#and he's manipulated you so well that you no longer fear his touch and why should you when he's been nothing but kind and helpful and !!!!!

[merakiui]

*DIGS YOU OUT FROM THE MUD* MOOOOOAR!!!! HDJSJSK once azul find out the secret behind his fave milk, floyd takes him out back and forces him to breed u to keep quiet and jade omg jad has the biggest balls and loves to put them on ur face aaaaaaa

AAAAAAAA YES YES YES OTL THANK YOU FOR DIGGING ME OUT.......... allow me to describe The Vision because I had more thoughts while I was trapped under the mud.

(cw: nsfw, female hucow reader, breeding, pregnancy, bull hybrid jade, lactation, there's really no plot here; just pure horny >_< )

✧ floyd has the biggest crush on you and it's so obvious, but he's not allowed to touch you because boring farm regulations and blah blah blah. >:( it wouldn't be good if another male's scent was on you when they're trying to pair you and jade together, and floyd thinks that's a stupid rule because you're his girl!!! he definitely doesn't follow it. maybe he promises to be good and pull out each time, maybe give you a bath to wash his scent off, just to keep things safe. he's so stupidly in love with you and it shows. orz his favorite thing to do is milk you because you make the cutest little sounds. he's painfully hard the entire time and he can't stop looking at your heavy tits, admiring the feel of them in his hands, or the way you tremble, your body alight with arousal. he's down so bad. he has to cap all of the bottles and stock them in the fridge first before he's going off to deal with his erection. T_T

✧ and jade......... he's a sly bastard. he knows floyd's in love with you (anyone could tell) and he takes every possible opportunity to stir up drama just for the fun of it. floyd threatens to send him off to the slaughterhouse if he keeps acting like an ass, but that's jade's specialty. <3 he just loves pressing you against the fence and rutting into you from behind, loves to drink straight from your tits, loves to fuck you in broad daylight so that everyone on the farm knows you're getting your guts rearranged by him. and floyd hates it! it's just not fair. why did they have to bring jade in? can't they just leave the breeding up to floyd? he'd gladly knock you up. but you and jade are so compatible and jade's so possessive of you, and the last time floyd tried to enter your pen he was swiftly kicked in the stomach. ;;;;;

✧ and azul!!!! he loves, loves, loves the milk from this farm. it's just so delicious; it's made the dishes at his restaurant taste even better than before. since he's an ambitious man, he originally visits the farm with the intention of purchasing whichever dairy cow is responsible for producing such high-quality milk just so he can get it straight from the source without having to go through the hoops of shipping and whatnot. but floyd's so evasive with answering his questions and as azul's leaving in a huff he passes the barn and spies you inside and...... now he needs you!!! he'll pay any price; he's desperate. floyd's dying inside because no one's supposed to know about you, but this loud-mouthed businessman knows and..... he allows azul to milk you so he can take a few bottles home for himself in exchange for his silence, and azul is so good at rizzing you that he ends up fucking you. and jade lets it happen because it's another fun way to watch floyd shrivel up and die. T_T he's so mean,,,,,

✧ and when you're pregnant, your milk production seems to double and you have to be milked multiple times a day because your tits get so heavy and full. floyd's living the dream, even more so when you weep and beg him to just fuck you already because you're soooo sensitive and soooo horny and you desperately need to be filled with cock; and jade's busy napping, so he can't do it. floyd gladly takes his place and he's the happiest in the world because after so long he finally gets to fuck you. he cums so much, all of it stuffed inside, and he cradles your belly so sweetly and tenderly.

✧ the alternative to this idea is that azul kidnaps you from the farm and keeps you captive in his home so that he can always have your milk for himself. not only for personal enjoyment but for the mostro lounge as well, and you hate him so much because he took you away from your home and friends and he keeps you shackled and collared with a little bell so you won't run away or escape. you've spent so long with him and you're months into your first pregnancy with him and he's been nothing but sweet and soft and he fucks you so good; and he's always so eager to milk you and he praises you constantly. stockholm syndrome kicks in and suddenly he's not so bad. suddenly you don't hate him anymore. suddenly you're riding him into the sheets with reckless abandon and coming apart on his cock because it feels so good and you love him so much and this is where you've always wanted to be. this is your home.

[lycheebloom]

mania : short whippet of yan. shadow milk cookie (pre. corruption & post corruption)

tw : yandere shadow milk cookie, light/heavy psychological & physical manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, violence, potentially ooc

"Put your trust in me, for none will deceive you as long as I am here."

♡ You first meet him in a period where he was yet to be touched by greed and trickery. A humble cookie you were, innocently strolling amidst the streets of your home kingdom until you stumbled across him.

♡ He was nothing short of humble and truthful as the rumors had entailed—polite with a well-mannered tone and gracious in his deeds of honesty for all. As if woven by fate itself, your coincidental encounters with him grew more and more common, until a bond began to flourish. Little promises and giggles were shared, fondness bloomed between stories and tales.

♡ The man was often teased by his peers for his fondness towards you, yet he didn't mind. Unbeknownst to them, a darker truth was veiled beneath the surface. Keeping his hands clasped together with yours for just a second longer than normal, neglecting his duties at times just for another moment to bask in your presence—Ah, the list could really go on and on.. But it was alright. It was just a small, little secret. A white lie that couldn't hurt anybody. He'd shoulder the truth of this minuscule act.

♡ "(Name) Cookie, over here! I have to share with you this interesting moment that happened in the court.."

♡ And so, it would continue this way, until something changed.

♡ He began to grow less benevolent. Fatigue was evident through the eyebags his form now carried, his caring tone strained. The everlasting truth in his words withered, falsehoods spilling out from his mouth that caused chaos and harm to break out within kingdoms. Especially the one you dwelled in.

♡ As his behavior towards common cookiekind warped, so did his towards you. His actions grew obsessive, arms clinging onto you at every instance as though you would dissolve if he were to let go. Even you weren't safe from the deceit that had tore through his heart, the cookie whispering sweet lies into your ears.

�� The well being of the other cookies didn't matter to him anymore, why should he bother? Their foolishness bound them to a terrible fate from the very start, he should've given up on them sooner. Too long had he and the other heroes tolerated their exploitation! But oh, dear you..

♡ You were an exception from his all-consuming resentment towards those that had taken advantage of him and his comrades. Poor, poor you. Having to associate with these wicked folk, such a kind soul you had...! Of course, he couldn't stand by idly and let your torment continue.

♡ "Ah—(Name) Cookie, don't struggle.. This is for the greater good, I promise you." He coaxed softly, one hand gently stroking the back of your head as the other restrained you. He would bring you salvation, away from those filthy brethren that you called your 'friends'.

♡ Yet you continued to struggle, restlessly moving as you tried to free yourself of the binds. Your resistance only complicated and extended the process of renewal, but he didn't blame you; no, he could never! The other cookies have merely brainwashed you. That must be it. You would never gaze at him with such fear in your eyes, you wouldn't tremble at his touch.

♡ Your hostility only solidified his view on the others. They were irredeemable!—Not only had they used him and the other heroes, but they even turned you against him! Outrageous!

♡ Your coldness wounded his heart, yet he didn't falter. He was sure he could break through such a silly perspective they had influenced you into.

♡ "(Name)~ Don't fight me.." He sighed, fingers benignly clasping your face when you tried to turn your head away. The cold sensation sent tremors down your spine. "I know they've conditioned you into this, but I assure you, I only want the best for you.." He cooed, pulling you in closer. An arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, as he traced small circles onto your back with his free hand.

♡ How much longer would it take until you finally gave into his advances? He pouted at the thought, opting to bury his head into your shoulder. The sweet scent of you drove him insane. Yes, everything would be just fine.. As long he had you with him.

♡ Yet his whole world crashed down on him one day. Pinned down by the fork those witches had dared to cast down on him; his vision tuned out the other forms of his friends being restrained, all he could focus on was your figure.

♡ Your disappointed frown with somber eyes. Why were you staring at him with that expression? Where are you going? Wait! No, don't go! His expression twisted into one of desperation, arms sprawling out towards your retreating figure. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. You.. You can't leave him here!

♡ "(Name), (Name) Cookie, wait! No, no no COME BACK! Please, please, please.. Don't go, you can't go, you're not supposed to—I need you..!"

♡ As you stopped in your steps and turned around, a glimmer of hope shone within his heart. Yet it crumbled just as fast as you looked away, continuing to walk away. Away from him. To leave him. Why? Why had you discarded him? Had he not done so much to prove his love and adoration to you..? He cast his head down, thoughts swarming his head in a frenzy.

♡ "(Name).."

♡ You were all he wanted. Why couldn't he have you?

♡ His vision went black.

.

.

♡ How long had it been? He was unsure.

♡ You continued to linger in his thoughts even after he had been trapped in the Silver Tree, becoming the only source of solace in his seemingly-endless solitude. He was uninterested in talking to his 'friends', their bond growing more strained as each day passed. He couldn't understand how he got along with them back then. Corruption seeped and curled within his being, infecting his mind and very essence. It fed on his despair and longing, clouding the last traces of lucidity and truth.

♡ He just wanted you back. He made a vow to himself.

♡ Once he has you again, he'll never let you go.

.

.

.

"Seriously, who can say no to a pinch of good old Deceit?"

♡ "Oh, finally some fresh air!" Shadow Milk Cookie exclaimed with a sigh, stretching his arms. Being in that cramped tree didn't help his joints at all, hopefully he didn't catch a case of arthritis! A wide grin was on his face as he peered down on the cookies that had been so, so stupid that they thought they could delay his arrival! He scrutinized their forms, yet his eyes lit up at a familiar sight.

♡ You.

♡ "Ah, (Name) Cookie!~♡" Shadow Milk Cookie was quick to pick you up, ignoring the screams of horror that the other pesky little cookies let out—who he presumed were your friends. Two fingers were clasped around your form, as he dangled you in the air. If he wasn't giddy before, he definitely was now.

♡ Shadow Milk Cookie smiled ear to ear, admiring your form in his clutch for a few moments further before he glanced back at your noisy friends, his smile dropping as the light in his eyes faded.

♡ He turned his gaze back towards you, his frown changing into a smile once more.

♡ "Truly, you couldn't begin to comprehend how much I've missed you!.." Shadow Milk Cookie sighed, leaning his face closer towards your tiny figure. "We have soooo much to catch up on..~" He gave an half-lidded smile.

♡ "But first.." He eyed your peers. "Let's go somewhere where these little.. 'friends' of yours won't disturb us." With a snap of his fingers, your surroundings changed.

.

♡ What.. was this place? Everywhere you looked, only strained your vision. It felt unreal, as though you were in another dimension entirely. Eyes of all azure shades stared back at you, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

♡ "Tada!~ My special little world, what do you think of it?" Shadow Milk Cookie smiled happily, placing a hand on your shoulder. You shuddered at the touch, hurriedly stepping away from the madman that you were trapped with.

♡ "Hm? Don't you know it's rude to stareeee..?" Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head, bending it at an unnatural angle. He stepped closer towards you with every step you took back, quickly closing the distance. He latched his hand out, gently tilting your chin up.

♡ "Still resisting now are we? Oh, silly, silly (Name)..!" He broke out into giggles, then chuckles, before it warped into full-blown laughter. "Ah, your shenanigans never fail to amuse me!~" He wiped a stray tear, grinning as one of his hands pulled you into his embrace.

♡ His lips grazed over the exposed surface of your neck, biting down into soft flesh as jam spilled out from the wound—to which he quickly lapped it up, leaving a soft kiss as an apology. He only pulled back when he deemed there were sufficient marks, a smile on his face as he took in your shaky breath and unfocused gaze. You really were just the cutest..! "You see.. Time works differently in this little place I created."

♡ "Hmm.. For example, I could make it so that.. the equivalent of merely a second in the outside world could amount to a year in here! Or a decade! Or even a century, the possibilities are ENDLESS!" The pitch of his tone raised, delighting in your unnerved expression.

♡ "Anywho, what I'm trying to get across is that we have alllll the time in the world, my sweet (Name)~.." His tone dropped to a mere whisper, his smile fading as though the deceit within him was unraveling before you. Deep in his eyes swirled a whirlpool of something far darker than you could ever understand.

♡ "So let's see how long this little charade of yours will last. ♡"

♡ After all, he's waited eons for you in that damned tree. He can wait a little longer for you to break.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Gonna Burn The Whole Place Down (Dark Smut)

Summary: Some creeps kidnaps and uses you however he sees fits.

Warnings: Dark! Logan, Mean! Logan, Kidnapping reader, Manipulative! Logan, Rape that sounds like Dubcon, Praise, PWP, Dom Logan and Sub reader, Nipple play, Begging, Edging, Degradation, Oral (on him), Hair pulling, Fingering, Free use! reader, Reader agreeing to being owned

Word Count: 3.8k

You were walking down an empty street when suddenly you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist. Before you could react, you were lifted off the ground and pressed against a hard chest. "I've got you now," a deep voice whispered in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You struggled in panic, but the man's grip was like iron, pinning your arms to your sides. You tried to scream, but his hand clamped over your mouth, silencing you. "Now, now," he said, his tone mocking. "No need to make a scene. Just come quietly and this will all be over soon." The man started to walk, keeping you pressed tightly against him. You could feel his chest heaving with each step, the steady beat of his heart drumming in your ear. You tried to twist and turn, struggling to free yourself, but his hold was unrelenting.

"Don't bother," the man said, chuckling darkly. "I have you now and you're not getting away. So why don't you just submit to me, huh?" His hand slid down to your hip, pulling you even tighter against him. You could smell the scent of leather and musk, and you felt a pang of fear at the sudden interruption to your seemingly normal day. "Why are you doing this?" you managed to gasp out, your voice muffled by his hand. The man's reply was a soft laugh. "Oh, sweetheart," he said. "You'll find out soon enough. But let's just say I've had my eye on you for a long time." He took a sharp turn, heading into a dark alleyway.

The alley was dark and deserted, and the man's footsteps echoed against the brick walls. He continued to hold you firmly against him, his grip unyielding. "You know," he said suddenly, "I've been watching you for a while now. You're a pretty little thing, all alone in this dangerous city. And I couldn't resist the impulse any longer." Letting out a soft whine. "Please," you pleaded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Let me go. I won't tell anybody, I promise." The man tightened his grip, lifting you up until your feet were off the ground. "Now, now, don't beg," he said. "I don't like it when you beg. It makes me want to do bad things to you." He chuckled again, the sound sending another shiver down your spine. You were completely at his mercy. The man was strong, his muscled arms like iron bands around your body. His hand moved again, sliding up beneath your shirt, his fingers trailing lightly across your skin. You gasped at the unexpected touch, a mix of fear and something else you couldn't quite name flooding through you as you heard his rough voice speak up once more. "I do alot to save this damn city, and the idiots in it. I believe it's time I get proper compensation, don't you?" Tensing at his words before you mumbled. "Compensation?" you repeated, your voice shaking. The man's hand continued to roam, his touch both gentle and possessive. "Yeah," he replied, his voice low with a hint of menace. "And I've decided that you're going to be my compensation." You were horrified by his words. "No," you protested weakly, but the man only laughed, his grip on you tightening even further. "Oh, but you are," he said, his voice hardening. "You belong to me now, and I'm taking you with me. So you might as well make this easier on both of us and stop struggling." He started walking again, his footsteps taking you both further into the shadows of the alley.

