You’re gonna get us caught.”

“Not if you’re quiet,” you breathe, tugging him back with you until your back presses against the cold stone of the exhibit wall.

His mouth is on you before you can say anything else—slow and deep, like he’s been waiting all day for this exact moment. One of his hands trails up your side beneath your shirt, his hips press against yours. You bite back a sound when he leans lower, his mouth dragging along the line of your jaw, his breath warm in your ear.

“You like making me chase you, don’t you?” he murmurs, the dark tone of his voice makes your skin prickle with goosebumps. 

He releases a hand to slip past your skirt and between your legs, his thick fingers rolling over your panties, already wet from anticipating his touch. Your mouth pops open as a hushed moan leaves your lips. 

“I like it when you catch me,” you admit, your fingers already reaching for his belt, fumbling to get to what you want. 

He groans softly, tilting your head back with his thumb as his lips find yours again—this time rougher, more desperate.

Your hand slips past his open jeans as you rub your palm against his hardened length. His strong arms find your thighs, hoisting you up until he has you pressed between him and the wall. 

He helps you maneuver your hips, alighting your heat with his tip, but his focus is on kissing you breathless. His lips lead yours, his love for control evident in the way he takes charge over your needy mouth. 

“Sam,” you whine against him, rolling your hips, urging him to give you more. 

“Shh,” he hushes you with a laugh that makes you squirm again, his tip pressing against your slick folds, “someone’ll hear you.” 

You’re ready to bite back with a smart remark but it gets caught in your throat as he thrusts himself inside. It’s a relief that’s edged with the slight pain of his full length stretching you out. 

Your legs tighten around him, making Sam bite back a groan and bury his face in the crook of your neck. His hands steady your hips as he takes claim over your throbbing core, fucking you into the wall with greed.

Your heavy breathes quietly echo off the stone walls, thank god this place never gets more than a handful of visitors a day. 

“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind your ear as he thrusts into you harder. 

His tip rocks into your sweet spot, coaxing your release with each rock of his hips against yours. 

“Sam—” your breath catches in your throat as tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Your core tightens before the wave of release pools over. You’re biting your lip to muffle the sounds stuck in your throat. Quiet whimpers saved just for his ears, and the sounds push Sam over the edge.

He’s mumbling curses into your shoulder as his hips sputter, finishing inside of you until the wet sounds of his lazy thrusts are echoing in the dimly lit exhibit. 

He holds you against him for a moment, chests rising and falling unevenly against one another—when the museum radios crackle to life.

“Hey, uh…who’s ’spose to be up front?”

The voice breaks the spell instantly. Sam curses under his breath, dropping his forehead against yours as he reaches for the radio hanging off his belt.  

He takes a deep breath, winking at you with a coy smile as he raises the black device to his lips. 

“I’m—uh—I’m in the storage room,” he lies smoothly, though his voice is still rough around the edges.

A pause. Then, “Well, can you come cover the desk? Got a couple visitors coming in.”

“On my way,” Sam replies, gently removing himself from you and placing you back onto the floor. Your legs feel weak as you adjust your clothes, trying to hide any evidence of this little break you’ve shared.

Sam finishes clicking his belt, stepping out from your hiding spot. But before he can walk away, you catch his hand and tug him back for one last kiss—short, sweet.

“Later,” you promise, your smile all kinds of wicked as you slip past him, leaving him to compose himself before heading back.

Sam just watches you go, dragging a hand through his hair and muttering to himself—because he knows this will happen again, and he can’t fucking wait. 

tags <3 @titsout4jackles @daylighted @deansbeer @jollyhunter @soldiersgirl @ultravi0lence14 @dulcescorderitas

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hi! Could I be ✨Anon? (Im not sure whats been taken already) I've been on a big Batfam kick these past few days and have a v indulgent request if it interests you.

Could I request something for a (gn) civilian reader who is friends w/ the Batfam, but recently got superpowers that are magical girl-esque? Neither of the parties knowing of the others Alter Egos. Here are some of my thought, but write the post however you'd like.

Reader was accidentally caught up in some commotion that involved stealing specialty cargo. One of them being an alien artifact, and reader uses it in desperation to save themselves. But now they have these sparkely, pretty, and showy powers that they never asked for. (And maybe a magical animal companion that insist they bring light and justice to Gotham)

Reader is reluctant to be a vigilante, but keeps finding themselves in situations to help people anyways.(Maybe its a side effect of being a magical girl) They end up fighting alongside the Batfam at some point, but they feel embarrassed to interact w/ them. Reader feels completely out of place with their colorful and over-the-top powers when next to the cool and brooding batfam.

Sorry if this idea is a bit out there, but ty for letting me be indulgent in your ask box 💕!!

NO CAUSE I FEEL THIS DYNAMIC SO MUCH.

I either have the friendliest vibe or the bitchiest vibe and no in between. Meaning that people either come to me for everything or think I’m a snob/will bite-

and sure non! i don’t really keep track of my anons nowadays so people can be whatever as long as it’s not listed in my pinned

BAT X MAGIC ✨

IN ANY CASE

I’m gonna mix Sailor Moon, Miraculous Ladybug and Onimai for my inspo with this ask if you don’t mind

Magical Girl/Boy/Person! Reader is really close friends with Tim and Damian. If there was one thing all three could agree on it’s that they loved superheroes in manga/comics.

And Reader? Boy did they adore the Batfam. There was just something about their dark, brooding aesthetic that they couldn’t get enough of.

So it was a tad bit ironic that they stumbled upon the most “girly”and “bright” power ever known to Gotham.

It didn’t help that your abilities had to be activated with cutely yelling things like “Sparkle Blast!” or “Smile Hurricane!”

I like to headcannon that you have a familiar or Kwami like creature that in exchange of keeping your identity magically hidden, absolutely bullies you by making the one above a requirement.

I headcannon that Damian has the PHATTEST crush on you. Like even moreso than the stalker, otaku Tim. Like he is just head over heels. You’re strong, you’re capable, you’re adorable?? But that mostly extends to just your magic persona rather than your real self. He’s super obvious about it to anyone but you too (similar to the og miraculous ladybug w/ felix instead of chat).

Tim is more interested on who tf you were. Like yes!!! Magical Person Hero!!! You were basically his childhood crushes incarnate!! But his inquisitive mind really needed to know who you were in order to calm himself down.

Jason is honestly a bit overwhelmed by your whole getup, but grows to love you the most in terms of how kind you are and how you help them even in the most dire of situations (not knowing that you were basically forced to)

He’s very much Tuxedo Mask type wherein he’d be very annoying to you when the disguises are off but an absolute Casanova with em on.

You and Dick are the most close when it comes to patrols and fighting. I feel like you, being the big fan you were, would make him look even more flashy and handsome during battle with sparkles and whatnot. I have a feeling he’d be the first to ask you out or fully romance you, as well as be the first to befriend you/contact you as a vigilante.

Bruce is definitely perplexed by how you always evade him in terms of your secret identity. It frustrates him to no end that whenever he gets close to finding out something either gets in his way or his mind just goes blank.

Once you explain how your magical persona works tho he’s pretty quick on the bandwagon, especially since he sees that his boys love you.

Also cause you look way too adorable to really be heinous.

…Right?

Once you break one of your familiar’s rules though, they do share your identity with the bats and well…

All hell breaks loose.

[leighsartworks216]

Screaming crying crawling up the walls for your top tier Astarion content

Idk if you’ve seen this, it’s floating around the internet (I think it’s a tweet?) it says something like “I want someone to grab my face and say ON PURPOSE, I WILL CARE FOR YOU ON PURPOSE” and I’d love to see our love-deprived bi-centurion react to something like this.

Like maybe he’s caught feelings for tav and is starting to feel bad for manipulating them and starts self-sabotaging by saying/thinking stuff like ‘you only THINK you love me but it’s not real, I’m sorry I made you feel this way’ and tav getting v v serious and replying “I never loved you by accident”.

Him being confronted by the fact that things never would’ve gotten this far if they didn’t let it, if they didn’t choose him, that they’re still choosing him and that it has nothing to do with the act he put up or the situation he constructed, if they wanted nothing to do w him they could’ve and would’ve dipped.

Idk I’m just spitting ideas, have fun babe ✌🏻

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I wrote this at 2am but I did proofread it (it's almost 4 now 💀)

Also the original tweet is by Jenny Slate (@/jennyslate) and says, "I just want someone to grab my little face and scream 'ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU'"

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: self-doubt, references to manipulation, self-deprecation, references to dissociation, dissociation mention, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,392

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It began one night, almost a week ago. Astarion had gotten into the routine of joining you in your bedroll after feeding, cuddling close and relaxing to the steady sound of your heartbeat. That night, a week ago, he didn’t. He delicately bit into your skin and pulled away before you were even slightly dizzy, murmured something about how you’d need your strength for a fight tomorrow, and slipped off to hunt for animals. Truly, you didn’t think anything of it, then. And maybe you got so lost, so caught up in your daily stress, that was why you didn’t register it for so long. Comments under his breath about manipulation immediately covered up with Gale requesting a magical artifact or Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting.

So, a week went by. And the realization finally hit. Guilt ate away at your stomach, but wallowing wasn’t going to help. When night started to creep in, your companions slipping into their tents, you slipped into Astarion’s. Sitting in a pile of pillows, he looked up at you with a smirk and a ‘Hello, darling’, but it didn’t reach his eyes. They were dark. Distant.

“I’m sorry I haven’t given you the attention you need,” you start. A baffled look flickers across his face, but it is not given the time to settle.

There is a twitch at the corner of his mouth, like it’s a strain for him to keep smirking. “It’s perfectly alright, darling. You’ve been busy running around camp, helping people - I understand.”

With any other person, this would have seemed a perfectly reasonable response. An apology accepted, a mutual understanding - the relationship goes on. Except, this was Astarion.

You sit down nearby, close enough to reach out and touch. Any closer and you worried you’d overcrowd him. You always tried to let him come to you first, though he usually struggled to initiate anything.

“You’ve been distant, too,” you point out. He begins to form the words to apologize, but you shake your head to stop him before they can build a sentence. “I’m not upset, I don’t need an apology. I just wanted to know why.”

To be honest, he didn’t expect you to notice. He assumed, quite stupidly, all things considered, that you would be too preoccupied to notice him slowly slipping away. Late night cuddles dashed for hunting, hand holding forgotten as he trails along at the back of the group, kisses never lingering and the ones that did lacking any emotion behind them.

“Is something wrong?” you prompt gently. “If it’s too much, we can work out what would be better for you.”

Guilt stabs at his own non-beating heart like a wooden stake. He’s drifting and you still throw him a rope, still ask for him to grab on and pull himself away from his past, from dissociating with the slightest hint of affection.

He smiles wryly. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” he teases, but it comes out a little too strained to be a joke. His fingers fiddle with the corner of the page of his book. He finds watching the paper fold and bend is much more interesting than looking into your eyes.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he says, but the endearment feels like fire on his tongue, “but it’s not real. This isn’t real.” Your brow furrows as you stare at him. He can’t bear to see the realization cross your face. “Two hundred years of manipulating - of course I would trick you, too. It’s instinct, darling, I don’t blame you.” Red eyes finally meet yours. You look confused, of course, but there’s an air of determination, like you’re ready to fight whatever plagues him. “But this… love… it’s not real. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry I made you feel this way.”

He expects anger. He expects tears, even. Crying and shouting and ‘How could you?!’s and ‘I can’t believe you’ve manipulated me all this time!’ But it never comes. You frown, sure, but it’s leagues away from being angry.

“You think… you manipulated me into feeling this way?”

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. Admitting it feels bitter. He blames it on his growing fondness for you, but he knows it cannot possibly be returned in any genuine way. Not with his underhanded tactics surfacing at every passing glance, soft brush, and gentle smile. “Come now, darling,” he smirks again, building a wall to separate himself from the shitshow that must be just ‘round the corner, “who could really love me?”

That only succeeds in making you frown further. “Astarion, I’m not with you because you’ve tricked me.” The baffled look from earlier surfaces again, but it lingers, mixed with doubt. “I understand that you started this to manipulate me into protecting you, but I’m not here because you successfully influenced my emotions - To be perfectly honest, I could tell from the start.”

He laughs dryly, suddenly, like it startles him. “And here I was thinking I’d learned some subtlety.”

You don’t laugh with him. You don’t even smile. “I chose you, Astarion. I still choose to be with you. Because I want to.”

Any lingering mask of confidence fell from his face. The creases around his mouth became more prominent as he frowned. His eyes darted around, glancing around your face for any tells of deception, any hint that you’re making this up to make him feel better. “How can you be sure? How do you know you’re choosing me and not just buying into another act?”

“Astarion.” You get on your knees and hold his face in your hands. He stares up at you with big, round eyes. “If I wanted to, I could break up with you. I am not staying because I feel stuck, or because I feel obligated to. I love you. On purpose. On purpose, I am staying with you. On purpose, I choose you.”

He opens his mouth, but no words form. His mind is reeling, chasing to catch up and process everything, all the while jumping and flipping, trying to find excuses or reasons why you shouldn’t care for him. He swallows the lump building in his throat. He speaks in a whisper, too stunned to speak louder. “Are you sure?”

Your whole face softens. Determination turns to fond affection, frown lifting into a soft grin. “Yes. I’m sure.” You press a kiss to his forehead, and he closes his eyes to savor it. It’s been a week without allowing himself your love - he deserves to enjoy it once again, even if he feels guilty for it. He wishes his thoughts would just shut up and let him have this. “If you still need space or time, I’ll be here. I’m not leaving. Just,” you pull his face back, “please talk to me about this next time. I know things have been hectic, but I’m never too busy for you.”

He sighs, slow and soft. Relieved. “Of course, my love.” He adores the way you smile brightly at the endearment. He turns sheepish. “Ah, could I, possibly, join you tonight? It does, admittedly, get rather lonely passing the time alone.”

You kiss his cheek. “Of course you can. C’mon, I’ll even play with your hair if you’d like.”

He chuckles, genuine this time. “I very much would.” His book is set aside, the page he left off on lost as he takes your hand and follows you from his tent. He can’t help himself from squeezing your hand in his, like he can’t quite grasp the fact you are physically holding onto him. Even when you lay down first and he settles in next to you, arms wrapped around your middle and his head on your chest, it still feels hard to believe. But the way you wrap your arms around him and gently detangle his curls and scratch lightly at his scalp cannot possibly be from his imagination. Nor the way you press kisses on his forehead and temple and hair with sweet praises and words of affection. His mind is not kind enough to imagine such tenderness.

Laying there in your arms, listening to the steady beat of your heart and even breaths that fill your lungs as you slip into sleep, is the closest he has ever been to true contentment.

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[treacheryinblue]

Chapter 3/4

Noah Sebastian x F!Reader Series

Word Count: 8.9k

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× Summary: Noah is Death, the ruler of the after life (or whatever you want to call it), though he is cursed to watch you come and go from his never ending existence time and time again.

× Warnings!: Eh-level smut (P in V obviously), language, little bit of violence, tiny fluff if you squint, very slight dom!noah, smut with plot aka this became more in depth than I meant for it to aka a one shot that's now a series. Non-proofread smut. Let me know if I missed anything!

× Author's Notes: ( 1 ) It's a bit of a long one, folks! Consider it a thank you for being so patient while I've worked through my writer's block. ( 2 ) Don't look too deep into the lore I've created because there's probably a lot that doesn't make sense. But if you are curious, then feel free to ask me any questions! ( 3 ) I'm but a writer that thrives off positive feedback (or even constructive criticism), so don't be shy when it comes to interacting with the post, or even me.

Happy reading! xoxo

“That soul is not meant for this land, my lord.”

Silence was given as a response. 

“She is not destined to be here, and you know what will hap-”

“Yes, I am well aware of the consequences to my actions.” Noah heavily exhaled, though he appeared uninterested in the conversation. 

Sitting atop his throne, black and sleek, one hand gripped the arm rest while the other was bent and lifted to his face. He examined his nails, further showing his boredom. 

“Please forgive me if I'm speaking out of turn, my lord, but…the Light Ones are not happy. It has been nine times now and each plays out just like the last.”

A growl was emitted from him, dark eyes flickering to the creature who stood below. “I do not need you reciting my failures to me, demon.”

Noah couldn't bear to think of how you had been ripped from him countless times now. Pried from his hands. Stolen away. You had spent centuries together, longer than any human could dream of living - if one could call you alive - but he knew an infinite amount of centuries more would never be enough. He needed forever. 

“If the Light Ones think I'm going to give up just because they look down upon my doings, then they are sorely mistaken. Maybe they aren't as all knowing as they like to remind us of every chance they receive.” He spat with disdain. 

The demon clamped their mouth shut in fear that they may further anger the embodiment of darkness sitting before them. This is how they remained for a long moment, neither speaking, but the demon holding many questions on their pointed tongue. 

“‘My lord…” they cautiously began after a moment. “Might I ask…what is it about this girl that you're so drawn to? You encounter humans everyday, thousands of them, but none have made you so…”

“Weak?” Noah finished the demon’s sentence for them, his eyebrows quirked. 

The demon immediately fell to their knees, their jagged forehead pressing to the marble floor as if to already begin begging for forgiveness. 

“No! I would never say as such, my lord!” 

Noah shook his head as his focus returned to his nails, just as the ruby encrusted dagger appeared within his grasp out of thin air. 

“There's no need to grovel,” he exclaimed while turning the dagger, inspecting every inch of the blade. “I have become weak when it comes to her…but I don't have an answer for you as to why.”  

It was still a mystery even to him. 

“Does Death itself not deserve the chance to love and to be loved in return, though?” 

× × ×

“Legend says it's cursed.” 

You snorted a laugh as you looked up at the friendly face across the counter, though his expression was as serious as ever, causing your smile to falter slightly. 

“Cursed?” Might as well indulge him a bit if he was going to get all mega serious on you now. 

Nicholas was your go-to guy when it came to purchasing oddities and strange artifacts. He was good at tracking down the specific items you'd ask for but he also had a knack for snagging things he thought you'd find interesting. 

Your eyes dropped to the dagger as you leaned into the glass countertop. There was a twitch in your fingers to reach out and touch the item, to feel the cool metal against your fingertips, though you knew better. Nick was typically pretty light hearted and you two could share a laugh, but you knew when to stay within your lane when it came to his business. Don't touch it until he offers it to you. 

“From what I could find online, it's ancient, so old that no one can really say for sure how long it's been around. And you know how it goes with old things - always a curse or some shit attached to them.” 

Nodding in agreement to his words, your eyes paused upon the faintly noticeable sigil that remained etched into the dagger’s blade. The sigil is why you wanted the item, what you had asked Nick to search for in particular. 

“It's probably bullshit,” he continued, “but it was something about going to the flames if you're on the end of the blade.”

“The website was in some foreign language and the guy I bought it from barely spoke English so I can't give you an accurate translation yet. Who even knows if it's legit.” 

The bell above the door dinging briefly overtook Nicholas' attention. He held a finger up to you to silently tell you to ‘hold on’, then he stepped around the counter to greet his new patrons. 

“It's legit,” you softly spoke to yourself as you gazed upon the dagger again. There was something drawing you to it; a warmth, a knowing. Your eyes focused in on the cloudy rubies - you knew they'd shine again with a thorough cleaning - and they pulled you closer and closer, your sights now level with the item. Had there been a flicker within the largest stone? Couldn't be. Your eyes were clearly playing tricks on you now. 

As Nick returned, you straightened your posture and smiled. “I'll take it.” 

“What?” Nicholas opened his mouth to speak but then only breathed out, his head tilting slightly to the side. 

“You know I have to charge you as if it's real, right? I mean, I haven't been able to fully inspect it myself or do anymore research, so I feel kinda like an asshole doing th-”

“Nick, it's fine.” You laughed while retrieving your wallet from your bag, fingers digging into the slot that held your credit card. “It's a chance I'm willing to take.” 

“Alright…it's your money.” 

A few minutes later and your new purchase was packaged and ready to go. Nick approached you with an outstretched hand that held the blood red box the dagger was stashed away in, uncertainty in his eyes. You knew he hated not knowing all the ins and outs of his inventory, especially when it came to something with such a hefty price tag. 

“Are you coming tonight?” He asked as you accepted the box which was now being held close to your chest. 

“It's the first show with our new singer but he's been fucking great in rehearsals. Really has an ear for the band.” 

You nodded, again flashing a friendly smile. “I wouldn't miss it for the world.” 

After a bit more chit chat and hammering down the finer details on how the night would go, you said your goodbyes to Nicholas with the obvious promise of seeing him in a few short hours. 

Making your way out of the shop, phone in hand and AirPods nestled in your ears, you only looked up when you were about to cross the street. On the opposite side stood a man, his dark eyes set entirely on you. He was wearing all black with deep brown hair that brushed his cheeks, hands clasped behind his back. Something about him made your stomach do a flip and you felt a pull despite having no idea who this man was. 

Slowly, your feet began to carry you along the crosswalk. He remained in place, though a faint smirk dared to appear over his lips. Your cheeks flushed crimson and you had the urge to glance away like some timid little school girl, but there was something preventing you from looking anywhere but at him. 

