#and she’s so bright and illuminant he can’t help but be drawn to her

[fairyysoup]

the devil i know

chapter three: i smoke out your darkest side

(repost)

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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Your favorite accidental demon boy toy maims your piece of shit manager, learns a bit about your past, and visits you in a dream.

cw: explicit, witch!reader, reader is 21+, eddie is immortal, deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, wet dreams, lucid dreaming, handjobs, skin on skin grinding, teasing, horror, very intense bodily harm done to a minor character (tongues are lost), blood, gore, bullying/harassment, mention of past abusive ex, dead dove: do not eat

please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

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EASTWICK, YOUR JUNIOR YEAR

The book you found at the garage sale a town over has to be fake. Right? You’ve spent weeks flipping through it, looking at the pages and reading the words over and over, trying to somehow carve them into your memory. 

It seems so improbable, but the notion bounces around in your skull for so long that it grips hold somewhere in there, wiggling down into your belief system until you just can’t seem to get rid of it. 

Magic is real. Witchcraft exists. It has existed, in different forms, throughout history. You’ve just never considered that you could practice it for yourself, until now.

Part of the reason that you decide to try it is that you want to see what’ll happen. You have an insatiable curiosity, and if it works out, you may have just discovered the cure to all that ails you, so to speak. But the other part of it is a quiet desperation for something more. 

Being sixteen sucks. But being sixteen in a small, puritanical town that’s stuck in the past, when you’re considered too weird to eat in the cafeteria without getting wads of gum stuck into your hair by the assholes on the football team, is worse. 

You have no support system, and no way out. Your family won’t even pretend to understand. So, you’re taking to naïve leaps of faith, instead.

The moon is bright enough to illuminate the clouds moving in the sky around it. The air is thick with late spring mugginess and oncoming rain, stifling your skin. The candles arranged in a circle around you don’t help with the heat. Beneath you on the dirt, you’ve used red painter’s pigment to sketch out a pentacle, for lack of a better understanding of how to “cast a circle.”

In your hand, the little cloth doll you’d amateurly sewn together stares back at you with two black button eyes. You’d been very careful when you clipped off a piece of Matt Anderson’s backpack strap to tie around its neck. The wad of ABC gum that he’d shoved into your hair is wrapped in it, and stuffed inside the doll’s body, making it lumpy– but it doesn’t have to look perfect.

It just has to work.

You pick up a cheap plastic cigarette lighter and flick it on. The flame glows yellow in the dark, illuminating the crude red smiley face you’d drawn onto the doll’s head. 

Fucking Matt.

The polyester cloth sizzles when you hold the flame to it, barely singeing the edges. All your rage, all your pent up anger and aggression toward him and the impromptu haircut he caused, floods out of you. The smiley face warps. One of the little button eyes pops off. The stuffing inside is going to catch on in a second–

“Oh, my GOD. What are you doing?”

You drop the lighter with a yelp. Over your backyard fence, your neighbor, Jessica, stares at you with wide eyes.

Jessica is your age, your longtime neighbor and one-time friend, when you were very little. You grew apart in middle school, when she discovered cheerleading and you discovered teen angst. She doesn’t talk to you much anymore, unless it’s to give you a hollow, backhanded compliment.

“Jess– I didn’t– what are you doing?” You squint at her in the darkness. Her blonde hair is up in foam rollers, a baby blue bathrobe wrapped around her willowy shoulders.

“Well I saw fire out here when I was getting ready for bed and I wanted to see what was– I wanted to make sure you weren’t, like, in trouble.” She takes in the circle of candles around the red pentacle, the lighter, the mutilated doll in your hand. “Are you, like… a Devil worshipper?”

“What?” You stand up, still clutching the doll in your hand. “No, why would you ask that?”

“Well, I mean… Reverend Tanner was talking about ‘em in church the other day, and I just thought…” She looks you up and down. Her eyes linger on your oversized Black Sabbath t-shirt, your hands covered in red pigment and soot from the spell you were attempting. “It’s okay, I’m not gonna say anything. I promise.”

“Jess, I’m not a Devil wor–”

“It’s… it’s alright. It’ll be our secret.” Jessica gives you a wobbly, forced smile that you know means she’s lying. 

Your eye twitches in annoyance. You probably should say something. Plead your case, make her understand that this isn’t Devil worship. Tell her that whatever the hell she listens to the preacher at the local parish say about ‘lunatic Satan worshippers consorting with the Devil’ doesn’t apply to you, and frankly, probably doesn’t exist the way she thinks it does. 

Instead, you just sigh. You can’t foresee her being as big of a problem as Matt or any of his cronies. She isn’t vindictive as all that. “Sure, Jess. Our secret.”

“I, um. Sorry, I’m just gonna…” Jessica gestures over her shoulder, and then retreats back toward her house. Her fluffy pink slippers scuff the wood of her patio as she glances back at you cautiously, like she’s afraid you’ll chase after her. 

You watch her disappear inside. Then, with a roll of your eyes, you irritatedly hold the lighter’s flame to the Matt doll, and let it catch fire in your hands. You toss it into an empty Folgers coffee canister and let it burn to shit before you blow out the candles and go back inside. The pentacle on the ground will be washed away with the rain by the morning.

Fuck it all.

As soon as Colin enters his house, Eddie appears on the horizon like a stoic angel bearing a message.

Actually, that’s a fucking lie. He makes the walls cry blood. Always wanted to do that, at least once.

Colin’s a little pipsqueak of a guy in his early thirties, with prematurely thinning hair and skinny legs that make his pants look way too big on him no matter what size he wears. Eddie finds it hard to take him seriously– especially when he’s cowering in a corner brandishing a wooden crucifix like Eddie’s some kind of movie vampire.

“Colin– hey.” Eddie smacks the crucifix out of the guy’s hand, sending it clattering across the floor. Red ooze drips over Colin’s shoulder as he flinches away, whimpering and crying. Eddie rolls his eyes. “Christ, you people are so easy to scare. Okay. Here’s how this is gonna go– you’re gonna quit your job, and I’m gonna make you vomit green pea soup, and then we both go our separate ways and never have to see each other again. Sound good?”

Eddie pauses, tilting his head and squinting at Colin as he starts whispering something. It’s so quiet and wobbly with tears that he can’t quite make it out, so he has to lean close to Colin’s trembling face.

“–thy kingdom come thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread–”

Eddie sighs. “That’s not gonna work.” 

“–forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us–”

“Colin, I’m losing my patience.”

“–lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil–”

“COLIN!” Eddie’s head explodes into a storm of snarling beasts, screeching demons and eldritch beings whirling around each other in a tempest that could rival the Tasmanian Devil. A monstrous jaw with three rows of razor sharp teeth unhinges in front of Colin’s screaming face, roaring at him, showing him the glowing pit of hellfire deep in Eddie’s chest.

Colin continues shrieking even after Eddie’s face returns to normal. Eddie rocks back on his heels, inching away from the puddle of urine Colin just released onto the floor. 

“I warned you,” Eddie murmurs. “Needed you to shut up. Now,” Eddie snatches Colin’s phone from the coffee table, pushing it at him. “Call your stupid fucking boss and quit your job so I can get back to my girl.”

Blubbering, Colin juggles the phone in his trembling hands. It takes three tries for him to unlock the damn thing.

After it’s done, Eddie takes the phone from Colin and tosses it over his shoulder. “You just got off so fucking easy– they teach you those fucking manners in Sunday school, too? Stealing tips, making her clean the goddamn bathrooms on her hands and knees. I’d love to kick your teeth in–”

“W-wait–” Colin sniffles, sitting up in his corner. “That’s your girl? The witch?” 

Eddie leans back, his jaw clicking into place as he readjusts it– unhinging it like that always misaligns it. He scrutinizes Colin’s expression; the blubbering, frightened little cretin is gone, replaced by a wild eyed and angry zealot. 

“Oh, my god. Oh my GOD, so it’s true?” Colin laughs hysterically. “You know they say she burned down her neighbors house because they saw her worshiping the Devil?”

Eddie blinks. “What fucking year is this? 1692?”

Colin doesn’t answer, just continues, “And she never got caught. They couldn’t prove it was her. But now, I bet…”

Colin trails off. There’s something dark and menacing in Eddie’s eyes that wasn’t there before– not even when he lost his temper. Lava pools whirling and stormy, boiling and angry like the buildup before an eruption. 

Fear shoots directly into Colin’s mind so hard that he gives a startled jump. After years of skillful practice, Eddie has figured out how to play with people’s emotions in quite the literal sense. Sometimes, he does it harder than necessary. 

“I– I mean–” Colin backtracks, “I’m not gonna say anything. I promise. I– I fucking swear on my life–”

“I don’t care about your life,” Eddie says, his voice as flat as he can make it. “I care about hers.” 

“Please– please don’t kill me!”

“No, I’m not gonna kill you.” Eddie looks momentarily as though he’s considering launching himself forward and throttling the cowering man, but he sets aside his sudden temperament. “I promised her that I wouldn’t. Which… complicates things.”

Colin squirms. “It… it does?”

“Mm.” Eddie nods, his hands pressed together under his nose as though in prayer. “Because you’re obviously not gonna keep your trap shut, so I have to do it for you.”

Eddie stands as Colin retches. His body contorts on the floor, wailing and gurgling until a projectile stream of blood bursts forth and splatters across the living room hearth. In the midst of the puddle of blood, a writhing tongue curls and twitches, severed on one end like it was cut with a sharp blade.

Colin collapses in a pool of his own fluids. He’ll live. Unfortunately.

Eddie dusts his hands off on his pants and whistles. Out of the shadows, the smoky impression of a dog appears, its glowing red eyes piercing through the darkness and mirroring Eddie’s. 

“Dante,” Eddie mutters to the shadow of the rottweiler, standing at attention and waiting for instructions. The dog gives a short whuff of acknowledgement. Eddie snaps his fingers, points at Colin’s disembodied tongue. “Dinner.”

Dante barks and falls upon the tongue enthusiastically. It’s been a while since Eddie’s hellhounds had any fresh meat, only being fed by the souls of the condemned in the Otherworld. 

Eddie turns around in a circle, staring around at Colin’s less than stellar apartment setup. He can’t really judge, he was never much of a housekeeper either, but this guy is on a whole other level.

It takes a minute, but he finds what he was looking for beneath Colin’s mattress– hilariously predictable– in a tin pencil box. There’s about $300 in cash, singles and fives and a few twenties in the mix. A couple receipts from a Coinstar machine, as well.

Eddie snatches up the wad of money and shoves it into his back pocket.

You’ve managed to have one or two lucid dreams in your life. In the past they’ve been something mundane– walking through a city or having a talk with an elderly gentleman on a park bench.

This one is different. You open your eyes to something entirely unexpected. 