He took you to a secluded location. The man was ruthless and manipulative in every sense as he made it clear just who was in control of the situation. You struggled in vain against his hold, trying desperately to break free from his grasp. But the man's arms were like iron around you, his strength far exceeding your own. He held you tightly against him as he walked, his breath hot against your ear. As he carried you further into the darkness, you could feel a shiver run down your spine. You were completely helpless, at the mercy of this man who had kidnapped you. The man suddenly stopped, and you realized that you were in a small room. It was dark and damp, the only source of light coming from a single window high up on the wall. The man set you down roughly, stepping back as he looked you up and down. "Well, look at you," he said, his voice low and gruff. You could feel his gaze roaming over you, taking in every inch of your body. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure despite the fear gripping your heart. "W-who are you? What do you want with me?" you demanded, attempting to sound stronger than you felt. Your eyes darted around the dimly lit space, searching for an escape route or anything that could be used as a weapon. "I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but I won't play along easily." You stood tall, though your legs trembled slightly beneath you.

"You're a pretty little thing," he went on, a hint of admiration in his voice while ignoring your words. "I knew you would be." He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to brush gently against your cheek. Your skin tingled at the touch, even as you tried to pull away. "No, no, don't be scared," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you…much." His hand moved lower, trailing down your neck and across your collarbone. You shivered once more, your mind racing with a mix of fear and something else you couldn't quite name. "You're trembling for me," the man observed, his voice taking on a hint of satisfaction. "I like that." You bit your lip, trying to stifle a whimper as his fingers continued their exploratory path. Despite your best efforts, your body betrayed you, responding to his touch in ways that made you burn with shame and confusion. "Stop it," you whispered, but there was less conviction behind the words now. His words about not hurting you much echoed in your ears, filling you with a sense of dread and uncertainty. "What do you want from me?" you asked again, hoping to distract yourself from the unsettling sensations coursing through you. "Money? Information? Just tell me so we can get this over with." Even as you spoke, you wondered if you truly wanted to know the answer. Some part of you feared that acknowledging his desires might make them all the more real and inescapable.

The man chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent vibrations through your chest where he still touched you. "Oh, sweetie, it's not that simple," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "You see, I've had my eye on you for a while now. And I've decided that you're just too perfect to let go." His hand slid further down, cupping your breast through your clothes. You gasped, a jolt of electricity shooting straight to your core at the intimate contact. "Mmm, yes, just like that," he murmured, giving your sensitive flesh a gentle squeeze. "So soft and responsive. I bet you'd look lovely spread out on my bed, wouldn't you?" He leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "I'm going to take my time with you. Make you mine in every way possible. Have you mold to fit and take my cock with ease whenever I wish." His other hand found its way to the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it up your thighs. "And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget who owns this tight little pussy." With those words, he pushed your skirt higher, exposing your panties to his hungry gaze. "Imagine how good it would feel to have me inside you, claiming every inch of your tight little body as mine. You'd love it, I promise." His other hand began to roam, slipping under your shirt to trace the curves of your waist and hip. "But first, let's get you out of these pesky clothes, shall we?" With a swift tug, he yanked your shirt over your head, leaving you exposed and vulnerable in the dim light. "Beautiful," he breathed, drinking in the sight of your bare breasts. "Absolutely stunning." His hands cupped them once more, thumbs flicking over the hardened nipples as he leaned in to capture one between his lips. A moan escaped your throat, unwanted and unbidden, as pleasure sparked through you. The man smiled against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. "That's it, baby."

You couldn't help but arch into his touch, a traitorous moan escaping your lips as his mouth worked magic on your sensitive nipple. The conflicting emotions swirling within you threatened to consume you - fear, revulsion, and yet, a strange, building heat that seemed to emanate from your very core. "Please…" you whimpered, unsure whether you were begging him to stop or continue. His words, the possessive hunger in his tone, stirred something deep within you, a primal response to his dominance. As if in a trance, you found yourself helping him remove your remaining clothing, standing before him in nothing but your lacy underwear. The cool air of the room kissed your heated skin, making you acutely aware of your nudity. When his gaze roamed over your body, you felt a heat creep up your core, but it wasn't entirely from embarrassment. The man's eyes gleamed with approval as they took in your nearly naked form, lingering on the delicate lace of your bra and panties. "Such a pretty little thing, all wrapped up for me," he purred, reaching out to trace a finger along the edge of your bra. "Let's get rid of these, shall we?" With a deft motion, he unclasped the front closure, allowing the cups to fall away and expose your breasts to his hungry gaze. "Mmm, perfect," he breathed, leaning in to nuzzle the soft mounds. His tongue swirled around a nipple, drawing it into his mouth to suckle greedily. You cried out, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The man's free hand dipped below the waistband of your panties, his fingers finding your slick folds without hesitation.

A sharp gasp tore from your throat as his fingers delved into your most intimate area, stroking and teasing your sensitive flesh. The combination of his mouth on your breast and his digits exploring your core was overwhelming, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume everything in its path. "Ah! Oh god…" you moaned, your hips instinctively rocking against his hand as he coaxed forth more of your arousal. The rough texture of his fingers against your tender inner walls sent sparks of pleasure racing up your spine, making your toes curl and your head spin. "Please… more," you begged, hardly recognizing the desperate, needy sounds emerging from your own mouth. The man chuckled darkly, his fingers continuing their relentless stimulation of your clit and entrance. "Patience, baby," he teased, his breath hot against your breast as he spoke. "We've got all night to explore every inch of you." His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had you seeing stars. At the same time, he pushed a long, curved finger inside you, crooking it to stroke that sensitive spot deep within. You bucked wildly against his hand, overwhelmed by the dual assault on your senses. "Yes, just like that," he praised, his voice thick with lust. "Take it, sweetheart. Let me fill you up." His pace quickened, driving you closer and closer to the brink of climax. Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching.

You let out a frustrated whine, your body craving the intense pleasure only his skilled fingers could provide. "N-no, please," you pleaded, reaching down to grab his wrist, desperate to guide him back to where you needed him most. But he simply laughed, the sound low and mocking, as he pulled away completely. "Not yet, little one," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "First, I want to see you beg for it." He stepped back, leaving you panting and wanting, your body on high alert for his next move. "Get on your knees," he commanded, gesturing towards the floor. "Show me how much you need my cock." The humiliation of being ordered to such a degrading position made you grow flustered, but the ache between your legs refused to be ignored. The mutant man watched with a predatory grin as you hesitated, torn between your pride and the desperate longing for release. Finally, with a defeated sigh, you sank to your knees, the cold stone floor biting into your skin. You kept your gaze lowered, unable to bear the weight of his expectant stare. "Good girl," he purred, his boots thudding against the ground as he stepped closer. The scent of his musk enveloped you, making your head spin. "Now, open wide and show me that pretty little mouth of yours." He grasped his thick erection, stroking it slowly as he waited for you to comply. The anticipation was suffocating, and you knew you had no choice but to obey. With shaking hands, you reached up to wrap your fingers around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his skin as he barely fit around your hand.

Your trembling fingers barely managed to encircle his girth, and you could feel the pulse of his heartbeat throbbing beneath your palm. The tip of his cock nudged against your parted lips, leaking precum that tasted salty on your tongue. Swallowing hard, you looked up at him through your lashes, your gaze meeting his piercing brown nearly black eyes. They glinted with dark desire, promising untold pleasures and torments alike. Steeling yourself, you leaned forward, taking the head of his dick into your mouth. The moment his flavor hit your taste buds, you knew you were lost. He was addictive, a drug you craved even as you loathed the control he held over you. You began to suck, your lips stretching around his impressive size as you bobbed your head, trying to take him deeper with a whine. Logan groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided your movements, setting a punishing rhythm that left you breathless and dizzy. "Fuck, yeah, just like that," he growled, his hips snapping forward to plunge deeper into your willing mouth. The musky taste of him filled your senses, and you found yourself growing drunk on it, craving more even as your jaw ached from the stretch. His cock hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. But he didn't relent, fucking your face with abandon, using you for his pleasure. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice gravelly with lust. You met his gaze, your own glazed over with a mix of pain and arousal, your cheeks wet with tears and saliva. "Such a good little cocksucker."

The degrading praise only served to heighten your submission, your mind hazy with the need to serve this dominant figure. You relaxed your throat, letting him use you for his pleasure, reveling in the power he wielded over your body. Each thrust of his hips sent vibrations through your mouth, the sensation almost too much to bear. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of a climax, your own arousal forgotten in the face of pleasing him. Logan's grip on your hair tightened, pulling you off his cock with a wet pop. Before you could catch your breath, he spun you around, bending you over an armchair. "Ass up, slut," he snarled, yanking your panties down to your knees. Cold air hit your exposed sex, making you shiver, and then his large hand was spreading your cheeks, exposing your dripping hole to his gaze before you felt a wad of spit slowly trickle down to mix with your dripping cunt. Logan's fingers probed your slick folds, gathering your juices before pushing two thick digits inside you. You cried out, your back arching as he stretched you open, his touch both painful and pleasurable. "So tight," he grunted, scissoring his fingers to widen you further. "Gonna wreck this pussy." He added a third digit, pumping them in and out at a brutal pace, his knuckles slapping against your ass with each thrust. The chair creaked under your weight as you struggled to maintain balance, your mind reeling from the onslaught of sensations. Just when you thought he'd drive you mad, Logan withdrew his fingers with a lewd squelch and a quick slap, leaving you empty and clenching. He grabbed his cock once more, notching the swollen drooling head against your entrance.

You braced yourself for the inevitable invasion, your body tensing as you prepared to accept his thick length. But instead of plunging in, Logan paused, his heavy balls resting against your ass. "Hold still," he warned, his voice low and menacing. You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as you awaited his next command. Then, without warning, he started to rub his cock up and down your slit, coating himself in your slick arousal. The friction sent jolts of pleasure through your nerves, making you whimper despite yourself. You turned your head, meeting his gaze as he continued to tease your entrance with his cockhead, smearing your juices across your folds before moving to tease your puckered rim. "Tell me what you want." Your breath came in ragged gasps as Logan toyed with your most intimate places, his cockhead circling your entrance and then dipping just slightly inside before withdrawing again. The teasing was maddening, stoking the flames of your desire until you felt like you might combust from the sheer intensity. "Please…I need…" you stammered, your words trailing off into helpless moans as he continued to play with you. Logan's grin was wicked as he caught your pleading expression. "What is it you need, pet?" he asked, his voice a husky purr. "Speak clearly, so there's no mistake." The demand hung in the air, heavy with expectation. You swallowed hard, your mind racing to formulate the words that would grant you the relief you so desperately craved.

The silence stretched between you, the tension mounting with each passing second. Logan's patience seemed boundless, his gaze never wavering from yours as he waited for you to voice your deepest desires. The anticipation was suffocating, and you could feel your resolve crumbling under the weight of his expectant stare. Finally, with a shaky breath, you spoke the words that had been burning in your mind. "Fill me," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I need you inside me, stretching me, claiming me. Please, Logan, fuck me." The instant the plea left your lips, Logan surged forward, burying his thick cock deep within your welcoming heat. A guttural groan ripped from his throat as he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. Logan's first powerful thrust shook you to your core, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through your quivering body. He set a merciless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with brutal efficiency, each withdrawal leaving you empty and aching before he filled you again. The chair creaked ominously under the force of his rutting, but Logan showed no signs of slowing, driven by a primal hunger to claim and conquer. You could only cling to the arms of the furniture, your nails digging into the upholstery as he used you for his pleasure, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with every savage thrust. The room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, punctuated by your muffled cries and Logan's animalistic grunts.

The relentless pounding of Logan's cock against your cervix bordered on unbearable, yet you couldn't bring yourself to beg for mercy. Instead, you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, your body molding to his ruthless rhythm. With each plunge, he hit that sweet spot deep inside, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through your veins. Your inner walls clenched around him, trying to milk his thick shaft for all it was worth. Logan's grip on your hip tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked you with a ferocity that bordered on violence. "Take it, you filthy slut," he snarled, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "This is what you're made for – being used, filled, and bred." The crude words only heightened your arousal, your mind clouding with lust as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. Logan's filthy taunts and the raw, animalistic way he was using your body pushed you over the edge. With a keening cry, your orgasm crashed over you, your inner muscles spasming wildly around his pistoning cock. The intense contractions seemed to draw him in deeper, and he roared in triumph as his own release hit, his seed erupting inside you in thick, pulsing jets. He continued to grind against you, milking every last drop as his hips jerked and twitched with the force of his climax. As the waves of pleasure subsided, Logan finally still, his softening cock slipping free of your well-fucked hole with a lewd squelch. You collapsed forward, your spent body draped limply over the chair, while Logan straightened up, his chest heaving with exertion.

You remained slumped over the chair, your limbs heavy and unresponsive, as if the life had been drained from you during your intense coupling. Logan's cum leaked from your abused pussy, staining the upholstery beneath you. He stood tall, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he took in the debauched scene - you, splayed out and used, his semen trickling down your thighs, and the chair bearing witness to his dominance. With a smirk, he reached down and gave your ass a resounding slap, the sound echoing through the room. "Look at you, all marked up and claimed," he said, his voice tinged with pride. "You're mine now, understand? My personal fucktoy to use whenever I please." His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded weakly, acknowledging your new status as his submissive plaything. Logan's assertion of ownership sent a thrill through your post-orgasmic haze, a dark sense of excitement mingling with the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. You felt a strange, perverse pride in knowing you belonged to him, that your body was now his to use and abuse as he saw fit. As if to reinforce his point, Logan grasped your hair, yanking your head back to meet his gaze. "Get up," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. "We're far from done here." Obediently, you pushed yourself upright, wincing slightly as your tender folds protested the movement. Logan's cum dripped down your legs, leaving a trail of evidence of his possession. He led you to the bed, where he shoved you onto your hands and knees, your face pressed into the mattress. "Ass up… time to break in your other hole."

[1hot-mess-express1]

I just read your Toge not saying I love you out of fear of making reader a curse should they die and I wanna 1 up you, what if he said it while they were dying? Or like on their death bed when they're like old and grey because the guilt of not actually saying momentarily like, eats him up and he says it without thinking? Or he goes to and reader stops him and just has that look that says they know and instead reader says this sappy stuff about how they've always felt loved by him and that they always noticed His efforts to show how much he loved them.

Feel free to ignore this btw, it was just something thats been jumping around my head as of late. I hope you have a lovely week!!

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Any Last Words?

Toge X reader

Angst w/comfort

W.C: 1567

Synopsis: Toge is left gravely injured after the Shibuya incident and he finds himself reflecting

A/N: So sorry lovely Anon I have no idea how long this has just been chilling in my inbox but I saw this and fell in love w/ the concept immediately, this is a little rushed but I really wanted to get this done before life got too busy again

As a sorcerer, death is a constant companion—always lurking, always watching, waiting patiently to swoop in and remind you that no matter how powerful you are, she’s the one holding all the cards. Toge was no exception. He could vividly recall clinging to his father's pant leg, peeking around at the men in suits whose large frames cast menacing shadows over them. They were hunting down the alleged cursed speech user, warning his father that this child was dangerous, a threat to society—this child needed to be eliminated. If his father were a good man, they said, he would cooperate.