“Come.” 

A voice drifted into your mind and then back out as if being carried by the wind. You knew that should've frightened you but you felt nothing. Nothing aside from the biting need to be near this unknown man. 

Then, he was suddenly gone and you were left empty. 

The blaring beep of a horn shook you, your body flinching in surprise from the sudden harsh noise. You looked over to the car that was inches from colliding with you, a hand waving all about behind the windshield and motioning for you to get the fuck out of the way. 

× × ×

 

Arms above your head, you loudly hollered along with the rest of the crowd as the song came to an end. Red lights flashed all around you, the stage illuminating and going fully dark in quick succession. Your hands collided in a fury of claps before lowering to cup around your mouth. 

“Wooooo!” You had never been much of a ‘woo girl’ but alcohol made it loads more enjoyable to do. 

You could feel the vibrations from both the noise you projected and the bass of the band in the hollow of your stomach, reverberating throughout your entire being. There was something sensual about it - being able to not only hear the music but also feel it. 

Nicholas’ band had been pretty decent before so coming to see them and support their gigs was never an issue. But now? They were fucking amazing. The new singer definitely added to whatever they had been lacking previously, even if there wasn't anything specific you could put your finger on. 

Did it help that the new singer happened to catch your eye a few times? Maybe. 

“Hey!” Nicholas yelled out for you after their set. He had found you at the bar towards the back of the club - just where you always were. 

“Hey yourself!” You called back as a fresh drink was set in front of you by the bartender. 

Nick rolled his eyes at you but still chuckled. Sweat beaded on his forehead, pupils blown from the adrenaline rush he had experienced while on stage. You always thought Nick was pretty cute and you both had a lot in common - he had even asked you out once - but things were better kept as friends between the two of you. As well as the occasional artifacts dealer, of course. 

“Didn't get a chance to see you before we went on, so let me introduce you to the newest member.” 

“Noah!” The guy spoke up for himself, his voice loud enough for him to be heard over the commotion of the crowd and also the next band setting up. 

You paused as your gaze met his, eyes squinting ever so slightly while taking in his face from this new close proximity. He looked just like the ethereal man you had seen outside of Nick’s shop earlier, but also…not. That guy had been finely dressed with much shorter hair and a presence about him that demanded attention, this guy in front of you was the epitome of a 'guy in a band'. Long hair, jeans blown out at the knee, worn Vans that told you he dressed for comfort. Their smiles were the same, though. 

Instead of giving your name, you opted for a question.  “Do you have a brother?” 

Noah extended to you a look of confusion though you swore you saw a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. 

 “Uh, no? Not that I know of.” Despite your weird question, he laughed and stepped a bit closer to you, his elbow leaning into the side of the bar top. 

Nicholas had fallen into conversation with another band mate, leaving just you and Noah to entertain each other. 

You spared him the explanation of why you had asked such a question. The last thing you needed was to seem creepy or more odd than you already did on a day to day basis. Thankfully it didn't seem as if that was going to deter him from cozying up to you at the end of the bar. 

Drink after drink was had with a couple of shots downed in between. You had found out that Noah had recently moved to Los Angeles, worked at a graphic design company, owned a cat, and shared a building with a rather odd Asian woman that liked to bring him homemade meals multiple times a week. 

You also discovered that you liked the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled too wide and how he was always touching his face as if it was a comforting habit of some sort. 

“Nick said you like to collect…unusual things?” 

You cleared your throat and abruptly averted your gaze before he could realize you had been staring. 

“I guess that's one way to put it,” you admitted with a sheepish smile. Not even the alcohol could mask the embarrassment. 

“My dad was an antiques dealer, scam artist, whatever you want to call it.” You paused to take a swallow from your glass but to also let your honesty sink in. 

“So, I kinda just grew up with old objects that told a story. Buying them for myself - as someone who will care for them and their story - sounds better to me than allowing them to be on display in a stuffy museum somewhere.” 

“That's why you bought the dagger?” 

Huh…had you mentioned the dagger to him? Maybe not. Maybe so. Maybe Nick told him about it. Either way, you took in a deep breath, your head swimming from the alcohol. 

“Not exactly…” 

Noah looked at you curiously, silently asking for you to continue. To tell him. But how were you to explain that you awoke one day with this nagging obsession for the sigil stamped on the blade? That you desired to find every single item you possibly could that bore the same marking? It was impossible to divulge because you had no idea why you had become so hell bent on acquiring these things. You didn't even know what the damned sigil meant. 

“Did you want to see it?” 

And like he had been waiting for you to ask, Noah flashed a devilish grin.  

“I'd love to.”

× × ×

Pleasure erupted throughout your entire body as Noah kneeled between your spread legs. His hands held tight to your hips, pulling you down to grind against him with every forward thrusting motion. He groaned above you, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, revealing to you all the work he was putting in. 

And boy did you feel it. 

You had already cum twice - once from his mouth and again from him bending you over the arm of the couch when neither of you could make it to your bedroom fast enough. 

Most of the time even you had to pray the wind was blowing in the right direction so you could cum in a timely manner, yet Noah had managed to get you there in near record time. 

“Fucking hell! Right there!” You cried out as his cock pierced just the right spot within your drenched and aching cunt. Heavy pants escaped from you, each breath becoming louder and more pronounced the harder he drove his hips. 

Noah’s tattooed fingers dug deep enough into your hips that you knew you'd have bruises the next morning. They'd match the bruise you'd have on your ass from when he had you bent over and administered quite a harsh spank. 

He released your hips so he could trail his hands down along your tense thighs, kneading and massaging into the flesh. One hand continued its downwards trek to your clit as the other drifted up, pausing at your neck. Slender fingers secured around your throat and applied enough pressure to cause your heart to race and your breath to hitch, though not enough to cause any worry. 

Why would you ever be worried about hooking up with a stranger and allowing him into the privacy of your home? 

Noah's thumb swirled around your clit, each pass over the nerves causing your thighs to twitch and your hips to buck. He was then leaning over you so he could capture your lips in a hungry kiss, so much so that you swore you heard him growl against your lips. Not that you were fazed by this. 

“Uh uh,” he scolded after parting from your lips to gaze down at you. “Eyes open.” 

To show how serious he was in this demand, his hand further tightened around your throat, short nails digging into the sensitive skin. You gasped for air but it was all too much; the overpowering ecstasy that coursed through your every being as you felt his cock throb inside of you, the rigid veins that stimulated the tight walls of your pussy, his thumb on your clit, his onyx eyes never drifting from yours. 

How were you to survive this night? 

Your body tensed and your lower back arched as you felt the first ripplings of your orgasm. Your third orgasm. Then - everything released. You writhed beneath him, eyes finally closing which was no choice of your own, all while his name and a mixture of other profanities echoed through the room. 

In the midst of your climax, your vision was hazy from the intensity, as well as the lack of oxygen greeting your brain. With every blink Noah’s face shifted; it went from the band frontman you had met that night to the dark stranger across the street earlier in the day, then back again, only to repeat the cycle. There was no way that's what was really happening, so you chalked it up to your overactive imagination and mostly drunken state. 

The mess you made meant nothing to you, nor did the added mess of his cum when he managed to meet his ending in tandem. Noah’s hips lost momentum gradually before stilling completely, though your cunt continued to collapse and clench around him until your body finally settled. 

It wasn’t much later that Noah laid sprawled across your bed, his face pressed to the pillow, breathing steady after drifting off to sleep. Unfortunately, you didn't have the same luxury. There was a darkness creeping into your mind, repeated phrases demanding things of you, things of which you had never considered before. 

“Do it,” the voice whispered in your ear. 

At first you assumed it was Noah by the brush of his hair on your face and the familiar grasp of his fingers around your waist. But when you glanced back, he hadn't moved a muscle. 

“It would be so easy…”

“You want to. I know you want to. I can smell it on you.” 

When your eyes opened, the blood red box from Nick’s shop sat at your side. It was unwrapped, the dagger staring up at you from its temporary home. Taunting. Begging. Screaming to be touched. 

You listened. 

Fingertips traced the metal of the handle, down to the tip of the dagger that remained sheathed. 

“Pick it up.”

The order from the disembodied voice was obeyed, the dagger soon resting in your grasp. Still, no one was in the room with you other than Noah’s sleeping form, so how did you feel a breath on your neck? 

Rubies embedded in the dagger shone before your eyes now that it was held up for you to admire. So beautiful. Just what you had been searching for all this time. 

“Do it.”

You knew what the voice was asking of you. You knew it would end in your demise. Yet, you felt no fear. If anything, you were…excited. Possibly even anxious for what was to come. 

“Do it!” The voice loudly rang out, deep and commanding in your mind. 

Both hands now gripped the handle of the dagger after you pulled it from its sheath.  Arms stretched out before you, the blade was perfectly angled just where you somehow knew it needed to end up. 

Right in your heart. 

“Do it! Now!”

With quick motion that held all of your strength, you impaled the dagger into your own chest. You could hear it break through the bone that protected your heart - your body no match to the power that lied within the weapon. 

“...going to the flames if you're on the end of the blade.” Nick's voice now penetrated your mind, a memory from hours ago. His words being that of the loosely translated curse that the dagger held. 

As soon as the blade punctured your chest, you felt a sense of clarity. You knew what the curse now was: die by way of the blade, go straight to Hell. 

Eyes wide, you looked down to the dagger protruding from you. Blood spilled from the wound, coating your naked body, staining your sheets. You tried to call out for Noah despite knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything to help you. 

Gathering what remained of your strength, which was next to none, you again glanced back to where you expected to see him sleeping. Instead, he was standing at the side of the bed, hands clasped behind his back, wearing the same smirk you had seen from the other Noah outside of Nicholas’ shop. 

In a blink you were then being cradled in his tattooed arms. His fingertips brushed your hair back from your face in the most loving of gestures, lips moving though you couldn't make out a thing he was saying. You couldn't hear anything. Couldn't feel anything. All you could do was allow yourself to be encased by the cold hands of death as it dragged you deeper and deeper down to the dismal abyss. 

“I'll see you on the other side, my love.”

× × ×

The forever night of the land taunted you as you gazed out the large window. Stars freckled the sky, twinkling and swirling cosmos in some spots, remaining still in most just as the night sky did back home. 

Home. 

Everyday that passed you forgot more and more what it looked like. 

You had remembered your death, all of your deaths, within minutes this time. Noah was beyond pleased, confessing that he always wondered if dying by your own hand was the trick though he had been nervous to see. Nervous to know what it would do to you. 

Well, now he knew. 

You were livid. Never had you felt so betrayed, and you made sure he was well aware of your anger towards him. Something told you that he felt it in your lack of appearances since you had yet to face him fully since arriving. 

“The Dark Lord has requested your presence today.”

A demon who had been appointed to your side ran a brush through your hair, gently ridding the strands of any tangles that had formed while you slept. You had told them day one that you could do it yourself but they insisted. Tending to you was now their duties and they had to do as commanded. 

“You can tell the Dark Lord to kiss my ass,” you mocked. 

The demon held back what you thought was the semblance of a chuckle, their unusually long fingers continuing to ready your hair for the day. 

“Forgive me for being so blunt, but I think it would be best if you spoke with him. Perhaps let your grievances out however you see fit?” 

Had you not done that the moment your memories returned? You very much recall throwing a heavy tea pot at his head, although he had dodged it with ease. Were your shouts of frustration not enough? Your tears? 

It wasn't that you were upset to be back with him. You were more so mad about how he had gotten you here this time. There had to be some other way that left out the whole dying part. 

“What's your name?” 

The demon paused briefly at your question. You could tell they had never been asked before, though you weren't sure if it was because everyone else here knew how things went or if no one simply cared. 

“I don't remember.” 

This confused you. Shifting a bit in your seat, you turned your upper body to look at the creature. They were definitely a sight to behold; scaly skin that glistened as if perpetually wet, yellow eyes with only the smallest white pupil appearing like a cat’s, a row of chipped horns going down the center of their head. 

You had stopped being scared of the demons here long ago. 

“Lowly demons, such as myself, lose their names upon becoming what we are. We are simply demon. The others, the ones you've probably heard of in some capacity within your mortal stories, are given new names when they become His strongest warriors.” 

Out of all of your ventures here, you had never been told about the inner workings of the land. You found it to be interesting. 

“Oh…” You felt silly for even asking, now also concerned that you had probably brought up a sore subject for the demon. No name? No identity? You couldn't imagine. 

Once the demon had somehow managed to weave deep red garnets and black diamonds into your hair, you were sent off to where Noah would be waiting. You tried to fight it, arms crossed over your chest as you sat pouting on the edge of the bed, but eventually the demon helped you realize that Noah would see you whether you wanted it or not. It was wise for you to go to him. 

And so you did. Like some sort of invisible string leading you to him, you managed to find him standing on the large balcony that jutted out from the castle, overlooking his land in silence. His posture straightened upon sensing your arrival, gaze now set only on you. 

“You look…” Onyx eyes raked up and down your body, no shame detected within them as he took in the black gown you had been instructed to put on. You didn’t want to admit to him the way his heavy stare made you feel. There was already a tingling in your lower stomach that radiated down between your thighs - no. You wouldn't fall for it that easily this time. 

“Don't,” you merely requested, a hand being held up to signal for him to stop any further words. Steps were then taken around him so you could approach the railing of the balcony, the carved stone cool beneath your touch as you tightly grasped it. 

“You're still angry…”

You said nothing. Silence overtaking you. 

“I…” he began, his voice falling while trying to gather his thoughts. Never had he been so concerned about anyone else before. Never had he been forced to wonder what the right thing would be to earn your forgiveness. 

“I'm sorry that things had to happen this way.”

Well, that weak excuse for an apology definitely made you want to yell at him to shove it up his ass. 

Your jaw clenched, knuckles turning white from the death grip you held on the stone railing. It would surely crack and splinter if any more of your strength was to be endured. 

“I liked your hair better longer,” you finally spoke, though you didn't look his way. Instead, your gaze remained focused out into the night, slowly cataloging and memorizing every dip and valley. 

“That you was nicer.”

Noah slowly shook his head as he reached out to lightly touch your hair, heated fingertips brushing the strands from your bare shoulder to reveal the curve of your neck. 

“Funny, because that was me, just in a slightly altered form to keep up appearances.”

As if he could read your thoughts, he continued. 

“I was never human, you know this. So, there are no other versions of me like there have been of you. There's only one. That's how it'll forever be.” 

Anger flared within you. “You're telling me…that you've been able to come to Earth this entire time? That I haven't needed to brutally die again and again to be with you? You are an insufferable mons-”

A strong hand grasped your arm, turning your body and pulling you in closer. You could tell that Noah wanted to speak to you as if you were one of his demons, someone for him to control, but he managed to contain his rage. 

“Do you know the danger I put my entire realm in just to walk amongst the living with you for an extended period of time? To go for my own selfish reasons and not because of my duties? To help guide you back to me? You're blind to the repercussions this land faced. Souls piled up, punishments halted, everything at a standstill. Do you think that has ever happened before?”

Silence as your eyes searched his. 

“We may have spent one night together on Earth, but the sheer amount of deaths within that singular night that went unprocessed…” 

Noah shuddered at the thought, his grip on you then loosening before releasing completely. 

“Think of me what you will, but what I did was for us. Everything I've done, and will do again and again, for us.”

You wanted to understand. You wanted to touch his face and tell him everything was okay. You wanted to press yourself into him and let his warmth overtake you. 

You wanted so many things, but none of it was what you did. 

Instead of giving into these wants and needs, you gave him one last look and then turned on your heel to saunter back into the farthest reaches of the castle. 

× × ×

The only thing you truly despised about this place was the lack of time. While you had an abundance of it, more than you could ever ask for, you still had no idea how much had passed. Days? Months? Hell, maybe a century? Time didn't work the same way here as it did on Earth, which you already knew, but it surely did drag when you were choosing to spend it alone. 

You had attempted to keep track of it at the beginning but eventually gave up when nothing fit the way it should have in your human mind. Noah even offered to set a sleep schedule, though that disappeared rather fast when his duties became too much to juggle along with it. 

A heavy sigh expelled from you as you flipped over onto your back. Your eyes stared through the darkness of your bedroom and up to the high ceiling where the same stars as the night sky beyond the open window danced along. A neat little trick Noah did when he knew you were restless. He may have been an asshole but he knew how to make you melt when showing his softer side. A side no one had ever seen before you. 

With another huff, you caved. 

Moments later you were standing in front of his bedroom door after having gently knocked. The door opened almost immediately, revealing his relaxed form sitting upon a grandeur bed with papers strewn about. It was always funny to see him do actual work especially when you had never witnessed anyone outside of the demons wandering the halls. 

Sometimes you'd hear other voices when he was locked away in his study, but nothing beyond that. 

“Stars didn't work?” 

You twisted your lips, head shaking in a single motion. 

“They're nice - beautiful - but it's not the same as…” you trailed off for a moment while trying to decide how much of your pride you were willing to spill down the drain. Not the same as when we're laying together. 

Noah noticed, he knew what you were going to say. He allowed you to keep the stubborn pride for now. In a snap the papers cleared away from a spot on the bed for you, an invitation to join him. 

Sitting against him, your knees bent to the side and your head resting on his shoulder, he continued to work. He would occasionally look over at you, brush your hair back, lightly touch your lips or cheek, then focus again. 

How you had managed to wrap Death around your finger, you would never know. 

“Can I ask a question?” 

Noah nodded, the paper in his hand being placed down so he could fully focus on you now. Another thing you loved about him: he never made you feel as if your presence was a bother. No matter what he was in the middle of. 

“Is this how you've always looked? Or do you only appear like this to me?” 

A crooked smile appeared on his features, his eyes crinkling in the corners just as you remembered from your brief time on Earth with him. 

“Why do you ask?” 

Avoidance - as usual. 

“I don't know…I mean, when it comes to humans, you are either shown as a skeleton in robes or this otherworldly beautiful man without flaws.” You shrugged. 

You didn't add on that you were also curious as to what was real. 

Noah didn't taunt you for your poor wording choice. He knew he was beautiful and he knew that you also knew this, but he understood what you meant. 

“Technically,” he began while rubbing his chin as if trying to find the right way to describe it to you, “I'm without a body because what I am transcends physical being.” 

Okay, that you could understand, at least for the most part. Was it still an odd thought? Yes, of course. All of this was odd. 

“But I've chosen to take on a flesh and blood form, even before you came along the first time. It helps to do so in my line of work…so the souls can relate, maybe feel a bit of comfort for a brief moment.” 

As he spoke you traced random designs and patterns into the top of his thigh, your fingertip slowly dragging along the soft material of his pants. You inwardly smirked to yourself when you noticed him shiver as your fingers traveled higher along his inner thigh. 

“I may have adjusted a few things specifically for you, though.” 

“That's why you have all the tattoos?” Your hand left his thigh so you could lightly touch the front of his neck, eyes focused on the inked designs that were quite an interesting choice for him. The religious visuals weren't lost on you - you knew why he had chosen those in particular. A cruel mocking to those above. A middle finger to the “Light Ones” who were always trying to act all better-than-thou. 

You didn't tell him that this was quite a human response just to spare you the glare he would surely respond with. 

“And the lisp?” You further teased, a smile finally gracing your lips again. 

“Again - makes me relatable.”

You hummed in thought, watching him as he watched you. Noah had yet to return to his work meaning he knew there was more you wanted to say. And while this was true, you were more so transfixed by how close you two were. You could feel his breath on your face and see the patterns of different brown shades within his irises, both combined drawing you closer and closer until finally your lips collided with his. 

Were you still mad at him? Yes, very much so, but that didn't change the feelings you had for him. The tether between you was far too strong, probably impossible to snap. 

Noah didn't waste any time as your kiss deepened and intensified. He leaned back into the pillows of his bed, drawing you with him until your body almost completely covered his. You touched along his face and down his chest, eager fingers tugging and pushing at the shirt he wore. You needed him now. 

There were moments when you both liked to take your time, each unwrapping the other like a precious gift, fully savoring the anticipation. Then there were times when it was impatient and needy, as if you couldn't get him inside of you fast enough. Simply a blur of hands until you were both naked without the pesky barriers of clothes getting in the way of your desires.

One guess as to which side you were both currently feeling. 

As your clothes were stripped away, flimsy lace being tossed aside, you further crawled on top of him. Knees pressed down onto either side of his hips, your nails scratching along his inked chest before firmly grasping his broad shoulders. The kiss you shared had yet to cease, both of you kissing the other with a desperate need; sweeping tongues and clashing of teeth. 

Noah released your hips to cup your breasts within his large hands, thumbs skimming and circling your sensitive nipples to pull a faint whimper from you. Chills formed over your heated skin, your teeth roughly sinking into his lower lip that caused him to hiss and pinch your nipples in return. 

“Behave,” he lowly threatened while you could only pout in response. 

Both hands then fell from your chest; one dropped to begin pushing his last article of clothing down as the other gripped tight into your hair. Noah roughly yanked your head to the side to further expose your neck, his lips immediately kissing a hot trail to your jaw. He knew exactly what teasing your neck did to you, arousal pooling between your thighs as you needily whimpered for him. 

“And you thought you'd be able to stay away.” 