Your dream is bright and colorful, despite it being perpetually twilight. As you gain lucidity, you pick up on different things– damp grass on your bare back, skin on skin, a gentle caress up a naked thigh. You turn your head, and you find Eddie there next to you, stirring as if rousing from a dream of his own.

You– or, your subconscious– has already taken the liberty of stripping him of his clothes, and you lay in the tall grass of a meadow. Your arms are around him, your leg hooked over his waist. He pets your thigh, soft and gentle like he’s doing it mindlessly. 

Your hand wraps around his cock and he startles, his eyes flying open as he gasps.

“Oh. This is, um…” Eddie turns his head towards you, snickering as a warm flush spreads across his cheeks. Ringed hands– because of course, your mind would keep the rings in there– come up to cover his face.

You giggle. “Hello, handsome.”

He grumbles something, but he doesn’t manage to say anything of real importance before he moans. You squeeze his cock and roll your wrist, stroking him torturously slow. He throbs in your grip, needy and jumping when you skim your fingers over the vein that runs along his shaft.

“Well, you, um–” Eddie huffs and cracks a smile, dragging his hands down his face as he does to clear away the grogginess that comes from stepping into the astral plane. “You sure know how to make a demon feel special.”

“Not what you had in mind?” you ask, and your voice has a sultry dip to it that makes the demon squirm. 

“Mm, I figured–” Eddie’s breath catches in his throat when you lean over and spit onto his cock. The sound that kicks up from it is salacious, a lewd squelch that completely contradicts your pastoral surroundings. You watch him, as his mouth hangs open in shock for a moment. His head drops back against the ground, baring the jumping muscles of his long neck for your consideration. “Fuck– figured you dream about unicorns and lollipops or some shit.”

You hum, looking pointedly down at where your hand strokes him between his legs. “Well, you’re half right. S’what you get for hijacking my dream, you little shit,” you mutter, but it doesn’t come out as caustically as you want it to, because you litter his chest with kisses. 

“I just wanted to talk.” He tilts his head, giving you a pointed look. “You seem to have other plans.”

“Well, it’s my dream, and you caught me in a mood, so.” You shrug, rolling your thumb over the head of his cock. You’re gazing down at it like it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, with heavy-lidded eyes and your bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

Eddie groans and bucks his hips up into your fist. His hand comes up to grab your shoulder, a warm touch that sends a shudder through you. “Remind me to do that more often?”

You shake your head slowly. “Nuh-uh, this is a one time thing. You said you wanted to talk, so talk.” 

You hadn’t realized just how much his presence would affect you, even just in your dreams. Everything about him screams for you to unhinge yourself, against your better judgment; his eyes, his scent, even his voice beckons you. Something not quite human or tangible pulls at your senses and clutches at your chest, and you’re not sure if it’s hunger or lust or something else entirely, some other primitive urge that you’re feeling in force.

Eddie sucks in a long breath through his teeth, his eyes falling to your hand as it works over him. His own tremble, holding back from touching you how he wants. 

“There’s, um. You asked me to– uh–” You start trailing your tongue along his chest in a way that makes him lose his train of thought, your lips dragging over his skin, heavenly soft. “Uhhh– not kill that guy for you. So I didn’t.”

“Good.” 

“I cut out his tongue, though.”

“Eddie.”

“Sorry.” He isn’t, really. You can feel it, and you can see it in the ghost of a smile on his face. “He was gonna say some shit about you worshipping the Devil. Called you a witch.”

“Everyone already does. And they’re right, aren’t they?” You sigh, and your breath whispers across his overheated skin. “I’m worshipping a devil right now.”

You’re bolder in your sleep. You guess because, to your subconscious mind, there isn’t as much to be afraid of in dreams. Especially in dreams that you can control. All your hang-ups are, well… hung up. And you can let yourself be as promiscuous as you want, at least until you wake up. 

You bite at a spot on his neck that makes him lose his composure. Eddie chews his lip and groans, his eyes nearly rolling back into his skull. He grabs your hip and flips you, until your back hits the grass and his hips rest between your legs. 

Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze up at him. Eddie’s beautiful, so impossibly stunning that it nearly frightens you, almost as much as this aching want burning inside of you does. His dark hair hanging around his face, his flushed skin and glowing amber eyes. He’s the picture of immortal beauty and power, and he’s yours.  

His lips are so close to yours, his mouth open so that his breath gets caught in your lungs. His nose bumping your own, almost like he means to kiss you. 

Eddie rocks his hips, and you feel his erection grind against your cunt. Splitting the seam of your pussy, parting around him as he slides the length of it against you, getting it wet with your arousal. He isn’t… he isn’t fucking you, per se. But it would take just the slightest hitch of his hips, just a little press forward to change that. 

You whimper, clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his back. “Eddie…”

“So you want to play games, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and bassy in his chest.

You roll your hips up into his. You can’t help it– the slick, soft glide of his cock through your folds, the head catching against your clit feels too good. His lips on your skin, his breath in your ear. It’s been way too fucking long for you, since someone touched you like this. Your head drops back on your shoulders, your back arching as you moan–

You wake up.

You fucking. Wake. Up.

You lay, disoriented, on your bed. Your hand rests on your sweaty forehead as your pussy throbs, hot and angry between your legs. Seething with rage and neglect, begging for the job to be finished. 

It was so real. It felt so real, and so good, and you had to go and ruin it.

His scent remains. His smoke fills your lungs, eating up all your oxygen and making your head spin. You struggle to find your balance somehow, trying to quell the ache between your legs, trying to snap back to a reality where you weren’t just about to fuck your dream demon.

“Did you burn down someone’s house?”

You yelp, bolting to sit up in bed. His scent wasn’t just a leftover memory from your dream. You search through the darkness until your eyes find him sitting in the antique chair in the corner of your room, facing the bed, lit only by streaks of light filtering through the blinds from the streetlamp outside. He reclines, immobile, seemingly relaxed as his eyes glow warm and nearly gold in the low light.

You simply cannot handle this right now. Not while you’re coming down from a very near orgasm you just had because of him. 

“What?”

“The guy, Colin–” Eddie continues, as if he’s completely unaware of the absolute torture you’re going through. “He said you burned down someone’s house. Your neighbor’s?”

You wonder for a moment if you could hate him for this, but you already know the answer. You could never hate him. Not really.

“C’mon, you can tell me,” he coos, and then winks. “Tell me and I’ll give you a present.”

You squint at him. He can’t possibly mean what you think he means. You get a mental image of him between your legs, his eyes glowing as he peers up at you, his mouth closed over your cunt. 

He smirks like he knows exactly what you’re thinking. The fucker. 

“Yeah,” you admit, drawing your knees up to your chest. “Yeah, uh. My fucking neighbor– she started a rumor that I was a Satanist in high school. Got everyone in on it. So, I threw a Molotov through her kitchen window.”

Eddie nods slowly. “Amazing de-escalation tactic.”

“It’s not like I genuinely tried to burn down the place,” you huff. “How was I supposed to know they’d just had the floor waxed?”

Eddie laughs, rocking forward in his seat. His eyes sparkle and his smile is sharp when he pulls a wad of money out of his pocket, holding it up between two fingers. “Your tip money. Your wish, my command.”

You’re taken aback, gazing at the paper that seems so bright in the darkness. “Well, that was relatively painless.”

“Was it?” It’s barely a whisper, but something you were meant to hear. Holding his jaw in his hand, fingers splayed across his cheek, he watches you with growing intensity. “Come and take it, then.”

The knowing smile on his lips issues a challenge, one that you would walk away from in any other circumstance. He knows very well what he’s doing. He can read your thoughts, that much is obvious. And since it seems they’re always in the gutter now, he knows how you’re squirming beneath your skin at the sight of him. 

You wonder if you were really the one who ended the dream.

Refusing to breathe– you’re afraid that if you do, the sound of it would give you away– you crawl out of your bed and stand on shaky legs. One look at him tells you he’s gloating, watching the way that you struggle.

Ohhhh you hate him. You hate him, you hate him.

You cross the room toward him, moving slower than necessary in order to steel yourself to the shortening distance between you. You stop short of his legs, extended out and crossed at the ankles.

Eddie doesn’t move, his elevated hand still holding the wad of money. “C’mon then, tough girl.”

You stare at him, trying not to give yourself away, trying for all the world not to scream or throw yourself on him. You hesitantly step forward and snatch the money out of his hand before taking a long step back. 

“Thank you, Eddie,” you say mildly, trying to keep your voice steady. Even his name sends a rush of warmth through you. The word burns on your wrist. Your body shakes against your will.

Shit. Fuck. God damn it.

He chuckles, standing from the chair, looming over you. “Anything else I can help you with?”

You squint up at him, your voice shaking as much as your hands, now. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Right. It was a one time thing, wasn’t it?”

The expression on his face is somewhere between affection and condescension as he suppresses a grin. His hand comes up and he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, urging you to look up into his eyes. 

A note of fondness oozes into his tone. “Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. You won’t win.”

Eddie’s touch sends a shock wave through your body, a shiver so strong that your eyes flutter shut. His voice is so soft, so lovingly gentle that it nearly makes you break down, knees weakening, head spinning. 

He leans forward, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. “I’ll be here, whenever you change your mind.” 

There’s an edge to his voice, a tone that hints at some sort of plea in there. You don’t know what it could be for– sex? Your trust?

You trust him to protect you. You approach him the same way you might approach a spirit in your house– unfamiliar, sure, but not immediately a threat as far as you know. Here, let me offer you half of my muffin as long as you don’t set my house on fire, okay? Maybe don’t kill that guy. Or maybe do. Depends on my mood.

You purse your lips, thankful that he doesn’t look at you when you say, “I know.” 

You sound a lot more sure than you feel. You desperately want to grab him and kiss him, throw him on the bed and finish what you started in that dream. 

Except, you’re afraid. A dream is one thing; sex in the waking world is another. You’re tiptoeing around some strange patron demon-human relationship that you don’t know how to navigate. It’s in the contract that you have to fuck him, eventually. But you and relationships don’t have a good history, and you’re a little frightened that if you make that leap on your own, it’s only going to end badly. 

You think of Andy. You think of your abusive ex who still just hangs around, waiting to intimidate you. You think of the reason why you went out to make a deal with Eddie, and you think of the dog tag that you buried as an offering because Andy had taken the last thing you truly loved from you.

You know that Eddie isn’t just some normal guy you’re dealing with. Your attraction to him goes against everything that you understand, but it makes sense, doesn’t it? Because you try. You try and try, and you’re a good girl until you’re pushed too far, and then you do something stupid like make a deal with a demon because you’re sick of having to just be strong on your own. And suddenly you want to fuck that demon’s brains out so bad that it’s keeping you up at night.

But… you don’t know him. Not really. And as bad as you want him, with your body screaming for him, it’s still enough to make you hesitate. 