“A child who has inherited cursed speech can manipulate the world around them. If a child with this technique were to yell ‘no’ at you, you would have no choice but to comply; your body would freeze up, and you wouldn’t be able to move. They likely aren’t strong enough yet to cause real harm, but you see why we need to eliminate this threat early.” The man in front of them adjusts his glasses, peering straight through a trembling Toge.

“Of course, sir, I’d love to help you with this, but as you may have guessed, I don’t see many children other than my own, and unfortunately, this little guy is mute. He hasn’t spoken a word since the day he was born.” Toge’s father ruffles his hair lightly as Toge buries his face deeper into his sweater.

The man stares through Toge one last time before his gaze flickers up, and he breaks into a tight, uncomfortable smile. “Right then, we’ll be on our way. If you hear anything, don’t hesitate to give us a call. We wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen.” He hands over his business card and walks away.

That night, Toge meets Gojo sensei for the first time. His father told him this man would take him somewhere safe, that he wouldn’t have to be afraid, and that he could help others with his gift. That reassurance did little to quell the tears welling up in his eyes. He wanted to stay, to keep pretending just a little longer, but it was time to grow up. The world lost some of its wonder that night as he clutched the hand of a stranger, fighting back tears as his father waved him off with a smile that never quite reached his eyes.

From that day on, his life became a constant reminder of the cruelty of his new world. Corpses littered the scenes of curse sightings, and teachers, supervisors, and even students sometimes wouldn’t make it home from missions. He watched from the sidelines as their loved ones mourned and then returned to school as if nothing had happened. It was hard not to become detached from your own life when it could be lost in an instant.

Then there was you. A second-grade at best, from a line of non-sorcerers. The horrors of this world never seemed to touch you. You always smiled and laughed, enjoying the life you were given. For a moment, Toge thought you were naive. He was sure you didn’t realize the horrors lurking around every corner, ready to pounce and tear everything from you.

When you received word that Yuji had died, you wept, embarrassingly so, for someone you had never met. You cried openly, tears streaming, snot running down your nose as you wailed like a child. He stood there, stunned by the raw display of grief, and you left him little time to process it before you wrapped your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. You spoke of how young Yuji was, how much he had ahead of him; you wept for his friends, his family, all the lives he was meant to touch. Toge doesn’t remember when he started crying, but his face burns as tears roll down onto the top of your head. He doesn’t know why, but he clutches you tightly and cries freely for possibly the first time in his life.

A breathy laugh escapes him as he recalls the memory of you sniffling into his shoulder, much like you are now. He winces in pain as the gentle laugh wreaks havoc on his injured body. He tries to wrap an arm around your head, to run his fingers through your hair, to comfort you and reassure you he’s okay, but nothing happens. Right, he lost that arm just hours ago. At this realization, another laugh roils through his stomach, and he can’t hold it back this time, choking on the pain as his body shakes in your arms.

It was never supposed to be like this. He was supposed to come home in one piece, ready to cook dinner with you and the others in the dorm. You would scold him for being reckless and dote on him as you haphazardly administered medicine. He was supposed to lie with you on the couch, eyes heavy, his hand tracing through your hair while a movie flickered around them, lighting the otherwise empty room.

This time, he allows himself to cry freely, clutching you impossibly closer as he wails like a child, mourning everything that should have been, all the things that could have been. You lean back slightly at his sudden outburst, cradling his face in your hands, brushing his bloodied hair out of his eyes. He doesn’t expect the soft smile gracing your features as you stare back into his eyes. How could you smile at a time like this? He had let you down, he could have died, and he was moments from abandoning you here, whether he wanted to or not.

You place a chaste kiss on his forehead, the warmth of your lips lingering against his cold, clammy skin. The gesture is so gentle, so filled with affection, that it catches him off guard. For a moment, the world around him fades—no pain, no fear, just the softness of your touch grounding him in the present. You pull his head into yours, your foreheads pressed together, and he can feel your breath mixing with his, shallow and uneven. It’s too much. He can’t breathe, his chest tightening as the weight of his emotions threatens to suffocate him.

He closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as if that could block out the reality of the situation, as if it could shield him from the intensity of your gaze. He knows if he looks at you, really looks at you, he’ll see the depth of your love and concern etched into your features, and he doesn’t know if he can bear it. How can you look at him like that, with such unwavering trust and devotion, after everything that’s happened? After all he’s lost, after all he’s failed to protect? The guilt gnaws at him, sharp and unrelenting.

“I-I…,” he starts, but the words catch in his throat, choked by the guilt knotting there, making it harder to breathe with each passing moment. He closes his mouth, trying to steady his nerves, but instead, he feels your lips on his, warm and gentle.

You kiss him with no urgency, as if your life is guaranteed, as if you aren’t in a hospital room. No, you kiss him, and he’s transported back to his dorm, the breeze carrying the gentle glow of the afternoon sun through the room, and he can smell the remnants of your shampoo as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. He’s home, he’s safe, and he’s loved unconditionally.

When you break away, you reach up to hold his face in your hands, running your thumb over his curse marks. Those marks, once symbols of his power and burden, now seem almost fragile under your tender caress.

You lean in, your voice barely above a whisper, the words carrying a weight that transcends the simplicity of their meaning: “I love you too.” The sincerity in your voice cuts through the layers of doubt and fear that have wrapped themselves around his heart. He feels a surge of emotions—relief, gratitude, love—all mingling together, overwhelming in their intensity.

He can’t help it—the boyish smile that breaks across his face is instinctive, almost involuntary. It’s the kind of smile that reaches his eyes, lighting them up with a glimmer of hope buried under the weight of his doubt. In that moment, everything else falls away. The wounds, the battles, the relentless weight of his responsibilities—they all seem distant, insignificant compared to the simple truth of your words.

His resolve solidifies, a quiet determination burning within him. He might not be able to express his feelings in words, but he vowed to spend the rest of his life showing you, in every way possible, just how deeply he loved you. He would make it his mission to always come home to you—to listen to you animatedly recount your day, your eyes sparkling with excitement over the smallest details. He would continue to bring your favorite snacks, the ones that always made you smile, and remember the little things, like moving the sheets into the dryer on Saturdays.

As long as he lived, he would fight to return to you, day after day, because each time he walked through that door and saw you waiting for him, it was a victory—a promise kept. And maybe, just maybe, one day, when the time was right, he would…

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Maybe you should have thought about it twice?

I was betting on this article of yours.

Oh yeah, I remembered, I think the reaction would have been the same, only different in some places, if the "reader" had been an elf, it would have been much easier for him to manipulate her, In the case of a fairy, he would simply cover her wings with water so that she could not fly, And I think a mermaid would be interesting

Lullaby for the King

• (Yandere)thranduil × (mermaid) reader

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The moonlight spilled across the room like silver threads, The moonlight fell on the scales on your legs, even when you were in human form, some parts of the scales covered your legs, laying stretched on the silken bed. The tranquil sound of water lapping against the rocks outside mingled with the eerie stillness within the chamber. Thranduil's head rested on your thighs, his silver hair a cascade of moonlit strands pooling against your skin. His regal features softened in repose, and his breathing evened as he surrendered to the soothing melody that only you could conjure.

Your voice quavered, barely a whisper above the trembling of your hands. You wove the melody carefully, each note trembling with an unspoken plea. His command was always clear: sing for him. Only for him. No one else was worthy of hearing your song, he’d said. The sharp memory of his words burned like fire against your skin, a constant reminder of the gilded cage you now called home.

As your fingers hesitantly combed through his silken hair, you couldn't ignore the possessive grip of his arms around you. Even in sleep, his hold was firm, as though he feared you might slip away like a shadow dissolving in the dawn. You had tried once before to escape, daring the waters that had once been your sanctuary. But his voice had reached you, cold and sharp as a blade, pulling you back to shore.

" Understand me, my dear, by letting you go I am making a death sentence for myself.” he had whispered that day, his tone as unyielding as the iron grip he’d taken on your arm.

A shiver ran down your spine, and you faltered in your song. Instantly, his eyes snapped open, their icy blue depths piercing through you with an unsettling intensity.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, his voice deceptively soft. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his touch as tender as it was imprisoning.

“I’m... tired,” you murmured, the excuse barely more than a breath.

His gaze lingered, searching your expression with unsettling scrutiny. “No,” he said finally, his voice a low murmur as he brushed his thumb against your trembling lip. “You’re frightened.”

Your heart raced, and you averted your eyes, focusing on the moonlight pooling on the floor. But he caught your chin between his fingers, tilting your face so you could no longer avoid his gaze.

“You know that I don't really like it when you're like this?You dream about something else while I'm here with you and it hurts me.” he asked, his tone dripping with a poisonous kind of affection.He read you through and through, he practically knew what you wanted.

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to answer. You didn't really know how to answer him. ? Or It's worth saying desire a declaration of love, even if it was born of compulsion?

“You know the answer perfectly well then why are you asking? ” you whispered, the words hollow.

He smiled then, a slow, chilling curve of his lips that sent, stroking your cheek. “I still want to hear the words that you know very well .” He answered calmly as he looked straight into your eyes.

His words coiled around you like chains, binding you to this lavish prison of silk. Your mind drifted to the sea, its boundless depths and unyielding currents calling to you even now. Yet here you remained, trapped in a place where your freedom was traded for gilded affection.

Opening your mouth to say something, you immediately closed it, changing your mind.

As if sensing your thoughts, his hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in the strands of your hair. “Do not dream of the sea,” he murmured, his tone darkening. “It cannot love you as I do.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you, suffocating and undeniable. You felt the tears welling in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. Instead, you resumed your song, each note carrying the silent echo of your despair.

Thranduil closed his eyes once more, his hold on you unrelenting. His breathing evened out, and his features softened, but you knew better than to believe him truly at peace. His love was a storm, fierce and consuming, and you were the ship tossed in its waves, struggling to stay afloat.

You sang until your throat ached, the haunting melody weaving through the room as the moonlight waned. When at last he slipped into true slumber, you dared to gaze down at him, taking in the ethereal beauty of the elf king who had claimed you.

His lashes cast shadows on his pale cheeks, his expression deceptively serene. Yet you knew the truth hidden beneath that mask of tranquility. Thranduil was no savior; he was your captor, and his love was as deadly as it was intoxicating.

The sea called to you, a distant hum in your mind, but his presence anchored you here, chained by his obsession. As you stroked his hair with trembling hands, you whispered a silent prayer to the tides, hoping they might one day carry you far from this gilded prison.

Until then, you sang.

[honimello]

Instant Crush//Possum Kingdom

Stalker!Cardinal Copia x Sister of Sin!Reader

Summary: He’s been watching you for so long, he can’t wait any longer. He has to have you. (Loosely inspired by the songs Instant Crush by Daft Punk ft. Julian Casablancas, and Possum Kingdom by the Toadies.)

Words: 4,955

Warnings: NSFW 18+, DLDR; Dead Dove‼️intense voyuerism, stalking, obsession, kidnapping, dubious consent/noncon, copia is an unreliable narrator, innocence kink, outcast/evil copia x popular reader slightly cliche, PiV, masturbation, severe stockholm syndrome, mention of lactation

A/N: I don’t know if I would say this is the most intense fic out there but i think it would still be good to put the dead dove do not eat warning on here lol also thought of the ministry having catacombs like halfway through the fic and now i can’t stop thinking about how cool that would be lol

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“And we will never be alone again… Kinda counted on you being a friend, can I give it up or give it away?” // “Make up your mind, and I’ll promise you I will treat you well, my sweet angel.”

He doesn’t know how it got to this point. The Cardinal can just barely see himself in the reflection of the window pane in front of him, but how can he focus on his own practically-drooling visage when he can watch what’s on the other side of the glass?

Copia knows he shouldn’t watch, but he can’t really help it anymore. He really doesn’t know how it got to this point, watching you bent over your bed with an undeserving Brother of Sin. It would make his blood boil if he didn’t love the sight of it so much. You look so beautiful like this, ass pressed up against this rugged Brother, your sweet little face scrunched up in pleasure. Oh, if only it were him making you feel like that. He’s just glad someone’s doing it, even if it’s not him. At least he gets to watch.

Copia’s cock begins to tent his cassock just a little more as a muffled moan of yours floats through the cracked window sill. How divine, he thinks, why would such an angel spend their time in a pit of demons? This was the fourth Sibling you’d been with this week, and he just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. You’re such a sweet little thing, and they are always so dirty.

His train of thought is cut short when he realizes your big, innocent eyes are locked on his own. He can feel his heart sink all the way to his feet. You look scared. Yet, you don’t say anything to your partner, just continue to stare into his lustful, depraved gaze. He can’t quite tell what sort of expression is on your face other than shock and fear, but there’s something else indistinguishable mingled in there. It’s not until you arch your back and your eyes roll back into your skull that he knows— arousal is hot in your gaze and it’s bringing you over the edge.

It’s like watching a tsunami, or, more relevantly, an angel fall to earth. It’s breathtaking in so many different ways. He can’t help it when his cock twitches, his cassock becoming unbearably sticky. You’re just so beautiful like this, he doesn’t even need to touch himself.

Copia watches on as your partner cleans only himself up and leaves you on the bed with a halfhearted promise to return at a later date, but you couldn’t care less. How long had he been watching you now? The Cardinal tries to recall when this all started.

You were new to the Ministry but had quickly become a sort of people’s princess. Everyone loved you, especially Copia. You had enchanted him with your big eyes and sweet demeanor. Although, it was never directed towards him, he was quite used to this and hadn’t expected any sort of kindness from you. He knew he didn’t deserve it. He had spent his whole life manipulating and fighting his way to where he was now, but soon he wouldn’t be just a Cardinal anymore.

People knew to tread carefully with him, they thought him disgusting and frightful. A part of him was glad for this, it made his job easier. There was a reason everyone called him the Rat and it wasn’t because of his defined nose. If someone were in his way, he wouldn’t hesitate to ruin their lives to come out on top. He’s a liar, a snitch, a traitor, a backstabber, a Brutus, a Judas, if you will.

Ah, yes. Now he remembers. It was fall, he had just finished teaching his Latin class. He was locking up the class room, the night sky shining down on him from a nearby window. A chill ran through his spine. He could hear you, you’re short heels clicked on the linoleum in a strange and specific way that was unique to you. He had been casually watching you in the past week of you being there, any time he found himself in your presence he couldn’t look away.

And here you were, you had stopped in your tracks the second you noticed him. He could practically smell the fear on you, so as he turned to face you, he tried to keep a neutral expression. Even then he knew he didn’t want to scare you, not like how he scares the others. No, he wanted to scare you in a different way. A way that makes you clench your thighs together and beg for release.

“Hello, Sorella.” He said, watching you carefully. You were stiff, like maybe just the sight of him alone had turned you into a statue. He looked off to the side, where he presumed you were heading to. “Ah, on your way to my fratello, eh?”

Terzo’s office was just down the hall from his, and of course a beautiful Sister of Sin like you would visit him late into the night. He saw you fidget where you stood, you stared at your shoes in fear of meeting his eyes. Your voice came out wavering and hushed.

“N-no, il mio Cardinalé. I was on my way to see you.” Your voice was so soft he almost thought he misheard you for a second, but no, oh no, he hadn’t. Now he’s nervous. What could you possibly want to do with him? He was afraid if he thought too much about it he might pitch a tent in his very revealing, tight pants. Seemingly, to spare him, you continued. “Sister Imperator gave me some paperwork she meant to give you in the meeting this morning. She said it was important.”