You wanted to knee him right in the side for the petty comment, but he was already adjusting your position and tugging you higher up on his hips so you could hover above his hard cock. 

Noah smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking at the sensitive spot right below your ear. The moment his teeth nipped at the same spot he pushed your hips down so the wide swollen head of his cock could force through your tight entrance. You gasped and he groaned in unison, his own muscles straining from the vice grip your cunt already had on him. 

“I can stay away,” you countered. “I just didn't want to.”

The devilish gleam returned to his eyes while gazing up at you, knowing that deep down you also knew you couldn't stay away. It didn't matter what your stubborn protest said. 

Releasing your hair, both of Noah’s hands held tight to your hips. You were still trying to adjust to his size, slowly easing yourself down another inch, but he was clearly much more impatient than you were. This was proven when he forced your hips all the way down until they sat flush against his, the entirety of his cock tunneling through your pussy. Of course how wet you were helped, but nothing could ease the tight stretch. 

Your head tossed back as you released a loud moan, all other thoughts leaving your mind except for those of him. Sharp nails dug so deep into his chest that you swore you would draw blood - not that Noah would care. 

“Good girl,” the Dark Lord rasped. 

His impatience didn't end there. Although he wanted to be kind and let you find your bearings, there was truly no need when he was well aware that you liked things just as he did: rough, animalistic, whatever you wanted to call it. 

Keeping you steady atop him, his hips thrusted up from the bed in rapid succession, angling just right to make sure your body quivered and your cries of pleasure never ceased. Noah loved watching you come undone for him, loved seeing your stubbornness overtaken by your pure need for the sensations that only he could give you. Everything about it, from the sounds you made to the way your face contorted in pleasure, was addicting. 

You could barely contain yourself as he continued to drive his throbbing cock straight up into you. Your pussy fluttered, more and more of your arousal slipping free until it ran down his length and helped aid in his endeavors to completely ruin you. Noah knew that you were already close, he could tell by the way your moans became more frequent and heightened in pitch. 

“That's it,” he grunted as his hands tightened around your waist and he forced you down to roughly meet the upward thrusts of his hips. “Let go.”

As if on command, your body seized and your back arched. An orgasm ripped through you, claiming full control as you trembled and your hips jerked, the pleasure so intense that you couldn't even make a sound. 

Noah had no intentions of stopping, though. He settled down against the bed, still buried as deep as possible within the warmth of your climaxing cunt. His grip fell from your waist to your hips, now guiding you in a back and forth grind to keep you overstimulated and whimpering for him. 

“You're so fucking beautiful when you cum for me.” 

In a swift motion he had you on your back, the papers from his work crunching beneath you, some digging into your skin but it was of no concern to you right then. You were basking in the high of your orgasm, well aware that there was more to come. Noah never stopped at just one. He had to bring you as close to breaking as he possibly could before he was satisfied. Sometimes that could be done in as little as two rounds and sometimes you were at it for hours until you had lost count of your orgasms and forming any sort of coherent thought was impossible. 

Not daring to pull out from your warmth, Noah brought one of your legs over so your lower half twisted for him, leaving you open and vulnerable but still capable of seeing each other. You quivered as you felt the thick rigid veins that lined his cock throb when they shifted within you, every inch of you sensitive from the orgasm you were still coming down from. 

Noah had a hold of your ass in one hand and your thigh in the other to make sure you remained right where he wanted you as he slowly pulled out until just the head of his cock remained. Then, he used every bit of strength he had to thrust right back into you, the pace being set slow but impossibly hard. Your jaw clenched and your toes curled, your body barely able to handle what Noah presented to you. 

You shook your head, squeaks and whimpers of words unsaid escaping from your throat. He knew what he was doing to you, though. He knew exactly what angles to fuck you from that would leave you dumb - for lack of a better term. 

“Is it too much for you, my love?” He taunted, a mock sympathetic tone to his voice. 

To show that he didn't care, he only picked up his speed, the driving force behind his hips remaining relentless. The harsh slap as your bodies collided sounded through the room, followed by a piercing smack when his strong hand came down upon your ass cheek, mixing with your symphony of moans. Your walls ached and burned but you didn't dare request he stop, not even for a moment, though you didn't truly want him to. You loved when he would get like this, a sort of sadistic gleam flaring in his dark eyes despite trying to pleasure you to the best of his abilities. 

“Touch yourself.” 

The demand made you whine under your breath. Noah knew what he was doing. You managed to slip your hand down between your clamped thighs, a fingertip brushing the swollen nerves ever so softly, but it was enough to make your body twitch and your cunt clamp tighter around his cock. His brows pulled together, the hold he had on you tightening. 

It was too much. Your body was so sensitive, and touching your clit was that mixture of pleasure and pain that made your abdomen muscles tense and your hips writhe. 

“I didn't say to stop,” Noah hissed through gritted teeth. How he had known you paused your fingers over your clit, you weren't sure, but you quickly obeyed his demand again. 

“N-Noah…” you whimpered, tears brimming your eyes and threatening to spill over. You looked up at him through your watery vision, though you were still able to make out the smirk he wore upon his flushed cheeks. Not even the damp strands of dark hair could cover that look in his eyes as he gazed down at you, enamored with all that you were. 

“Uh uh,” he shook his head. “If you stop, then so do I.” 

Fuck. That was the last thing you wanted. It may have been too much and overwhelming but you were desperate to cum again. Not only that, but you needed to feel him filling you as well. You needed his cum seeping out of you, warming you from the inside out. Breathing a life into you that was ironic for Death. 

His grip remained tight on your thigh though his other hand slithered up to knead at your breast, his fingers digging into your flesh, pinching and tugging your nipple. You were getting close again, so so close. As your own fingers continued to rub your clit, each stroke sending electric shocks through you, you released moan after moan, crying out his name in pleasure. 

“Next time we should place a bet on how long you can go without my dick,” he spoke through his own groans, the strain evident in his voice. 

Noah released your breast and instead secured his long tattooed fingers around your throat. His grip was tight, a silent reminder that he could easily crush your airways if he ever had the desire to do so. Which he didn't - he would never lay a hand on you in ways you didn't beg for - but the danger of it, the possibility, radiated down to your core and helped build your oncoming climax. 

“I know you're constantly needy for it. I can smell your arousal when I'm near, so sweet and intoxicating…” 

His voice was raw and deep, each word sending you closer to the edge. Every touch to your body felt like a flame licking your skin, tears still welling in your eyes, your cunt desperate for both your release and his. 

“Please…” you begged in a breathless whisper as your fingers circled your clit in a messy rhythm, unable to get pace with his brutal pounding. 

Noah’s lips twitched within his lingering smirk when your pleas met his ears, the sound causing his cock to twitch and his hips to snap in a quick succession into you. 

A single nod was given, allowing you the gift of an orgasm, and also letting you know that even he couldn't find his words anymore. He was far too focused on the tight grip of your pussy that was swallowing him deeper, almost like he could hear it begging for his cum. If that didn't feed his already oversized ego, then nothing would. 

The pressure built until you couldn't stand it anymore. Your fingers and toes tingled, a white hot heat exploding throughout the entirety of your body as you were overcome with your orgasm. Sharp nails raked down his forearm, skin breaking in their path and sullying the tattoos, though you knew it would heal rapidly. Your cunt erupted in a rush that soaked the sheets and also managed to push Noah right over the edge with you. Typically he had better control, but sometimes it was even too much for him. 

“Fuck…you're so good at taking it, you always are.” 

A final thrust had him emptying inside of you, feeding you that particular warmth you had been desperate for. You hummed in delight, your eyes heavy lidded but focused solely up on him so you could witness his undoing. Noah’s eyes closed and brows furrowed, his jaw falling slack as your name was groaned from him once, twice, three times. You could feel his muscular thighs trembling and you just knew he was trying his best not to collapse on you from the power of his orgasm and also the workout he had just put himself through. 

Neither of you had fully calmed before he was leaning down and forcing his lips to yours. He held firm to your chin for the duration of the hungry kiss, though it didn't last nearly as long as you would have preferred. 

Breaking from the kiss, Noah sat back up so he could slowly withdraw from your depths. He groaned at the sight of your mixed finishes dripping free, only to gently slide two fingers into your pussy with the gathered cum so you didn't lose a drop. You whimpered at the feeling, legs now spread in front of him and knees shaking. 

“Noah,” you murmured in a faint whine. “I can't.” 

Your protest didn't stop his fingers from slowly working their way in and out of your sore pussy, the strokes gentle but still overwhelming. 

“I know, my love, I just wanted to see those tears again.” 

And tears you had - a couple of stray drops falling down your cheeks, mixing with the sweat that you both exuded. 

Only when he was satisfied did he remove his fingers, just to bring them to your awaiting lips. As if on instinct you pulled them into your mouth, cheeks hollowing and tongue swirling around his inked digits to clean his cum and yourself from them. 

“Good girl.” 

Thankfully, Noah let you rest. He easily could've gone again and again but he knew you were merely a mortal (undead or not) and he didn't want the fine line between pleasure and strictly pain to be crossed. Experiencing both was one thing, something you both enjoyed and gave consent to, but forcing you to entertain only the latter for his own selfish needs was not desirable to him. 

You drifted in and out of restful sleep as you curled into Noah’s side. Your head rested upon his chest, legs tangled, his strong arm encompassing you and keeping you close. The featherlight touch of his fingertips trailing up and down your arm brought goosebumps forward, though the loving affection had you luling to sleep again. That is, until he spoke what had been plaguing his mind. 

“They're going to come for you,” he murmured, a sadness in his voice. “The Light Ones.” 

A slight sound escaped you, your head slowly shaking. Your own arm circled around his bare torso, now hugging yourself even closer to his form. Even though he was Death, something everyone feared, he had always brought a sense of peace over you. 

“Why do you let them?” 

In the past Noah had protested when they'd come for you; he would yell and threaten and make them force you away from him if they were going to take you. Never did he truly fight, though. 

A deep inhale caused your head to drift up, and then slowly back down when he exhaled. You knew he was trying to find how to word his response in a way you would understand, or at least so he wouldn’t inadvertently offend you. 

“Because at least then I know I'll see you again. If I fight, go to war for you, the Light Ones could end your bloodline completely.” 

“As in…”

“You would cease to exist. No other versions. No rebirths. I'd only have my memories of you to keep me going for the rest of eternity.” 

All of that for one lousy human? That was the main thing that had always confused you. You didn't understand why you being with Noah was so frowned upon. Why they wanted to make him suffer. Why they were determined to keep you apart. What sort of threat did his happiness pose? 

“It's not 'normal’ for us to love because it's not what we were created for, especially not me. The Light Ones claim to have love for all, whereas I'm supposed to be the other side of the coin - the hate.” Noah took in another deep breath as if explaining it all to you physically pained him. Having to admit what his purpose was…it brought him hurt, and in turn, that hurt you. 

“So for me to love, and to place all that love in one person, it makes me…” he paused and his arm around you tightened. 

“It makes us dangerous.” 

This is when you tilted your head up to look at him. Your eyes met and you offered a gentle smile, one to show him that you understood, but that didn't mean you had to accept it. You wouldn't. Not anymore. 

“I'm tired of only being able to see you in death,” you softly spoke. Your fingertips grazed slowly along the underside of his jaw and then down the curve of his neck, your gaze following the trail. When you got to the snake you paused, your nail lightly tracing the outline. “I want to fight.” 

Noah shook his head and soon his hand clasped around your own, your fingers intertwining together. “I won't risk losing you forever. I can't.” 

“And I will,” you challenged, your voice stern. “What you do here in your realm should be none of their concern. You're the fucking King, remember? Or have you already forgotten yelling that at me millenia ago?” 

The faintest of smirks tugged at the corners of his lips - of course he remembered. Noah remembered every minute, every second, that he has ever spent with you. Nothing could take those memories from him. 

“We'll discuss this further in the morning, after you've slept and had some breakfast.” 

With that, Noah blew the candle out on the conversation. The dark now surrounded you both, only the twinkling of the stars he had summoned able to be seen on the ceiling above. 

[dark-moonlust]

Unmasking Desire

Commission October 2024 for anon!! This has so much sass, enemies-to-lovers vibes and smut!

Pairing: male Fae (Eli Thorn) x fem Vampire (Mara Sinclair)

Summary: a female vampire named Mara and a male fae named Eli are professors at the same university. They have been rivals since they met but they’ve been assigned to work on something together by the head of their department. Despite their attempts to get out of it, they agree to meet up to get the project done. Emotions are unleashed, their desire unmasked.

Warnings: 18+, oral (fem+male) foreplay, p in v sex, overstimulation, in public but magic keeps it private and no one finds them, many orgasms (fem), size kink, dirty talk, big fae🍆, lots of 💦.

Copyright @ 2024 by Kate Hart This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent. This is a commissioned short story and will be posted on the author’s sites for others to enjoy.

Late evening found Mara sitting in the back corner of the library, her legs crossed, drumming her dark-red nails against the leather arm of the velvet sofa. It was a quiet Saturday, no one was around. The library was open for her convenience. Moonlight filtered through the tall, narrow windows, sending faint shadows across the room. Silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face but her lips were twisted, a frown on her features.

She didn’t like waiting—especially when it was for him.

Professor Eli Thorn.

He was the last damn male in existence she would have chosen to cooperate with.

The project.

It was the worst duty she'd ever been given. Runes and magical artifacts from the Lost Ages. The words of the chief department still rang out in her mind. He had handed in this assignment at them with a single directive: "You two are some of our best minds and I'll expect you to work together, whatever your personal differences. Your research will provide remarkable intel for our university.”

Of all the damn people she had to cooperate with him.

Of course, Mara had tried to wriggle her way out of the assignment no matter how great. But the head of their department had been firm. Mara was busy enough already and working with Professor Thorn was going to be a pain in the butt. He grated on her nerves. He was a silver-tongued devil who thrived in finding ways to pry into her carefully guarded life, somehow invading every hour of her day with his maddening charisma.

Mara had watched him glide through lectures with ease, the students and fellow professors eating out of his hand, captivated by his calm, dark voice. Yet for some strange reason, Professor Eli Thorn decided to focus all of that energy on her. No matter what assignment she chose, no matter how tough her research, he always managed to find a way into her orbit, arranging things so he could poke her logic.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. Her gaze sharpened as the door finally opened, the subject of her thoughts entering with that cocky, unconcerned strut that made her bite her lips and shift uncomfortably in her seat. Damn it… there it went again, that unnecessary attraction she felt every time she saw the irritating fae.

Tall and well-built, he strolled in the room, looking damn fine in a dark, brown vest over a crisp, white shirt, its sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, lean forearms tattooed with runes—signs of the ancient fae magic he possessed. His hands were also inked and full of veins, his fingers long and deft. He wore a single accessory: a silver ring set with a black opal, a powerful heirloom from his ancestors.

His face was sharply defined, clean shaven and as if crafted by an artist with an aristocratic jawline, slightly pointy ears, high cheekbones, a smirking mouth and chocolate dark skin. Eyes the color of deep green settled on her with a knowing glance. His lashes were long, his hair as black as midnight, falling to just below his jaw. Mara had noticed— completely randomly— that he often brushed it back when lost in thought or just in casual charm.

Why had that unimportant detail entered her mind again?

Clearing her throat, she returned his gaze boldly. “You are late, Professor Thorn.”

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he sat down irritatingly beside her on the sofa. “Missed me, Mara?”

“You keep calling me by my name when I’ve never given you leave to do so.”

“I know that deep down you just love it.”

Her jaw tightened. “I prefer it when people keep the professional boundaries.”

He didn’t reply and gazed at her silently, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, taking in her cold, almost regal stance. He lingered just a touch too long over her figure, noticed the way she tightened her thighs and he cursed himself for it. She was a creature of precision and discipline, yet at the same time, a living temptation, a dangerous mystery.

Yes, Eli thought silently, the vampiress was a vision, sitting there in a demure dark red dress that hid most of her smooth porcelain-pale skin. Yet, somehow, it managed to make her appear even more luscious, driving him mad with longing. She was tall, with generous curves and magnificent silver hair that fell in thick curls down her shoulders, reaching past her waist. Her hair was truly captivating, framing her face like a halo, emphasizing her striking blood-red eyes and lips— full bow-shaped lips, hiding her fanged teeth.

Eli had never met anyone like her. She was all prim, razor-edged disapproval and looked at him as if he were beneath her as if she'd rather drive a stake through his heart than spend another moment with him. But she also tugged at something deeper inside him, something darker within. There was a fire beneath that graceful pride of hers and he could sense it shimmering, scent her desire.

And the more he sensed that heat, the more he wanted to expose it—to shatter her walls, lay her bare, breathless and powerless, beneath, above him, in every position possible, every part of her entangled with him.

Bloody hell… he doubted he could complete the assignment after all. His defenses were crumbling. His patience snapping.

Eli swallowed back his innate craving and forced himself to focus.

"So," he said, breaking the tense silence between them. "How do you propose we divide the work, then?”

“I suggest we work separately and discuss only when necessary. I prefer my partners silent and obedient.”

Eli lounged back in his seat, his legs outstretching, arms nonchalantly folded across his chest. "Silent and obedient? Oh, Mara…" he drawled, allowing her name to slide off his lips. "It’s such a shame. I was never any good at obeying."

“Which, frankly, makes me question why I'm stuck with you.”

“Oh, poor you. But go ahead, sweetheart. Try pretending you don't want me here.”

“Enough with the useless talk. This project takes dedication and competence, I don’t want it to take forever, can we begin please?”

He grinned and stretched out with a leisurely look, obviously taking his time. "You know, judging by the fire in your eyes, it as if you wish you could make me disappear into thin air."

Eli saw her smile. Her lips curved, just a little, cute fangs peeking —and damn it, she was lovely.

“Was that a smile?” He leaned forward, his scent taunting her senses. “Pretty. Do it again.”

“Do you really think you're going to get to me with this nonsense?” she murmured, turning open her notebook in an attempt to avoid him.

He laughed. “How you wound me.”

She slammed her notebook shut and sighed. "If only.”

Another low husky laugh while he brushed his hair back and Mara couldn’t help but follow that motion. Warmth pooled in her belly and she flung herself up, quickly widening the gap between them. She hated him and his commanding, alluring energy that prickled her flesh.

No, she thought. Professor Eli Thorn was distracting and irritating. Nothing more.

Mara approached the tall bookcases but before she could grab a book, he was there, his chest pressing against her. Her notebook dropped to the floor and she clutched the bookshelf as she felt every line of his muscular chest against her back, his orangy musky scent surrounding her. He tantalized her senses, made her body tinkle in heat, liquid warmth trickling from her pussy. And yet she didn’t pull away.

“What are you— we are supposed to be looking over texts—ancient runes—”

“Hmmm,” he interrupted huskily. “It’s a project that will take a lot of work and cooperation.”

“Your games, Professor Thorne are pointless.”

“Tell me, Mara—do I get under your skin as much as you get under mine?” he drawled, his warm breath tricking her ear. He was at the end of his tether. Fuck patience. Fuck everything.

“I repeat, your games are pointless.”

“Liar.”

In a swift motion, he turned her over, his hard chest squeezing against her breasts and pressing her back against the shelves. Strong arms encircled her as she gasped and placed her palms into his chest, splaying her fingers wide to feel his muscles contract. Damn, he felt so good, so hard and unyielding, his scent wrapping around her.

“Yes, you are a liar,” he repeated, his voice husky, “you keep biting your lips, rubbing your thighs together.” He leaned down, his smirking lips inches from her own. “I can scent you, my naughty little vampiress. Your pussy must be soaked. Must be feeling so sore and needy down there, hm?”

“Is it amusing, Professor Thorne?” Mara’s voice was smooth but there was tension in her crimson eyes. “Treating me like this?”

“Amusing? Oh, absolutely.” His hands reached out, fingers burying in her silky hair. “I mean, how often do I get to see the perfect Mara Sinclair looking like she’s about to snap?“

"Release me. You're insufferable."

Mara struggled but didn’t use the full force of her strength. She could have him off of her in a few lethal movements, but she didn’t want to. She liked him exactly where he was. And he obviously liked it, too. He didn’t budge and chuckled low and deeply which both frustrated and left her breathless.

"And you enjoy every second of it, don't you? Go ahead, confess it. You pretend to hate me but you want me,” he drawled, pressing the head of his erection against her belly. “Gods, you drive me mad. I’ve wanted you ever since I looked at you.”

“If you think I’ll be drawn by your juvenile attempts at flirting, think again.“

“Oh, but you’re calling this flirting. And you know what? I believe there is a part of you that appreciates how I make you feel something other than perfect, something real."

Mara opened her mouth to reply only to have her breath shallowed by his mouth. His lips brushed against hers, tasted her before coaxing the seam apart and plunging inside. He growled at her taste, pinning her hands on either side of her head, his body pressing down on hers, his cock hard and pulsing. Nearly melting against him, Mara gave him her mouth, freely, opening at his invasion, their breaths and moans mingling. 

Eli broke apart the kiss for a second, marveling at her kiss-swollen lips. “All you have to do is let go for once.”

“So that you can break me?" Mara replied, half-dazed by the kiss.