There’s a subtle movement of Eddie’s head, like maybe he can sense your indecision. Maybe he’ll end that torture for you. He’ll read the brimming anxiety in your thoughts and give you what you’re too afraid to ask for. Sex. Sex with Eddie. Sex with your demon… whatever he is.

Sex with his infernal majesty of freaks and misfits.

But he doesn’t. Without another word, Eddie turns, and he disappears into your bedroom mirror. Leaving you to flop down onto your bed, punch your pillow, and scream.

[eupheme]

— will you show me?

no-outbreak!joel x f!reader, joel x reader x tess

Rated E - 4.2k

Tags: switch!joel and switch!reader, poly relationship, use of alcohol, light sub/dom elements, sex toys, references to threesomes, sexual photos, oral sex, anal play, pegging, joel teaches you what to do

a/n: when the wonderfully talented @wannab-urs announced her #PMAMC event, I knew I had to sign up! Thank you so much, this was so fun 💖

When Tess lets slip an unknown dynamic of your shared relationship, it’s impossible not to think about it. To wonder… to wish. Luckily, Joel is more than happy to show you how.

It starts over drinks.

Time ticking down more quickly than you’d like. Each sip of your cocktail brings you closer to her leaving, as you sit in the booth between Tess and Joel.

Her thigh pressed snug against yours. Fingers drifting along the back of the booth, the tips stroking the side of your neck. Goose bumps rising in the wake of her touch, making you shiver. 

A warm hand wraps around your knee on the other side - a silent, possessive weight. Legs that are still jelly from the hours before - during a soft, drawn-out goodbye.

One that signals the end of a long, perfect weekend. Every detail carefully planning to celebrate Joel’s birthday, filled with family and friends. Squeezing in just enough alone time to ensure it’s one he won’t forget. 

It would be a couple weeks before she would be back in town again. Leaving you in very capable hands, ones you’ve gotten to know well over these last few months. 

The neon lights above the bar flicker with the stuttering of your heart, as she leans. The room dark enough that the illumination of her phone feels too bright, as she flashes the screen at Joel. 

Something from earlier. 

Something you remember because you were there - just positioned on the other side of the lens. Memories ooze and wash over you with the quick glance you manage to catch.

Framing you from neck to hips. Broad hands palming your breasts, molding you to their touch. Thighs splayed wide, where there’s the blur of something in a pretty shade of purple moving between them. 

You clench at the reminder. The snap of her hips. The leather and silicone. Joel’s hands cupping and squeezing, just before your head had tilted back to take him.

“Send me a copy of that,” Joel murmurs, a small curve of his lips as his eyes drag across the image. 

It makes your cheeks burn, to be stuck between them. Their tones so casual, as if it’s just an interesting article online, instead of an illicit memento. 

Tess grins, thumbs already tapping to pull up his contact. 

“Thought you’d like that, birthday boy.” She muses, tongue trapped between her teeth as she sends it off. “Seeing as you both like the same one.”

There’s an almost imperceptible stiffening beside you. His hand clamping down a little more tightly - a flatness in the press of his lips. 

You already hang onto his every word, so it’s not hard to miss - your eyes darting up to his as they narrow in her direction.

Leaving Tess oblivious, on the other side.

It stays with you, as your time runs out. As you say your final goodbyes in the parking lot outside the airport. A quick pressing of mouths, embracing arms and murmured words, as you wave her off.

Watching her grow smaller. Leaving you both alone.

It stays with you on the drive home. Joel’s silence is not unusual, the radio filling the cozy space with Johnny Cash and Bruce Springsteen. 

The usual comforts, but you can’t help the slow drift of your eyes in his direction. Once and then twice, until he’s catching you - an eyebrow raising. 

“Been lookin’ at me an awful lot,” He comments - eyes drifting back to the road. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

That slight sort of tension coming back in the way his hands twist around the wheel, how his eyes slide away before you can answer.

“Maybe I just like looking at you.” You smile - at him, the small shake of his head at your words. He takes to compliments like oil in water, but it doesn’t keep them from slipping from you.

But that silence still hangs, and you frown. More curious than anything. A sliver of worry - knowing if you press too hard, you’ll meet a wall.

“Joel.” There’s a short inhale of breath, “Can I ask you something?”

It lingers for just a second too long, before he’s answering.

“Think you just did.”

The dry humor makes you smile, a small laugh as your eyes drift over the traffic, the hanging red stoplight above.

You should ask him before it changes.

“At dinner,” You start, “You got funny at something Tess said.”

“''S not a question,” His answer is evasive, and that grabs your attention, as you shift his way.

“Fine.” You narrow your thoughts down, “Was it what she said about the toy? Or was it the photo?”

“Weren’t the photo, sweetheart,” The soft name has sharp edges, a hint that you’re onto something. A few weeks ago you would have dropped it.

But they had both pressed that communication was important. Something you had really tried to upheld, for them. 

“The toy, then?” You press - letting your fingers drift between the space that separates you. It only takes a moment before his hand drops to curl around it, resting on his thigh.

“I don’t-” Joel inhales a short breath, and then frees it, “I just didn’t want you finding out like that. Wanted to talk to you properly.”

That has you frowning, your head tilting, “Why would you need to tell me you use a toy on Tess? You think I’d feel weird about her using it on me?”

You wouldn’t. 

You’ve had her on your fingers, on your tongue. 

You’d tasted her on Joel’s cock, before you swallowed him down. 

“Don’t use it on her.”

Another beat of silence, “She uses it on me.”

This time, it’s you that’s gone quiet. Your thoughts swirling messily as you try to process what he said.

What it means.

You’ve read about it. There’s so much Tess and Joel had introduced you to. Your own curiosity sending you into your own forms of research.

But, this hadn’t been brought up. Not that you can remember. In your time spent together Joel always had a commanding tone and a firm touch, though softened when directed at you. 

Perhaps it fits, though. He bends, for Tess. 

It’s hard not to let the images swirl in your mind. Knees nudged wide. Red-tipped nails sinking into dark curls, the slap of skin on skin. Hips and a hard cock grinding into the mattress - that pretty, rough groan he makes when he’s close. 

“Oh.” You breathe, eyes a little unfocused, where they stare ahead. A moment, as you collect your thoughts, “Why… why would that make you angry?”

He sighs then, some of that tension ebbing from him, “’m not angry. It’s just not something we’ve done together.”

A hint of that edge comes back, “And I don’t like discussing our private affairs out in the open.”

That makes you smile, “It was an empty bar, Joel. We go there all the time-”

But then you’re pausing, thinking. Your words coming slowly, “Were you worried what I’d think?”

The truck pulls up in front of his home. A light left on in the living room, in Sarah’s rush to meet a friend. The engine idles until he’s switching it off, though neither one of you move. 

Silence hangs, for a moment. You feel as if you can almost hear the click of his watch, the seconds slowly ticking by. 

He doesn’t answer, so you do it for him.

“I don’t mind. Not at all.” You slowly lean, reaching - fingers pinching at his chin, until he’s facing you, “I just didn’t know you liked it, that’s all.”

The corner of his lips curl, “Been busy. Had our hands full with you, honey.”

It’s the Joel you know, now. His back easing against the seat, the stiffness leaving his shoulders. 

Your hand still lingers on his thigh, gently tracing.

“Is that…” The prospect feels thrilling, the question on the tip of your tongue, “Is that something I could do for you? Will you show me?”

His eyes dart to yours. But there’s only an awe in your tone. A desire. 

It wouldn’t be the first time a switch had been flipped in your brain. A latent urge to return all the pleasure that’s been given to you. The thought of rolling them beneath you - riding and touching them until they’re trembling. 

“Is that right?” He asks, slowly. The glow from the street lamp outside cuts across his face, a dark eye hilighted in gold, “Is that what you want?”

You nod. No hesitation in the gesture, your mind already running wild with the thoughts of his pleasure in your hands. Of being able to do this for him.

Of something new. 

“Alright,” He answers. 

“I’ll show you.”

The harness feels heavy. Black leather that fits around your hips, circling your thighs. Something pretty on underneath, your favorite shade in layers of satin and lace.

Picked up a few days ago, in one of the shops the next town over.

Your eyes had been wide, perusing the shelves with Joel. A new perspective this time - looking at the different options, for an item not intended for yourself. 

Strapless. Double-ended. Vibrating. 

The cock had been easy. A copy of the one Tess had brought with her, the same shade of purple. 

A heat rising in your cheeks at the thought of using it with Joel. Spreading to your neck and ears when more was added to the basket.

The harness. Another bottle of lube. 

Something else - a heavy silver plug, the gem a glittering shade of emerald green. 

“For later.” Joel hints, before you can ask, “Maybe next time you can take us both.”

The thought had made your breath catch in your chest. 

“We’re shopping for you.” You had hissed, his hand warm at the base of your spine. Burning.

“Savin’ us a trip.” He murmured back. 

It had led up to tonight. An evening alone, the planning giving you time for your nerves to make a home in your chest and belly. 

Your fingers wrap around the plastic cock now, the angle so different than what you’re used to. Joel’s fingers still linger at your hips, adjusting the straps until it fits snugly against you.

It feels pleasing, in your hand. The curving thickness, how you can see the shadow of your fingers beneath from the jelly-like texture. The dim lights from above shining off it, and then you’re picturing how it would look glossy. 

Your hand pumps, from thick base to tip. Embers sparking in your belly, as you think about him being the one to do it. How pretty it would look, disappearing between his lips. 

“Are you going to get this wet for me, Miller?” There’s a commanding edge to your voice, just barely concealing the waver. 

His eyes and then a brow lifts, from where he sits on the bed. Where you stand between his spread knees, the dildo bobbing between you.

“You get bossy with a cock, sweetheart?”

There’s a little tilt to his head. A rasp in his voice, and your cheeks are burning again for more than one reason. 

“I, I just thought-” Your words trail off, until his hand is wrapping around yours and squeezing, “I thought that is what you wanted. How Tess would do it.”

Tess, with her pretty voice and blunt words. So much like Joel - how they always had you scrambling to obey.

Stay still. Be good. Just like that, honey. Make me come.

“You don’t gotta be her,” His look softens, “I just want you to be yourself.”

They way he says it, so bluntly, so certain, loosens the tight knot in your chest - easing some of your embarrassment. 

“What do you want, honey?”

It’s easy for you to answer, “I want to make you feel good.”

He smiles at that. It’s familiar, his eyes crinkling at the edges, “I think we could work with that.”

There’s a soft squeeze of his hand against yours. Fingers that slip free and then drop, wrapping around the silicone. Squeezing there too, with a slow pump of his fist. 

“Now, if you wanna see me suck your cock, I will.” Joel’s voice lowers then, “But you gotta as me nice, baby.”

For a moment, you forget how to breathe. Dumbstruck, with how pretty his drawl sounds, curling around those words like the careful grip of his fingers.

The breath you inhale is shaky, small. Eyes widened where they’re focused on his face, his lips.

“I want you to,” You breathe.