You held out the stack of papers with a shaking hand, and he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his gloved fingers against yours as he took it from you. Your eyes were so wide, staring up at him with such fear and reverence. And even after he thanked you and you had walked away, he stood in the hallway dreaming of that look.

Yes, this was when he had started following you. From this point on he couldn’t stand it when you were out of his sight, he had to know where you were and who was giving you the pleasure you deserved. So, as he snapped out of his daydream in the hall, he stalked off into the Ministry corridors.

The Cardinal did his best to stay quiet as he caught glimpses of you turning corners and weaving in between the Ministry’s ornate marble pillars. He followed you into the dorm wing, hesitating just around the corner so he could take note of which door you entered. The butterflies in his belly became more and more present as he realized just how lucky he was. Your room was at the very end of the hall, directly next to an exit, and he knew for a fact that there was a window peering into your room.

He exited the wing, and came face to face with what would soon become a sort of second home to him. A bench directly under the window to your room. Copia cupped his hands around his eyes as he pressed his forehead into the window, trying his best to see into the room with how dark it was. A breeze racked its way through his body, but he warmed up fast when he saw you exit from your bathroom.

Steam spilled from the little room, you had started a shower. His heart began to race, you were grabbing a robe from your dresser. Were you about to?— Oh, yes. Yes, you were. You had pulled your habit right over your head after removing your wimple, the vision in front of him could only be likened to holiness. A beautiful angel, clad in dark lace and nylon. You bent forward, presenting your full ass to him, you rolled down your stockings and pulled them off your legs.

The mirror on your dresser gave him the perfect view of your front as well. It sent a jolt of terror through him though, when he had noticed the window reflected perfectly in the mirror, but it seemed your curtains hid him from view. He heaved a sigh, watching as your hands skimmed over your tits, plucking each bra strap and letting them snap back against your skin. He could see the little flinch you made each time you did it, it had him twitching in his pants.

Finally, you slid the straps off your shoulders and reached behind you to unlatch the bra entirely. It fell to the floor unceremoniously, giving him a full view of your chest. And what a view it was, his hand skimmed its way down to his crotch, palming at his hot erection. Your breasts were soft and caught the beautiful glow of the candle on your dresser like an oil painting.

He didn’t have much time to admire you before your hands made their way down to your panties, playing with the band resting on your full hips. You slid them down your legs, bending over once more. Your cunt was slick and glistening in the candlelight. He started to drool. He hadn’t felt lust like this in quite some time, his work had taken the forefront of his attention. But now? You were the only thing he could think of, work wasn’t even a thought anymore.

You slinked off into the bathroom, finished undressing, and he wondered if you would touch yourself in the shower. He wished there was a window in there too.

That night, as he lay in his bed, wet cock in hand, he imagined what it would be like to touch you, to shower with you.

And even as he sits outside your window now, he still wonders what it would be like to give you the pleasure he so desperately wants to give you. Watching you with your little toys and your inconsistent partners can only satiate him so much.

You lay in your bed, covers pulled all the way up to your nose, still staring at him. You look so enticing. He’s not sure he’ll be able to stop himself anymore. A couple weeks ago he had found a way to unlock the window from the outside. He had taken his fair share of your dirty panties from your hamper, and now… Now he wanted to take something else.

His lithe hand creeps down to where he knows the window is cracked open, the latch never quite closed fully, and if he could wiggle his finger underneath he could push the latch off completely. So, he did. The expression on your face makes him hard again, the squish of the cum staining his cassock is barely a thought to him with how strained his cock is once more. He sees tears well up against your long eyelashes.

He starts to shush you, trying to comfort you as he slowly slides the window up. He bends his head down, and slinks into your room. Soon, Copia is standing next to your bed. You haven’t moved an inch, though the tears have slid down your plump cheeks. He doesn’t know what to say, he wants you to feel better. He wants you to come back with him to his chambers. He wants you all to himself.

Only now does he realize he’s said this aloud. This snaps you out of your paralysis and you lunge for the door to your dorm. He’s much bigger than you though, and he’s caught you within seconds of your attempt. He presses your naked body close to him, you try to claw at his arms and scream but his thick hand has clamped over your mouth.

“Shh, shh, angioletto mio… You don’t need your little playthings anymore, bravetta, you have me now.” He presses his lips against your ear and whispers to you, pressing sporadic little kisses to the shell of your ear in between his words. “Shh, shh…”

Copia rubs his face into your soft hair, his voice rumbling like a cat. You continue to try and wiggle your way out, but he just slowly pulls you down to the ground, arms encasing your entire upper torso in a tight grip. He’s finally caught you and he’s not letting you go.

He continues to shush you, his voice a mix of comforting and terrifying. He gently presses you down into the floor, your body now lain flat, face pressed into the ground.

“Don’t move, little one. Your Cardinalé needs to do something.”

Your heart plummets to your stomach at the insinuation, but thankfully, he steps away from you and walks over to your dresser. You think of making another break for the door, but you know he would just catch you again so you decide to play the obedient role for now. He appreciates this as he pulls two long, thick ribbons from your dresser drawer. He had seen you play with another Sibling with these before and he had fantasized about them since.

Now, he can finally use them on you, like he has a wanted for quite some time now. He stalks back over to your body, straddling your hips and trying not to think of how good it feels for your plush ass to be pressed up against his balls. His fingers wrap around each of your wrists and he binds you with the red ribbon. It’s tight and inescapable. He moves down your legs and does the same with your ankles.

As he goes to stand above you, your little voice stops him in his tracks.

“C-Cardinalé?” Oh, the waver in your voice makes him feral. He’s so glad he could give you such a beautiful tremor. He hopes he’s riling you up just as much as you are to him.

“Sí, bravetta?”

“…”

You squirm under him, the sight of your breasts squished up against the floor is driving him insane. What soft nipples, he thinks, if only I had the time to worship them now. He nudges your hip with the tip of his dress shoe, urging you to continue as he’s sure he only has so much time to get you back to his chambers.

“I-I’m so scared, il mio Cardinalé.” Copia kneels back down, carding his fingers through your hair as he presses up against you once again. He gently lays kisses on your shoulder, his mustache tickling your skin.

“Oh, piccolo angialetto mio, there’s no need to be afraid. Shh, just relax now…” His hand rustles around in his cassock for a few seconds, making your blood run cold, but he pulls out a thick leather strap and fastens it against your mouth, effectively muffling any sound that may come out.

He pulls you off the floor, and carries you bridal style out of your room and through the exit he knew so well.

The entrance to the Ministry’s catacombs was a little bit into the edge of the woods near the gardens, not far from where your room had been. Sister Imperator had given him the long-abandoned chamber within the catacombs when he had become a bishop. The last tenant used to care for the burial sights down there, but after his death the entirety of the catacombs has been left untouched.

Sister had offered Copia an upgrade within the upper clergy chamber hall but he had declined, he’s grown fond of the stench of death.

So, as he pushes the large wooden doors open with his back, he encourages you to close your eyes. Many of the coffins and effigies were open or broken apart, and he would hate for you to see something so grotesque. He wants you calm and comfortable down here.

He traverses the old stone steps down into the ground, the old torches had been updated to be electric, the fuzzy warm light has always looked so cozy to him. Even as it reflects off the cold, stone walls. His chambers are down a few more twists and turns, you try to memorize them but it quickly becomes hard to remember. It dawns on you that maybe only the Cardinal knows how to traverse these caverns.

Copia comes at a stop in front of a large, heavy door, he sets you down gently on the freezing stone floor to unlock it with a skeleton key. He pushes it open far enough that he can carry you through safely.

There’s a large, extravagant bed in the middle of the room. All the furniture in the room seems to be Victorian, and of the same set. It looks much more comfortable than the rest of the catacombs. He strides over to the bed and lays you down on the soft covers, turning back to the door to lock it.

Copia watches as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the realization that you’re completely alone with him now dawns on you both. You’re trapped, he could do whatever he wanted now. He could do everything he’s dreamed of. But first, he has to make sure you really can’t escape. He had bought a collar and leash quite some time ago when he had first had the idea to bring you here.

The sight of it makes you wail, though the sound is muffled by leather. As he leans forward to fasten the collar, you try to scoot away but it’s not enough. He has you collared within the next second, and he slides his fingers down the chain leash, pulling it up to the bed post closest to you. He wraps it around the post and locks it in place.

“Hm… There. How does that feel, piccolo angialetto mio?” He unties the leather strap from your mouth, letting all the little gasping sounds you’ve been making float through the still air of his chambers.

“P-please, please, Cardinalé, please, let me go.” You beg, hyperventilating and whimpering. He’s a little disappointed in you, such a sweet, obedient thing and yet you can’t answer a simple question? Maybe he needs to ask it again.

His gloved hand sidles up against your throat. He gives it an experimental little squeeze making your eyes widen in fear. His gaze is like looking into the sun: wide, bright, and burning. He never looks away for a second.

“I said. How. Does. It. Feel?”

You know you have to answer him.

“I-it…It’s okay, Cardinalé… It doesn’t hurt.” You pray to Lucifer that that’s what he wants to hear. It seems it is, as his hand loosens its grip and slowly, softly, slides down your clavicle and ghosts over your breasts. His eyes are wild and deranged, you can see spit gathering against his bottom lip as he ogles your chest. His fingertip traces the shape of your breast, then comes back up to gently rub your nipple. Guilt and shame burns in your belly as a little involuntary moan escapes your throat.

His eyes snap up to yours… He liked that. You can see the urgency in his face, he wants you to do it again. His fingers circle your nipple once more, and it’s so sensitive. Your cunt isn’t on your side, it’s slick and aching. You bite your lip to hold back any other sound that may sneak out. It seems he likes this just as much.

Copia leans even closer to you, his lips ghosting over the skin of your tit. His mustache tickles as he hovers just over your stiff nipple. The tip of his tongue inches out, grazing against your areola. His spit is hot and dries cold, making you shiver in the warm light of his chambers. What is wrong with you? How could you possibly be turned on by this right now?

You had noticed how he was always around, always hanging on your every word even if they weren’t being said to him. You had wondered if he truly was watching you, and tonight you had finally seen him. But it didn’t scare you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it had driven you mad. The sight of him drooling and humping the air as he watched you getting railed, it had done things to you. It made the cock in your pussy almost redundant as you spasmed and creamed all over it.

The thought of having Copia’s cock to cum on flashes in your mind, doing nothing to stop you from giving in to him. His mismatched eyes look up at you reverently, he starts to suck gently on your tit, letting out little whimpers and moans as he does so. His hand trails down your belly, on a certain path to your flushed and pulsing clit.

Any effort to refuse him has gone out the window, you have no idea how long you’re going to be here with him. It would do you no good to pretend you don’t like it as much as he does. Moans spill from your lips as his gloved fingertip gently presses against your clit. He draws little circles on the hot bud, making it twitch and pulse. You whisper his name in poorly contained ecstasy.

He shushes you once more in a placating gesture, his hot tongue laving over your nipple. You’ve had many partners over the years, but none of them felt like this. His hot mouth is what you imagine Hell must be like for the most devout of Satanists.

He continues his ministrations, vaguely wondering if he could get you to lactate if he treats your teat kind enough. He trails his tongue over to your other nipple to give it some much needed attention, and his cock jumps when you let out an airy gasp, your bound arms twitching in place. He suddenly realizes then that you’re still tied up at the wrists and ankles and a wave a guilt washes over him.

“Oh, piccolina, I’m sorry. Let me free you.” He pulls his mouth away from your tit, making you whine in protest. He sneaks his hand under your body, untying the ribbon as fast as he can and turning down to your ankles to untie that ribbon as well. It feels good to spread your arms out next to you and let your legs fall open for your Cardinal.

“What a beautiful girl.” He whispers in praise, his hand sliding back in between your legs. Your fingers toy with the grucifix hanging from his chest as he plays with your clit once more, suddenly it doesn’t feel so fair that you’re naked and he’s not.

“Copia?” You whisper breathlessly, catching his attention immediately. He mindlessly rubs your clit as he faces you with a quizzical expression.

“Sí, bravetta?” His voice has grown husky and his right pupil is blown wide while the other stays the same as it always does. He looks worried, like he’s done something wrong which feels morbidly ironic to you and you can’t help but let out a quiet giggle.

“Will you undress, il mio Cardinalé? I want to see you.” Your desperate voice betrays your neediness, and he looks almost smug at how well he’s riled you up. He barely has any room in his head for any insecure thoughts that crop up, his only thought being to make you happy. So, he pulls his hand away once more, though to start unbuttoning his cassock now.

He gets it about midway to his belly before he starts to pull it off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. What greets you is freckled shoulders and hairy pecs hidden by a white tank top, and his signature tight, red pants.

His cock looks huge straining against the fabric, it makes your mouth water in anticipation. There’s a little wet spot where you assume the tip is, and it somehow makes you even slicker than before. His nimble fingers start to undo his pants, pulling out the tucked in tank top and tossing it over his head. With his pants fully unbuttoned, he takes a glance at you and sees that you’re transfixed. It looks as if you’ve been put under a spell, watching intently as he fumbles around to try and pull his pants down and off his legs.

His dick is even more pronounced in the tight black briefs he wears, it looks about as thick as your wrist and as long as your belly button to your clit. He looks at you hesitantly, like he’s not sure if you truly want to see all of him but there’s nothing more you want in this moment, not even escape.

He pulls the gloves off his hands, finger by finger, drawing it out as much as possible. Just so he can drink in the desperate look on your face, he knows he won’t have much resolve to tease you once it starts. His newly bare fingers slip down his pudgy, fuzzy belly and hook under the band of his briefs. He strains the band and lets it snap against his skin like he’d seen you do with your bra straps, and he watches intently as you let little gasps out each time he does it.

Copia pulls the band down, revealing his bush with every slow inch. The sight of the base of his cock takes your breath away, and soon enough the entire thing has flopped out and smacked against his belly. It’s monstrous. You want it like nothing else. It suits him.

He crawls over you and straddles you then pulls your legs around his hips, letting the tip of his flushed cock rest ever so gently against your throbbing clit. You whine and squirm, gripping the covers below you and he tuts gently.

“Patience, piccolina.” He warns, but both of you know there’s no real danger behind it. This is better than anything he could’ve imagined, why would he get upset with you for being just as eager as he is?

His cock catches against your aching hole as he tries to rub your clit with it and it makes you both gasp. He lets out a drawn out moan as the tip pushes gently against your cunt, it pops and slides in about an inch and he can’t seem to catch his breath. It’s been so long it feels like it’s the first time, and maybe it should be because no one has ever been like you. Sí, he thinks, this’ll be my new first time.

Just his tip sits nestled in your heat and it starts to make you feel fuzzy and needy, you start to whisper incoherent pleas. He knows what you need but he needs to take this in just for a few seconds longer, so he brings his thumb up to rub against your clit. You’re both moaning like desperate whores, and he can’t help the whimpers that fall from his lips whenever he feels you clench down on him.

He starts to slide in further, you’re so wet it feels like there’s no resistance at all. It feels like home to him, like this is where he really belongs. Here with you, in you and around you. He falls forward to rest on his elbows above you. His hips start to rock gently against you, pushing in further and further with each thrust.

“I-I love you, angialetto mio.” He whispers against your lips, pressing kiss after kiss on them. “I have loved you for so long.”

“I know, Cardinalé… Mmm, yes, just like that.” You groan as the head of his cock starts to nudge against that spot inside of you, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. “I-I… Oh, Copia, I love you too.”