His grin grew nasty, his green eyes flaring with something predatory. "Never. I’ll let you break me apart, sweetheart, do whatever you want with me.”

And then he was kissing her again, this time devouring her lips and letting his tongue taste her mouth. Mara felt her knees go weak and tried to pry her hands free. After a few tugs, he set her free and she hungrily roamed her hands over his body, touching his broad back, feeling up the muscles of his chest and shoulders. 

“Damn, Mara,” he groaned and gave a sharp thrust against her clothed belly. “It fucking hurts— hurts to be so hard for you.”

“Eli…” she whispered as she let her barriers fall, the carefully formed shields she had created collapsing under his touch.

“Finally, you called me by my name.”

His gaze met hers and she felt herself falling into the passionate green of his eyes, the desire simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to swallow them both. The line between desire and restraint snapped— it no longer mattered.

She was done hiding her emotions for him.

Done playing.

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[cowgirlcherrie]

❍ ACERBUS ! ━━ ellie williams.

⤹ pairing: vampire! ellie x slayer! reader

synopsis: the undead is restless, and an immortal blood sucker arrises for her last dance on earth. Beholding a slayer who has greater plans to lower the blood hungry vampire back into the ground

content: 18+ MDNI! blood mention. death/ talks of death. violence. betrayal. gaslighting. manipulation. hunting/killing. v similar to buffy the vampire slayer. kissing. talks of sex but not directly smut, smut adjacent honestly. vampire! slayer! abby but strictly platonic to the reader. L-Bombs. betrayal. weapons (no guns just daggers n stakes). Ellie is super damon salvatore + katherine coded in this. food play(with cherries). biting. sub-ish loser! ellie. Toxic/dark! ellie

Adficio. To weaken, discourage. To damage or to break.

Adficio was your finger. Coated in the saltiest vibrant red, gooey, and thick. Liquids dripped down the sides of the cushioned flesh and flowed never-ending through you. It tasted metallic, iron pulsating through the liquid; and salty, overly salted. Your tongue ran over the edge of your finger at your paper cut. It stung miserably but you had to get back to work.

As if it wasn’t already late, the sun setting with a musky burnt orange across the sky peeking through the rounded church glass windows of the artifact museum you were ecstatic to go home. Excited to take the warmest shower until the water was scorching hot against your skin and sleep comfortably in your queen-sized plush bed.

You weren’t expecting any more customers this evening, especially with recent town curfews due to mysterious deaths you were preparing to leave right after the key twisted in the lock. With 20 minutes left until closing, you finished dusting off the case of the bookshelf, putting the cream coffee-tinted paper (with your blood still tinting a corner) away into the hefty black book with gold embedded in the spine. 

It was an interesting piece of literature, somewhere amongst the lines of old-town supernatural lore and purely fiction but you loved it. It made you hungry, yearning for just a bite wanting more, wanting to sink your teeth into your own flesh. It was important and delicate thin papered copies; and faulty legal documents about a vampire who was rumored to live forever. Pictures; missing from the pages with the name scribbled out in white out. No gun, no knife, no magical life-threatening injury could kill her and she was forever cursed with the pain and treachery to live forever. Although you knew it wasn’t real you still felt yourself being a conspiracist and empathetic. Almost remorseful for the forever young vampire who didn’t ask for a life of immortality. Everything was a little unfair, even for the mundane. 

A bell chimed, signally that someone had walked into the museum. Thick-soled boots against the dark wood, creaking beneath them with every step. Shunned light on a lanky and average-height girl, drenched in black from head to toe. You naturally ignored her presence, that was what the bell was for; for questions and giving you the excuse to actually be bothered. So you continued your lonesome activities as proceeded. Picking up your thick wool scarf, wrapping it around your neck in loops; turning off the monitors, and locking the registers. 

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell with a toothy smirk on her face. Eyeing your figure almost as if you were a bakery-crafted treat as Ellie ran her tongue against the tip of her pointy canines. 

“Hi” 

Just Hi? You scrunched up your face in confusion at the girl’s rather awkward and sudden intro, her voice was raspy yet soft n direct but she kept her communication clear. If you were being honest she looked dead. Skin pale and drained of any colors besides her cheeks and the root red on her lips, sunken circles around her green ember eyes. She didn’t even look real.

“We are about to close so any prolonged question can wait until tomorrow.” you confessed, keeping it short and sweet, as the girl in front of you only frowned. 

You turned your back for a second, reaching into the mini locker behind the desk to grab your coat and your keys, pulling the fabric closer to your chest, when amidst the silence —

DING! 

Ellie hit the bell again, making you groan as you turned slowly to look at the auburn-haired girl showcasing a sarcastic smile before reverting her face to a serious expression. 

“I am Ellie, and you…you look like you can help me” Ellie whispered sweetly; playfulness rang in her voice as she looked down at the black book that are on the counter. Drool almost dripped out as she looked at the book with her lips parted. 

“Did you miss the part where I said we were—”

“Closing soon, yeah yeah I got it. Don’t care, Listen I just need this book and I promise, I’ll be out of your hair” Ellie pleaded bringing her hands up in a prayer position as she gave you a pout. Slowly gliding her ring-coated fingers against the book, making you rush to pull on it from the other end.

“Sorry not for sale! This isn’t a library” 

“But it’s…fiction, right? You can make another one” Ellie pulled it into her more, her hands slightly overpowering the grip you had on the book.

“Rules are rules, nothing leaves this museum if it’s not rented” 

“So what I am hearing is I can have it?”

“For $100”

Ellie gasped.

“For free? thanks!~” Ellie gave one final tug loosening the book from your very hands and pulling it into her chest. 

“I’ll be back! [HEY!] Don’t worry! Don’t stress probably not with the book! [That’s stealing!] Not if it’s rented! Thank you for your help!” Ellie shouted as she bolted out the door, sticky fingers webbed around the book as she ran out.

Making you let out an exacerbated sigh at the odds. You were so going to get fired. 

Adiuvo  To help or to aid, to assist

If someone told you that the museum book thief would be your girlfriend you would have told them they were lying. It’s been 3 months since the two of you met; 2 that you have officially started dating, although it didn’t feel like it. 

Ellie was more secretive than you thought. A mansion to herself where she lived alone which was oddly dark and gothic, you were for certain she would have caused a black paint shortage. Her house was emblematic of a period piece from the 19th century almost a screenshot of a fragment of time. The only odd thing was the mirrors being covered in every corner. A black satin cloth draped over the gold ribbed mirrors almost stapled there with a DO NOT TOUCH! 

Ellie hated pictures, she hated phones and settled on a rather outdated Blackberry where she really could only text and make important calls.

Ellie also disappeared often during the day, you only ever really saw her when it was rainy or pushing 8 pm. She’d go ghost on a sunny day but made up for it by pampering you with gentle kisses until you were coated in purple at your neck. 

For all of her cons; sins and flaws; aka the disappearing act she made up for it every time. She made it impossible for you to leave. Caging you in by gifting you things that only a fool would leave behind. She gave you a gift of a dainty necklace, as her hands rubbed against your neck to your shoulders placing it right at the center, locking the clasp, and begging you to never take it off. Ellie’s hands didn’t move from behind you when she gave you the necklace that night. It was almost as if she tempted to choke you with it until you listened to her. So you nodded, grabbing onto the little charm, before bringing up a hand to your nose; scrunching your face up at the weird smell the necklace was emulating. Almost like rosemary, thieves, and rotting onion. But you didn’t ask questions, you couldn’t before she whisked you away with a brief kiss to your lips, nibbling at your moisturized lips. 

“You love me, right?” 

You loved her. With all your precious human beating heart you loved her. Loved her so much that you allowed her to get vulnerable with you that night in the bedroom.

Bashful yet bitchy and sarcastic Ellie became demonic, rough, and perfectly submissive. Ellie was a sucker for fruits. The one human food that didn’t make her stomach queasy and the only thing that could satisfy her cravings for your blood. Preferably all red to enhance the eroticism of the taste.

Ellie found passion in draining the juice out of cherries, swirling her tongue over the plump treat poking her fangs out, before dipping her head down gliding the juices amongst your neck from her tongue.

Ellie repeated this action again. Taking the gentle cherry and squeezing it over your neck, swirling its juices onto your skin with her slender fingers before chewing it whole. Licking her finger tips as she swallowed the fruit whole tossing the pit to the floor.

Ellie watched as your neck dripped the dark crimson liquid, rushing to lick it up; before any of it reached your sheets to leave a fresh splosh stain of red. Ellie was drunk off of the sight of you. Licking over you like a lollipop as her tongue scraped your neck, getting close to your ear.

Ellie lost control.

between the bittersweet taste of the cherries, your fresh and loud perfume it was driving her crazy. Ellie thought her head was screwed on tight, but smelling the scent of one she would call her lover Ellie wanted to do nothing more than cover you in her own. Mask you from the world, hiding you away in greed and hunger.

Her hands gripped at the sheets, fist balled up as she masked a moan struggling to do so when your hand was in her pants. Ellie unfolding like a red lace satin ribbon until she was nothing but a soul. Climax rising deeper…and deeper. You were rubbing up and down in between her folds as she shuttered to hold herself up. Your fingers wet and covered in her juices enough for the wetness to fill the room with a simple pat.

Ellie took the initiative to dig her own hand in between your sleep shorts, mirror your hand motions as the lewd sounds escaped your lips in pure appeasement. Clawing at her back like a cat with your freehand.

Ellie was heavy breathing as her pitch got louder and higher, hips bucking as her hair clung to her forehead in fits of sweat.

Ellie turned into nothing but a moaning mess that night. Shrouding her head in your neck pampering kisses until she couldn’t control the cobra shake of her sharpened fangs pricking her tongue, offsetting her tastebuds. No, she couldn't.

Ellie's mind was shouting a mixture of no's and yes's as she tried to pull away only for you to pull her closer. Ellie let out an animalistic growl muttering an oh fuck before she sunk her teeth into your neck.

“Fuck…wait” Ellie moaned out. She was glad you couldn’t see her face, eyebrows furrowed but her eyes a deep red as veins started to crawl through her skin preparing her to finish off the feed.

Ellie knew if she fed off of you she wouldn’t be able to stop. Until you were one of her, a vampire and your beating heart stopped. Like Ellie needed you, she needed the book; she was going to complete the prophecy.

It starts with you, her perfect pawn.

You tasted like a rich pomegranate in the summer, Ellie’s fangs pulsating as it was deep in the flesh on your neck. Shaking your tender flesh in between her teeth like a dog.

Ellie didn't draw blood but punctured the skin, wincing at the sound of your skin separating between her fangs through her gentle ears. You pushed her away squeezing your eyes closed in pain. Skin pulsing and stinging as her mouth left your neck.

“Ow!- did you just…did you just bite me?”

The redhead stopped, freckles coated a red flush amongst her pale skin, Ellie rambled a hundred sorries. Like a deer gone hunting the cherry juice stained her chin and around her mouth as if she had been messy eating and playing into a ruby lipstick. Stumbling and tripping over her feet as she rushed to put her shoes on and head for your front door as you shouted her name behind her.

Her hair was frazzled, her leather jacket discarded, and her fly unfortunately down.

Leaving you in a mess of saliva and cherry juice; with a pulsating bite mark in your kneck.

48 hours and a complicated reddit search later, with Ellie out of your hair; due to her shame and embarrassment was enough time for a blonde hair slayer to play witness protection.

You were steadily growing frustrated at the repetition of the doorbell ringing as the person on the other end was hitting it like a childish teenager playing ding-dong ditch. Rushing to the door slamming it open to be met with a tall buff blonde who was giving you a perfect smile. Likewise to Ellie, she was notably pale, the color drained from her face almost fading away to her hair making her look like a stoned statue. Thick raybands on her eyes as she held up a terribly condition detectives badge.

“Sorry to cause a disruption, but are you y/n?” The girl spoke up, leaning into her one arm that was posted up against the door creating a distance before the two of you. 

You remained silent pushing your knit cardigan closer to cover up your chest in the nippy pre-winter air. 

“I’m Abby, Abby Anderson and I believe you know someone who is being a threat to this town.”

You froze, eyeing Abby in front of you as she dug around into her leather jacket pocket, plucking out a very old square picture. Placing the picture face down into your hands allows you to unveil it as if it were a gift. Curiosity got the best of you, aching and throbbing fingertips as you vastly whipped it over to view your lover. Your heart felt as if a chain wrapped tightly around the delicate artery feeling as if the wind had knocked out of you. It was Ellie. Your Ellie but this time she was wearing Victorian clothing, a white blouse peeking through as it was a perfected headshot photographed with just the right amount of dusting and age. She was the missing piece of the book. The name scribbled out it was all her -- the book was all hers.

“I don’t…” you begin flipping the picture back over and putting it in front of Abby, with your hand out “I don’t know who this is. . .”

“I knew you would say that”

Abby snickered as she looked down rubbing her boots against your welcome matt, 

“I think its time we chat. Could I have a glass of water please” Abby sends a smile as you prepare to turn your back on the blonde in front of you

Abby was always ahead. Ahead of Ellie, ahead of you, she had been hunting for years. After an accidental bite forced her to succumb to vampirism, life only got hard. Abby shrouded herself away finding comfort in putting down ruthless bloodsuckers who had no better job than to compel humans and make them into a tasty blood margarita. Abby didn’t want the same fate for you. Watching Ellie like a hawk; perhaps a stalker. It was all for a good cause. Ellie was awfully sloppy with how she carried the people she fed from. Sinking her teeth into an innocent being as she drank…and drank until their bodies fell cold and limp against the pavement. Ellie let out a sly moan in satisfaction as she watched the life get sucked out of her victims. The blood dripped down her chin, blood-drunk as she laughed in satisfaction as she licked the blood off of her fangs, and from around her lips being careful not to waste a single damn drop. 

Ever since you got in the picture, Ellie’s sloppiness got worse than normal, her drinking patterns have gotten sloppier, and parts of her brain toyed with her. As she strolled the streets at night looking for her midnight snack, sucking the salted liquid through her fangs with her luscious eyes closed, fluttering against the tip of the apple to her cheeks. Ellie saw you. When her eyes closed she pretended that they were you, hell she would never actually do this to you but she couldn’t get your toxic scent out of her mind. Moaning into the neck that she feeds whispering your name as her fangs dig in deeper and suddenly she loses all control, killing the being in the process. Ellie was deeply flawed; allowing a human to get in between the priorities of her stone-cold heart, but whatever she wanted she was certain she would have. 

“I think you have to invite me in first, it’s impolite for me to walk into your wonderful home without permission” Abby confessed, lying straight through her teeth, she didn’t care what was right or wrong she just needed permission or else she wouldn’t be allowed in. 

Deja vu hit you, remembering how Ellie made the same statement the first time she came over to visit you apart from the museum. 

“You may come in”

Acerbus  Bitter, gloomy, and dark. 

Vampire. 

That was a word that was enough to make your stomach curl up into a million knots.

The cold ones. 

No one could have prepared you to put your girlfriend to rest. The person who you saw forever with, wanting to get married and have a couple of children too, was all nothing but a lie and impossible. It was so refreshing to you, like a kiss of air, and nature healing itself, but slowly your emotions and your joy turned into a rotting flower, decaying along with all of your emotions tinted black. Over the course of a few weeks, you’ve sharpened your knives and coated your doors in some kind of vampire repellent given to you by Abby. The blonde has taught you how to hunt and detect vampires, the power of the stake, and what unfinished business Abby had with taking down Ellie.

Ellie on the other hand, you haven’t seen in a few days. Maybe it was because you were distracted; the auburn girl turning to nothing but a whisper and rattle of the leaves, spiraling into another one of her disappearing acts. 

Now you stood at her very own tombstone, which seemed rather distasteful; bless you, but you were trespassing. Trailing behind Abby like a lost puppy as she took a hammer, drawing back her arm to slam onto the lock that was Ellie’s above-ground grave. Abby came up with a bright and elite plan on how to trap Ellie back at the museum, but the two of you couldn’t have done it without the weapon that knocked her into a stone coma for ages. No, it doesn’t kill her, but it would slow her down and freeze her until it was time for her to be brought back; which would be never. You thought it was beautiful, fresh marble and sleek black with roses surrounding the front entrance into her small 4x4 square, which the main entrance was blocked by a gate — with a hefty lock which you assumed was where Ellie’s casket had been placed. 

“The roses are fresh, I think it’s best if we hurry” Abby whispers, matching the tone of the wind that was spirling above the two of you.

Abby took her hands dragging them down at the lock which opened the gate to Ellie’s tomb. The inside was barely lit, with unlit candles surrounding Ellie’s coffin that had the lid wide open with chains dangling from it. Modern-day gothic– and eerie to the touch. As you took careful steps walking around it; it seemed almost impersonal. You wanted to cry and shrivel up, that the way you’d been living for 3 months was a lie, running your hands around the perimeter of her coffin as if you were looking down at a body inside. But there was nobody and you knew the worst would have to come for Ellie to soon return to her rightful place. Abby however got right to work, brushing past you to tap every corner of the brick, reaching for Ellie’s casket, and digging through the built-in cushions. Abby grunts until she stops when her fingers prick a sharp tool. 

“Ow!... I got it” Abby hissed as she pulled out a thick and sleek shiny silver dagger with Latin scriptures engraved into the handle and metal of the knife. Abby briefly wiped it against the leather, twirling it in her hand before taking a bag of mercury and dipping the tip of the knife into the material. All you could do is watch, stake in the back pocket of your jeans that was covered by your jacket. 

“So what now?” you pushed, putting a hand on your hip.

“We get the fuck ou—-”

Abby stopped talking briefly pulling you into a shadow, blocked by a pillar making you go unnoticed.

“What are you—” 

Abby shushed you, reaching a hand up to cover your mouth as you now heard what Abby was hearing. Strong, sloppy footsteps, walking into the tomb as the gate to the entranced creaked.

The stranger groaned before letting out a sniff into the air. 

“Y/n I know you’re here.” Ellie croaked, her voice slurring as she limped towards her own casket hovering over it with a loud creak as your body shook beneath Abby’s gentle touch. 

“The cats out of the bag babe, fuckin’... let’s just talk c’mon” Ellie pleaded as her boots squeaked against the floor as she was visibly pacing. 

You shook your head as Abby briefly turned your body around whispering to you.

It’s the only way. 

With that Abby pushed you out from the hiding spot making you let out a yelp as you stumbled onto the floor in front of Ellie. She looked demonic, unreal almost. Blood dripping down her chin spread against her chest, and her hair was a filthy mess. Her once-green eyes glowed a sweet red under the pale moonlight as she watched you crumble on the floor trying to stand up.

“There you are~” Ellie teased as she took a few steps towards you making you crawl back.

“Thought we were gonna have to play hide and seek glad you’re so smart” Ellie taunted as she turned around kicking over a few candles surrounding her casket. 

“What did you do?” You shouted, groaning as you used the nearby wall to push your weight up.

“Who did you kill?” 

Ellie laughed. You frowned; disgustedly watching as Ellie only laughed at your panicked state. She thought your fear was funny, she could smell it off of you. 

“Why? You scared?” Ellie jabbed tilting her head with a really? expression on her face. 

Ellie reached her arm out for you to take which you stared at as if she was infected, so she took it back rolling her eyes. Ellie slid off her leather jacket and threw it onto the floor at your feet giving you a perfect view of her spaghetti-strapped cami and the tattoo on her arm.

“I think of you when I feed you know…as my teeth sink down into someone so innocent, like a deer…”Ellie began as she walked towards you slowly making you walk backward moving away.

“Get away from me” you gritted taking the stake out from your back pocket and crossing it over your front pointing side up.

“Ooh~” Ellie teased as she walked even closer until the stake was lined up with her heart. “What are you gonna do, kill me?” Ellie whined giving you a false pout similar to when you first met her in the museum and she stole the book.

“Not even a kiss goodbye?” Ellie taunted, as her body hovered over yours pressing deepening to the stake that was carving into her shoulder.

“Only you could hurt me like this, god what are you doing?” Ellie whispered, with that the waterworks came through as you started to cry, sobbing viciously letting out cries of “get away” as she was in front of you.

“Shh…Shh…Shh” Elie started grabbing at your arms with a firm hold from the base of your wrist gripping tightly. “Don’t cry” Ellie comforted you as she kept one arm around yours holding the dagger and another one up at your temple to which she leaned in giving you a kiss on the cheek staining your cheek with blood. Not her blood or your own but someone else, making you cry even more.

“I don’t- I can’t…we’re over Ellie” You cried out, sniffling in between sobs as your head dropped in defeat. 

“I’m sorry I lied to you. . . I’m sorry for what I did. . .I can’t control it, you know that right?” Ellie took a large gulp as she backed away from you shaking out her hands. Ellie was suddenly getting nervous, panicking at the way you were crying.  “I just get these urges, I only feed when I want to feed off you so I don’t hurt you. Babe, please listen to me”

“I have to kill you.” You dropped the bomb as Ellie’s sudden panicked state turned defense; she was getting angry and hostile. “I let you into my home…I let you kiss me, I let you fuck me and you didn’t think once to tell me who you really were”

“How is that fair?”