“You can do better, sugar.” There’s that heat then, in his eyes. That teasing tone, back in place. “Come on, now.”

“Please, Joel.” 

You’re not sure when things got turned around. How you ended up being the one begging, but it’s there - the soft whine in your voice. The want.

And you think you don’t mind at all. 

“I want to see you suck my cock.”

There’s the flash of white teeth then, with his smile. The slow stroke of hands as they move against your hips. Easing you back one, two steps so he can slip from the bed. Sinking to the floor on his knees. 

Your feet widen on their own. Watching his fingertips against the silicone. The slow duck of his head, the peek of his pink tongue.

Carefully taking one inch, and then another. A wet suck and bob of his head, as he slicks you up. Fingers pressing into the dark denim of his jeans, clenching, as his eyes flutter shut. 

Taking his time. Touching and stroking and licking, with sure and steady hands. Hands that make you clench, as he groans around you. As you sigh, feeling flood of arousal at the sight on him, on his knees for you. 

He leaves the base untouched, lips wrapping around as he works his way down the shaft, and then back up. 

It’s here, that you gain your footing again. Fingers wrapping in his curls, gently tugging. 

“You can take it,” You urge, gently, “You’re much bigger and I can take you.”

There’s a rough sound, at your words. Eyes that burn, as they flip up to yours. As he listens - inching further down, until the tip of his nose ghosts against your belly.

It thrills you. 

Holding himself there for a long moment, as your hand frees itself to stroke his cheek, all rough stubble and warmed skin - before gently easing him off.

“You did so good,” The praise feels different, coming from your mouth. An urge to hear transforming into an ache to give, as you look into dark, blown-wide eyes, “Let’s get you on the bed, okay? I want to touch you.”

That smile coming back, as he rises on stiffened joints - where knees pressed into the hardwood floor. 

A tenting in his pants that was not there before, becoming more prominent when he settles back against the pillows. Pulled half-way down the bed, calves dangling off the side edge. The hem of his black t-shirt riding up, your eyes snagging on skin as you climb on beside him. 

Where he put you together, the careful fastening and tightening of straps - you take him apart.

The heavy buckle cool against your palm, the leather stiff as you work his belt open. Plucking at the button, his own hands grasping at the dark denim. A lift of his hips as they are tugged down, slowly baring him.

Inches of skin, the trail of hair that only darkens the more you ease down his jeans. Thickening at the base of his cock, already hard at curving against his hip. 

He makes a sound, a hushed inhale of breath through his teeth as you palm him. Fingers wrapping around as his jeans and boxers fall to pool together on the floor. 

Socked feet spreading as you inch between his thighs - as he opens himself up to you. 

You look is reverent. Waiting for him to show you, like he promised. Teach you how to make him feel good. 

Watching, as he does. 

The lithe pull of muscle as he leans - a hand reaching up to hook around the handle of the bedside table. Drawing out the bottle - fingertips glossy with lube, as they dip.

You can feel him jump against your palm, when the tip of one presses against his rim. Sinking down to the knuckle - forearm flexing with the careful pump.

Working himself open, slowly. That warmth in your belly pooling lower - the toy shifting with you, a reminder. The base bumping against where you throb, only fueling your eagerness.

“Come on.” His voice is strained, as he holds the bottle out, “You wanna learn, right?”

It’s slippery against your fingers. Cold. You try to rub them against your thumb to warm them - before he slips free. 

“Just-,” There’s the hitch of his breath, as your touch drags from cock, to his heavy sack, then lower. “Go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

Your eyes are on his - a promise in them. The careful press against his opening, until you’re sinking in. Warm now, his groan so pretty as his head tilts back against the pillow.

It’s slow, the rhythmic pump of your fingers. Almost familiar, moving with the memory of other nights. Knuckle-deep before withdrawing, never leaving him completely. A second slips in with his encouragement  - coaxing words and the swell of his cock.

Twitching against his stomach, an errant drip smearing against skin and coarse hair. It’s easy to dip your head, fingers curling as you lick the weeping tip.

He jerks beneath you, clenching. Tight around your fingers as he groans, the sound coming from deep in his chest. Hands leaving where they grip in the pillows to brush your cheeks.

“You can’t-” Joel’s lips are parted with a heavy breath, a rough sound, “Gonna cut this too short if you do that, darlin’”

And god, it’s tempting to try. You think you could - keep those fingers buried in him while you suck him off. Keep him warm in your mouth, while you figure out just what he likes.

Your own question is low, as your face tips up to his, “Would you let me do that?”

His laugh is strangled and hushed, “You can do anything you want, honey. But if you want to do this, you’d better that it easy on me.”

The this that he is ready for. Nerves skitter across your skin, as your fingers slip from him. Eyes watching and expectant as the lube is passed to you again. 

The silicone slick and glossy from the pass of your palm, wrapping around the thick base. Stepping back off the bed, feet planting on the floor between thighs that spread wider, hips tilting up. 

“Take it slow, you got this.”

It almost feels funny, his encouragement. More used to coaxing you in other ways.

You can take it. Another inch, honey. Just like that. 

Well, you can do that for him. Your own words mirroring his, as you line yourself up. A shiver as the blunt tip slides against his rim. 

A shallow shift of your hips as you move forward. Slowly sinking into him. 

He stiffens beneath you - back bowing and chest rising with a held breath. Fingers that slip down until they’re gripping white-knuckled against thighs that inch wider. 

You take it slower than he does for you. He knows you can take it - but you’re in control here, soaking in every sigh. The pretty groan as you rock back and then forward, deeper.

A hand coming to rest on his, fitting your fingers against his knuckles. 

“Feel good?” You ask, softly. Trying to keep your shallow rhythm steady. Eyes dragging from the harness to the hard curve of his cock, up,

To where he nods, breath inhaled through clenched teeth. 

“Doin’ real good, honey,” His hand twitched beneath yours. A flexing of the muscles in his forearm, matching the clench of his belly, “Move your hips more. That’s my girl.”

You’re moving with his words, the praise like a glittering warmth against your skin. Another groan knocked loose as you do as he says. 

Thrusting until you’re truly buried in him,  pressed skin-to-skin. Pulling back to do it again, his cock bobbing against his stomach with the force of your hips against his.

He’s pretty, like this. Want blooms beneath your skin, prickling. Eyes greedy with the way they watch sticky patch glistens against his abdomen. As thick thighs press about your hips, hitching higher to drive you deeper. 

The harness biting into your skin, the way the base grinds against your clit each time you hilt yourself. His pleasure held in the tilt and grind of your hips, your hands. You think you get it. What she sees, what she wants-

And the sounds. The wet slap and suck of skin. His words, running from his mouth. The growl in his throat when your fingers hook under his knees, the angle changing.

“Fuck.” It’s a loose, ragged sound, “Fuck, honey. Just like that-”

It has you alert. Heart thudding in your chest and between your thighs, with his desperate plea. Your pace slowing until you get it right, grinding against that spot inside him.

Watching how the flush rises from his chest. Dark curls mussed above eyes that are now heavy-lidded and blown wide. His strong hands anchored in the sheets again, using the leverage to help him meet your thrusts. 

Your head ducks, saliva pooling on your tongue. A hand leaving his thigh so you can spit on your palm - too focused to search for the bottle that’s now lost amongst the bedding. 

Wrapping around his cock - where he’s flushed there, too. Another rough curse, the edge razor sharp as you stroke him from base to tip.

The thrust of your hips stuttering, unused to the coordination. A new appreciation for Joel, the way he ruins you so thoroughly and so often. 

His hand covers yours. The press of his warm palm and thick fingers enveloping yours. Wrapping your hand tighter, guiding you to stroke him faster, harder. 

“Don’t stop.” It’s a ragged plea, “You’re gonna make me come, sweetheart-”

In this moment, you think there’s nothing that could make you. Your own breath short and panting - eyes fixed on the pull of his brow, the part of his lips.

The way he thrusts into the tight clutch of your fist, fingers pinching harder. Your name a ragged groan that draws out long and low as he stiffens, the messy spill of his release over your knuckles with the next twist of your wrist.

His hand falls limply away as he comes - painting the curve of his belly, arcing up to his chest, sticky and glossy against his skin. You can feel the pulse under your thumb, see the tightening jerk of his cock, when your eyes tear from his face to drift down. Watching him, until he’s fully spent. 

Only then do your hips carefully slow, your hands loosening to drift across his stomach and hips, tracing his skin. 

He’s beautiful.

A tanned arm thrown across his face. Sweat dewing skin, the soft and unsteady inhale-exhale of his chest and belly.

Stained with himself, smeared across his abdomen from your hands and his. Glinting in the low light of the lamp, a low hiss as you carefully ease yourself from him.

Resisting the urge to drag your fingers across, collect him - slip them into your mouth. 

Instead, you do what he does for you.

There’s the damp sway of your cock against your thigh as you move to the en-suite. Wiping him clean with a dampened cloth, as his fingers pluck at your harness. 

Leaving it to pool against the mattress. An ache left behind - a sticky wetness in the crux of your panties that he’ll find in a minute.

For now, he fits you against him. Joel’s arm looped bonelessly around you, as your cheek presses into his shoulder.

A small flicker of pride in your belly. A heat - pleased that you had been able to do this for him. That he had trusted you, like you so often do for him. 

Your fingers scratch into skin, the dampened curls at the base of his neck. He moans, heavy-hidden eyes cracking open to look your way.

There’s a depth to them. A loosening, making them soft and warm and you can’t help but press your mouth to his. 

A hand coming to cradle your jaw, a little flick of your tongue telling him how needy this has made you.

He swallows your groan, with a sound of his own. 

It’s bliss, sharing this moment with him. 

There’s the dull hum of the traffic outside, the light breeze of the fan that sits on the dresser. Hours left until dawn - the promise of coffee and breakfast and a morning spent together, before you’re supposed to pick up Sarah and meet Tommy for the afternoon game. 

“You still mad at Tess?” It’s more tease than question - teeth sinking into your bottom lip to bite back the smile.

A smile that is returned, with a little huff of a laugh. Voice rough and low, as he rolls you beneath him to nose at your jaw. 

“Can’t say that I am.”

Thank you for reading!! 💖

[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Cut Above The Rest

Mechanic!Eddie x Hairdresser!Fem!Reader

Of All The Gin Joints In All The Towns (Part 3)

Summary:It's a Friday night and instead of being sad moping over your ex, your friend decides that you need a night out of drinking and good company

Word Count:1, 896

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The floor of The Hideout is just as sticky underfoot as you remember it ten years ago. Back when you were trying to sneak in with Robin, cautiously showing your fake IDs to the bar staff in the hopes of sharing a few beers with a friend.

The place is dimly lit, save for a few colourful twinkling fairy lights and bright neon signs that brighten up the otherwise dingy bar.

There’s the faint sound of a live band playing some blues-y folk-country music, that gets overshadowed by the chatter of the bar's regulars, and the sound of balls knocking against one another on the green of the pool table.