You don’t know what’s come over you. You’re not in the right headspace, you never would’ve said that before. But maybe that’s okay, you think, maybe this is where I’m meant to be. You pull him closer, pressing your chests together and kissing him deeper. His tongue asks entrance into your mouth and you let it, you explore each others tongues as he fucks into you faster.

The sound of your wet bodies slapping against each other and the moans let out between breaths is the only thing that can be heard in the chambers, and as he continues to pick up speed and depth it feels like you just might scream. He’s hitting all the right places, rubbing all the right spots and your eyes roll back into your head. His face is scrunched up in concentration and pleasure, his sweat dripping down onto your own sweaty skin.

“Oh, bravetta, I’m so close.” He whimpers pathetically and he brings his hand back down to rub tight circles on your clit once more, aiming to push you over the edge with him.

“Yes! Yes! Copia, please!” You’re almost there too, your breathing is short and fast as your heart thumps in your chest, your clit throbbing. His thumb nudges the very tip of your clit and that’s what does it. It feels like molten lava has spilled over you from your head to your toes as he grunts loud and jerks his hips forward once, twice, and a third final time as he unloads deep inside you. Your walls spasm around his thick cock in ecstasy and soon enough the reality of the situation starts to set in.

You don’t know how long you lay there silently gazing off but when you come back, Copia has cleaned you both up and wrapped you up in the covers. He is gazing at you lovingly and it makes you sick to your stomach. There’s no getting out of here is there?

You wait til he falls asleep to cry.

“Now I thought about what I wanna say, but I never really know where to go. So, I chained myself to a friend.” // “Give it up to me, give it up to me. Do you wanna be my angel?”

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[witchofawoman]

LATE NIGHTS ⋆｡°✩

4. Crushed ᯓ★

featuring : jj maybank x kook!reader

summary : After a long time questionning yourself on wether you were a good or a bad person for it, you called JJ to make things clear between the two of you, it eneded up into a tumulteous night, the aftermath was kind of awkward making things weird between the two of you.

words count : 2.0k

warnings : drug and alcohol usage, explicit content, angst, violence, addiction, cheating,

a/n : This is the 4th part of the serie !!

So here you were, sitting in Rafe's car, on the passenger seat with his hand resting possessively on your thigh as he drove toward the mall. Sarah was in the backseat with Topper, arguing about her recent disappearance or something, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Your mind was consumed with the conversation you’d had with JJ that morning, the scene replaying endlessly. When he asked his question, you froze. His words hit you on so many levels that you stood there, paralyzed, trying not to crumble. You remembered the look on his face, he was disappointed, when you couldn’t bring yourself to respond. He had just walked away, leaving you standing there in silence, confused and torn.

Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you at least try to give him an answer before he left, his shoulders heavy with disillusionment? And what were you even supposed to say? You’d never taken the time to figure out what you truly wanted. You couldn’t distinguish between liking the idea of love and understanding the reality of it. How could you possibly answer him when you didn’t even know the answer yourself?

Before you could spiral further into your thoughts, Rafe’s hand left your thigh, snapping you out of your trance.

“Y/N, you coming with me?” Sarah’s voice jolted you back to the present. Rafe shot her a strange look, one that seemed to silently question why she would dare interrupt whatever control he thought he had over you.

Even if Rafe was cheating on you with any girl who met his standards, he still saw you as his possession.

“Alright, see you both inside,” Topper called, leading Sarah toward the mall entrance.

You stayed quiet as Rafe’s hand moved back, more invasive this time. His touch felt wrong, like he was treating you as nothing more than an object he owned. You wanted to recoil, but fear rooted you in place. You knew all too well how Rafe reacted when he didn’t get what he wanted, and his explosive anger was something you dreaded more than anything.

But something was different now. Staying with him had always felt like an obligation, a duty imposed by expectations. Your parents were proud of you for dating a "young, smart man" from a respected family. The thought of disappointing them had kept you in this relationship longer than you wanted. Yet, deep down, you’d always known something was wrong.

As messed up as it was, this relationship had once felt like love—at least in the fleeting moments when Rafe bought you clothes, showered you with compliments, or helped you score drugs. It took time for you to see through the façade, to understand that what you’d mistaken for affection was just control and manipulation.

But now it was too late—or so you thought. The idea of breaking up with him filled you with dread. You weren’t just afraid of being alone, of the emptiness that might consume you. You were scared of what people would think, of the lies Rafe would inevitably spread about you. You cared more than you wanted to admit about their reactions, about preserving the image you’d carefully maintained.

But now, for reasons you couldn’t fully explain, the fear was gone.

Without a word, you reached for the door handle and stepped out of the car. You had barely taken a few steps when his voice erupted behind you.

“Where do you think you’re fucking going?” Rafe bellowed, his tone laced with fury. You felt his hand grip your arm roughly, spinning you around and pinning you against the side of the car.

“I’m not in the mood for this shit,” you muttered, trying to wrench your arm free.

“Well, you’d better get in the mood, love,” he growled, his voice dropping dangerously low. His lips descended on yours in a kiss that was more a show of dominance than affection. You barely let it happen before pulling away, disgust boiling in your stomach. The nickname he used to call you with ease now felt like venom.

You didn’t want to argue further, so you stayed quiet and followed Sarah and Topper. After finishing up the morning at the mall, Rafe decided he was hungry, and you all ended up back in the car—this time, you sat in the backseat next to Sarah. You didn’t even ask where you were headed, too busy chatting with her about everything you’d bought.

It wasn’t until the car stopped that your stomach dropped. You were at The Wreck, and Rafe mentioned going to the beach afterward. Normally, you loved the beach, but today you felt uneasy.

Throughout lunch, your mind wandered back to JJ. The thought of facing him made your skin crawl with guilt. You resolved to avoid him at all costs.

When you got to the beach, Rafe quickly left your side after spotting a cute Pogue. Relieved, you joined Sarah, who suggested going for a swim. Afterward, you sat on the sand, watching the sunset, and decided it was time to light up a joint. Sitting with the group, you passed it around, but it didn’t last long, so you offered to roll another. Your bag was a short walk away, and Sarah insisted on coming with you.

While looking through your bag, Sarah suddenly wandered off. You didn’t need to look up to know where she was heading. She was high, and no matter how much she smoked, she always ended up like this.

“HEY GUYS!” she called out, swaying as she stumbled toward a group of Pogues gathered nearby. You sighed, already dreading the drama that might unfold. Sarah was one of the few people you truly cared about, so you gently grabbed her arm.

“Sare, we don’t have time for this. I’ve got the weed; let’s go back,” you urged.

“No, let me say hi! It’d be rude not to!” she replied, brushing you off. You hesitated but followed her, unable to let her go alone.

The moment you approached, the awkwardness hit you like a wave. You weren’t high enough for this. Worse, you found yourself face-to-face with JJ, his piercing gaze fixed on you. You avoided his eyes, instead striking up a conversation with Kie and Pope. They were friendly, and for a brief moment, their presence felt comforting.

But the peace shattered when Rafe’s voice boomed behind you.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing, love?” he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. The word “love” felt more like an insult than an endearment.

JJ’s expression twisted with anger. As you stood to pull Sarah away, he shouted after you. "Of course. Run back to your perfect little life with Rafe. You’re nothing more than a pretty little pawn to them anyway. Guess you’re fine being used, huh?"

You froze but didn’t turn around. You didn’t need to see the chaos unfolding to know what was happening. Rafe and Topper were charging at JJ, fists flying, while Pope and John B jumped in to defend their friend. Sarah tried to intervene, but her efforts were in vain. You couldn’t stand by and let her get hurt, so you grabbed her arm and told her to take your stuff.

Steeling yourself, you stepped between the groups, your voice rising above the commotion. “All of you, stop this shit right now! Rafe, stop acting like you’re king of the world. Do you think beating him up is going to solve anything? And you, JJ—what the fuck is wrong with you?”

JJ’s gaze hardened, his voice cutting as he snapped, “You’re no one to judge me, so just stay out of it.”

You didn’t hesitate. “Stay out of it? You’re the one making a scene, JJ. Maybe if you stopped acting like a reckless idiot for five seconds, none of this would’ve happened.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes burning into yours, but you didn’t flinch. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, his frustration crashing against your own. You wanted to say more, to cut deeper, but instead, you turned away, unwilling to let him see how much this was getting to you. Sarah returned with your bags, and you snatched the car keys from Rafe without another word.

For once, he didn’t protest. You looked too furious for him to argue. Usually, he’d scream back at you, but this time, he stayed silent, almost as if he were afraid of you.

When you finally reached your house, you grabbed your bag and walked inside without so much as a glance at him. The silence was deafening, but you didn’t care. You were done.

Sarah couldn’t stand seeing you like that, so she followed you home. You didn’t want her to come, but you didn’t stop her either.

Your house was spotless, as always, or at least that’s how it appeared. Someone came by every day to clean, hiding the mess you couldn’t seem to get rid of. But it wasn’t always this way. Last night, for the first time in a long time, you’d let your guard down. Inside, you went straight to your room and sank onto your bed, the weight of everything pressing down on you. After a moment, you got up and changed into something more comfortable, scrubbing at your mascara-streaked face in the mirror.

“Y/N, what’s up with you?” Sarah asked softly, sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Nothing important, Sare. They just made me mad,” you replied, your voice flat.

“No, it’s more than that. I know you, and you’re not fine. What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your reflection staring back at you, accusing and tired. Finally, you turned to her and sighed, sinking onto the bed beside her. “I’m just... confused, okay?” you admitted. “JJ and I... I don’t know what we are. We’re not just hook-ups, but... I have a boyfriend.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, her voice sharpening. “And he’s a complete asshole, I mean he’s my brother but I have to admit that. Why won’t you leave him, Y/N? And don’t give me the ‘my parents love him’ bullshit again.”

Her words stung, not because they weren’t true, but because you didn’t have a good answer. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. Vulnerability was something you avoided at all costs, even with Sarah. To you, admitting how you felt was admitting weakness, and weakness wasn’t an option.

Instead, you shut down, pulling the covers over yourself and curling into a ball. “I’m tired, Sarah. Let’s talk tomorrow,” you mumbled.

Sarah sighed in frustration but didn’t push further. She sat there for a moment longer before quietly leaving the room, the sound of the door clicking shut leaving you alone with your thoughts.

As you woke up, your phone buzzed with three new messages from Rafe. You had already braced yourself for what was coming:

Rafe: What the hell was that, Y/N? Rafe: Don’t ever pull that shit again, or we’re done. Rafe: There’s a party tonight at the beach. Your little Pogue friends will be there. You’d better fucking behave.

a/n : This part is the longest one I've done so far ! Hope you enjoyed it, tell me if you have any questions or suggestions !

Taglist : @immyowndefender @imsiriuslyreal @yvesoull1

[nekrosdolly]

albert wesker hcs (re0-1)

hi!! first post! let me know if it's ooc or not, i'm trying. tysm for reading! tags below.

cw; fluff, angst, hurt/no comfort, follows the events of re1. boyfriend! wesker bc he's so sillypants and i love him lol. not proofread, written under the influence, whoops! somewhat clingy but mostly cold reserved bf wesker. jill and chris mentioned, valenfield implied.

petnames used; primrose, little dove.

boyfriend wesker!, who's not always the most affectionate but makes sure to always have a hand on you at all times, unless you're apart. he's always holding either your hand, your waist, or the back of your neck. his hands are slightly calloused, cold, and smooth from both his lines of work. you'd shudder upon initial comment, mutter something about his fingers being "cold as ice," and melt into his touch anyway.

boyfriend wesker!, who, when you're away, sends you updates on his day so you're not worried where he's gone. if he's reading a book, he'll send you a line that makes him think of you, be it a fact or something a character said. when he's working and you're at home, he's frequenting his Nokia 6150 in his office to see if you've messaged him. he's private about your relationship with all his coworkers, Umbrella or R.P.D.

boyfriend wesker! who hasn't told you about his job at Umbrella, and likely won't for your own safety. He can't risk getting his little dove involved, especially if you're not the science type. he only tells you things you'd want to hear about his position at the R.P.D.- stories of Chris being an astounding meathead and Jill's crush on him. he'd update you on developments because he knows you like that sort of thing, even if you say you don't. off-handedly, he'd mention Barry's family, and look at you with some odd kind of longing.

boyfriend wesker!, who is incredibly protective deep down, but refuses to act out or make either of you look foolish. if you're getting hit on, he'll intervene on your behalf and simply pull you aside. he knows it's not your fault. he could never be mad at you, his primrose.

boyfriend wesker!, who has a very big soft spot for you. while he's cold with anyone else, you are the only one he'll let some of his walls down for. he feels bad for lying to you about certain things, but he has good intentions- or so he thinks.

boyfriend wesker!, whose feelings are stronger than he thought they could be for someone. his heart yearns for you at all times, and though he doesn't say it often, he would kill for you. his own feelings scare him at times- when he wakes up in the middle of the night, you by his side snoring away, and wonders how he got here in the first place. it's those times he might pull away and try to close himself up again.

boyfriend wesker!, who pushes you away when he can't handle his feelings. he reprimands himself for not being in control of himself- that's all he really wants, control. he tries to keep himself at a good distance so you're content with him, so you trust him. he doesn't realize he's manipulating you, nor that he's hurting you. he doesn't think he can.

boyfriend wesker!, who, when you end up leaving him (as you should), doesn't bat an eye. although it does hurt, he knows better than to beg, god forbid cry, at your feet as an attempt to keep you for longer. he has never been that kind of man. instead, he wishes you well and helps you pack your things. of course he's curious as to why you're leaving and in due time, he'll make all your suspicions come to life. soon enough. he'll confirm your worst fears- that he's been hiding from you, lying to you, for your entire relationship.

ex-boyfriend wesker!, who, months after the breakup, isn't over you. still sleeps with a shirt you left behind used as a pillowcase for a pillow he hugs to get comfortable. he'll wake up in the morning at times and feel around for you, his heart sinking in his chest at the reality of your absence. when he gets ready and stares annoyedly at himself in the mirror while he brushes his teeth. imagines it's you slicking his hair back with a light-feeling gel instead of himself. if he thinks about it for too long, he can hear you making little comments about how long his hair has gotten or how soft it is. his lips press into a thinner line at that, and his jaw clenches.

ex-boyfriend wesker!, who carries out his plans to get rid of S.T.A.R.S. and wonders what you'd think of him now after he's tried to kill his employees (and almost succeeds. that damn Chris.) you wouldn't look at him the same, but the twisted and frankly delusional part of him hopes you'll tell him that it's okay. that you'll still kiss him how you used to, or touch his arm and reassure him that he didn't do anything wrong, that he's justified in his actions. although these delusions would only carry him so far, as he needs the real you- not just an apparition of you.

[keen-li]

Only one | 03

Series Warnings: toxic relationship trauma, trauma in general, mentally broken oc, manipulation, yendere jungkook.

Psychiatrist jungkook x patient reader

Chapter warnings : panic attack, drugging.

. . .

"I wont be here next month"

She raises a brow at you.

"Y/n I hope you aren't trying to hurt yourself" the concerned look in her face has you chuckling.

"No no no, I'd never do that" you laugh awkwardly.

"And this is why I need you to keep this secret"

She nods and nudges for you to speak.

"Mr Jeon is gonna help me get out of this place" you say smiling and excited but she doesn't share your excitement.