Ellie was numb, staring at you; her lover with a deadpanned expression on her face, deprived of any emotion, she was being straightforward “If you are gonna kill me don’t use that it’s not gonna work” Ellie spat, backing away as she walked over to her coffin staring down at the white cushioning inside. Finally wiping her chin with the back of her hand. 

“You’re gonna let me kill you?” you inquired, lowering the dagger by your waist as you watched Ellie watch over her own coffin.

“Only you. Because I know eventually you’ll miss me and take it out and set me free.”

“You don’t know that” you shook your head.

“But I do, I always do” Ellie took the initiative to reach into the coffin similar to how Abby did when the two of you first entered the tomb, patting the bedding as her eyes scrunched up in confusion as she looked away from you.

“Wait where is it”

You knew what she was looking for.

“Y/n what did you do with the dagger that was in this coffin…god what is that smell who is in here with you” Ellie was growing pissed off; anger nagging at her as she was looking control again, fangs poking out on instinct as she grew hostile within the room.

“It’s just me…” 

Ellie shook her head closing the coffin. “No someone else is here I can feel them” 

“Ellie…it’s just me” you whispered, trying to convince her as best as you possibly good. There was no way she would buy it, but you could lie your ass off and hope she wouldn’t sniff out the hound. 

“You can’t kill me with that, I say you just go for it and let whoever took the main piece finish me off” 

“Ellie I can’t—”

“I love you!”

You froze, you were her lifeline her weakness. The tether that kept her together as your soul was indefinitely embedded in her own. I love you, so sentimental and meaningful you didn’t wanna use it lightly and in this moment you knew she wasn’t using it against you. 

“Hey…shhh don’t cry, I love you” 

You had no time to prepare, lost in her lustful green eyes, pupils dilating at the sight of you. As Abby snuck behind her, stabbing Ellie in the back making the both of you let out a gasp. Ellie looked down to her chest seeing the dagger poking through the other side of her body. Black blood pooled out and meshed with her black camisole. Ellie tilted her head to look at you, who had your arms steady around her shoulders so she wouldn’t tip over. Your Ellie gave you a faint smile. Your fear-stricken face, eyes wide as you looked at Abby who paced around Ellie to see if the dagger even worked. 

“H-have…fun”

“What?” you jabbed, face scrunching up in confusion. Ellie didn’t look afraid to die, hell she knew you would need her. Her words slurred as she was slowly succumbing to an endless slumber. 

“Have fun, my blood is….blood ‘n your veins…I’ve put…I put my blood in your tea. Good luck being a vampire baby fangs”

Baby fangs. 

Abby shouted NO! Behind you, but it was far too late. Ellie took out her hidden arm revealing a similar dagger to her very own; raising her arm up reflexively to jab it into your own neck as your blood started to pool out. No, it wasn’t going to kill you permanently. However, it would trigger a death into human you and allow you to become what Ellie was. What you tried so hard not to be. 

A bloodthirsty vengeful vampire. 

You panicked at your slow-beating heart; transcending you into a state of permanent drowsiness and immortality. Beats moving slower and slower as if your heart was put in a freezer locker and your body was chilling over. There was nothing you could do, it was too late. Tears pricked your eyes as a salty clear tear dripped down your face as you felt yourself lose consciousness collapsing on top of your already stoning lover. She betrayed you, the sneaky sly fox was ahead of you. A wolf in sheep’s clothing 

“I told you I loved you.”

© cowgirlcherrie

[markpellegrinoimagines]

Soulmate V.2

Request: Could you do a soulmate with lucifer, He kidnaps her and she can see his wings.

Tw: Wing!kink, Smut, Kidnapping, Rough!Foreplay

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Sam and Dean were always telling her that she was too bold. Unafraid of the consequences as she stared down adversaries wether they were demons, Or Angel's. It's most likely why she'd ended up in her current situation. Y/n had been trailing a demon for days now, the black eyed bastard was the best lead she had for tracking down an important artifact. She'd been stopped for the night, taking a much needed rest after days of stalking her prey.

That's when the dammed thing struck. She was fresh from a shower with a towel wrapped tightly around her form when pain exploded across the back of her head and the sight of her meager room went black, with her body hitting the floor with a loud thump.

Y/n felt feeling returning to her limbs, and her senses slowly slipped back into awareness. The first thing to hit her was the smell. It was musty, like old mildew and dust. The next was sound. Aged creaking of settling rafters and the squeak of old springs when she shifts against the uncomfortable surface she was laid upon.

Slowly and very carefully, Y/n pushed herself up until she could look around through hazy vision at what appeared to be an abandoned studio apartment. She was laid out in a dust covered bed and could feel the grit of it scraping across her skin. Not far from the bed was a living area with worn down couches and a coffee table with several layers of dust across its surface.

A chill sent shivers racing up and down her spine, and she snapped her gaze down. The damp towel shed been wrapped in after her shower was slipping loose, revealing bare skin, and she hurriedly pulled it tight, covering her extremities.

She slipped her legs over the edge of the bed and slowly ended up into her feet. The back of her skull throbbed with each movement, and the floor boards creaked under her feet. Couldn't the demon have waited until she at least had some clothes on?

There wasn't a single article of fabric she could use to cover herself. The place was picked clean, and she wasn't willing to come in contact with those bed sheets any longer than she'd already had.

"Oh fuck me.."

A dark chuckle and a freezing cold filled the room, making her whip around until she was facing the new threat. "Was that an invitation? I'm flattered, Little Human..." Glaciap blue eyes slid up and down her form, lingering on the lower hem of the towel. "Did you dress this way just for me~?"

Lucifer waited for her response. This was his first time meeting the little hunter that was often seen around the Winchester boys. She was quite the sight. He'd been expecting more flannel and crass remarks. Not this sweet little human with wide e/c eyes. In fact... it was as if she wasn't even looking at him. Her gaze was locked up and over his shoulder and her pupils were trembling with what he could only assume was awe.

Y/n had paused in what she'd been planning to say as she watched the large shimmering mass shift behind the form of the tall blue-eyed blonde. The more she focused on the ethereal mass, the more detailed it became. Six large arching wings hung from the man's back, They were a smokey silver tipped in burnt Pink and veins of glittering gold through every quill. Each shift sent a wave of ash to the floor.

They were gorgeous. Their unique and tragic beauty had her completely captured by awe. The urge to run her fings through the mass of feathers was strong. She completely zoned out the Blondes words.

Lucifer was feeling his patience wain. He'd wanted long enough, and the human hadn't even met his gaze for a mere second. Did she believe she was better than him? He slowly stalked forward, an angry frown beginning to pull at the edge of his lips before it lifted into a cruel grin. She still wasn't meeting his eyes.

His fingers closed around the weak column of her neck. She was so vulnerable and frail.. He ignored the small thrill that ran through him as he examined the way his vessels hand looked around her throat.

He could feel her pulse hammering away beneath the pads of his fingers. The beat, a salacious dance, tempted him in closer as he eyed her with glowing red eyes.

"I'll not be ignored by a sniveling little Mud-"

"Your wings are so beautiful...~"

Lucifers jaw shut with a clack of teeth and a crack of the joint. Her words echoed in his skull, buzzing around his grace. What did she just say?

His fingers tightened further and was soon joined by his other hand, caging in her cheeks.

"Repeat that, Now!?"

Y/n swallowed as an embered heat warmed her lower belly. A small hint of concern ebbed its way through the back of her mind. All logic was seeping out of her ears in the presence of this angel. It was just her luck she somehow managed to capture the interest of Lucifer, and now she couldn't even keep her head on straight. His hands squeezing her vulnerable throat should not be making her nearly as hot bother as it is.

"I said, You're wings are beautiful... I.."

Lucifers thoughts were moving a mile a second, A mate.. A soulmate..

Out of all the things his father could have done.. A human soulmate..

A humorless chuckle slipped past his lips. Was this his punishment? His eyes once again trailed down her toweled form, and the cleavage he could see wrapped loosely in its soft hold. His smirk grew as something settled over him..

Or maybe it wasnt..~

"You know little human~ I had you grabbed because of your relation to the winchesters. But it's seems," His slowly slid up one of his hands to run his fingers through h/l h/c locks, "I've found a different reason to keep you around..."

He watched her brows furrow in confusion, only to lift in alarm when chilled lips descend om her own. Capturing them in a demanding and devouring press. Two prodding tips slowly pride her lips open until he was able to twirl his split tongue around her warm muscle.

Y/n was lost the second his lips brushed hers. The low embers in her gut flared to life in an explosion of desire and need as she raised trembling hands to press almost uncertainly into the soft mass of feathers. That one touch unlocked the flood works as lucifer trembled against her and a dark needy groan was growled into her open mouth.

Freezing palms hooked underneath her bare thighs, and she barely recognized the twisting feeling of the world warping around her in a flurry of feathers and wind. Her back connected with silky smooth fabric as she was roughly pinned down against a soft bouncy surface.

Y/n cracked open her eyes and pulled her lips from the angels, scanning their new surroundings. The room was dark with an arched ceiling. The bed she'd been pressed down into had a large canopy hung above with deep red curtains closing them inside.

Soon, her attention was being drawn back to lucifer. Unable to stray away for long. E/c eyes widened considerably as she takes in the swath of bared skin. When had he...?

"When.."

"Shhh..." A chilled finger pressed against her lips quieting her thoughts as he used his free hand to arrange her legs around his waist and situate his hardened length between slick folds.

Y/n whined low in her throat when those first few rolls of his hips had his tip knocking against her sensitive clit. When it catches against her dripping entrance before slipping up to bounce against that nub, she lets out a loud whimper.

"That's it, Just like that little Human~ let me hear your pleasure."

As soon as his finger slipped free from her lips, a loud moan of his name filled the space, "Lucifer!~"

It tapered off into a gasping and breathy mewl as the chilled flesh of his length began to stretch her open, inch by inch. Heels dug into his back, urging her forward until his hips were flush with her own, and he was growling possessive obscenities into the shell of her ear.

"Made just for me, my own little human.. to keep.. to claim and Fill~ All mine!" His hips snapped harshly into the Crease of her thighs, carving her dripping walls open with every body jolting lunge of hips. The obscene smack of thighs was accompanied with gasping mewls from his little souldmates lips.

"Lu-Lucifer!! Ah~ Harder..please~!"

His response was a growl and glowing red eyes. Blunt chilled nails dug divots into her waist, holding her in place, giving him more leverage with every thrust. She could already feel the coil tightening up in her gut, threatening to snap at any second. It seemed even the Archangel rutting her into the sheets was needing the edge of pleasure.

A tsunami of ecstasy threatening to drown them both within the coiling Abyss of need sinking its claws into them both. Lucifers hands slipped up her waist until his palms were caging her cheeks and pulling her melting lips to meet his own in a possessive kiss. Her owns fingers slunk up and around his shoulders to trail teasingly along the muscled ridge of his wings.

They shuttered against her touch, and then she sank her hands into the feathers. It was all Lucifer needed to be sent crashing over the edge, his teeth scraping teasingly against her bottom lip.

Y/ns legs tightened around his hips as a warmth spread through her lower gut, Lucifer rolled his hips, pressing his release deeper into her core with every grunt and meeting of flesh. Her little whimpers were music to his ears as he nipped his teeth against her shoulder.

"You won't be leaving this bed, I'll have you begging me for my touch, Mewling and crying for more~"

He watched her cheeks flush, and he could barely restrain himself as he felt those little human fingers once again tease through ashen feathers.

"Please, Lucifer~ Don't stop.."

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[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday: Silver Lining

Tagged by @saltymaplesyrup, @moriche, and @gilgamish thank you friends❤️

I am tagging @tallmatcha and @dirty-bosmer

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Genre(s): Romance/Court Intrigue/Monetary Policy and the dangers of an inflation crisis with an inherently deflationary currency

Main pairing: Moth gro-Bagol/Thongvor Silver-Blood

Summary: Moth and Thongvor been friends with benefits since their legion days, and Moth has insisted on staying politically neutral despite Thongvor's ambitions. When the Stormcloaks take Markarth and Thongvor ascends to the Mournful Throne, staying out of politics becomes more dangerous than Moth anticipated.

This WIP Wednesday proceeds directly from the last snippet shared here.

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The great bronze gates shrieked on their hinges as the guards on the timbers levered them into place. A final rush of stragglers slipped through before the doors closed with a final, booming clang. Moth was faint with relief as he spotted a familiar soot-stained tunic and apron among the dark green of the Markarth guards and bright steel of the Legionnaires.

“Ghorza, praise Malacath,” he said, drawing his sister into a quick embrace. Behind Ghorza, Tacitus, her apprentice, bent over, hands on his knees, catching his breath. “We need to get to—”

The winches on either side of the gates were released, and the guards that had been holding them sprang back as the drum gears spun freely. On the other side of the thick bronze, metal slid over metal as the heavy portcullis slammed into place. A team of Legionnaires slid the thick drawbar, hewn from the trunk of a single fir tree, across the doors. It rested beneath the release levers, locking them in place.

“Archers!” The echoes of the order were subsumed by the sound of the shutters opening on the arrow loops around the doorway. Guards pressed forward, bows drawn.

Moth, Ghorza, and Tacitus turned as one and made for the smithy. As they passed through the open arch that separated the entrance hall from the main palace, Moth slowed to a jog as Calcelmo, the court wizard, and Aicantar, his assistant and nephew, came running from the passage that led to the old Dwemer ruins. Calcelmo’s arms were full of parchment scrolls and books, and Aicantar was practically dragging him along. The old Altmer was trying to turn back down the passage.

“Uncle, we have to leave it!” Aicantar was saying.

“But the artifacts—those soldiers will just take them all!”

“The museum is guarded, and we have your research notes, we have to leave them!”

Another robed figure came pelting up the rough-hewn passage behind Calcelmo: Brother Verulus. He grabbed Calcelmo’s other arm and with Aicantar compelled Calcelmo forward.

“Aicantar, Verulus!” Moth called to the men, beckoning them. “We’ll shelter in the smithy, hurry!”

Moth turned and continued following Ghorza and Tacitus, trusting self-preservation would keep them following.

Behind them, a loud bang that shook dust and loose stones from the ceiling sounded from the gates.

There was a different sort of chaos in the palace. Servants scurried this way and that, the sound of doors slamming and draw bars sliding into place echoed up and down the residence halls. Anton the cook was pulling the jarl’s hunting hounds into the kitchen by their collars, swearing at them as they strained against him, whining to return to their master’s side. Igmund and Raerek stood at the top of the stairs: Igmund in his armor, but bare-headed except for the jarl’s circlet. Raerek was unarmored, but wore a sword at his side. They were deep in conversation.

“Moth—” Igmund called out as Moth hurried by.

“Yes, my Jarl?” He bowed, perhaps more deeply than usual, aware that unless the tide of the battle made a most unlikely turn, it would be for the last time. “How may I be of service?”

“By keeping yourself safe.” Igmund clapped Moth on the shoulder, giving it a bracing squeeze. “You have served the Mournful Throne faithfully. You as well, Calcelmo,” Igmund said, looking over Moth’s shoulder to where Calcelmo, Aicantar, and Verulus were just cresting the stairs. “Long may both of you continue to do so, no matter the outcome of this battle.”

“Thank you, my Jarl. It has been an honor to serve your household,” Moth said.

“And now it is my turn to face my fate with honor,” Igmund responded. “I trust your personal ties with Thongvor will keep you and Ghorza safe, but as my last command to you: look after the other servants, if that becomes necessary. Galmar and Thongvor are honorable, but soldiers in the heat of battle…”

“Of course, my Jarl.”

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Cat and Mouse part 2 (end)

Part 1, Part 2

Summary : Having left Bucky and the past behind, you managed to sold the artifact and anonymously return the stolen case. Seeking solace, you settled in a quaint cottage. However, your peaceful life is disrupted when a familiar face from your past, appeared on your doorstep. Run, hide, repeat. But will you outrun your hunter?

Pairings : Bucky Barnes x f!reader as Black Cat

TW : Smut, NSFW, 18+ ONLY

Tags : Fluff, Chase, Hunter & Prey, Stalking, Suspense, Banter, Flirting, Playful!Bucky, Flirty!Bucky, Sexual Tension, Dirty Talk, Begging, Fingering, Oral f receiving, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasm, Creampie

Words : 11,1k

A/N : The part y'all have been waiting for. Enjoy!

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After that day, you needed to get out of the city, Bucky would be pissed about you getting away again. But you also wanted to keep yourself busy, and you had the perfect distraction. You sold the artifact for a fortune and lived a comfortable and safe life, what the buyer wanted with the artifact was none of your business. You also returned the vibranium you stole to the Avengers, anonymously of course.

You found the place by chance, a small cottage in the countryside. It was exactly what you needed, peace and quiet. You didn't need to worry about being followed, no one knew where you were.

You settled into a routine, the days passing quickly. You spent your time painting, the sun shining through the windows. It was the perfect place to hide, and you were going to enjoy it. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months. You kept yourself busy, enjoying the peace and quiet. But you couldn't help but miss the excitement of the city, and the thrill of the chase.

One day, as you were reading a book, you heard a noise coming from outside. You went to investigate, and there was no one there. You were sure that someone was there, though, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

You didn't know if it was an animal or a human, but you knew that something was out there. You grabbed your gun, the metal cool against your palm. You stepped outside, the night air crisp and cool.

The silence was broken by a twig snapping, and you whirled around, your gun pointed at the darkness. You saw a shadow move, and you fired a warning shot. "Who's there?," you called out, your voice echoing through the trees.

There was no answer, only silence.

You walked further into the woods, the leaves crunching beneath your feet. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the blood rushing through your veins.

Suddenly, you felt something brush against your leg. You looked down, and a pair of glowing eyes stared back at you. The cat meowed and ran off into the shadows, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You were sure that someone had been watching you, but now, it seemed like you were just being paranoid. You made your way back to the cottage, the gun still clutched in your hand.

You decided to spend the rest of the night inside, with the doors and windows locked. You sat in front of the fireplace, the flames casting eerie shadows across the room. You didn't sleep that night, the feeling of being watched lingering.

You were going to have to be more careful, the feeling of being watched was a new one. Maybe it was the isolation getting to you, maybe it was the paranoia. Either way, you had a feeling that things were about to get interesting.

In the morning, you packed a bag, your gun tucked away. You weren't sure what was going on, but you weren't about to take any chances. As you finished packing, you hurried outside, hoping to make it to the town before dark.

Then as you opened your door, you saw Bucky. His hair was longer, and he was wearing a hoodie and jeans, but you would recognize him anywhere. He was leaning against the hood of your door, his arms crossed over his chest. It was like he had been waiting for you.

"Hello, Y/N," he said, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

You tried to stay calm, your mind racing. You couldn't believe that he had found you, and you were suddenly aware of how close he was. You didn't move, your hand tightening around the doorknob.

He eyes your bags, he smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "Going somewhere?"

You were so shocked to see him, that you couldn't find the words to speak. He looked even more handsome than you remembered, his hair slicked back, and a few days' stubble on his chin.

You smiled trying to hide the fact that your heart was pounding in your chest. "Bucky. What a coincidence, I was about to go visit you. You know, for our reunion." you lied, not wanting him to know how truly scared you were.

Bucky gave you a knowing look. "Sure you were."

Your face fell as he pushed past you, entering your house. You followed him, closing the door behind you. "Bucky, what are you doing here?"

He ignored you, his gaze roaming over the cottage. You watched as his eyes took in every detail, and you hoped he wouldn't notice the small bag by the door.

"You know, this is a really nice place," he said, his fingers brushing over a wooden table. "You did a good job picking it."

"I've worked hard on it," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes meeting yours. "It shows."

You shifted nervously, not sure what to say. He walked closer to you, his body inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your face, and you struggled to control your breathing.

"I've missed you, Y/N," he said, his voice husky. "After that little stunt you pulled, I gotta say I'm impressed."

You swallowed hard, your mouth dry. You could feel your heart beating fast, and you wanted nothing more than to run. But you knew that he wouldn't let you, and the thought made your stomach turn, in a good and bad way but more good than bad somehow.

You shrugged, "What can I say? I had the element of surprise."

He nodded, his gaze falling on you. "Oh you do. But I know that's not all there was to it."

You felt his hands on your waist, and you shivered. Your eyes met his, and you saw the desire there, the raw need. You pried his hands from you as you pulled away from him and asked "How did you find me?"

He shrugged, "It wasn't easy. You really know how to hide your tracks, but I've always been good at finding people. You're not the only one who's good at being a ghost."

You didn't respond, your mind racing. You could feel his eyes on you, and you knew he was waiting for an answer. You didn't know what to say, so you decided to play along.

"So what do you want, Bucky? Why are you here?"

"I said I missed you, doll." He sat on the sofa, patting the seat beside him. "Now, why don't you sit down, and we can talk about it."

You didn't follow his command, instead choosing to stand a safe distance away from him. He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips curling into a smile.

"Why don't you tell me the real reason you're here?," you said, a slight edge to your voice.

He leaned back, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "Like I said, I missed you. I was worried about you, so I came to check on you.”