"Didn't you say something about a live band?" You ask Robin as you take a sip from your bottle, pointing towards the band already on stage. 

"Oh that's just the warm up act. The real band will be on in a minute"

It's not that the music that they were playing was bad, but judging by the way the patrons largely ignored them, you'd guess that they weren't really warming up the crowd as much as they had hoped. Your only hope is that the next band to go on would be more engaging.

The warm up act graciously say their thank you's to the less-than enthusiastic audience and start to leave the stage.

"Here they come! Corroded Coffin always put on a show" Robin declares as she nudges her elbow into your side.

Corroded Coffin? Why did that sound so familiar?

You watch as the group file onto the stage, the drummer sitting behind the drum kit, and all three of the guitarists, one bassist and two electric guitars, each hoisting their instrument's strap over their head.

In the sparkling glow of the strung up fairy lights the band's lead guitarist's features are illuminated. 

Waves of long dark curls fall around his shoulders, as he looks down to connect his amplifier's cord to his guitar.

The overhead spotlight hits him, and he looks up and out to his crowd

And..hang on a moment…That's Eddie! 

It was all flooding back to you now! Memories of him and the rest of the band at the middle school's talent show! Performing a very solid version of Paranoid that only served to further your crush on the boy.

"You didn't tell me Eddie was playing tonight!" You whisper-shout to Robin.

Robin only smiles at you, as if this was her plan all along. 

“shh..They’re starting. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Robin shushed you as the band begins to play the opening notes of Ride The Lightning. 

You watch as his fingers dance up and down the neck of his red and black guitar, whilst his other hand is skillfully plucking and strumming the strings to perfection. He almost looks lost in the music, so completely in his element performing up on stage.

The song finishes and Eddie leans close to the microphone, his voice is raspy from singing. 

“I hope everyone’s having a rockin’ Friday night!” a few cheers, and two very distinct ‘whoops’  from you and Robin sound out in the audience. “We're Corroded Coffin, and this is a little song called ‘Master of Puppets’”

There’s a 4 count beat from the drummer before Eddie and the other guitarist launch into the song’s very familiar intro. 

The rest of the band's performance is electric. The beat of the drum thrums in your chest, the sting of the guitar's strings resonate in your heart. You try your best not to focus too much on Eddie up on the stage, his loose-fitting tank top hangs on his lean frame, showcasing the array of crawling tattoos up his defined muscles, but you can’t help the way your eyes are drawn to him every single time.

His long, frizzy, dark hair falls down around his shoulders as he leans into the microphone once more. His dark brown eyes sparkle under the lights and as he looks out to the small crowd he spots you. His eyes meeting yours as his raspy voice sings out the last note of the final song in their set-list .

“Thanks for being such a great audience, enjoy the rest of your night, and don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do” he teases with a wink and a cheeky smile, before making his way off the stage.

Robin leans over to you, letting you know she's off to the bar to get another drink.

"You want another one?" She offers.

"No, I'm good, thanks." You smile back at her, watching as she goes over to the bar.

You sit with yourself for a moment before you hear a voice come from over your shoulder.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this, or people are gonna start talking about us.” 

You follow the voice to see Eddie once more. Fresh off the stage after his performance. His long hair is now tied up in a little bun at the nape of his neck, although a few loose curls manage to fall free, falling down around his face.  

“This seat taken?” he asks, gesturing to the empty seat beside you.

You look over Eddie’s shoulder to see Robin laughing, joking and leaning into the touch of a freckled red-head girl. You smile, glad that she’s finally moving on from her unrequited crush on Tammy Thompson. You figure she’s not going to need her seat for a while by the looks of things.

“Sure, go ahead. ” you nod.

He sits down in the chair next to yours and sitting as close to him as you are right now, you can see how his big brown eyes are lined with a smudge of black eyeliner. 

“I loved your set, by the way, the whole band sounded amazing!”

“Aw, thanks! That’s very kind of you to say.” he smiles, and you can swear that there is a faint dusting of a pink blush rising to his cheeks.

“You were like a total rockstar up there!”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that, I mean we really only ever play to small crowds in here anyway.” he chuckles.

“You’ve gotta start somewhere, right? You never know! One day you could be playing here and some big, important talent scout might wanna sign you!” 

“Well that would be something, wouldn’t it?” he smiles with a laugh.

“Then when you’re a world-famous rockstar, I’ll be telling people about how I was there at the beginning, when they were playing small gigs in The Hideout!”

Eddie finds himself smiling at your excitable nature, and the way you laugh with a slight scrunch of your nose is down-right fucking adorable. His uncle Wayne was right, as usual, he did have a crush on you. Eddie was well and truly screwed. 

Suddenly an idea struck him, it might be a long-shot, but it might just work.

“Hey this might seem, like, really forward, but can I give you my number? We’ve bumped into each other enough times by now anyway.” He says, trying his best to hide the slight nervous stutter in his voice.

“Sure!” you smile as you reach into your bag for your phone. “You can give me your number, and then I can text you so you have my number too! You know, just in case something else goes wrong with my car." You laugh. The conversation between you flows so easily that part of you wonders if he wouldn't mind if you called him as more than a desperate plea for help to fix your car. Talking with Eddie felt like the most easy and natural thing in the world. Even in the few moments you'd spoken to him he'd put you at ease in a way that Jacob never did throughout the entire time you were with him.

He gives you his number and you tap it into your phone.

"Well, it was nice seeing you again, hopefully I'll see you around. Enjoy the rest of your evening." With that he bids you goodbye with a two fingered salute as he walks off.

Robin and you stumble back into the apartment in a fit of hushed giggles as you clinged to one another, the effect of the alcohol hitting you both all too quickly.

You both slump down next to each other on the couch for a moment.

"You looked real cozy with that red-head at the bar? You finally getting over Tammy once and for all?" You ask, leaning your head into her shoulder.

“Who? Vickie?” she asks, a faint blush dusting across her freckled cheeks.

“Oh on a first name basis with her already are we? 

“Well we were only talking for a little while.”

“I thought you lesbians moved fast in relationships” you joked with her.

“First of all, that is a stereotype, but yeah I kinda maybe do like her a little bit.” she admits, with the flush on her face deepening by the second. “Anyway, enough about my love-life! What about you, huh?”

“What about me?” you parrot back to her, not following what she was getting at.

“Don’t play all innocent with me, I saw you! You also looked ‘real cozy’ hanging out with Eddie! So what’s the deal there?”

“There is no deal, we just got to chatting about his music, that’s all..” you trail off, not daring to mention to Robin that you had swapped numbers with him.

She raised her eyebrows at you, almost as if she didn’t believe a word of what you were saying. 

“I feel like there’s something else you’re not telling me.”

Under her suspicious gaze you squirm in your seat. Damnit Robin. Why did she have to be so good at sniffing out the truth? 

“..And we maybe exchanged numbers..” you mumble out quickly out of embarrassment of having your little secret pulled out of you by your best friend.

“What on earth are we doing just sitting here! Go get your phone right now!” Robin screeches, jumping up excitedly.

“No, no, it’s late and he’s probably tired. I don’t want to bother him”

"Well maybe you're not bothering him…"

You turn around to see Robin holding your phone in her hands as her fingers work quickly to send a text.

You try to jump up and stop her, but Robin holds your phone just out of your reach.

"..Aaaand send." Robin smirks proudly.

"Oh my god, Robin! What did you do?" You panic, your mind racing at a hundred miles an hour.

"Relax.." She assures you. "I just sent him a friendly little message. I figured since you were too much of a chicken-shit to do anything about your crush, I'd just give you the little push that you so clearly needed" 

She hands over your phone and sure enough there the text, as plain as anything proudly displayed on the screen of your phone.

"It was nice seeing you again, I had a great time chatting with you, perhaps we could meet up again sometime? -y/n "

It doesn't take long before your phone buzzes back to life once more, notifying you of a new, unread message.

"I had a great time talking to you too, I'd love to see you again! How does Sunday sound? Hopefully this doesn’t sound too forward, but there’s an fall festival going on over the weekend, perhaps we could go together?”

@sunflowerdaydreamer @xxhellfiregirlxx @penguinsandpotterheads @munsonology @seatnights @avalon-wolf @jesssssmaybankk

[zaebeecee]

Drowning in Stardust

🦌 RadioDustTober: Short Story Edition 🕷️

Day 11: Tangled Web

Alternate Universe (pre-slash)

CWs: None

Some say that when you find yourself in need of advice, there is a spell you can cast to summon a creature who can give you aid. But there is always the same warning: if you accept the help, you will end up caught in a web you can never escape.

Word count: 841

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“Don’t be foolish, Alastor. I will heal. You should worry more about yourself.”

How could he possibly make it any more clear to her that this was him worrying about himself?

Alastor knelt in the middle of his bedroom floor, listening carefully for any sounds elsewhere in the house. There was no creaking floorboard, no click of a door… nothing but the gentle breeze outside and the soft chirping of frogs in the bayou. He released a breath and reached into his pocket, withdrawing a scrap of paper and squinting at it.

The symbol he had drawn on the floor looked the same. He had precisely arranged the candles, the moonstone, the rose quartz, the labradorite… the spider lilies in the center of the symbol had been woven together just so, and Alastor withdrew his pocket knife, slicing his palm open and making a tight fist over the flowers to allow six drops of blood to fall onto them.

“I’ve paid your price,” Alastor said into the darkness; the blood on the flowers looked black with nothing but the flickering candles illuminating it. He struck a match and tossed it into the lilies, where the fire caught. “Come forth and obey me.”

Quite suddenly, the gently smoldering flowers caught into a conflagration of bright white fire, tinged with pink; Alastor barely had time to push himself back a foot before it abruptly went out and took the light of the candles with it. Alastor’s vision gave out as he was bathed in darkness, and he lowered his hand from his face to peer into the darkness before him. There was a shape there, something that hadn’t been there before; it looked almost human, but perhaps not quite.

“…who’s there?” Alastor asked, prepared to shove himself to his feet to put himself over the stranger.

“Who’s there?” a high tenor voice, thick with a Brooklyn accent, asked incredulously. “Don’t try to make me think you did this by accident, dumbass.”

“What—?!” Alastor’s voice cut off in a soft gasp as he saw eyes open in the dark, staring at him. They were glowing magenta, and there were eight of them, and they all seemed to be staring at him.

The creature made a sound like an amused snort. “Fuck’s sake, you’re a baby.”

Any awe or fear Alastor might have felt evaporated to be replaced with indignation. “I am twenty-five.”

“S’what I said,” the creature said with a shrug, apparently completely unconcerned.

“I called you for a reason,” Alastor said. “If you aren’t going to be helpful, I might as well dismiss you.”

“Okay, okay, calm your tits. So… whaddya want? I can’t do magic, so if that’s what you’re after, you got the wrong demon.”