"What?" You look brows furrowed her "Are you worried about yourself"

"I'm actually gonna ask if Mr jeon can also hel-" You say excitedly.

"Leave me out of it" She says a little aggressive which takes you back. You squint your eyebrows at her hoping to see what she might be hindung behind those eyes.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I don't think you should do it, you don't know Mr jeon" she lifts her eyes to stare at you.

"He said that he's gonna take me home"

"And what guarantee do you have? Huh" her voice rises. You stay silent not knowing what to say. You jnow it's kind of a stupid thing to do but you believe Mr jeon (even though you have no reason to.)

"You aren't even sure, he told you he'd take you home and you believed? "

"Y/n you need to say no to him" she says now sounding more fearful and worried.

"Why? You don't want me to leave this place."

"I do want you and I to leave here one day but not like this"

"Well I'm gonna do it, I don't wanna stay here any longer " you made your mind up, she doesn't bother to argue just staring at you and rolling her eyes. She knows there's no way she's gonna convince you otherwise.

She knows how convincing Mr Jeon can be, how he can lure you into a trance even the smartest would fall for.

After all she was once a fool too.

But she's gonna try and stop you from doing what you want to do. In her own way of course.

........

"I heard you had a carnival" he turns to face you "Did you have fun?" He smiles

"Yes I did. It was absolutely amazing" you start to describe the event and how you felt about it excitedly.

"I even got this bracelet but I didn't even win" you say showing him the bracelet.

"I wanted a panda but I didn't get one" you pout.

"That's okay" he comforts you.

"Show me your wrist" he commands as he takes your wrist into his hand after you hand it to him. You can feel the electrons from his hand to all over your body. His touch is warm and comfortable; like a dream, a melody.

"Very pretty" he says deeply staring at your hand then he moves to your wavering eyes that were perfectly accompanied by your eyelashes. Your face blessed with the most gorgeous features he's ever seen.

"The bracelet is very pretty" voice soft as your eyes are still connected.

You smile awkwardly and pull your wrist from his grip. You tend to pull away from men and their advances, you don't need a 14th reason or another 13th reason.

"I've been looking at it ever since I got it" your tone very gentle and soft and it lands warmly into jungkook's ears. His lips pull at your delicate voice.

After a moment of silence and a couple of minutes waiting for him to get your session in progress you decide to speak up but he cuts in.

"So have you been a good girl " he leans against the table hands gripping each side of the table.  You're taken back by his straight forwardness and the sudden question.

"I-i. Yes. Yes I have" you stutter and play with your fingers, you can feelyiur throat clog with nerves. He notices your little movements, of course he does he always does. Letting go of the table and putting his hands in his pocket, his feet move step by step until he's directly in front of you. The way he towers over you makes you even more nervous, he knows he's intimidating  and he loves it. He loves watching you quiver under his lowered dark gaze, hands in his pockets to make him look bigger ,badder. He bends his head to look down at you and his sleeked back hair doesn't dare to fall.

"Have you been a good girl" his voice is soft and silky, it's as low as his gaze. You aren't able to look at him because this is one of the things that scare you. Your ex did this a lot, stood over you to make you scared and show you how bad he is. So you're very anxious when jungkook stands over you like this, he doesn't even stumble, his figure as stiff as a pole. He notices your uneasiness and chuckles. You wonder if he knows how he's affecting you by doing this and if he does; does he enjoy it.

And so to get your eyes on him, he really wants your eyes on him. He uses his pointer and middle finger to lift your head and your eyes finally meet his.

There you go sweet, you can do it. Keep the eye contact.

"Have you?" He nudges your chin. You can't find the confidence to speak feeling kinda like how you did when you were with your ex. Does he do this with his other patients? Is it even professional? These are the questions you should be asking yourself but your mind can't seem to ponder any longer on logical thoughts.

So you nod, you just nod. Slowly and surely and those beautiful eyes stare at jungkook deeply.

You look so good from this angle.

He chuckles his thoughts away. Then he moves away from you, showing you his glorious back. You feel like you can finally breath. He takes his seat on his chair and pulls out his note book and scribbles something.

"You're leaving at the end of the week" he spits his voice going back to its professional tone.  "So you better get packing"

You honestly should've been happier, excited even. But you aren't, not fully atleast.

....

"Have you got everything?" The nurse asks you as you zip up your bag.

"Yeah" the weight of the bag over your shoulder pulls you down slightly.

The nurse mumbles an OK and guides you to the front desk. You look back into your room, you wish you could say bye to sicily but you're not sure where she is, so you'd settle with leaving her a note.

You walk slowly and a little gloomy as you spot Mr Jeon by the front desk signing some papers. He looks over to you and says something to the lady behind the desk which makes her laugh. By the way she laughs you know she's trying to be sexy and appeal to Mr jeon but he doesn't pay mind to her advances.  He instead turns to you as you stand by him and gold your bag closer.

"How are you feeling?" He asks in his Mr jeon voice.

"I'm okay" you say not sounding okay at all.

"Just sign here miss and you'll be all done" he lady behind the desk hands you a paper and pen. You take it and as you're ready to sign where she directed you to, you pause when you notice something.

Name of care giver: jeon jungkook

You blink twice and before you sign you look at him with a raised brow.

"Since when are you my caretaker" you wonder why he put his name there when he could've just left it blank, noting you as independent.

"You need someone looking after you so you can leave" he sounds like he couldn't care for your concern.

"You could've called my mom" you say.

"Did you want that?" His sharp tone lands in your ears, his persona faltering a bit as he stares at you darkly hoping you'd just shut up and make this process less tiresome.

You actually wouldn't want your mother to pick you up, you'd rather just stay here then.

You stay quiet as you sign the paper for your freedom.

"Lets go" Mr jeon says turning his back to you, body insinuating that you should follow him. Which you do.

His firm and stone-built figure guides you out of the hell hole you've been in. The sun and air have never felt so good, it feels like a fresh start. You're hopeful  and you've already been thinking about what your gonna do when you finally get to go to your own home and have your little pets running around.  You're so excited.

Your heart feels heavy as Mr jeon has the door of his hyundai open for you to enter.  You don't know why it feels so heavy on your chest to not enter his car, he couldn't do anything to you he's trying to help anyways. Ignoring the ringing bells in your mind you enter his car, your body mentally and physically shudders as he slams the door shut. You just pin it down to the anxiety of finally being back in society and having to regain yourself, even though both you and Mr jeon know you aren't fully well, you should be well enough to survive. Right? You hope.

You aren't going to leave .

You aren't leaving me.

You're not going anywhere, you're staying with me forever.

The ringing and voice in your head start to get louder, your chest falling and raising faster than the sun. You were ignoring it scared that he'd make you go back to the repetitive life of the hospital. You clutch the sides of your head trying to stop it, stop his voice from ringing reminders,  reminders of his ownership over you.

You can't be having an episode right now, you're going to end up back in the hospital. You can't end up back in there, all Mr Jeon's efforts and yours would go in the drain; you might even get him fired. You don't want that, he's trying to help you. All these thoughts fuel your heaving.

"Its okay you're not going to end up back there" you hear Mr jeon voice and for a second you thought you heard the devil's voice but your mind was playing tricks in you. You've been so caught up with yourself and your thoughts that you didn't realize you were speaking out loud and he had already closed his door. His hands on your skin try to calm you.

You push his hands away from you. You didn't like being touched during these moments. Every touch felt like a hot scalding slap, a reminder of your worthlessness to your mind. A reminder that you might never escape this reality of yours, being trapped like a bird in a cage set and bound to die that way.

"Take these" Mr jeon hands you two pills and a bottle of water. You've never seen these pills, with the way you had to take medicine you've mastered every name, colour and design of every pill and recognising every purpose they serve is your talent.

But these, you've never seen these. They're small circular and white (generic), their small size may fool other people of their strength but what you've realized over the past months is that the small, boring looking pills are always the most effective and dangerous. And whatever these little pills are they're no joke.

A little skeptical and nervous you stare at Mr jeon who's gaze feels like the morning sun revealing the stains on your white garment. He nods to you comforting you that it's okay to take them.

"They're a new batch, I think they'll help you calm down" he smiles no joy behind his smile. Why does it feel suffocating to be around him now, you'd never tell him that but he's probably already noticed it with the way your iris shakes when you stare at him.

"They are now part of your prescription" he informs you. One of his conditions was that you'd keep taking medication, you were okay with that. But you're kind of confused why he's adding a new drug, you were responding well to the others. So why the new addition? These are the thoughts you should be pondering but your mind never allows you to.

Relax you they do, a little too well. You can barely feel your muscles, the only feeling you feel being the tingling at the end of your fingers and toes, just to assure you that you're still alive in your human form. You've never been this relaxed, your mind is numb and dull; no thoughts. Only the little pictures of the nature you see appear in your mind. You surely were right those little pills were hazardous,  you hope to remember to ask him what they are later. You doubt you'll remember anything after this.

You watch the scenes pass by, then you hear Mr Jeon's voice speak. Its so distorted that you aren't even sure if he's the one speaking, but your body can barely react or question.

"Feels good doesn't it?" the grin on his face is audible.

Your eyes flicker from dark to light; leaning more to darkness. You can't stop the feeling as you feel darkness slowly consume you. You try and move your hands for him to reach out and help you but his are clenched around the steering.

"Ah-" you let out in a stuttered whisper. You're calling out to no one, no one you know. Or maybe the devil sat next to you, who has his mask so stuck on his face that you can't really tell who he is.

"You're gonna be free with me" he mutters as sincere as his will to help you but using this fucked up way of going about it.

. . .

Taglist: @gojosatoruhere @ane102

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Collide Like Two Stars p.2

Talos finds himself alone in a room with a very dominating Drukhari woman. aka I just want to hurt the poor boy.

Tags: hella smut, bondage, blood, pain play, electro play, noncon, sadism, emotional manipulation.

Do not even attempt if really freaky and kinky shit is not your jam. Its the Drukhari and a Night Lord so use your imagination and proceed with caution. MDNI.

Word Count: 1489

Part 1 - Part 2

She began tapping all over his chest with the tip of the rod, coming to a stop on his left nipple and pushed that dreadful button again. This time it felt like his whole left pec was on fire, sending tendrils of pain to his fingertips and toes. He bit down on the rubber mouth guard but this time unable to keep the scream from ripping out of his throat. His twin hearts fluttered from the electrical stimulation, any longer and he was sure they would stop all together.

After what felt like ages, the drukhari finally stopped her assault on his nipple. Talos let out an involuntary groan, drool dripping from his mouth. He could barely see through the tears that welled in his eyes. He could feel her hand come up and grope the abused muscle. Her eyes shone with a wild hunger he had never seen before, nostrils flaring as she breathed. Her gaze sent blood rushing back down to his cock, causing a small twitch.

“Why, you are just so beautiful aren’t you. You took that so well,” she purred, moving the rod away and down to his right hip bone. 

His eyes widened as he anticipated the next assault but all she did was laugh at his obvious panic.

“Silly little mon’keigh. Don’t look so scared,” the woman said “I wont hurt you each time.”

Talos visibly relaxed a fraction, no longer bracing his body when another wave of electricity slammed into his body. The drukhari woman shrieked in laughter, letting the attack last longer than the last two times. Talos felt as though his eyes would pop out of his sockets and his jaw break against the guard until the wave stopped. Once again left limply hanging by his wrists, shoulders beginning to burn from the pull of his massive body.

“Truly wonderful! I could have never asked for a better gift!” she said as she brought the rob to poke at his half hard cock.

True fear filled Talos at the thought of this horrible xenos woman frying his cock off. Watching her rub the stick against it, the cold metal of it sending a pleasant shiver through him.

“I know I’m sorry I lied that last time, but you can have my word here. I wont be damaging your manhood. I have better plans for that later,” she said as she replaced the wicked tool with her other slender hand. Feeling girth of if underneath the thin cloth piece. Closing her fist around it, she could barely touch her fingers, slowly squeezing while moving her hand painfully slow. Talos letting out a desperate moan around the guard still in his mouth, drool dripping freely now.

“Never in all my years have I seen a cock so big before. The ladies you steal away must feel so lucky to be ripped apart by this,” continuing her teasing, pulling her eyes away to stare into Talos’.

He tried so hard to steady his breathing, bring his heart beats back down but it was no use. Adrenaline, fear, and arousal were freely flowing through his bloodstream now. His cool and calm demeanor long gone, he was no longer in control of his own body.

The drukhari woman twisted her wrist one more time before pulling away, pulling out a desperate whine from Talos at the same time. 

“Now that I know you can handle the kind of fun we will have, lets really get started,” she mused as she went to put the rob back onto the table. 

Bending forward to pick something up from the lower shelf, Talos could always see all of her. She was very clearly wet, slick dripping down her inner thighs. The thong she wore left very little to the imagination, her asshole clearly on display. Her pussy lips pushing out of either side of the thin material made to “cover” her. She rocked from foot to foot while she searched for something, a low moan from the gentle stimulation to her clit floating from her and straight to Talos’ already hard cock. The smell of her arousal filling his lungs. Finally finding what she was looking for, she smoothly rose back up and walked back to and around to the rear of Talos. Running a hand up the back of his neck, dragging her nails across his short hair and into his scalp. A rumbling moan escaping his chest. Dragging her hand back down and continuing down his back till she came to his ass. She groped the tight muscle, slowly pulling one of the cheeks away from its partner, enjoying the sight of the small bit of fat that still sat there squish between her fingers. 

Satisfied with her fill of watching she stepped closer, running her hand to the front of him, slipping it under the cloth. Talos groaned at the sensations, feeling her breasts pressed against his back while she softly gilded her hand up and down his length. Reaching the tip to gather the pre cum that had begun to pathectically dribble out. Talos could feel her hot breath against his neck as she licked a stipe up to his ear.

“You taste so good, my little toy. Do you enjoy having your power stripped from you?” she all but moaned out. “Can you keep being a good boy for me, please?”

Talos moaned, being called a ‘good boy’ going straight to his dick. The woman let out a soft laugh as she felt him twitch in her hand. Much to Talos’ dismay she pulled her hand away, rubbing the excess pre cum across his lower belly. She went back to gently spreading his ass cheeks apart with one hand while her other covered his hole in something cold and slimy. Talos tried to get away from it all but was unable. The drukhari digging her nails into the soft flesh of his ass to keep him in place.

“Now don’t be ungrateful. I'm doing this to make this enjoyable for you too,” she chastised.

Once she felt that he was liberally coated she pressed a sharp finger against his awaiting hole.

“Now be a good boy and breathe in for me, and now out,” and as he did as he was told she pushed the finger inside him.

Talos began to panic again, he had never had anything that close to his as let alone inside before. The pain of the stretch went deep into his core.Trying more desperately to get away, he started shaking his head around, flexing his legs to try and get them to move even an inch.

“Shhh my sweet boy, you are doing so well. I just need to open you up so the next part will be easier,” she cooed into his ear.

Once her finger was all the way in she slowly started to work it in and out, feeling the delicious pull of his muscles as she worked him open. Cooing praises into his ear as she pumped him, adding in a second finger and then a third. Talos groaned at the feeling of being stuffed full of her fingers. He could hear the obscene wet sounds of her fingers fucking into him. With the third one inside of him, the tight ache in his lower core started to unwind. She fucked him faster now, taking her free hand from his ass to back to play with his cock, pumping him intime with her thrusts. She pulled moans from him that he never knew he could produce. Desperate for his release he began to buck his hips as much as he could but as he was about to topple over the edge, all sensations stopped. The xenos woman took her hands off his aching cock and ripped her fingers out of his ass. 