Rolling your eyes, patience wearing thin, you retorted, "Stop lying, Bucky. I highly doubt you trekked all the way here just for a casual chat," you challenged, crossing your arms.

He stood up, his hands in his pockets. "Alright, you got me. I want to play a game with you."

You laughed, shaking your head. "A game? You came all the way out here just to play a game? Really, Bucky?"

"Weren't you the one who said life is just a game and we're all players in it?," he said, walking toward you.

You were taken aback, surprised that he remembered. "I did," you said, taking a step back.

"So, are you ready to play?"

You took another step back, your heart racing. "What kind of game?"

He stepped closer, his body inches from yours. "It's the game you love playing the most, cat and mouse.”

You couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation hitting you. "What to do? I’ve put that behind me. As you can see.” You walked toward your new place, “I’m living a simple, safe, and normal life."

Bucky shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours. "Are you, Y/N? I'm not so sure." he asked, a teasing lilt to his voice.

You could feel his gaze on you, and you shifted uncomfortably. "I am."

Bucky chuckled, “You’re fooling yourself, sweetheart.” He leaned forward, his eyes never leaving yours. “Beside, I know you love a good chase, and I'm the best there is."

"Bucky, I'm done running," you said, the truth of your words hitting you hard.

Bucky shook his head, his lips curved in a mischievous grin. "But we haven't even started yet, doll. The fun hasn´t begun yet."

You couldn't deny that Bucky was right, you did love the thrill of the chase, and the idea of him chasing you sent a shiver down your spine.  You bit your lip, trying to think of a way out of this. But you knew it was no use, he had trapped you. “How does this so-called game work?”

"It's as straightforward as it gets. I chase, you run. If I catch you, I win. If you manage to stay away from me, congratulations, you win."

"What are the rules?" you asked, already suspecting the answer.

"No rules, sweetheart. Just a good old-fashioned chase. No tricks, no traps, just a straight chase.”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his confident demeanor. "And what's the prize for the winner?"

Bucky's smirk deepened. "Ah, that's the fun part. If you win, we go our separate ways, never to cross paths again. Or....." his voice trailed off, his eyes burning with desire.

You were frozen, his words sending shivers down your spine. You knew that you shouldn't have gotten involved with him, but you couldn't help yourself. He was charming, and sexy, and everything you'd ever wanted in a man.

"Or?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Or," he leaned forward, his breath hot against your skin, "you get to have your wicked way with me."

Your heart skipped a beat, your mind racing. You knew it was wrong, but you couldn't help yourself. You tried to hide your excitement hearing that, you scoffed, trying to play it cool. "What? Like tie you up and have my way with you?"

Bucky nodded, his lips curved in a smirk. "If that's what you want, doll. Whatever gets you off."

You blushed, not expected such a candid answer. He sure did change, what to say? He was more playful now? You wondered what happened with him.

He smiled, "You can even blindfold me, so I can't see what's coming. That's how confident I am."

"You're bluffing."

"Try me." He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I promise, whatever you do to me, I'll love it."

"This is stupid, Bucky."

"Maybe, but I know you want to."

You crossed your arms, adopting a defiant stance. "And what makes you so sure?"

Bucky grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The way you look at me, the way you bite your lip when I get close. It's written all over your face, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "You're reading too much into things."

"Am I now?" He stepped back, feigning innocence. "Guess we'll find out during our little game. You can try to run, but you won't be able to escape the truth."

You scoffed, "This whole thing is ridiculous. Why did you even come here?"

Bucky's demeanor shifted, his expression turning sincere. "Because I missed you, Y/N. And maybe, just maybe, I missed the chase too."

Your eyebrows shot up, skeptical. "You missed the chase?"

He nodded. "There's an excitement to it, a thrill that I can't find anywhere else. Plus, chasing you is always interesting."

You could feel your resolve crumbling, your need for him overtaking your sense. You wanted to say yes but there must be a catch, there had to be, and he had already admitted that it was a game.

"What's the catch, Buck? There's got to be a catch."

"No catch, sweetheart."

You raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. He seemed like the type who would play by his own rules, take what he wanted. Perhaps, this was his strategy – make you believe there were no strings attached, only to surprise you later. "And if you win?" you asked, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

He leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "If I win, I get to keep you."

Your breath hitched in your throat, and you could feel your cheeks burning. "What do you mean by 'keep me'?"

He gave you a wolfish grin. "Whatever you're thinking, it's not even half of it."

You were stunned by his response, your mind racing. You knew that if he caught you, you'd never be able to escape him, and a part of you was excited by the idea. But the rational side of you knew it was a bad idea, and you had worked too hard to let it all go to waste.

You stepped closer to him, your body inches from his. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and you could smell his intoxicating scent. "That's a bit unfair, the win and the loss," you replied, a slight smile on your face.

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you worried I'll catch you?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, his confidence was admirable. "No, I'm just saying it's not a fair reward.”

"Maybe. But what's life without a little risk?" He smiled, "Besides, I know you love a challenge."

You bit your lip, thinking. The thought of spending time with Bucky was exciting, and the idea of him chasing you was equally thrilling.

But was the risk worth it?

You knew that if you lost, you'd be stuck with him. And the thought of being at his mercy made your heart race.

You had to admit, the possibility of losing, was also a turn on. The thought of him catching you and taking his reward, sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled, "Fine. I'll play."

He smiled, "I'm glad, I wouldn't want you to lose confidence in your abilities."

"Confidence isn't an issue, I know how good I am," you retorted, a smirk on your lips.

"Well, let's put that to the test, shall we?", he said, glancing at his watch.

You knew that there was no point in arguing with him, and you were secretly excited by the challenge. "What if I choose the first option? That we’re going to separate our own way?”

"If that's what you want, sweetheart." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But I know that's not the case."

"Oh, really? How would you know?," you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

"Because you want it just as bad as I do. You're just afraid of losing control."

His words struck a nerve, and you couldn't deny the truth in them. Fear of losing control had always been your Achilles' heel. Swallowing your pride, you retorted, "Don't flatter yourself."

Bucky stepped closer, the air charged with anticipation. "I've seen the fire in your eyes, doll. You thrive on the chaos, the unpredictability. Deep down, you want to lose control and let go."

Your facade wavered, a momentary vulnerability breaking through. "Maybe you don't know me as well as you think."

Bucky's gaze held an intensity that made your heart race. "Challenge accepted, sweetheart. Let the game begin."

You squared your shoulders, accepting the challenge laid out by him. "Fine. Let's see what you've got."

"Good. Now, I'll give you a ten-minute head start. Use it wisely," Bucky offered.

You were surprised that he was willing to give you a head start, and you wondered if it was a trick. But you knew that it didn't matter, either way, the result would be the same. You had no doubt that he would catch you.

"Ready," he asked, his blue eyes boring into yours. "Can't wait to claim my prize."

Your laughter echoed through the room. "Sure, but you should know, I don't lose."

His grin was equal parts confident and mischievous. "Neither do I, sweetheart. Neither do I."

"Now, get going, sweetheart. And try to make this fun for me, won't you?"

"Only if you do the same for me," you teased, before running out the door, the thrill of the chase sending a shiver down your spine.

"Oh I will, sweetheart. Don't you worry about that." As he watched you ran off into the woods, he was already planning on how to claim his prize. As much as the chase excited him, Bucky wasn't going to rush things. He was going to savor every moment of this savor every moment of this game.

You didn't have much of a head start, but you were determined to make the most of it. You knew that Bucky was a formidable opponent, and that you had to use your wits to evade him. You also knew that he was tracking you, which made it even more challenging. You quickly made your way through the woods, staying low and quiet. You knew the woods in the back of your head, and you used that knowledge to your advantage.

You ducked behind a large tree, your breathing heavy. You knew that he would catch up soon, and you needed a plan. You knew that if he caught you, you would be his, and that thought made your stomach flutter. You had 10 minutes head start and you were going to make the most of it.

The wind rustled the leaves, and the sky was darkening. You knew you had to move fast if you wanted to stay ahead. Suddenly, a twig snapped behind you. You turned around, but there was no one there. But you knew he was close, and that sent a thrill down your spine.

You hurried through the woods, careful not to make any noise. You could feel his presence, and you knew that he was closing in on you. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose, but you didn't care. You were enjoying the game, and you were determined to win. You then heard his voice not far from you.

His taunting voice echoed nearby, "You can run, but you can't hide," accompanied by the teasing refrain, "Come out, come out wherever you are." The continuous taunts grated on your nerves, bordering on annoyance.

You continued to evade him, keeping out of sight. Your heart was pounding, and you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It had been a while since you'd felt this alive, and you were relishing the feeling.

It had only been 20 minutes, and you were already feeling the exhaustion, but you didn't let that stop you. You kept moving, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible. But you knew that it was only a matter of time before he caught up to you, and the thought both excited and scared you.

The sky was growing darker, and the wind was picking up. You could feel the rain threatening to fall, and you knew that the conditions would make it easier for you to hide, the sound and smell of the rain would help conceal your location. You took a deep breath and kept moving. You were determined to win, and nothing was going to stop you. But it would be easier for him to track your tracks since footprints harder to disguise.

The air was cold, and the sky was dark, but you could feel his presence getting closer. You could feel his hunger, and you knew that he wouldn't stop until he caught you. Suddenly you felt a hand covering your mouth, and you turned around to see his piercing blue eyes. You were frozen in place, and your heart was pounding.

"You're losing your touch, Y/N." he said, a grin on his face. "Don't tell me the infamous black cat is getting sloppy," he teased, his hands moving down to your hips.

You felt a mixture of fear and excitement as his hands moved across your body. You were afraid of what would happen next, but you couldn't deny that you wanted him.

"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?," he asked, his voice a low whisper.

Growing increasingly annoyed, you swatted his hands away. "So what now? You caught me, just get it over with already."

His grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We still have 30 minutes left. I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you off the hook this time. Consider it a free pass. But if I catch you again, I won't be so nice."

You were surprised by his offer, and you didn't know what to do. Part of you wanted him to catch you, but the other part was afraid.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going."

With a nod, you turned around, ready to put some distance between you. But, just as you began to walk away, he seized your arm. "Oh, and Y/N? Run faster and hide better," his voice dropped to a low growl.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, and just before releasing your arm, you felt his warm breath against your neck. As he vanished into the woods, you found yourself rooted in place, unsure of how to proceed.

You knew that he was testing you, seeing how far you would go. You knew that he was pushing your boundaries, and a part of you liked it. A part of you wanted to give in and surrender to him, but another part of you was afraid.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. You couldn't let him get the best of you, and you couldn't let him win. Did you really losing your touch? You used to be great at this, even spiderman couldn't find you when he tried. Maybe Bucky was right, maybe you had lost your edge. But that didn't mean you were going to let him win.

You took a deep breath and started running. You were determined to beat him, and nothing was going to stop you. As you ran through the woods, you could feel him getting closer. You didn't know how, but he always managed to find you. You had tried everything, and nothing was working.

You had tried to mask your tracks, you had used all your skills, and nothing was working. You were beginning to think that maybe you had met your match, and that maybe he was just better than you.

You ducked behind a tree, trying to catch your breath. The rain had started to fall, and the air was getting colder. You could feel the exhaustion setting in, but you couldn't give up. You looked at your watch, you had 10 minutes left before the game was over, and you knew that if he caught you again, he wouldn't be so nice.

"Come on, Y/N. You're better than this," you said, trying to motivate yourself.

But deep down, you knew that you had reached the end of your rope. You were exhausted, and you were running out of time. You stayed hidden and prayed that he wouldn't find you after all you had 3 minutes left and then you would win.

1 minute left.

You could feel the rain soaking through your clothes, and you could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you were beginning to think that maybe losing wouldn't be so bad. But winning would still feel better, and so you held onto hope.

30 seconds left.

You could hear the wind howling through the trees, and the rain was coming down harder now. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

"Gotcha," he whispered, marking the end of the game, a victorious smile playing on his lips.

The realization dawned upon you, you had lost.

"So, what do you say, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice low and seductive. "Ready to be mine?"

Your heart was racing, and your mind was spinning. You had never felt like this before, and you knew that if you surrendered, there would be no going back.

"You wish." Your voice tried to remaind calm.

"Oh, come on, Y/N. Don't be silly. We both know you want this. You were curious about me and now you will have your answer."

You were starting to feel frustrated. He was right, you had been curious about him and his flirting was something you had been enjoying lately, even if you'd never admit it. But you weren't ready to let him know that yet. "Yeah, right. In your dreams."

"Actually, yeah. In my dreams. But I know that in yours, too. That's why you accepted to play this game with me. Because you knew that, one way or another, you'd get what you want. You're just playing hard to get because you like being the center of attention."

"Wow, Bucky, that was deep." You couldn't hide your amusement. "Are you sure you haven't been practicing this speech with your mirror?"

"No, doll. I just know how you work. So, what do you say? Are you ready to surrender and become mine?"

You looked up at him and saw that his blue eyes were filled with desire. You felt your heart skip a beat as you considered his offer. "And why would I agree with that?," you asked, folding your arms across your chest.

"Because you have a weakness for dangerous men, and we both know that I'm the most dangerous man you've ever met," he replied.

You chuckled, breaking the tension. "You really think you're the most dangerous man I've ever met? That's quite the ego you've got there, Barnes."

He raised an eyebrow, unyielding. "Ego or not, you can't deny there's something magnetic between us. It's like we're two sides of the same coin, Y/N."

You feigned contemplation, tapping your chin. "Two sides of a coin, huh? More like oil and water. We don't exactly mix, Barnes."

Bucky took a step closer, his proximity making your heart race. "Maybe that's what makes it interesting. The clash, the unpredictability. Tell me, doll, have you ever been with someone who keeps you on your toes?"

You paused, considering his words. "Maybe, maybe not. What's your point?"

His eyes locked onto yours, a playful glint dancing in them. "My point is, surrendering to me might just be the most thrilling thing you've ever done. No more games, no more hiding. Just us."

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the effect his words had on you. "Nice try, Barnes. But I don't surrender easily."

"You should be," he said, taking a step closer. "Besides, I can give you everything you want. I can show you pleasure you've never known before. I can make you scream my name and beg for more."

His words were sending shivers down your spine and making your core ache with need.

"You're such a cocky bastard," you said, trying to mask your arousal.

"But you love it," he replied. "Admit it. You're attracted to me. You've been thinking about me for a long time. And you can't wait to see what it would be like to be mine."

You knew he was right, but you couldn't let him win. You couldn't let him have the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten under your skin.

"You're just talking big because you know I'll never give in," you said, trying to regain the upper hand. "You're nothing but a tease."

"Oh, sweetheart, that's where you're wrong. I'm not a tease. I'm a man of my word. And when I say I'll make you scream my name and beg for more, I mean it."

You were losing the battle, and you knew it. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he continued his seduction. You were tempted to give in, to let him take control and show you what he was capable of.

The rain intensified, drenching both of you as you stood there, caught in a moment of tension. Bucky's gaze bore into yours, and you could sense the unspoken words hanging in the air. The seductive dance between you two seemed to have no end in sight. He knew you wouldn't answer him right now, he changed the subject, "It's freezing out here, sweetheart. Let's go to a warmer place and continue this conversation, shall we?"

"I'm not cold." You lied.

"Sure you are, doll. Just like I am," he replied. His hand extended toward you, a silent invitation. "Come on, let's go inside and get out of these wet clothes. I'll warm you up, I promise."

You hesitated taking his hand for a moment but you decided to take his offer. You could feel his hot gaze on your body, and the thought of getting naked in front of him made you blush. You had never felt so vulnerable before, and yet so safe.

He led the way back to your cottage and the whole way back, you could feel the tension between the two of you. "You got me all wet, jerk."

"Not yet, but I'm planning to, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but laugh. "That was cheesy, even for you, Bucky."

"I don't care," he replied. "I have you where I want you. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide."

You didn't know if it was the adrenaline from the chase or the tension between the two of you, but you were feeling bold. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," you replied,  "I'm a quick learner, and I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"So, quick learner, what other tricks do you have up those sleeves?" he teased, playfully squeezed your hand.

You shot him a coy smile. "Oh, Bucky, a magician never reveals her secrets."

A gleam in his eyes. "I like a challenge. Besides, you're not the only one with tricks up your sleeve." His eyes were sparkling with mischief, and you couldn't help but be drawn in. You could feel his fingers close around yours, and a sense of warmth and comfort spread through you.

He led the way back to your cottage and the whole way back, you could feel the tension between the two of you. Your heart was racing, and your palms were sweaty. You didn't know what would happen once you got back, but you were ready for anything.

When you arrived at your home, he walked in first. You followed, closing the door behind you. He took off his soaked coat and you did the same.

Bucky's playful tone sliced through the silence. "So, where were we? Oh, right. You were just about to tell me that you're mine, sweetheart," he said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"I was just about to tell you that you can take your wet and cold ass and get the fuck out of my house," you shot back, a hint of sarcasm coloring your words.

He raised an eyebrow, feigning hurt. "Wow, you're so mean, sweetheart. It's pouring outside, and I'm soaked, and you're still sending me away?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, "What can I say? I'm a cold and heartless woman."

"You're anything but that, doll," he said, his blue eyes gazing into yours. "And you know it."

You could feel yourself blushing under his intense stare. "Yeah, well, you don't know me," you said.

"Maybe not, but I'd like to," he replied.

You swallowed hard, his words sending a thrill through you. You knew that you shouldn't want him, but you couldn't help yourself. He was everything you had ever dreamed of, and he was standing right in front of you.

He glanced toward the fridge, and you arched an eyebrow at his audacity.

"I didn't think I said to make yourself at home," you quipped, folding your arms across your chest.

He smirked, rummaging through the fridge. "Well, considering I won the game, I think it's only fair I do as I please."

"You can't just show up here, make me play a game, and then take over my house. It doesn't work like that," you replied, feeling annoyed.

"I just did" he said, pulling out a bottle of water. "Why don't you go take a shower while I prepare us something to eat?"

"Excuse me?"

"Go, take a shower," he repeated. "You're soaking wet and covered in mud. You'll catch a cold if you don't warm up."

"And what makes you think I want you in my kitchen?," you asked.

"Because I'm the winner, and I can do whatever I want," he said, his voice low and full of desire.

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was implying. You knew it was a bad idea, but you couldn't resist. You were soaking wet, and the thought of a hot shower was too tempting to pass up.

"Fine," you sighed. "But if you steal or burn my house down, I'll kick your ass."

"I'd like to see you try," he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes and turned to go upstairs, "Just don't touch anything."

"You're so mean, sweetheart," he called after you.

You ignored him, making your way up the stairs and to the bathroom. You closed the door and leaned against it, trying to catch your breath.

This was insane. Bucky was in your house, in your kitchen, cooking. This wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to go back to his house and leave you alone. But instead, he was here, and you couldn't deny that you were happy about it.

As you began to undress, the realization struck that Bucky was also drenched from the rain. A sudden impulse led you to search for some old shirts, sweats, and boxers you rarely wore, and you grabbed them before heading downstairs.

"Here," you said, handing him the clothes, a hint of tension in your voice.

"Well, aren't you the little helper," he teased, taking the clothes from you with a playful smirk.

"They're old, but they should fit," you replied, brushing off his comment with a nonchalant demeanor.

You were about to take off your clothes when you remembered that he was also soaking wet from the rain. You searched for some loose shirt, sweats, and boxers that you rarely wear and brought it downstairs.

"Thank you," he said, giving you a soft smile. "Didn't know you care."

Rolling your eyes, you retorted, "I don't. They're just collecting dust in my closet. It's not a big deal."

He chuckled, "If you say so, sweetheart."

A glare shot in his direction, accompanied by a stern, "Stop calling me that."

"Why? It's cute," he persisted.

"I'm not cute," you maintained.

"You are," he insisted, grinning. "In fact, I'd even say you're adorable."

"Stop it," you demanded, feeling your cheeks warm.

"But it's true," he continued, stepping closer.

You shook your head, an involuntary smile breaking through. "You're ridiculous."

"Irresistible, you mean," he corrected, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

Your cheeks now flushed, you urged, "Shut up and change before the food burns," you said, turning to walk away, running away from his teasing.

You made your way to your room and heading toward the bathroom. You quickly stripped off your clothes and climbed into the shower. The hot water felt amazing on your cold, wet skin, and you couldn't help but moan as the steam filled the room.

As you washed the dirt and grime from the game off your body, you couldn't stop thinking about Bucky. You wondered what he was doing downstairs. Was he really making dinner? What did he have planned? What was he planning next after that? Will he stay? Will he fuck you?

Your thoughts were racing, and you couldn't stop them. You tried to calm yourself down, but the more you thought about him, the more worked up you got. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You needed to focus on something else. You grabbed your loofah and scrubbed your body, washing away the tension and the anxiety.

After a few minutes, you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. You wrapped yourself in a towel and looked at yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were bright. You were quite annoyed that you couldn't figure him out. He was unpredictable and dangerous, but also charming and sexy. He was a mystery, and you were determined to solve it.

"Stop thinking about him, Y/N," you muttered to yourself. "Just get dressed and go downstairs. You're stronger than this. You can handle him."