“No, nothing like that,” Alastor said. He sank back into a crouch on the floor, clenching his fists on his knees. “It’s my mother. She’s sick.”

“…I’m sorry to hear that, but I ain’t a healer neither,” the demon said.

“I’m not— just— shut up,” Alastor said, holding his hand up. “I’m not asking you to heal her. I believe she’s being poisoned, but I can’t find out by whom or any proof that it’s happening, so I can’t do anything about it.”

The demon blinked. “Ohhh,” it said. “And you’re wantin’ me to figure out what’s happenin’ to her, is that it? Want me to kill ‘em too?”

“No. I just want to know who it is.” Alastor narrowed his eyes. “I can kill them myself.”

That gave the demon pause. “…what’s your name?”

“Alastor.”

“Well, Alastor, I can do that for you, but I’m guessin’ you already know it ain’t gonna be free.”

Alastor nodded slowly. “Yes. I’m aware. What do you want, my soul?”

The creature snickered. “Is this information worth your soul to you?”

“Yes.”

His immediate answer, his lack of hesitation, gave the demon pause. It didn’t laugh when it spoke again. “…if you’re offerin’ me your soul, sure. I’ll do it for that. You’d better be positive that’s what you want, though. I ain’t givin’ it back to you.”

Alastor smirked. “I’ll worry about you later on.”

When the demon smiled, Alastor saw a flash of sharp teeth. “Is that so? Ain’t you a feisty one. Gimme your hand so we can shake on it; ain’t a deal otherwise.”

Alastor didn’t relish the thought of touching this demon, but he held his hand out resolutely, waiting. The hand that slipped into his was much different than he expected. It was smaller than he imagined a demon’s hand would be, considerably softer, and so very… delicate. The demon’s other hand cupped the back of Alastor’s, holding him in place without force.

“Well then, Alastor,” the demon said as pale pink light began to surround their hands. He felt another touch, two more hands cupping his face, and jumped as he realized those magenta eyes were suddenly mere inches from him. “My name is Angel Dust. Hope you’re ready for fun, baby, because we’re gonna be seein’ a lot of each other.”

•••

[glenncoco4]

Come On Barbie

The bright neon colors flash across the screen as his wife snuggles closer into his side. He couldn’t fight the grin on his lips when she lifted the armrest between them and curled around his arm a few minutes ago. It’s only been a few months of her with the added hormones and he can’t deny how much he loves her clingy faze.

Sure they held hands and kissed in public before but it’s a whole new level when they’re out and about. She’ll sit in his lap when they’re having dinner at a friend’s house or work. And there’s even the occasional kiss right in front of Killbride which is quite hilarious especially when he cowers away if Kensi even gives a hint that she’s about to reprimand him.

He’s barely even paying attention to the movie. So transfixed on her hand that rests on her belly permanently now right next to his. Only drawn out when she barks out a laugh. He can’t fight the smile and places a kiss on the top of her head. Sunshine and Cocoa Butter. How is it possible for someone to be this happy?

Figuring he better watch the movie he turns his attention to the screen just at the right moment to suddenly be sent back to the past. “You remember the trunk of college stuff I told you to never look at?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Full of outfits like that.”

“Neon shorts and vests?” She tilts her head back, the curiosity in her eyes illuminated by the pictures dancing across the large screen.

“No, leotards and legwarmers.”

She can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes her lips which earns her a pair of devilish eyes from the young boy turning around to scold her. “The movie’s that way.”

The blonde has to fight back his laughter as the boy sends her one last glare before turning around. Never a dull moment.

••••

Deeks finds himself leaning against the wall after seeing more pink than he’s ever expected to see in his life when an idea strikes him. His lips curling into a smile as Kensi walks out of the restroom.

She closes the distance between them, brining her lips to his for a quick peck. “What’s got you so smiley?”

“My beautiful wife is pregnant. We just had an amazing time watching a cinematic masterpiece and…”

“And?”

“I figured out our Halloween costumes.”

“Okay, but only one condition.”

“I go as Barbie and you as Ken?” His eyes light up in hope.

“It’s like we have one mind.”

Placing a kiss to her temple, he wraps his arm around her shoulders, leading her outside. She agreed when he said this feels like ten years ago but right now it feel like they’re teenagers. A smile plays at her lips. Tipping her head back, the brunette’s fiery mismatched orbs lock with her husband’s cerulean blues. “Beale and Nellverine’s costume contest winning streak comes to an end this year.”

“WOOOH! CRUSH CREW IS IN SESSION!”

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“I can be precise when I need to, son. Don’t worry about that.” Azrael says as she takes her place at the foot of the hole, looking down at the partially uncovered…casket.

Caskets are another modern invention the Archangel takes issue with. Whatever happened to a good old Viking send-off, or a simple shroud. When did humanity decide to put their mortal bodies in hermitically sealed, 18-gauge steel tubes filled with silk and satin pillows? As if it could keep their bodies intact, avoid the inevitable. Such a preposterous idea. Azrael cringes, because she knows that, as soon as she rips the lid off this thing, all that rot within will come billowing out like a cloud of reeking death. 

She figures there will be little point in warning Lance. Lord knows, he’s probably smelled his fair share of horrible things locked in that hospital, enough to burn the olfactory receptors out of his nostrils. 

“Let’s see if this wakes the neighbourhood.” Azrael mutters to herself.

Her silver eyes flash—once, twice—before they fill with a burning light that illuminates the gloom. The cemetery seems to react to her power, like a sudden commotion caused by spirits fleeing. Trees bend back and creak, twigs snap under phantom feet, and frantic whispers are heard on the wind. With practiced motion, Azrael makes a ‘come hither’ motion with the four fingers of her left hand. At once, there is a metallic screech followed by a deafening explosion, and the casket lid comes flying up out of the grave with such speed that it produces a powerful gust of wind. Azrael’s hair blows back, but she does not flinch in the slightest, despite the tell tale odour of rot. She only waves her hand, causing the casket lid to stop its ascent and flip high over Lance’s hand. It hits the grass path safely with a dull thud. 

The casket lid’s padded insides are, to put it lightly, not the colour they used to be. The formerly white silk is covered in different layers of dark brown stains, some of it is still wet. Azrael can only imagine what the body looks like. 

“Let’s see. Fully decomposed?” Azrael asks as she waves the dust out of her face.

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a second. Just a little reminder I suppose” Lance replies, and sure enough, he can’t hide a smug smirk as he does so. Even though her follow up comment sends a shiver down his spine. He has a look around the ‘neighborhood’, the old cemetery, and just for a moment he can’t help but wonder what the fuck he’s even doing here.

After all he’s been through, one would think that he’s learned his lesson. Will stop messing with ghosts and what not. Yet here he is. Readying himself to see the neighborhood wake right up. It shouldn’t be, but his reaction to her flashing eyes still is a surprising one. Because seeing it hurts. Not just because it’s such a bright light, but also in general.

And whereas most of the things around them seem to be eager to flee the light, that thing inside him gets drawn right out in protest. Taking control, forcing him to turn away from the sight, just so it can keep that light from getting anywhere near his eyes. Gritting his teeth, even cursing under his breath. But it’s not due the rotten smell of death that explodes right out of that now open casket. That is something they’re both more than familiar with. It’s the mere display and force of her blinding power, so close to it, almost like a provocation, that annoys it.

The second he turns back around to face what she’s done, she’s greeted by anything but an answer from him. Lance doesn’t even get the chance to really look at what’s inside the casket, if the body’s fully decomposed. Instead, what’s left of it is suddenly engulfed by a burning column of flames, shooting right out of that casket, destroying anything in its way. Flashes of embers and sparks reflecting in his eyes for a moment as Azathoth makes him give Azrael a glare at first, quickly followed by a little smirk.

It doesn’t say anything to her though. Doesn’t even do much else. Instead, it lets go of its control as quickly as it came, and Lance doesn’t waste a second when he’s right back in charge.

“Come on man, what the fuck” he curses at it, and a part of him kind of wants to fucking slap himself when he hears it laugh in reply.

“Couldn’t you have done the whole deal without the light show? Trigger happy eternal darkness type of demonic fuckery in here, remember?” Lance complains to Azrael next, as he tries his best to approach the burning hot pile of...whatever was left of that casket and its rotten interior.

“Didn’t exactly plan for a paranormal dick measuring contest. You’re both powerful, we get it. I just wanted to dig the dude up.”

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An Era of Power

Part Seven

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: The day of the Winter Fete has finally arrived, and it is everything you could have ever dreamed of.

Word Count: 2.1K

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Genya certainly lives up to your expectations. Your Winter Fete kefta is unbelievably beautiful. Underneath you’re wearing a black, silk gown, and in that alone you feel like a princess. Then you put on your kefta.

You stare wide-eyed at your reflection and Genya’s smile is illuminous as she stands behind you. The kefta is smooth against your fingertips as you run your hands over the front of the garment.

“What do you think?” She asks.

“There’s a lot of black.” You say, tracing your finger along one strand of embroidery.

The main colour is the same dark purple as your usual, everyday kefta. The swirling patterns of embroidery that cover the hems and sleeves of the fabric are a mixture of black and gold. The fur lining is also black, something you’ve only ever seen on the General’s kefta.

“Is that a problem?” You shake your head at Genya’s question. Then you glance back at her.

“It’s quite similar to the General’s.”

“That may be the point.” You raise a brow at her, but you can’t hide your teasing smile.

“You’re meddling.”

She doesn’t meet your eyes, brushing your shoulder and picking at some imaginary loose thread.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.” You tell her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You haven’t done my hair yet.”

She rolls her eyes as you laugh.

“Sit down then.”

The rest of your morning is spent providing help to anyone who needs it. Polina and Pavel have you oversee their last minute practice, and you assure them both that everyone will be impressed with their summoning.

There’s a small army of Fabrikators setting up the fireworks display on the grounds, and you help them position the rockets and ensure that each and every one is angled correctly. David is very much in his element as he checks everything at least three times that you’re aware of.

As the sun starts to set, the Grisha gather in the main halls of the Little Palace and the guests begin to arrive. Once you spot Genya, you loop your arm around hers and declare that you are not letting her go for the entire night - to which she laughs and suggests you go and get drinks.

The two of you manage to avoid talking to a large number of otkazat’sya nobles and enjoy watching the Inferni twins’ demonstration. Fedoyr points out all the best sweet treats on offer, and you join him in tasting most of them.

You frown when Genya tells you she’s going to find David.

“And leave me alone?” You say, feigning shock. She shakes her head at you, before she glances over into the crowd.

“I don’t think you’ll be alone for long.”

Then she’s gone. Turning around, your eyes scan through the people gathered in the hall, eyeing the glittering jewellery and the bright colours. Until you find a familiar black kefta.

The General’s eyes are already fixed on you, and the moment your gaze meets his he’s moving through the crowd towards you. People part instantly for him, and it isn’t long before he’s standing in front of you.