Walking back to face him she brought the hand that she was jerking him off with up to his face and began to smear the cum he was leaking across his face. Making sure to shove her fingers in his mouth between his cheeks and teeth. Once she felt she had cleaned them off sufficiently, she ripped the mouth guard out of his mouth. Talos let out a small moan at the loss of tension his jaw was in, letting his mouth hang open as he panted. Finally getting a proper amount of air into his lungs.

“You did so well for me, pet. But I can’t let you release yourself just yet. Don't you mon’keighs know the female must always climax first?” she said in an admonishing tone. “Now be a good boy and get this wet. Its for your own good so if you don't want to feel any pain, make sure you do a good job,” and with that she held up a large glass plug up to his mouth. He eyed her suspiciously, not understanding her meaning.

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My blind reaction to the Murder Drones Finale Part 1

Contains spoilers

Of course, got to have Cyn’s theme for the world ending. Fitting

Wha- REBECCA?!

The teacher could not care less the apocalypse is happening again. He is such a mood

Well there is no air in space, so it makes sense that there wouldn’t be sound, and that Uzi can’t really talk. communicating with space rocks and screens is a good solution

I like the parental advisory sensor. Do the worker drones have that automatically, or can they remove it at a certain point?

Space ship pilot!!! Makes you wonder though how and why they crashed the first time. got distracted or nervous or something?

I half expected the Wall-e kiss, but forehead taps are still good. got to have that comedic sensor cut off as well. I love this show.

Stop that. get help.

Not the Falling for You theme as they fall back to the surface!

That’s the understatement of the century

The ship being brought in looking like the creepy-ass hand that the solver drones got at the manor is such a nice touch

So J is aware of who Cyntessa really is and working with her. interesting. Like to know her reasoning why

Lizzy could not care less she’s about to die-

Is- is it?

SHE’S ALIVE! V’S ALIVE!!! YEEEEESSSSS!!!!!

Was holding my N-doggo plushy and squeezed him so hard and did leg tappies when I saw she was alive. V is back ya’ll!

With a little bit of Eternal Dream as well. I love this soundtrack and the attention to detail to it so much!

Not the sentinel wearing Beau’s hat. I feel like that’s horrible in a way but matches so well.

I laughed so much when I saw the meme.

And the name for V in Lizzy’s contacts. Wow

So much like V with her initial antagonizing towards Uzi, J sided with Cyn out of fear and a need to survive. She rationalized this was the best course of action, even if it’s siding with the obvious ‘bad guy’. But it’s nice to see J does have some semblance of care for her former team mates. Wonder if she also did it all for their sake as well as her own.

The sunglasses and cool pose. Their so cringe

I really like the animation of how Cyn walks in Tessa’s sink. Like it doesn’t quite fit and she doesn’t have complete control over it. nice touch to the creep factor of her existence

Oh yes, emotional and mental torture and manipulation is simply just ‘hurting his feelings’. It’s tots fine, he just needs to get over it.

And just like with Uzi, he can’t shoot Tessa, even if it’s no longer her. or maybe he knows it won’t work?

Nice little moment, but lesson number one kids – never take your eyes off the enemy, ever. Because then you’re going to get your heart stabbed out of your chest

Trying to push her core back in with no hands is so morbid

Of course she has wings. Why wouldn’t she?

I take back the J cares about her teammates statement. Unless she’s trying to make it less hard on herself?

The callback ping with the hands trying to find them, with N on the verge of a panic attack seeing Cyn clawing him out as well as the manor flashback is just so (satisfied grunting)

And Uzi’s heart trying to leave her chest because of the callback ping, her trying to keep it in but it’s pushing out like the monster from Alien (grunting continues)

Oh shoot, they don’t know she’s alive, and you can see just how traumatized the boy is. I really hope they get therapy after this if they survive. They really need it

You protected her from a trap, but at what cost?

V really was operating on fear, I knew it. I know a popular theory is that V remembered most if not all of what happened before Copper-9 and I wonder now if that theory has been proven true. Because she knew what this thing was capable of, and thought if she were to just follow orders, keep her head low, and not incite any callback of former memories, then maybe, just maybe, everything would be ok. But it never was going to be ok, was it? *draws V in for a hug* you need this. A lot.

Oooh, it was N’s core she was going to eat. Oh no.

Wait, Khan has the solver? Or was that a remote for something? (even watching it back, I’m still not 100% sure)

I really like how Uzi has full control of herself and her version of the solver, and how it’s hinted she has some control over the solver in general with how Cyntessa’s eye flickered purple. I kind of half wished they delved into that a little more in the fight to ensue, as it would have shown a cool mental version of a battle of wills. But…

Second part coming because of character limit

Second part

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The Duke Steals Hearts & Other Body Parts - Review

Title: The Duke Steals Hearts & Other Body Parts

Author: Elias Cold

Genre: Fantasy

Audience: Young Adult

Format: Novel

Representation: Trans boy POV character

Summary: With the magic ability to pull off and reattach body parts from other people with just a touch, Phyllis is sure he will always live in the margins, feared by even the people he considers family. Only Lucent, Phyllis’s partner in stealing and ransoming body parts, looks at him without fear and all Phyllis has to do to keep this love is keep stealing for them.

Wycliff is nothing but another mark for Phyllis and Lucent – rich enough off his sister’s earnings to pay the ransom. But when Phyllis learns Wycliff cannot pay the ransom because his sister, Adeline, has disappeared and he sees the misery his theft has caused, his guilt catches up with him.

Despite his partner’s urging to forget about it, Phyllis starts poking around for clues to the mystery of Adeline’s disappearance. His investigations lead him in the direction of nobility which he infiltrates in the guise of Lord Philip, Duke of Rabbiton. When he finds Adeline and another missing girl, dead but reanimated by a magic not unlike his own, Philip is drawn into a web of secrets and crimes greater than he could have known. Even as the danger grows Philip can’t convince himself to escape back to his life with Lucent. The longer he keeps up the act the more ‘Philip’ and the life he’s creating feel more right and real than ‘Phyllis’, the isolated, guilt-ridden girl he used to be ever did.

Reflections: The ending brought down what had been an enjoyable book for me. Around 80% through the book, I realized how few pages were left and how much story there seemed to be left to tell, and I wondered how it would all fit. And then it didn't. The ending was abrupt. Many of the plot threads felt hastily resolved and some of the characters fell away. First Wycliff, then Adeline and Nyx, started with strong presences in the narrative in terms of their personalities and goals -- Wycliff and Adeline even being point-of-view characters -- before dwindling away. Lucent had a lot of set-up as a complex, tragic villain, but not a lot and not consistent development of those ideas. His main motivation ended up not really seeming to matter to him or anyone else. He drops it with very little prompting considering he's been pursuing this one goal for 400 years, killing for it and ruining his own happiness for it the whole time. **spoilers** (Also, if he cared so much about resurrecting his sister or at least tells himself he does, why kill the one man who's been shown to have resurrection powers? At least pretend a bit to consistent goals, you killed your lover for this.) **spoilers** Also, the tragedy of him living so long, but by his nature always falling into the same miserable and inescapable patterns is a compelling concept, but not shown off all that well.

What I liked:

Phillip's coming into himself as a trans man. Despite the fantastical setting and his unusual past, he reads true and relatably as a young trans person figuring it all out, both in his insecurities and fears and in this bright new self-assurance and comfort he starts to find as Phillip.

The trio of Phillip and the two undead girls. They had a sweet friendship developing even if, like many things in this book, I think it could have used more time to keep developing. Their support of each other and attempts to be honest and open with each other (a work in progress but something) were a nice contrast to the unhealthy relationship Phillip had been trapped in.

Lucent's love. Lucent's worst actions are done out of love and to people he genuinely loves. He's not just pretending to manipulate Phillip or Weevil. I think it adds something to the book's discussion of unhealthy relationships to acknowledge that there can be real love, care, and affection mixed with or driving the cruelty. And where other attempts to add complexity to Lucent's character fall flat, this one does work for me.

Warnings: Depictions of misgendering, deadnaming.

Notes on Rep: Character does not identify on-page as transgender, but is written as such, assigned female but identifying as a boy. 

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The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) - Chapter 10 - Transformation

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 1.9K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: None

Read on AO3 or read below

10. TRANSFORMATION

Alec gently squeezed my hand as he led me from the room we shared to a new room on the next floor up. It seemed to be an extra, unused bedroom within the castle, bare and empty except for a single bed that had been made in white sheets.

He turned to face me, taking both of his hands in mine. “Are you ready for this, my love?”

I nodded, though my voice wavered slightly as I said, “I think so. . . .”

“You’re nervous,” Alec stated. I nodded again. He hummed and lifted his hand to rest it on my cheek. I leaned into his touch as he stroked his thumb along my cheekbone. “I promise that you have nothing to worry about, my love. I will be by your side every moment, and I will be using my gift to ensure that you feel no pain.”

“I am a little nervous about the actual process of the transformation and the pain,” I admitted, “but, honestly, I’m more nervous about waking up and not being . . . not being myself anymore. I . . . I don’t know why.”

“Oh, my sweet girl.”

Alec was gentle as he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close to his chest. I closed my eyes as I nuzzled into the soft fabric of his soft, pale grey sweater and listened to his comforting voice as he spoke.

“You won’t be a completely different person. You will still be yourself. . . . I won’t lie to you, the first year or so will be difficult. You will be ruled by your instincts and you might feel as if you aren’t the same person you were before, but your past and your personality will remain mostly unchanged. And I will be by your side through everything, helping you however you want or need me to.”

His words easily soothed most of my fears. I let out a relieved breath as I relaxed against his chest. Alec rubbed his hand along my back and pressed a kiss to my hair.

“Would you like to experience my gift now, as well?” Alec offered. “So that you can see what it will be like?”

“Please,” I mumbled, my words muffled against his sweater.

He pulled away from me, taking a step back so that he wasn’t touching me at all. He lifted his hands so they were level with his waist and his palms were turned up. Wisps of black smoke began to curl around his fingers and gathered on the palms of his hands. The smoke swirled as it gathered, looking almost as if it was alive. Then, the smoke began to pour from his hands, moving slowly towards my body.

I hesitantly reached up towards the smoke. I couldn’t feel it as it curled around my finger and then a moment later, I realized that I couldn’t feel that finger anymore. The smoke quickly engulfed my entire hand, but didn’t move further than my wrist.

“I’m going to take away your senses now,” Alec said. “It may be frightening, but it will only last ten seconds and it will not harm you, I promise.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“I will count down from three. Three . . . two . . . one–”

I was suddenly blind to the world around me. My eyes had been open, but now all I could see was darkness. I could no longer hear the distant, faint sounds of the city beyond the castle — I could no longer hear anything. I couldn’t feel my clothes touching my skin, or the warmth of the sunlight that I had felt on my arm. I could no longer smell my perfume, or Alec’s intoxicating scent that had lingered when he pulled away from me. I had been able to taste the trace of the minty mouthwash that remained in my mouth before, but now there was nothing. I couldn’t even tell if my eyes were open or closed, if I was still standing or if I was on the floor.

Without a warning, it was easy to see how terrifying this sensation could be. But I had known what was coming and I knew that Alec would never allow me to be in harm’s way, so I was calm. It wasn’t an awful sensation, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

As quickly as all of my senses had disappeared, they all reappeared suddenly. I blinked as I tried to adjust to being able to sense everything again. Alec was holding my arms gently, as if he had been keeping me upright while he used his power on me.

I looked up into his crimson eyes. He was looking at me with concern, which seemed to lessen slightly after a moment.

“Are you alright?” Alec asked.

“Yes. It was . . . strange and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t that bad.”

A smile flickered on his lips. “Good. Do you think you are ready for your transformation now, sweet girl?”

I nodded. Alec’s smile widened and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, then another lightly on the tip of my nose, and one final kiss on my lips.

When he pulled away, he called, “Aro.”

The leader of the Volturi appeared beside us only a few seconds later. Alec pulled away from me, though he kept his hand firmly in mine. Aro simply smiled at us and held out his hand. I placed my free hand in his to allow him to search through my thoughts.

A few moments later, Aro chuckled and patted my hand gently before dropping it. He looked away from me as he said, “Dear Alec, your young mate had assumed that you would be the one to turn her today, rather than myself.”

I looked at Alec. “You’re not turning me?”

“I have never turned anyone before,” Alec replied. He squeezed my hand gently, his eyes sad when he said, “I do not want to risk losing you if I cannot control myself. The thought of losing control of myself when it is your life on the line. . . .”

I nodded and murmured, “I understand.”

But even then, I knew that my face must have shown my slight disappointment because I saw his expression grow even more distraught.

“Alec,” Aro said, pulling our attention back towards him. “I have faith in your ability to control yourself if you were to change your mate. I will be here to take control if you cannot handle it. I won’t allow you to lose her.”

I glanced at Alec, a small flicker of hope blossoming in my chest. He was still clearly hesitant, but then he looked at me again and I could see his last few doubts crumble. He finally sighed and drew me into his arms again, pressing yet another kiss to my forehead. He bent his head down to whisper in my ear.

“You are very difficult to say no to.”

I giggled and whispered, “Thank you, Alec.”

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes again. He brushed his knuckles lightly along my cheek as he murmured, “Anything you ask for, I will give you.”

I blushed and Alec grinned. He took my hand in his and led me over to the bed. I laid down on it, leaning back against the pillows. Alec sat on the edge of the bed. He reached up and carefully brushed my long, dark hair away from my neck. My heart started to race in my chest. Alec laid his hand over mine.

“You won’t feel a thing, sweet girl,” he reminded me quietly. “And I will be right by your side the entire time. I won’t leave you for a single moment.”

I nodded. Alec lifted his hand and stroked my cheek gently. I saw the black smoke begin to curl between his fingers from the corner of my vision.

“Close your eyes and lay back,” Alec murmured. “I’m going to take away your senses.”

“Kiss me first,” I whispered.

Alec chuckled and shook his head at me, but he leaned close and pressed his lips to mine anyway. Just as he started to pull away, his smoke surrounded my body and plunged me back into the silent darkness.

At first, the darkness and the inability to smell or hear or feel anything around me was uncomfortable. But after a while, I decided that it was almost relaxing. I was almost sure that Alec had returned some tiny percentage of my senses. I couldn’t feel any pain — or any part of my body, really — but there wasn’t a complete lack of sensation like the first time he had used his power on me.

The sensation was hard to describe, but it was almost as if I was floating in a pool of water. I was entirely calm, simply waiting to wake up as a vampire.

“How is she?”

The voice was faint, high and musical and distinctly female. I struggled through the water, feeling as if I was trying to swim towards the surface in order to hear the conversation.

The voice that replied, “Good,” was slightly lower, seemingly closer to the surface of the water, and was definitely male. I was almost sure that it was Alec.

“Your power is keeping her from feeling any pain? That’s good. . . . She’s going to be okay, Alec.”

“I know,” Alec said. I felt the lightest touch on my knuckles, as if a tiny fish had swam by and just barely brushed against my skin. “I just hate waiting. . . . We have no idea what she will even remember once she wakes again.”

“She will remember you,” the faint female voice replied. Was it Jane? “Eve will remember you, Alec.”

“Will she?”

‘Yes,’ I wanted to say, but I didn’t think that my body obeyed me.