With renewed determination, you quickly dried yourself off and put on some clothes. You were still nervous, but you were ready to face him. You left the bathroom and made your way down the stairs, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air.

"You didn't burn down my house, did you?" you called out.

"Not yet," he replied.

You entered the kitchen and saw him stirring something on the stove. "What are you cooking?" you asked, curious.

"Something special," he replied, turning to face you.

"Wow, that smells amazing," you complimented, attempting to divert your attention from the effect he had on you.

"Thank you," he replied, grinning. "Now why don't you take a seat, and I'll bring you a plate."

Obliging, you settled at the kitchen table, your eyes following his movements as he gracefully placed two plates filled with an unfamiliar dish before you.

"What is this?" you inquired, eyeing the plate with intrigue.

"Stew," he replied, taking a seat across from you. "It's a recipe from my mother. I hope you like it."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words. He had cooked for you? You thought he would be making sandwich or something simple but this looked like a heartwarming dish. You couldn't remember the last time someone had cooked for you.

"Thank you," you said, sitting down at the table.

"Don't thank me yet," he said. "You haven't tasted it."

"Well, let's see how it is," you replied, picking up your fork.

You took a bite and your eyes widened. It was delicious. You couldn't believe how good it was.

"Wow," you said. "This is amazing.”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "She would be happy to know someone else likes it."

"Who taught you how to cook?”

"My mother," he replied, a nostalgic expression casting a temporary shadow over his face. "She was the best cook in the village. Everyone loved her food."

"She sounds amazing," you said, feeling a pang of sadness for him.

"She was," he said.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, you teased, “So, is this part of the 'claiming my prize' package? A home-cooked meal and everything?”

He chuckled, a rare and hearty sound that echoed through the room. “Of course, expect more of it in the future.”

The two of you ate in silence, the air thick with tension. You didn't know what to say, or how to feel. Part of you was nervous, and part of you was excited. You had never felt like this before, and it was a strange feeling. You also had to be on guard, you never know what could happen when he's around.

After you had both finished eating, you cleared the table and began to wash the dishes. He helped, drying them and putting them away. You couldn't help but notice how easy it was to work together. It was like you had known each other for years, not just a few days.

You were thinking maybe it was time he claimed his prize or at least talked about it. But instead he went to the living room and started a fire.

"You know how to play chess, Y/N?" he asked, taking out a chess set from his backpack.

"I do," you replied, curious. "But why the sudden interest in chess?"

"Well, I thought since you had such an fun day, why don't we add a little excitement to the night?" he suggested.

"It hasn't exactly been a walk in the park, Bucky," you reminded him.

"Sure it was. We played a game, we ran through the rain, and we shared a nice dinner. Sounds like a pretty fun day to me," he replied.

You rolled your eyes, but a small smile appeared on your face. "You’re impossible," you said.

"And yet, here we are," he said, gesturing to the chess board. "So, what do you say, sweetheart? Up for a game?"

"Fine," you sighed, giving in and joining him.

He nodded and placed the board on the coffee table, his hands moving swiftly and confidently. "I'll let you choose the color," he said.

"Black," you replied, without hesitation.

He grinned and nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "Very well," he said.

He sat down across from you, a smirk on his face. He set up the pieces, and the game began. You were surprised by how well he played, he was giving you a run for your money. "You're pretty good," you said, studying the board.

"I am," he replied, not looking up.

"Where did you learn to play?"

"In the army," he replied. "There wasn't much else to do, and the guys liked playing chess."

"You were in the army?"

"I was," he replied. "A Sergeant and World War 2 veteran. Fought alongside with Steve Rogers.”

Your eyes widened at the revelation. "Really? I didn’t know that.”

"Someone clearly didn't do their homework," he smirked, moving his chess piece with a playful confidence.

"I was busy doing other things," you said, smirking in return.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Like thinking of ways to kill you," you retorded.

He chuckled, "You're a feisty one, aren't you?"

"And you're an asshole," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Guilty as charged," he replied, shrugging with an amused grin.

You spent the next few hours talking and playing, the atmosphere growing more and more intimate as the night went on. You were both competitive, and you didn't want to give in to him.

But eventually, you won the game.

"Damn," he said, grinning. "That was a good game."

You leaned back in your chair, "I told you, Bucky, I don't lose."

He chuckled, his eyes locked onto yours. "You're full of surprises, sweetheart. I like that." He nodded, standing up. "Thank you for the game," he said, his blue eyes gazing into yours.

"My pleasure," you replied, standing up as well.

You were standing close to him, your bodies almost touching. The air was electric, and you couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His blue eyes were mesmerizing, and his body was toned and muscular.

As the intensity reached its peak, it felt like a kiss was imminent, but he unexpectedly pulled away, breaking the connection. "It’s getting late, I think we should call it a night," he suggested, his voice low and resonant.

Caught off guard, you questioned, "Wait, what?"

"Yeah. We can continue this tomorrow. It's been a long day, and I'm tired,"

You had enough, "Just cut to the chase, Bucky. Stop messing with my head. Either take your prize, or leave."

"Who says I won't?" He asked, his voice low.

"The fact that you've been here all night and haven't done anything is proof enough," you said, getting annoyed. You didn't know why you were being like this, maybe it was because he made you feel things you didn't understand.

He stepped closer, "Are you that eager for me, sweetheart? Do you want me to take you right now?"

You swallowed, feeling nervous, "No. I don't want anything to do with you."

"You sure?" He asked, walking around the couch. "Because you seem very eager. Why are you so eager, Y/N? What do you want me to do to you?"

"I don't want anything," you insisted.

"I don't believe that," he said, his voice soft. "I think you want me to touch you."

He was standing in front of you now, and he put his hands on your shoulders, his touch feather-light. You felt yourself tremble.

"I think you want me to make you mine, Y/N," he continued, his voice barely a whisper.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that was threatening to escape. "Please, get over yourself. I don't want you, Bucky."

He ignored your request, his hands traveling down your arms. "I think you want me to make love to you, Y/N."

His hands moved up and down your arms, his touch leaving a trail of fire. "I think you want me inside of you, Y/N," he said, his voice low.

You let out a small gasp, unable to stop yourself. He smirked at the sound, his eyes darkening with lust.

"I think you want me to claim you as my own, Y/N," he breathed, his breath hot on your ear.

You let out a shaky breath, unable to form words. He chuckled, his hands moving up and down your arms.

"You know what I think?" He whispered, his voice husky. "I think you've wanted this for a long time, Y/N."

"You know what I think, Bucky? I think you're full of shit," you managed to say, though you were far from calm.

He laughed softly, "Oh, really? And why is that, sweetheart?"

"Because you've been talking a lot of shit all night and haven't made a move," you replied, trying to sound confident.

"Well, maybe I'm just waiting for the right moment," he replied, his hands still on your arms.

"And maybe you're just all talk," you said, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I assure you, I'm not just all talk," he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Want me to prove it to you?”

“Prove what? You can’t even turn me on, you’re nothing but a-“

Bucky's lips cut off the rest of your sentence, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his hands began to explore your body.

"Fuck, Bucky," you gasped, pulling away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked, a smirk on his face. "I'm showing you just how turned on I can make you."

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, "Well, you're doing a shit job of it," you managed to say.

He chuckled and moved his hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion. You let out a surprised gasp and his lips met yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You wanted to push him, tell him to get the fuck out of your room, but his touch felt too good. You felt a fire ignite inside you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He pressed his body against yours, and you could feel his arousal.

His hands roamed your body, his touch setting you on fire. He kissed you hungrily, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. You moaned, the sound vibrating against his lips. He pulled away with a smirk on his face, you wanted to punch the look right off.

"How about now?" He asked, his voice laced with lust.

"That was nothing," you said, trying to act unimpressed.

He chuckled and leaned down, his lips trailing across your jawline. He nipped at your earlobe, his hands caressing your sides. You let out a soft sigh, your body betraying you.

"Still nothing?" He asked, his lips ghosting across your skin.

"You're going to have to try harder than that," you said, the words coming out as more of a moan.

"Oh, I plan on it," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Well, come on, then," you said, trying to sound uninterested. "You haven't impressed me yet."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said, his voice dark. "I'm just getting started."

He kissed you again, his hands roaming your body. He squeezed your breasts under your shirt, causing you to moan into his mouth. He broke the kiss and started kissing your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. You moaned louder, unable to contain yourself.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" He asked, his voice low. "Not so tough now, are you?"

You gasped as his hands slipping under your bra and pinching your nipples. "Why don't you beg me to fuck you, Y/N? I'll make it worth your while," he murmured against your skin.

"Oh please. I'd never beg for you." You pulled him close, kissing him deeply. You couldn't believe what was happening, but you didn't want it to stop. He pushed his hips against yours, and you could feel his hardness.

You couldn't deny that you were turned on, but you weren't willing to give him the satisfaction.

He grinded against you, his cock rubbing against your pussy through your clothes. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I grind against you," he said, his voice a husky whisper.

"You wish," you said, trying to sound unimpressed.

"You know you do," he said, grinding against you harder.

You couldn't deny the truth. The way his cock felt against you made your panties wet, and you wanted him to fuck you so bad.  “Just give in, Y/N. I will give you the best orgasm you've ever had."

You wanted him to fuck you, and he knew it. You didn't want him to have the satisfaction, but you were finding it impossible to resist him. At this rate, your panties were probably soaked, and your need for him was growing stronger.

He pushed his cock against you harder, his hand moving down your stomach, until it was on your pants. He cupped your pussy, and you moaned.

"I can feel how wet you are, Y/N. You're practically dripping for me. All you have to do is say the word, and I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he whispered, his breath hot on your ear.

He tugged at the button, pulling them open. He moved his hand inside, and slipped it into your panties.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N," he moaned. "Your pussy is so wet. It's so tight. It's like it's begging for my cock."

He ran his fingers through your folds, spreading your wetness around. You couldn't believe what was happening. A few moments ago, you hated this man. Now, you were letting him finger you. You moaned, and he smirked.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you, Y/N? You want me to make you cum, over and over again," he said, his voice seductive.

"I think you want that more than I do," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll see about that," he said, his hand moving faster.

Your eyes fluttered closed, and you tried to keep yourself from moaning. "Open your eyes, Y/N. Look at me while I finger fuck your pussy," he said, his voice low.

You opened your eyes and looked into his blue eyes. They were filled with lust and desire. He stared at you intensely, as he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

"You like that, don't you? You like my fingers inside of you," he said, his voice seductive.

You moaned, and tried not to give him the satisfaction. "You're gonna love my cock even more," he said, his thumb rubbing your clit.

You moaned louder, unable to stop yourself. He pulled his fingers out and brought them up to your lips, "Suck," he commanded.

You did as he told you, sucking your juices off his fingers.

"Do you taste that? That's how sweet you taste. That's how sweet your pussy tastes."

You moaned and looked at him, lust filling your eyes. "Now, if you want me to fuck you, then you have to beg for it. You have to tell me how much you want it."

You didn't know if you could do it, you were so turned on, but you were not willing to give in. "No, I won't," you said, defiantly.

"Okay," he said, pushing his fingers into your pussy again. "I'll have you begging for it, sweetheart. You'll be a mess by the time I'm done with you."

He curled his fingers and hit your g-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, God," you moaned, unable to control yourself.

He continued to curl his fingers, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You could feel the pressure building inside of you, threatening to explode. You cried out in ecstasy as you came, your pussy contracting around his fingers.

He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. "That was just a taste of what's to come, Y/N. I haven't even started fucking you yet."

He removed his fingers and started removing his clothes. "If you want more, you have to beg me. You have to tell me how much you want me, how much you want my cock inside of you."

You moaned, your body still shaking from your orgasm. You were very horny, you pulled him into a kiss. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You kissed him back, and your hands started to wander. You moved your hands up his chest, and over his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his shirt. You broke the kiss and looked at him, his eyes full of lust. He looked like he was the one begging now.

"So, sweetheart. What will it be?" He asked, "Are you going to let me fuck you or are you going to keep being a brat and make me fuck it out of you?"

"Oh, I think you'll be begging me before I even consider begging you," you said, smirking.

He let out a growl and ripped the rest of your clothes off. His eyes were full of lust and desire as he took in your naked form. "You're gorgeous," he breathed, his hand moving up your body.

"So are you," you said, unable to deny his attractiveness.

He smirked, "Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, his hands roaming over your breasts.

"Well, it's the truth," you said, your body betraying you.

You kissed him again, and he kissed you back, his hands exploring your body. He pushed his hips against yours, and you could feel his hardness. You gasped as he rubbed his cock again against you. "Do you feel that, Y/N? Do you feel how hard I am for you?" He asked, his voice low.

"Fuck, Bucky."  you moaned, your body aching for him.

"Let's take this upstairs, shall we?"

He scooped you up and carried you up the stairs, your lips locked in a passionate kiss. You couldn't believe this was happening, but you didn't want it to stop. He laid you on the bed and stood at the foot of the bed.

He climbed on top of you, straddling your legs, "Spread them," he commanded.

You spread your legs, exposing your pussy. He moved his hand to the apex of your thighs, and spread your wetness around. "Your pussy is so wet for me," he growled.

You moaned, your body responding to his touch. He moved his hand down, and his thumb rubbed against your clit. "Do you want my cock inside of you? Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked, his voice dark and dangerous.

You didn't answer him, he went down and kissed your inner thighs. His kisses trailed higher and higher, and you could feel his hot breath against your skin. You were practically dripping for him. "Are you ready to beg now, my Y/N?"

"No," you said, your voice shaking.

"We'll see about that." His tongue lapped at your clit, sending shivers down your spine.

You moaned, the pleasure too intense. He started sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking back and forth.

"Oh, Bucky," you moaned, unable to control yourself.

He smirked and moved his hand, thrusting two fingers into your pussy. "Beg." He commanded, his voice rough.

"No," you moaned.

"Fuck, Y/N." He groaned, thrusting into you faster. You moaned louder. "I said beg."

"Bucky..." You moaned, you were still trying to resist him, but it was getting pointless.

"Please. Beg for me to fuck you, Y/N. I want nothing else than to be buried inside of you. Tell me how bad you want it and I'll give it to you. Tell me how much you want me to ruck you, to own you, to make you cum. Beg and I'll give all of me to you. We both know that's exactly what you want."

You were so turned on that it hurt. You needed him, and you didn't know how much longer you could hold out. "Yes. Please fuck me, Bucky. I need you so bad. Please make me cum. Please," you begged, your body aching for his.

"Good girl." He smirked and pulled his fingers out of your pussy and stood up. He pushed down his boxers. His cock sprang free, the sight of it made you moan.

"See what you do to me Y/N? See how hard I am for you," he said, stroking his length.

You couldn't help but stare, the sight of his cock making you even wetter. He grinned, enjoying the way you were ogling him. "See something you like?" He teased.

You nodded, "Yes," you breathed.

He chuckled, a low, throaty sound. "It’s all yours baby,” he said, before moving on top of you and pressing his lips against yours. You kissed him, hungrily, your tongues dancing. He tasted like power and lust, and you couldn't get enough. "You ready, baby?"

"Yes," you moaned.

"Good. Because here it comes."  He thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside of you. You cried out in pleasure, the feeling of him inside of you was incredible. "Oh, fuck," he moaned.

He started thrusting his hips, fucking you with his cock. You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming you. "Bucky," you moaned.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He moaned, his hands gripping your hips. He thrust into you, harder and faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. You moaned, his name a mantra on your lips. "That's right, Y/N. Moan my name," he growled. He started thrusting in and out of you, his pace picking up speed.

You gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He hissed, his cock throbbing inside you. "You like that? You like how my cock feels inside of you?" He asked, his voice a husky growl. "This is all for you, sweetheart. All for you."

"Fuck yes. Please, Bucky, fuck me harder," you moaned, your body writhing under his. You couldn't get enough. He was hitting all the right spots, and you were losing control.

"As you wish." He growled and started thrusting even harder and faster. His grip on your hips was tight, and he was practically slamming into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

"Yes. Yes, fuck, Bucky. Please don't stop. Fuck," you moaned, the pleasure was almost too much.

He kept thrusting, his cock filling you completely. "You feel so fucking good. I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock."

"Oh, god. Bucky. Please. Don't stop. I'm so close. Please," you moaned, the pressure building inside of you.

He fucked you harder, his cock pounding into you. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me, and I'll cum for you," he growled.

Your body tensed up as you reached your climax, your walls clenching around him and his thrusts became erratic. He came soon after, his seed spilling inside of you.

You rode out your orgasm together, his thrusts slowing, his breathing heavy. You felt amazing, your body tingling with pleasure. "I'm not done with you yet, baby. Not even close," he said, his voice seductive.

"Fuck. Me too." You were still in a daze from your orgasm, but you were far from satisfied.

He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and sweet. He pulled out of you and rolled onto his side, his hands caressing your skin. "I think we're just getting started, Y/N."

You moaned, and he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth.

"I could spend hours between your legs, making you cum over and over again," he said, his lips moving down your jawline.

He moved his hands up to your breasts, and squeezed them, his fingers rolling your nipples. You moaned, arching your back. He kissed down your neck, his teeth scraping against your skin. "Oh, God. I'm so fucking wet for you," you moaned, his lips sending shivers down your spine.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Tell me how good it feels," he murmured, his lips moving across your skin.

He lightly played with your nipples, tweaking and pinching them. "Mmm, that feels so good, Bucky," you moaned.

"I'm not going to stop until you're a trembling mess," he said, his lips brushing against your ear. 

You shivered and pulled him into another kiss, the intensity building inside of you. "What can I say? I’m an incredible lay," you moaned.

He smirked and moved one of his hands to your pussy, his fingers rubbing against your clit. You gasped and arched your back, the sensation was exquisite. "Mmm, yes you are incredible, sweetheart," he growled, his fingers moving faster.

He then pulled out to slapped your pussy, "Get on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind."

You quickly complied, getting onto your hands and knees. He positioned himself behind you, his cock teasing your entrance. He pushed into you, his cock filling you up. You moaned, the pleasure overwhelming.

He started moving in and out of you, his cock filling you up with every thrust. He was pounding into you, his cock filling you up. You were moaning, the pleasure overwhelming you.

He started thrusting in and out, his pace fast and relentless. He fucked you harder, his cock filling you completely. "Don't stop. Please. Don't stop," you moaned.

"I can never be satisfied," he growled, his hands slapping your ass.

He reached down and grabbed your hair, pulling it back. He leaned down and kissed your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your skin. You moaned, his movements sending pleasure through you. "Harder, Bucky," you begged, needing more.

He began to pound into you, his cock hitting the deepest parts of you. "Oh, fuck, Y/N," he growled, his hips snapping back and forth.

"God, Bucky, that's it," you cried, your body trembling.

He kept going, his grip on your hair tightening. You could feel another orgasm building inside of you. You cried out as the orgasm tore through you, your body shaking with pleasure. He rode out your orgasm, and soon Bucky was growling, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Oh, fuck, yes," he growled, his cock pulsing inside of you as he came.

He pulled out and collapsed next to you, his breathing ragged. You looked at him, seeing his chest rise and fall. You had never seen him look so beautiful. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. You were exhausted, but satisfied, the feel of his strong arms around you comforting.

He grinned, "I told you I could make you beg."

"Oh, please. That's not how it went," you said, sitting up. "You practically beg me to let you fuck me."

"That's not how I remember it,” the corners of his lips curling with amusement.

With a casual shrug, you maintained your playful demeanor. "Well, it's what happened."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N," he replied, his hand sliding down to cup your ass.

You responded with a sassy retort, "Oh, believe me, Bucky, I'll be sleeping very well tonight."

"I hope so, because I have plenty more in store for you," he said, leaning over to kiss you.

"Well, you're not exactly terrible," you admitted, a mischievous twinkle in your eye as you teased him.

"Not exactly? Ouch." He feigned mock offense, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

"Make me," he said, his eyes filled with mischief.

With a smirk, you seized the opportunity, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He returned the kiss with fervor, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned softly as you felt his hands caressing your body, sending shivers down your spine.

You were breathless when he finally pulled away, "Now, that's more like it."

"Glad you approve," you replied, grinning.

You felt a rush of heat between your legs as he gazed at you, his blue eyes full of desire. "I'll always approve of you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

"Is that so?" You asked, biting your lip seductively.

"You bet," he replied, his eyes darkening as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

You surrendered to his touch, allowing him to take control. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip, sending waves of pleasure through you. He trailed kisses down your neck and collarbone, before moving back up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

As his hands continued their exploration, he whispered, "I could kiss you all night."

"Is that so?" You breathed, your body trembling with desire.

"It is," he replied, his lips brushing against yours.

"You're really insatiable, aren't you?" You echoed the same words he used on you.

"For you? Yes," he grinned.

"You're the worst, Bucky," you sighed dramatically, a grin playing on your lips.

"And yet, here you are, enjoying every moment," he smirked, playfully pulling away from the kiss, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"You're ridiculous," you laughed.

"That's what you love about me," he teased, pulling you even closer.

"I never said I love you," you retorted, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. "Actions speak louder than words, sweetheart."

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me already," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Yes, ma'am." He kissed you deeply, his hands roaming your body.