He inclines his head politely, and you smile.

“I believe I had ordered for a guard to watch over you tonight.” He states casually. When you had noticed the oprichnik following you earlier today you had dismissed him. You’re certain he only followed your request after seeking the General’s approval.

“Would that not have drawn too much attention to me?” You ask.

The majority of the Little Palace believed you were simply a talented Durast that was favoured by the General - which wasn’t exceptionally far from the truth.

His eyes leave your face, dropping down to admire your new kefta which fits you perfectly. The corner of his mouth quirks,

“I doubt anyone would have noticed an extra guard, not with you looking so beautiful tonight.”

The room is already warm, but your cheeks flush in response to his words, and you glance down at his own kefta. You nod as you fiddle with your sleeve and say,

“Genya did a good job with the design.”

He nods, glancing down once again.

“Yes, I suppose the kefta is also rather beautiful.”

Your cheeks burn even hotter, but your mouth manages to form an equally coy reply,

“I’m particularly fond of the black.”

Your eyes meet his and you shiver at the intensity of his gaze.

“Would you care for a dance?” He asks, gesturing towards the doorway which leads to the ballroom, and in the distance you can hear the small orchestra begin to test their instruments.

“I would love to.”

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“Come with me.” The General murmurs quietly against your ear. He straightens himself, and you set down your empty glass on a tray. The two of you had danced together for the majority of the evening, and you’ve never felt happier. You nod, and he takes your hand to lead you out of the ballroom.

It doesn’t take you long to realise he’s taking you to the library, though you’re not sure why.

The two of you walk through the tall shelves, the General’s fingers still entwined with yours. He only relinquishes his hold on you when you approach one of the largest window seats in the library. You know this window overlooks the lake, you’ve sat on this very seat several times over the months you’ve been living at the Little Palace.

The General slides open the window at the left hand side, and your eyes widen when he hooks a leg over the window frame and climbs out onto the roof. You laugh in astonishment.

“I don’t recall this being a part of my schedule for the evening.” You remark as you look down at the ground several feet below you. The General ducks his head back through the open window, and holds a hand out to you.

“Do you trust me?”

You nod, taking his hand instantly.

“I do.”

He helps you climb through the window frame, and holds onto your waist as you gain your footing on the narrow strip of roofing.

“Careful.” He says in a low voice, his body close to yours as he steadies you. Once you’re both certain you won’t fall, the General takes your hand and leads you along the roof. You aren’t walking for long before you reach an area where the roof is slanted and the General sits down. You follow his lead, tucking your kefta and dress underneath you as you sit.

“Saints.” You breathe out as you take in the view.

As you look down, you can see the majority of the partygoers gathered out onto the grounds, and you can see the Alkemi and the Inferni heading over to where the fireworks are waiting to be lit.

The tree line of the Little Palace and the lake are illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm glow over the grounds despite the chilly winter air. Luckily the snow had melted several days ago, but the lake remains frozen solid thanks to your efforts. Even further in the distance, you can see the bright lights of Os Alta glinting through the darkness on the edge of the horizon.

“I thought you might enjoy a more exclusive location, to watch the Fete’s final demonstration.” He says, and you smile widely.

“Won’t you be needed down there? By the king, or the other guests?”

“I’d much rather be with you.” His voice is soft, as he brushes something from your cheek delicately, and part of you suspects that he only wanted an excuse to touch you.

After months of the two of you hesitating over whatever had been growing between you, tonight seems to be the night in which you have both decided to embrace it. It feels natural to sit by his side, accepting his attention and affection so readily.

Without thinking, your hand drops to rest over his, and in that moment the first firework bursts into life. You turn away from the General, but your hand doesn’t leave his. Unknown to you, he stares down at your fingers curled around his for a long moment. Even when he pulls his eyes away, he barely watches the fireworks, electing to admire the delight that sparkles in your eyes with every flash of colour.

You’re captivated by the dazzling display of light before you. A mosaic of blues, reds and purples sparkle in the sky, and your vantage point on the roof allows you to relish in their beauty. With each booming explosion of colour, the world around you is bathed in soft light that you can feel illuminating your face. Subconsciously, your fingers tighten around the General’s with excitement. Your smile doesn’t fade once during the entire demonstration.

The applause from the people below is heard clearly even from where you’re sitting. You know the Fabrikators will be pleased with their work, and that David will likely have at least ten more ideas for next year’s Fete.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” You remark, your awe from the display still evident in your voice. The General nods, with a tender smile and the most genuine happiness that you’ve ever seen on his face.

“It was.”

Pulling your knees closer to your chest, you lean down to watch the Grisha all playing with sparklers - another successful creation from the Fabrikators. Bright keftas are illuminated by the small bonfires lit as well as the dazzling flickers of light from the sparklers that dance as the people enjoy twirling them in their hands.

After centuries of watching your fellow Grisha suffer through persecution and servitude, watching them now has you feeling as though you have finally found your place amongst them.

The responsibility you feel is a little daunting, that you will bring about the turning point that they have been waiting for. But with the General by your side, and so many people that you have grown to care for, you can only feel pure joy.

“This is all I’ve ever dreamed of.” You whisper softly, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Turning to the General, you see him regarding you with an intense look in his dark eyes. He reaches over, cupping your face with his hand.

“General Kirigan, I-” He shakes his head slightly, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Aleksander.” He says in a low voice. “Please, call me Aleksander.”

There’s a brightness in your eyes at the sound of his name, and a small smile curls at the corner of your lips.

“Will you kiss me, Aleksander?”

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. For a second his touch is soft, barely there, until your hand slides to the nape of his neck, encouraging him closer. Your lips tingle, and your entire body is flooded with the strength of his amplification, the certainty making you feel as though you can do anything. Aleksander tilts his head, pressing closer as his mouth continues to steal the breath from your lungs.

You’re both smiling when you break apart, foreheads brushing together lightly as if you cannot bear to be truly parted in this moment.

He kisses you again, a chaste press of his lips that lingers as each kiss goes on - once, twice, three times. Pressing a hand against his chest, you attempt to slow his eagerness, and breathe out a soft laugh as he looks at you, his eyes wide with confusion. At the sound of your laugh, any concern melts from his expression, as he realises you only need a moment to breathe steadily.

His smile is bright, you can’t stop staring at the thrilled sparkle in his eyes, nor the windswept tangle of his hair, or his kiss-flushed face.

The two of you stay on the roof for quite some time, exchanging soft kisses and tender looks. Despite the warmth of Aleksander’s body beside you, soon you’re shivering in the winter night, and he suggests you move back inside.

He shuts the window carefully behind him, and when he turns back to face you your lips are on his once again. The two of you smile into the kiss, and Aleksander cups your face in his hands as he walks you backwards. A soft laugh escapes your lips as your back hits a bookcase, and Aleksander’s smile widens considerably.

“I have an idea.” You say softly, and despite yourself your head tilts back as Aleksander mouths at your neck.

“As do I.” He all but purrs against your skin. You breathe out a small laugh,

“Vastly different ideas.” He draws back and frowns at you. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Now?”

“The night is still young, General.” You tease and he tilts his head aside as he considers you. Then nods, gesturing towards the door with an open palm.

“Lead the way.”

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༺♥༻ THE ABSENCE OF YOU ༺♥༻

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Summary: no strings attached right? It’s just a sex. He’s your enemy. You can’t love him. He has a crush on some else, and so do you. Right?

Genre: 18+, enemies to lovers, uh sad?, jealousy, arguing, cursing.

Word count: 3.1k

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Min Yoongi was a lot to figure out. He was secretive, cold and not at all an affectionate person. So what has drawn you to him? Why are you so mad and obsessed with him, constantly biting back whenever he makes a comment, constantly dedicating your time to him. Why?

He knew you because he’s been at your back for the past two years. He knows you don’t spare time to people like him, so why are you standing in front of his apartment right now, eyes fiery and gaze hard. If he was anyone else he’d be scared, but he reads you so well. He knows exactly when you are just a few seconds away from tears. He knows by the way your lip just slightly quivers, the way your eyes are more bright and glossy than usual, he knows by the way you swallow more thickly, pushing past him and into his space.

You stand in front of him now, his back to the door and you are just slightly illuminated by the small light coming from his kitchen. He knows there’s something biting at you, and he knows why you’re here, he knows. Yet he still asks.

“Why are you here y/n?” He asks with a stoic look.

You scoff, the tears already wetting your cheeks as you wipe them away furiously, “he said he loved me”

His heart sank, yet his face remained hard and calm “so what’s the issue?”

“He loved me” you whisper.

Oh.. it’s shitty of him how his heart slightly jitters, waking up from its sulk just by the slightest bit.

“He’s in love with her” you meet his gaze. Somber eyes looking into his confused ones.

He loves her?

“And she loves him yoongi…”

He scoffs, pushing himself off the door and walks towards you, grabbing at your hips, looking down into your eyes “and why would I believe you?”

“Because I have nothing left to lie for” your eyebrows pinch into a frown, eyes settling on his lips as he pulls you in closer, watching as you bite your lip despite the pain and tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Help me Yoongi” you swallow thickly, holding onto his broad shoulders.

His lips ghosted yours, breathes mixing as the air became heavy. His parted lips enveloped yours, kissing you harshly. Parting just to take a breath. He looked you up and down, loving that you’re wearing black head to toe. Pulling your black vest over your head he pulled you back into his body, kissing you with more determination. Your own hands clenching into fists around his black shirt, your lips detaching again to remove his shirt. He wasted no time into leading you to his room, never giving up on your soft lips.

The door closed behind you, and you wasted no time in shrugging your black leggings off, your shoes next. He walked you back, your knees hitting the edge of the bed, hair pooling around your face as he placed kissed from the top of your spine, past your bra and to your black panties. He fiddled with them, before helping you out of them.

His heart was racing, the woman he believes he loves is in love with another man, and the woman he hates and uses as a pawn to draw the other one in is currently underneath him, moaning out his name while he fucks her with deep determined thrusts, marking her neck with his bruises, and sure, you use him as a pawn too, to get the man you were in love with back.

“Yoongi” you arched your back, your tits squished against his chest as he groaned, hiding his face in your neck, you’re so close, you can feel it, the blooming ache tying its knot in your stomach “fuck”

“I hate you” you moaned.

“I hate you too” he groaned, grabbing onto your jaw and kissing you harshly.

You came down hard, your legs tightening around his waist as he fucks you through it, continuing his abuse down your neck, biting nipping and marking every inch he could. Fuck he’s gonna get a mouthful about it. He doesn’t care.

His hips stutter, your body becoming overstimulated as he chased his high, he looked into your eyes, noticing that your mascara is still a mess under your eyes and for some reason that did it for him, he came inside you, spilling himself all in you. He pants, falling on top of you. Your breathes heavy and hard, accommodating the air in his bedroom. He supports his weight on his elbows, flicking some of your hair away from your face.