“Of course,” the female voice assured him. “And even if she didn’t, she would feel the bond between you. . . . Stop worrying, brother. Your mate is strong. She will be just fine.”

“Thank you, sister.”

Jane said, “I’m only saying it to make you feel better.”

“Mhm,” Alec hummed softly. I could almost imagine the smirk that had to be playing on his lips by the sound of the amusement in his voice.

“How long do you think her transformation will take?”

“Two days. . . . Perhaps three.”

Had I only been bitten this morning? It felt as if days had passed while I struggled to hear every faint word they spoke to each other.

“Alec . . . be careful when she wakes up. . . . Even if she remembers you the way I expect she will, she is not going to be in control and she will be much stronger than you. I know that you will not want to restrain her, but it may be necessary.”

His voice was hard when he said, “I can handle my mate, Jane.”

After that, their voices faded away entirely, leaving me to float alone in the dark, cool water.

I was floating just beneath the surface of the water when I heard a soft gasp.

“Aro,” Alec called. His voice was still very faint, but I could hear the urgency laced in his tone.

The master’s voice was even fainter than Alec’s, and I could only just barely hear him as he said, “Yes, she’s . . . now. . . . A few . . . take. . . . Heidi has . . . her. She will . . . wakes.”

Slowly, the noises around me grew louder and louder. My sense of smell grew stronger with each passing moment. I realized that Alec was returning my senses to me, as carefully as he could.

Finally, my eyes fluttered open.

[mxchineherald]

[@runes-menagerie asked :: (For Ancient Viktor)

The scene formed slowly, his senses processing information one at a time. Taste came first, an herbal flavor that was vaguely familiar to him. Like a memory of a dream or perhaps just a memory long forgotten. Smell came next, more herbs. These teased his mind with familiarity but he couldn't quite place why. Soft sounds reached his ears next. Breathing perhaps? Probably his own or an animal since that was all that was left now that he had sent Jayce back to the past.

Touch was a shock to Viktor's mind. His back arched as he could have sworn he felt fingertips trail across his shoulder blades. The movement made him notice another sensation as well. Bindings limiting his movements and keeping him in a kneeling position. Another whisper of touch which made him realize his usual robe was gone and he was completely naked.

Fear curled in his gut as he tried to regain his sight, desperate to know what was going on.

"Relax." A breath against his ear that made his own catch in his throat at the aching familiarity of it. But it couldn't be. She was gone, had been for so very long. But now he recognized the herbs he tasted and smelled. Sleeping tea and Her perfume.

"Sky...." A whisper, a prayer.

"My Inspiration... You're all mine now. Until time is rewritten." A familiar voice whispered. "I'm not very happy with you love but fortunately my anger has had time to cool and I've thought of the perfect punishment for you."

Touch once more teased his bare body. His bound arms, his chest, his legs, all his sensitive spots were being expertly manipulated.

"Will you be a good boy for me and submit to your punishment? If I'm pleased enough with you I might even show you some mercy." Her voiced purred in a tone far darker than he had ever heard and yet there was still love there. Still a pause to wait for his answer. Even now, even like this, she was waiting for his consent.

His mouth opened to give his answer as he felt her hand gently rest over his throat."]

 A first he tried to pull at the restraint, to free himself in a panic, but then, when he heard her voice soothing him so sensually, his tense muscles and racing heart began to ease.

 It had been so long since he enjoyed the pleasure of her presence, let alone any of the sensations that came with it. The touch of her hands, as well as the binding of his own, left him feeling so vulnerable and delicate after eons of impenetrable solitude. Immediately, he was within her clutches, both physically and mentally. He was left bare and blind, but he was no longer afraid.

 No, instead he was desperately, hopelessly lost in her. “Sky…” he whispered again as her fingers settled over his throat, his voice a prayer on the wind. This had to be a trick of his mind, formed from the final wish of a dying man, soon to be written out of existence. Did he even truly deserve this, even if it wasn’t real? Did he deserve any form of pleasure, even if it was entangled with punishment?

 His tired eyes fluttered, though no vision came through them, and he let them close again. As her hand graced his jaw, he leaned his head into her touch. His decision made, he spoke, voice fraying in the fry of eroded resolve, “I submit to you, my heart… I give you everything of me…” He knit his brow with self-consciousness. “I am afraid…I am not the man I once was… I can give you little more than what remains…”

 With that admission, however, his arousal twinged with growth, and a teased moan rose out of his throat. “Please…”

[chickenkurage]

CHAPTER 10 OF ATG!!! CHAPTER 10 OF ATG!!! AND OH MY GOSH THIS ONE FELT LIKE A ROLLERCOASTER-

FIRST OF ALL, FRICK DJ'S FATHER AND ABSOLUTELY FRICK SATIN, THOSE TWO CAN DISAPPEAR WITH A THANOS SNAP- ARGHHHHHHHHHHH DJ'S WANNA BE "FATHER" YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY THAT TO DJ!!! BUT OH GOSH IS THAT WHERE DJ HAD THAT FEELING??? WHENEVER HE WAS CALLED USELESS OR WORTHLESS IT ECHOES IN HIS MIND.... AND NOW THAT FEELING IS TRAPPED DEEP DOWN INSIDE OF HIM, HEARING HIS "FRIEND" TO MAKE HIM DO SOMETHING JUST TO GAIN HIS "FATHER'S" LOVE AND RESPECT, HE'LL LITERALLY DO ANYTHING WHATEVER ANYONE TELLS HIM TO DO JUST TO BE PROVEN USEFUL AND GAIN THE RECOGNITION HE HAS ALWAYS WANTED, JUST TO BE SEEN, LIKE THAT ONE QUOTE "to be loved is to be changed", FROM WHERE HE TRIES TO MIMIC OTHERS PERSONALITY TO BE THE SAME LIKE THEM AND FIT IN EVEN MORE, OH MY GOSH DJ YOU POOR CHILD, SCREW YOU AGAIN "FATHER", AND ICK- I'M GETTING MORE DISGUSTED BY SATIN ALREADY LIKE OH... OH GOSH I CAN'T IMAGINE HER SMILE, HER TOUCHING DJ AROUND... OH MY GOSH I WOULD GAG IF I WANTED TO OH DEAR GOSH- AND FRICK YOU MEAN YOU NEED A VIRUS NOW??? AND HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT HIS SKILL IN CODING AND WHY??? WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING??? AND WHY IS YOUR HOME DEEP AND FAR AWAY FROM THE CITY??? WHO ARE YOU ACTUALLY????????????????? I'M GETTING TO SUSPICIOUS BY THIS- WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL HER AS NOW- BUT HALO 2.0 LITERALLY AT THIS POINT- AND WHY MAKE DJ STAY AT YOUR HOME FOR A FEW DAYS??? WHAT??? OH HECK NAH I'M ALREADY GETTING SO MUCH DISGUSTED VIBES... *INHALES* OH GOSH NO..... THIS IS LITERALLY LIKE TRYING TO MANIPULATE HIM BUT IN HER OWN DISGUSTING WAYS OH MY GOSH- ALSO A BUILDING BEING DESTROYED IS 100% LIKE INFINITE 100% HER DOING- BUT DJ IS STILL WILLING TO DO THIS TO HE USEFUL BY BRING THE FAMILY BACK TOGETHER, BUT YEAH HOW IN THE ABSOLUTE WORLD IS SHE GONNA REVIVE THEM??? WHO ARE YOU LITERALLY??? ALSO YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! DJ AND ALAN BONDING AGAIN!!! AND ALAN STOPPING BY HIS PLACE AFTER A FEW DAYS??? LSJLJSHLJSHLJSHJLAHLJAHLJAHLJAH I CAN'T- THEIR CONNECTION IS STILL THERE DEEP DOWN OH MY GOSH- ALAN- DJ- PLEASE AT LEAST TALK IT OUT OH MY GOSH- COMMUNICATE!!! BUT ALAN NEEDING TO REPAIR HIS WEAPON??? IF IT'S SAID IT'S IN PERFECT CONDITION SO WHY??? WHAAAAAAA- BUT DJ ACTUALLY FEELING LIKE HE'S UNDERSTOOD AND FELT GENUINELY HAPPY WITH ALAN'S PRESENCE BEING WITH HIM, WORKING TOGETHER LIKE THEY USED TO AFTER SO MANY YEARS!!! DJ FEELING ACTUALLY AND GENUINELY USEFUL WHEN ALAN IS HERE, ALAN ASKING FOR HELP FROM HIM ESPECIALLY!!! LIKE A PERSON HAVE BEEN WANTING SOMEONE TO NOTICED HIM AND HIS SKILLS LIKE ALAN ALWAYS HAD BEFORE, AND AWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHHH DJ HELPING OUT ALAN IN HIS SLUMBER!!! BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT WHEN HE SUDDENLY WOKE UP AND FELT DJ'S FINGER- BUT DJ IS WILLING TO KEEP GOING AND DO IT ALL FOR ALAN, AND EVEN THE PART WHERE DJ WAS GENUINELY HAPPY WHEN HE FELT ALAN'S WARM TOUCH AND WISHED IT LAST LONGER, JUST HUG IT OUR AND FEEL HIS EMBRACE DJ!!! AND OFC AT THE LAST PARTS DJ HAVING THE URGE TO JUST CHOKE HIMSELF TO DEATH, BUT HE IS ACTUALLY CONSIDERING IT WHEN HE BRINGS KAORI AND THE CHILDREN BACK??? OH MY GOSH.... WAIT- IS- IS HE ACTUALLY GONNA ATTEMPT AT SOME POINT BUT SOMEONE STOPS HIM???? IS THAT WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN IN ANY OF THE FUTURE CHAPTERS??? IT'S GIVING EXTREME CS!ALAN VIBES HONESTLY OH GOSH- OH NO OH NO.... BOTH ATG DJ AND ALAN REALLY NEED HELP- YEP EVEN ALAN OBVIOUSLY-

AND YES I AGREE WITH THE NOTES- YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT DJ-

Let's yap about Chapter 10! Sorry for the delay but i have read this, just haven't responded hehe!!

DJ's father is such an asshole, the neglect, the fear he instilled on DJ and the insecurity that he gave to him is the leading cause to all of this. His so called friends when he was a child was such assholes as well, telling him to act "useful" to be called worthy of love is just-they knew DJ would believe them because he blindly trust everyone, thinking they would never do anything to him.

Satin knows too much about DJ yet DJ knows nothing about her.

Alan had visited DJ's house multiple times but DJ was too busy with the weapon, and honestly it's just..ughhh. It's sad xCCC. DJ and Alan were just so tightly knit when they were younger, and that habit still had not left DJ until now. And Alan is a bit touch reserved now since he had been alone for a few years now. DJ touching him had sent him into a fight or flight by accident.

We all know even as a child DJ had idealized suicide and we may never really know if he actually wants to do it, there are many times he contradicts himself by stating he is "scared" to die by "his own hands" therefore he searches for danger and hopes the danger will be the one to kill him. He loves to gamble (That sounds familiar *looks at Satin*)

They honestly do need help, both Alan and DJ are in dire need of help, but even those might not help if they don't resolve by talking to each other. - S

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I Don’t Want To Be A Hero, So Leave Me Alone

➥ summary: Like any reincarnation fanfiction this story has to do with a women from the real world dying and getting reincarnated into a anime with some massive op powers. Throughout most of this story you are nothing but a 8 month year old which transforms later on into a child, well if we make it that far that is.

➥ chapter 12: The Dance of Destruction and Creation

Tomura gazed at his baby sister, (Y/N), her eyes sparkling with wonder as she observed him with intense curiosity. They were in his room, a space where he often let his destructive power loose. Today, however, he had an audience—(Y/N), who seemed entranced by the crumbling objects that succumbed to his decay quirk.

As Tomura reached out his hand, causing a small figurine to disintegrate into dust, he expected (Y/N) to flinch or show signs of fear. Instead, to his surprise, her eyes widened with anticipation, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch the dissipating remnants of the figurine.

In that moment, Tomura felt a mixture of awe and confusion. He had always believed his quirk to be a curse, a power that isolated him from others. Yet here was his sister, seemingly fascinated by his ability to destroy. Little did he know, she possessed a power of her own—one that would reshape his understanding of their connection.

"(Y/N), are you... enjoying this?" Tomura asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

She giggled, her innocent laughter echoing in the room. "Yes!”

Tomura's eyebrows furrowed as he watched her closely. "But why? I'm destroying things. Isn't that... bad?"

(Y/N) shook her head, her eyes alight with a unique perspective. "It no bad. Yes it good.”

’Tomura. It's about the dance of destruction and creation. You break things, and I can put them back together.’

Tomura's eyes widened as if coming to a realization. Her quirk, omnimanipulation, allowed her to manipulate matter and reform what was broken. It was a power of creation, a counterbalance to his destructive abilities. Suddenly, the seemingly destructive nature of his quirk took on a new significance—it set the stage for her own power to shine.

As Tomura observed his sister, a spark of curiosity ignited within him. He reached out, decaying another object, and watched as (Y/N) focused her attention on the dust particles. Her hands moved with precision, weaving through the air, and the dust began to coalesce and reform, as if guided by an invisible force.

The toy, once destroyed, was restored before his eyes, its colors vibrant and intact. Tomura's awe transformed into a mixture of awe and excitement. The realization of their unique connection blossomed within him. They were two sides of the same coin, balancing each other's powers in a delicate harmony.

"(Y/N), your quirk... it's amazing," Tomura said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Together, we can create and destroy. We have the power to shape the world around us."

(Y/N) smiled, her eyes reflecting the bond between them. “Yes!”

‘That’s what makes us special, Tomura. We can turn destruction into creation. Our powers, combined, hold the potential to bring balance and make a difference.’

In that moment, Tomura understood that their quirks were not curses but gifts. They were intertwined in a symbiotic relationship, each enhancing the other's abilities. It was no longer just about his destructive power—it was about the interplay between their abilities, a delicate dance between destruction and creation.

Tomura couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at his baby sister. Her quirk was a testament to their shared lineage, a testament to the strength that ran in their blood. They were not simply individuals with extraordinary powers; they were a family bound by a unique destiny.

As the days turned into weeks, Tomura and (Y/N) continued to explore the depths of their powers. They honed their abilities, finding new ways to create and destroy. Together, they became a formidable force, united by their extraordinary quirks and an unbreakable bond.

With every triumph and every challenge, Tomura and (Y/N) grew closer, forging a connection that transcended their powers. They understood that their role extended beyond the use of their abilities—it was about protecting and supporting each other, about embracing the inherent strength that came from their familial ties.

In the midst of their journey, Tomura and (Y/N) discovered the true potential of their powers. They navigated the complexities of their abilities, unlocking new techniques and exploring the limits of their strengths. Their journey was not just about destruction or creation, but about understanding the responsibility that came with wielding such power.

As Tomura watched his sister, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. They were destined for greatness, and together or apart they would make a difference in this world. With their unique quirks, they would rewrite the story of heroes, leaving an indelible mark on the world.

They were no longer two individuals with extraordinary abilities; they were a duo bound by love, power, and an unbreakable bond. Brother and Sister.

With each step they took, Tomura and (Y/N) moved closer to their true potential. Their journey was just beginning, but they were ready to face any challenge that came their way. They would shape their destiny, guided by the delicate dance of destruction and creation, and leave a lasting legacy unlike any the world had ever seen.