You gave yourself over to his touch, losing yourself in the pleasure. It was all you could do to hang on as he brought you to new heights, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your body.

And it was the best loss you ever experienced.

**The End**

[sonic-fankid-showdown]

Poll 3, Round 1.

About Geode: (by @oddogoblino) In an attempt to impress The Eggman, a mad yet inexperienced scientist stole Gerald Robotnik's blueprints of Project SHADOW and tried to improve on it to make the definitive true ultimate lifeform to defeat Sonic once and for all. To add insult to injury, the eggsupporter had chosen to use some of Sonic's DNA along with Shadow's, that'd been found from battle aftermaths, to make his creation. Before their prototype was even finished though, GUN had found out about Project REMASTERED. Rouge told Shadow about it before GUN could do a raid though so he could handle this personal matter how he found fit. Well, Shadow went and destroyed the lab of course, though he wasn't prepared to see just how early in development the project was. He was expecting something full grown but all he found was the prototype barely in the infant phase in its development. Being unable to just kill a baby or adopt this all powerful baby off to an unsuspecting family (and also being unknowingly motivated by Black Arms instincts to keep the species alive), Shadow decided to take the little hoglet in as his own. At first, Shadow was too caught up in caring for Geode off instinct to think about telling anyone about him, but just a few months in and Geode already began showing his defects in creation and Shadow turned to Sonic and Tails for help. Now, Geode has inhibitor rings to keep his chaos energy at a stable level and has been growing up comfortably from home to home, adventure to adventure. Geode himself though, by the time he's 16, is a very quiet, introverted, affectionate, emotional, compassionate, and sort of awkward character. He's not good at social but he cares about others and is very forgiving when hes wronged and has decent emotional intelligence. He's a "be mindful of how you use the water if the cup's half empty" kinda thinker. He's very curious on just about anything new he discovers. Others can think of him as being a bit simple minded sometimes though. People tend to overwhelm him easily so he finds most comfort in spending time with Chao. If he's not on a mission, he's a bit of a clumsy puppy of a guy. But, if Shadow puts 2 thoughts into something and Sonic puts none, then Geode only puts 1 thought into everything he does. He's a pacifist who can't bring himself to hurt living beings, he can fight nonsentient robots just fine but otherwise he prefers to trap any living enemies in whatever he can get his hands on. He's a stealth type and has a habit of stealing artifacts and other magical things he deems too powerful to let be taken even by his dads. He can see chaos auras 24/7 to a heightened sense, being able to see the chaos energy even in plants along with being able to see the chaos energy left behind from those deceased (aka, ghosts). He's faster than Sonic but he's weaker than Shadow. He loves the world around him very dearly, having Sonic's passion for life/the world and Shadow's determination to fight for himself. Geode also has picked up mechanics as a small hobby though he's not very passionate about it.

About Brutus: (by @susahnasomething) A genetically enhanced clone of Shadow (mixed with Sonic's DNA) Brutus was made and raised by Eclipse the Darkling, who hoped to bring back the black arms by making a bunch of super powerful clones. This was not good for her. Eventually the heroes defeated Eclipse, and Shadow rescued her (not her clone siblings sadly, cause SOMEONE DECIDED THAT THERE SHALL ONLY BE ONE) and was then raised by sonadow. Brutus is a dark and conceited girl, reminding everyone of past shadow. Who firmly believes she cannot be killed nor destroyed, so she tends to throw herself into danger. (shes the ultimate lifeform nothing can hurt her!!) . . . totally!

[styrmwb]

Rambling About Magic the Gathering X Final Fantasy - Final Fantasy V

Did you know FFV is one of my personal top favorite FF games? Haha. Yeah.

Gaelicat

I'm not sure why it gets stronger with artifacts, but the art on this is good, and it's a good choice for a monster to fill out the generic ranks.

Restoration Magic

Krile appearance! These tiered spell cards are a really cool way to do the different levels of magic. I really really like the rendition of Krile here, in her White Mage garb with the little ears.

Travel the Overworld

Bartz is the perfect card for this more generic JRPG concept. It's like, his whole character. There's a few towns that could be in the art, but I'm leaning towards Tule, since it's the first town you visit, and has blue roofing. Honestly, I feel like this could just Be Bartz's card, over his actual card.

Evil Reawakened

The art on this almost looks a bit like a 3D or clay model, but I kinda love it. The representation of the crystal room is a very cool thing.

Tonberry

You GOTTA have a Tonberry in this set. The stun counter makes me think of how they have a delayed actual attack in the games, where they have to approach you first, and of course once it can actually attack it's gonna rush in for the kill. A very very minor nitpick, but I wish the art was in that damp cave you find them in. It's still awesome though.

Coral Sword

Faris appearance!!!! It really, REALLY hurts that my 2nd favorite character in this game only gets an art appearance, but I'm happy she's at least here at all, in what seems to be her Knight outfit. As the coral sword is usually lightning aspected, I think that's what the first strike represents. Also, can I just say, I love how they depicted the sword itself.

Gilgamesh, Master-at-Arms

HERE HE IS! THE BIG MAN ON THE BIG BRIDGE! My FIRST favorite character in this game, and I could not be happier about how his card turned out. First, both his arts are incredible, the main art having that in front of the moon jump, and the alt having a more classic, japanese style befitting the samurai that he is. His ability perfectly fits his search for weapons, but the fact that it's six cards feels like it's his multiple arms. Searching the library could also be interpreted as jumping through dimensions, but that could be a stretch, maybe.

Sandworm

For as little V cards as there are, I think I would have preferred the X sandworm, purely for Shooting Star bias. Regardless, very cool art, and I like how it bursts out of the land to fuck up said land and switch it around.

Self-Destruct

They could have just used a bomb, but they instead decided to represent a story moment, and I'm really appreciative of that. Using the moment where Gilgamesh sacrifices himself to defeat Necrophobe makes me sad and happy, and I love the art rendition of it, where you can still see his silhouette in the explosion

Bartz and Boko

This is Bartz's aformentioned actual card, but it really just feels like a Boko card where Bartz is also there, considering the bird centric theming of it. I do like the art though, Bartz's outfit is one of my favorite designs in the series, and the two of them do deserve to be together.

Galuf's Final Act

Galuf appearance! Something I'm realizing going through all of these is the amount of legendary creatures does make gameplay difficult, but cards like this I think are the perfect way to represent someone without Just making them a creature. Having Galuf's most important story moment as an actual card is great, I love how the creature gets stronger then passes its strength down to someone else, just like Galuf and Krile. The art is also incredible, this is definitely one of my favorite cards.

Exdeath, Void Warlock/Neo Exdeath, Dimension's End

THE LAWS OF THE UNIVERSE MEAN NOTHING! I'm a little sad that he's not a tree, but I'll accept the green as that, and the fact they labeled him a spirit does show they know what they're doing. Similar to Cloud of Darkness and Xande, him getting his power from the graveyard (the void) makes a lot of sense. Might have been cool to make it exile though? Neo Exdeath's art looks like it's a high quality version of his sprite, in a good way, with the background giving that feel of the original.

Genji Glove

A perfect choice of equipment, with its usual wielder depicted in the art. I'll never be mad over more Gilgamesh. Though, ironically, while it's an FFV card, it feels a little more like later incarnations of the Genji Glove, like the VI version, where the double strike equals the "hold multiple weapons" trait. I'm not mad about this.

Magic Pot

MAGIC POT! One of my favorite enemies, though I prefer the XI version, this is obviously the one they should pick. I think the exiling is the equivalent of giving him something? Then of course once he leaves you get treasure. It's not a 1/1 recreation, but I think it works for what the gameplay needs. I also like how it has more defense than attack.

Gohn, Town of Ruin

I know these multicolor lands are mainly functional, like the effect came first then the theming, but for that fact I think I would have liked to see the Forest of Moore for this coloring, but it's a really minor complaint, you know. The art's incredible, really representing those vast plains Gohn lays in, with the mountain field around it. I see someone there, the blue tells me it's Bartz? Maybe?

Swamp

For our generic land, this swamp is the Ship Graveyard, which I think is an excellent choice. There's nothing specifically FF about this, but like a good shirt, the people who know get the real enjoyment out of this, and non fans can still get something too. I love the glow in the back.

Cid, Timeless Artificer

FFV's Cid looks properly wilty as he does, and Mid even gets to show up! I want to say they're specifically in the library of the Catapult, which I'm glad gets to get acknowledged if I'm correct.

This totals up to 16 out of 309 cards, for 5.1% of the deck. I'm honestly surprised at this, cause it felt like less. But I am grateful there's more than I thought. I do really wish they got more alt arts, like those numbered background cards, but to stay positive I think this has some cards that are a good way to represent characters while also spreading out the types of cards.

Things I would have added: ANY appearance by Lenna, like, they combined Balthier and Fran, what if we got a Tycoon Sisters card?? Come on, I'm begging you. Also, for the game with my FAVORITE incarnation of the job system, I really wish it got any job cards. Someone could have gotten a job master gimmick. When V is one of my top favorites, if not my favorite, it makes me sad to see it not get the love it deserves. But I got something.

[tee-dohrnii]

So? What’s the lore behind dark Gale? The way you draw him is…. too much. May I see more?

Is too much a good thing or a bad thing? ( ; v ;)

Dark Gale has been around the tags, there's different versions and interpretations of him, but I guess my version of it is a mix of early access Gale with a decaying body ravaged by the orb, and that Tim Downie cameo of dark Gale that someone requested.

Isolated for a year, relying on absorbing his collection of artifacts that I'm sure he used to be very proud of, turning to Tara who was now his only friend and companion to fly out and find more once he's run out while the orb destroys his body from the inside, I'm sure it took a toll on him physically and mentally.

Desperation and fear made him latch on to Stelle (or Tav basically) who seemed to be the only one of the party to actually not mind giving him magic artifacts to subdue the orb, even eagerly looking for artifacts just for him. I imagined that's how he becomes attached and obsessive, like the Tim Downie cameo of dark Gale - His attraction and real affection, combined with that desperation to live (I guess kinda like Astarion seducing Tav to survive?) made him obsessive.

That's my take on the dark Gale I drew ( ; v ;) I'll draw more when I can/feel like it, thank you for the ask 💜

[roseofhybrids]

Headcanon about the godhood au: the most radical of the Cyn-worshipping ones have made several attempts to ressurrect their dark lord by uploading Cyn's mind from Uzi into themselves, and only a single group have managed to get close enough to do so and they got caught partway through, but they got far enough to get infected with the solver and become able to remotely communicate with Cyn.

I could definitely see an incident like that being part of the reason why Uzi, N, and V live in the bunker without any other drones

it's not like it's completely forbidden for drones to enter there. I imagine some of the rooms towards the entrance get used by the devotees for a variety of things like meeting places, performing rites, storing offerings and artifacts, et cetera

but deeper in, you can only enter if you receive some sort of invitation for the sake of privacy and security. Which, an incident like this could definitely warrant that type of security As for the drones who managed to get themselves infected, I could see them getting a version similar to what disassembly drones have. Leaving them with a need for oil and sensitivity to sunlight

not that they'd ever see the sun again after pulling a stunt like that like, I'm no legal expert, but I feel like breaking into god's house to try and resurrect the devil will get you a life sentence in a theocracy

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

NASA's PUNCH catches first rainbow and other new images

As instrument commissioning and calibration checks continue for NASA's newly launched PUNCH (Polarimeter to Unify the Corona and Heliosphere) mission, its four spacecraft continue to deliver new images—including its first rainbow-colored view of the sky and the first images taken by two of its instruments.

The goal of PUNCH is to reveal new details of how the solar atmosphere, or corona, unfolds and streams through the solar system as the solar wind. It is the first mission designed to measure the corona and solar wind in three dimensions by studying the polarization of light, which is the direction light travels after it has been scattered by particles.

In PUNCH's images, the polarization is revealed through color coding, resulting in a rainbow image that gives scientists new insight on the solar wind's movement.

Collectively, PUNCH's four satellites include one Narrow Field Imager (NFI) and three Wide Field Imagers (WFIs). The NFI is a coronagraph, which blocks out the bright light from the sun to better see details in the sun's corona. The WFIs are heliospheric imagers that view the very faint, outermost portion of the solar corona and the solar wind itself.

The mission's fully processed science data will stitch together views from all four spacecraft and remove artifacts from the background of space and the cameras themselves. These early images help the mission team confirm that PUNCH's cameras are in focus, working properly, and able to capture the quality observations needed to achieve the mission's goals.

Throughout the remainder of the commissioning phase, scientists will calibrate the instruments' views to reveal illuminating details in the sun's corona.

TOP IMAGE: On April 18, 2025, the WFI-2 instrument (which captured its first light on April 14) took images through all three of its polarizers in succession for the first time to create this view. The image is colorized to show the polarization (or angle) of the zodiacal light, a faint glow from dust orbiting the sun. Hue indicates direction, and saturation indicates degree of polarization. For example, a pastel green feature would be slightly polarized in the horizontal direction, while a deep blue feature would be strongly polarized in a diagonal direction. The sun’s location is marked with a star symbol. Other stars in the sky appear white because they are mostly unpolarized compared to the 7% polarization of the zodiacal light. The compact Pleiades star cluster appears just above center, and the V-shaped Hyades star cluster appears to the upper left of the Pleiades. Credit: NASA/SwRI

LOWER IMAGE: During commissioning, PUNCH’s NFI instrument captured this image of the new moon as it passed by the sun in the sky on April 27, 2025. The new moon appears full, because it is illuminated by Earthshine (sunlight reflected off Earth). The image helped the PUNCH team confirm that the moon will not obscure NFI’s view of the corona and solar wind. The dark circle near the bottom is the shadow of NFI’s occulter, which hides the sun. The occulter, which was not yet fully aligned with the Sun, is surrounded by a narrow bright ring of diffracted light. Around that is a large, hazy circle of stray light glinting off the occulter (the moon is inside that circle). Outside that is a small, dimmer region of the sky that is less affected by glint. Credit: NASA/SwRI

[yumiko-shigaraki]

Prayers To A Forgotten God [Ch.1]

Touya Todoroki/Goddess!Yumiko Shigaraki (though I will be posting a Touya/Reader version!)

No warnings as of now

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Thousands of years ago, it was said that deities walked the Earth. The first and oldest; Kurogiri, the God of wisdom, formed from a violet cloud hanging over the center of the desert. He had formed long before man, though not long after him, formed Bubaigawara and Shuichi. Bubaigawara, God of night and day, formed in the core of Earth itself, and emerged from a crack in the sea. Shuichi, the God of nature, came from the grassy plains, and watched over animals and plants alike.

As the stories go, Shuichi formed during a time when the Earth could hardly sustain itself, and had to assist it in becoming stable. Then, once the planet was where it needed to be to sustain complex life, man formed. With man, three more deities came. Akaguro, God of bloodlust, and the keeper of souls was the first of the three. None of the stories specify how he came about, however. Then, there was Atsuhiro, the God of luck and stealth, formed from a patch of four leaf clovers. Finally, Magne, Goddess of beauty, formed from pearls and veins of gold beneath the sea.

Long after, there was Tomura, the God of destruction, and Yumiko, Goddess of love and fertility. They were siblings born of the sun and moon.

Tomura came from a spot in the sun, and he was Hellbent on destroying man and their creations on Earth. None of the stories agree on who created him or how exactly he formed, but they all agree he ruled the land for a full six decades before Yumiko emerged from the moon. By then, Tomura had nearly wiped out all of mankind; it had taken five hundred years of battle between the siblings and minor deities to subdue Tomura, and another four centuries for Yumiko to help her followers rebuild humanity. Though even then, Tomura ‘blessed’ mankind with powers, each one unique to the specific individual in hopes that mankind would eventually wipe themselves out.

During this time, Yumiko created the Goddess Himiko from her own blood and hair. Himiko was the Goddess of attraction and marriage, and helped Yumiko restore humanity.

The nine main deities are collectively referred to as the League. In the modern age, worship of the League has died down, only having a few hundred people across the globe who still worship them. Yet, their temples still stand tall and proud. The last worshippers say that the reason the temples haven’t fallen to ruins is due to the Gods themselves inhabiting them. There is only one original temple that was built in what’s now modern Japan, and that’s where the young man stood at the bottom of the steps.

Touya isn’t sure if the stories are true of course, but as he stands outside of one of them, he doesn’t think it matters much. His thumbs brush over the raised letters on the cover of the book he stole from a library in preparation for this. He looks down at the dark blue cover, A Beginner’s Guide to the Goddess of Fertility in gold letters across the front. He opens it, and flips around until he finds the pages covering what to bring for offerings. He has what he needs, a bunch of clitorias, wine (down to the specific type the book listed), and a bag of blueberries.

He takes a deep breath and steps forward onto the stairs into the temple. It’s made of some sort of black stone, shiny and cracked in places. Nature has taken over in several spots, but it’s still in considerably good shape. He slowly walks up the steps and enters the temple, old bookshelves lining the walls and collecting dust.

There are gold artifacts scattered around, and a few animals sleeping in pairs. Mostly small mammals such as bunnies and varying rodents, though he does notice a few blue and purple lizards here and there. He looks down at the book, struggling to find the page where he had inserted a stray piece of paper containing a map of the temple.

As he walks with his face buried in the book, he stumbles over a vine, falling flat on his belly. The clumsy act sends the book flying out of his hands and skittering across the stone floor, the stray paper finally revealing itself and slowly floating to the ground.

The torches in the room suddenly lit themselves, bright blue flames engulfing the ends of them and giving the room a baby blue hue. Though the flames are the same color as his own, Touya is sure he didn’t light them. He has more grip on his quirk than he used to, and he would have felt his body heat up with his quirk if he had used it, even in a panic.

He shakily stands up, looking across the room before his eyes land on one torch in particular, the flame dancing in an abnormal way. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say that it almost looks like two people dancing like they do at weddings. Two lovers made of pure heat and fire embracing each other adoringly and paying him no mind. He keeps his eyes on them, soon walking over to the torch and momentarily forgetting about his book or map.

He approaches the torch, and raises his hand to try to correct the flame, but once his hand comes within only a few inches of the fire, he notices it’s ice cold— enough to send a shiver down his spine and cause him to yank his hand away in confusion. The fiery couple turn their heads to him, completely faceless, though even without the expressions he feels as if he had interrupted something sacred as the flame was suddenly snuffed out.

It then relights itself, still ice cold, but this time the flame dances normally. No couple. No embrace. Just the lonely flicker of a normal flame.

He steps back, and turns his head to the other torches, all of which were still lit. He releases a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding, and walks over to grab his book and map. He picks up the piece of paper, and furrows his brows. The paper is cold to the touch, and there is no longer a map on either side of it, simply a few words that shoot another shiver straight down his spine.

I do not get many visitors anymore. Are your intentions pure? Do you seek advice? Or have you come to steal? Come child, tell me what your business is in my temple.

The words were burned into the paper, though the edges, which normally would have been black and easy to crumble even by mistake, were frosty. As if somebody had written the words with the coldest ink one could conjure.

Touya’s heart races in his chest, and any other normal person would have left screaming, but he felt a sense of calm as he read the words over and over again. Until another sentence showed up below the last.

I will not ask twice.

Then, the paper went back to its original state. Almost. The map he had seen before was now changed. Now the map had more rooms and passageways marked on it, each one labelled, and some with a little comment about how some people were so foolish as to not write down an accurate map of her temple.

Touya’s hands shake as he places the paper over the cover of the book, and he slowly follows the map into a long corridor and down a flight of stairs, certain rooms and paths being marked with a small heart.

After what felt like an hour, Touya finds himself in a large room, more bookshelves, animals in pairs, and artifacts lying about. The only difference between this room and the rest of the temple? This room was much more orderly. Not a single crack or vine in sight, almost as if it had been built and decorated just earlier that evening. In the center was a circular pool of water, said to have been where Yumiko would bless those struggling with fertility or love.

There are varying fish swimming around in the crystal clear waters, and in the center he sees a much larger version of the flowers he had brought as an offering. He stares at it for a long time before looking in the book, soon finding a pedestal near the pool of water, where the book instructed him to set his offerings and say a prayer.

He sets all three items on the pedestal, first the berries, then the flowers, and finally the wine.

He reads the prayer over and over again before he sets the book down and sits on his knees, clasping his hands together and looking out towards the giant clitoria floating in the water.

“Oh, loving Yumiko, hear my prayer and heal my body and soul, for I seek aid in my journey. I call for your help, great goddess, as I am looking for a path I cannot find. Hear my prayer, and present yourself to me, for I need to speak with you.” His voice is loud and confident, even if his legs and hands are trembling, hoping he hadn’t gotten the prayer wrong despite double checking the book every so often.

Then, the temple began to shake, causing him to brace himself on the ground and press his palms into the cold stone beneath him. The water in the pool splashed around, and the animals began making a lot of noise, though it didn’t sound like they were panicking, rather just helping call out to the almost forgotten goddess.

He closes his eyes tightly, and the next time he opens them, a loud scream erupts from his throat before he can stop it. There, laying on her belly in the center of the clitoria, was the goddess he sought. Her hair is long and black but somehow flowing as if there was wind deep in the temple.

“What do you seek, child?”