“Let’s go out and eat?” He asks, voice soft.

You nod back, “they’re in the diner” you scurry from underneath him, placing your clothes back on before you cringe.

“You can shower here, I’ll give you some fresh clothes” he offers and you don’t deny the way you usually would. That concerns him. The way you just go to the bathroom without another word, no snarky remark thrown his way.

For a minute his heart freaks out, goes into full panic mode. He’s not sure wether he should check on you or leave you alone, but he knows you’re better off alone, yet for some reason his feet bring him to his bathroom, and seeing you under the running shower in the bathtub, knees to your chest and sobbing into your arms. His heart breaks. He puts the clothes he brought out for you on the heater, sitting beside the bathtub he takes the shampoo and starts to lather your hair in it.

“It’s gonna work,” he mumbled quietly “I promise”

You don’t say anything, you just stare into the void, his heart breaking into pieces all over again. He shouldn’t be feeling like this, he shouldn’t be so worried and hurt for you. He should hate you. So why is his heart squeezing with concern and pity for you?

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Yoongi watches as you pick at your food, staring at the happy couple that over his shoulder. He sighs, taking your hands into his he grabs your attention, looking at you with slightly warning eyes, “stop staring at them, remember ? We are a happy couple”

Happy couple my ass, the only thing happy about y’all is when you’re fucking each other like energiser bunnies, other than that everything is fake. The Instagram posts, the public affection, the millions of photos of him and you on your camera rolls. It’s all fake. The only reason you guys are even talking more than a few snarky sentence is because you agreed to this… whatever this is.

Fake couple? Fake dating to get your ex and his crushes attention. That’s all it is, yet somehow your heart manages to jump just at the slightest of his touches, something you didn’t experience with your ex, and he hasn’t with the girl he believes he loves. The only person who can ignite the fire on his skin like gasoline is you, the only person his breathing and control is all gone out the window the second your lips are with his.

Must be the hate you have for each other. That’s the only reasonable explanation for the way his heart does a little happy dance when you smile at him and squeeze his hand back… all fake he reminds himself.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

He doesn’t love her. He’s sure of it now. Now that he watches as they fight across the hall, tears rolling down her cheeks. He should feel sad for her, she should run after her and take what’s his… he should be taking his chance right now. So why isn’t he? Why is he standing there, watching him close his door right in her face.

He opens the door to his apartment, watching as she walks past him. Not exactly caring about her, the only thing his eyes are focusing on is the note underneath his feet he accidentally stepped on.

He takes the note in his hands, reading the familiar writing.

If he loved me the way I want him to, he’d be in bed with me right now. Hugging me to his body tightly, the way you used to do. If I loved him the way I thought I did, I’d be so happy that he sent me a text, telling me he’s breaking up with her. So why am I not happy? Why am I so angry? So mad. Yoongi… I’m in love with someone else. Someone I shouldn’t be in love with. Someone who’ll never see me that way. I decided I need some time away from this mess, I need to breathe. By myself. The deal is off anyway right? We got what we wanted… they broke up… you can go get her now. Good luck- Y/N.

He blinked a few times, setting the grocery bag onto the counter. Why did you write this to him? Why not text him? Why is his heart dropping. He hates how you make him feel. So angry with himself constantly. Because he knows you are the one. The one he can’t have. Maybe he’s naive, but he wants to believe that someone else is him.

Setting the note aside, he pulls his phone out. Rummaging through his contacts to find yours, once he finds the rose emoticon in his contacts he clicks it, watching as a picture of you and him in bed pops up on his screen, the tone dialling for a few minutes before your voicemail comes on.

He sighs, grabbing at his hair as he puts his keys on the counter and tries ringing you again… no answer. Frustrated he sends the phone flying into his couch. He has no clue when you’ll come back.. and if you do will you still hate him? Will you be the same person he knows?

~~~

THREE WEEKS

Three complete weeks passed since that stupid note you have left him. He hasn’t seen you for three weeks. He hasn’t kissed you, touched you or even just looked at you for three weeks and his entire world was starting to fall apart. He was starting to see the world in grey again.. not the colors he’d usually see the sky in. Not without you.

Lighting the cherry candle again, he wipes his tears. Wishing he hasn’t fallen so deeply for you, wishing you haven’t left him with such void in his soul. He watched as the candle blowed, emitting the scent he loved, the scent that would usually linger after you had sex.

He missed you, even your snarky comments and your constant abusing lips on his neck. He missed everything. He misses the arguments, the tension, the adrenaline in his veins when you’d work him up on purpose just so he could fuck you hard. He misses you.

Desperate to at least hear your voice, he puts his phone to his ear. Expecting your voicemail.

“Why’d you leave?” He slurs.

On the other end of the line you blink your tears away, “yoongi?”

His body freezes, not expecting your sweet voice to call his name out, “y/n?”

“Are you drinking?” He stares at the whiskey, shaking his head.

“No” he lies. You can hear it in his voice.

“Are you with her?” Your voice was quiet, small almost like a whisper.

“No”

“Why?” You questioned.

“Because I don’t love her” he replies, your heart racing as stare out of your apartment window.

The line goes silent for a few minutes, a few long minutes. You can hear his breathing through the phone, and you wish you were there right now. You end the call, closing your eyes before you curse yourself out.

Within a few minutes, you arrive at his place. Knocking obnoxiously as you wait for him to answer.

The door swings open, a tired yoongi just out of the shower appears before you. Staring at you with wide eyes, you purse your lips, pushing past him and into the familiar space.

He turns around, In nothing more than his black sweats.

“I thought you were away”

“I was”

He nods. Staring at you as he leans against the counter, gulping the remains of whiskey in his glass, trying to decipher the look on your face right now.

“Drinking Yoongi?” You sigh, hands on your hips “Before a work day”

He scoffs, putting the glass back down before pouring himself another shot. You grumble something under your breath, stomping your way over to him and grabbing the glass out of his hands.

“Stop it!” You raise your voice.

“Stop acting like you care” he matches your tone.

“Who said I don’t care!”

“You never gave a crap to show if you do” he huffs.

You chuckle bitterly, “don’t act like you have, you’ve always been so cold towards me.. unless of course it was for show”

“You weren’t much better were you”

You quint your eyes, shaking your head at him, “at least I showed you some affection, some type of will to be civil with you! You only ever did when I was crying or In a bad mood, you hate me don’t you”

“Y/n…” he groans rubbing his face furiously.

“You really do hate me huh” you scoff.

“And if I do?” He yells.

You shake your head. Turning on your heel and walking towards the door. He panics, following you, watching as you stop right before the door.

“I at least hoped you would have seen me as a friend” tears glosses your eyes and his heart ached.

“Goodbye yoongi” you shake your head leaving once again.

He laughs bitterly, spewing anger and hate from his mouth like a snake shooting venom of its tongue “yeah run! Because that’s the only thing you’re good at Y-“

“Excuse me?” You turn around, face falling.

“Let’s not lie to ourselves baby, you can’t handle pain. The only pain you love is when I’m fucking you don’t you?”

“As far as I remember you never had a problem with me leaving, matter of fact you used to throw me out after sex” you scoff. Dropping your hands of off the door handle.

“You were an easy fuck,” he shrugs “what can I say”

You frown, face pinching in true pain and he wishes he could take it all back. All the stupid words he just said, all the pain and anger he was projecting on to you because he loved you and couldn’t admit it out loud. Fuck. The look on your face broke something so deep inside of him. He hates himself right now.

“Fuck you Yoongi” you shake your head scoffing, leaving the house in a rush.

It seemed as if the tears running down your face were never ending. Running for what seemed like miles as you hit the soft pillows of your bed, ignoring the multiple phone calls and messages yoongi left.

You hated how much he hated you. But didn’t they say not to fall for something you can’t have? Haven’t they warned you of the disaster of loving someone so close yet so far from your reach? Silly girl, you never learn do you? With a heavy heart, you close your eyes and fall into a deep slumber, were you can pretend Yoongi and you are in a perfect relationship, with perfect kids in a perfect home, in a perfect life.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

Slamming your head of your door you groan, the obnoxious knocking on your door doing your head in as you clenched your eyes, wishing you haven’t gone to the grocery store today. Why today out of all days?

After a full week of ignoring Yoongi, you have ran into in the grocery story. Where he was adamant in making it up to you, but the only thing going through your head was how much he hates you. So you ignored him, like you have learned to do with most of your complications in life.

Except Yoongi is determined for your forgiveness, in fact so determined he followed you all the way to your apartment, knocking so loudly you are sure your neighbours probably hate you even more.

“Y/n” his voice called, exasperated.

“Come on,” knock “baby please” knock “ y/n open the door baby”

You banged your head of the door a couple of more times, knowing that when Yoongi is this stubborn he doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. Sighing you turned, leaning your forehead against the cold wood and praying to god for patience as you reached for the handle.

“Finally” he sighed, dropping his arm by his side.

You stepped aside, letting him in.

“Came to see your whore?” Your voice was calm, way too calm and your stare was void.

“Y/N…” he closes his eyes pinching the bridge of his nose “I am so sorry, believe me.”

“It hurt”

A lump formed in his throat, hating the fact he was the cause of your hurt, “I am so fucking sorry”

You blinked nodding as you inspected the roses in your vase, your fingers tracing the delicate red petals, “why do you hate me Yoongi?”

His brows furrowed, heart racing as he watched your stoic face, wondering why he couldn’t understand what you were feeling. He’s not used to not being able to read your body language. He’s not used to having to struggle to figure you out. He hated it. All of it.

“I don’t hate you”

“I beg to differ” you chuckle bitterly.

He sighed, hoping that some type of high heaven will help him, “I - I think I love you?”

Your brows pinched together, confusion written on your pretty face “you think or you know?”

He closed his eyes, licking his lips and letting his mind run for a minute “I know”

With a heavy heart you walked towards him, gently tugging his chin and running your finger across his lips, watching his eyes twinkle and you wish you met him under different circumstances. Where loving him was as easy as in your dreams, where it wasn’t painful.

You smiled heartily, blinking lazily as pecked his lips, his own chasing after them for more “loving you was the most exquisite form of self destruction Yoongi”.

His eyes turned sympathetic, holding nothing but love for you.

“someday We’ll find each other and when we do.. we’ll find faith in things like we love each other, but maybe next time, it’ll hurt less”

He nods, kissing you feverishly, and for a second you let yourself believe it wasn’t as hard as it is, letting yourself believe your lives are a fairytale. Believing naively that the hold he has on you right now will return shortly.

“Goodbye yoongi”

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A/N: short Drabble while y’all wait for a new one shot I have on the way! Hope y’all enjoyed please don’t be afraid to interact!

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Held Hostage

Dismay - Grand Admiral Thrawn x Female Rebel!Reader | Part 13

Summary: After making a swift recovery from the ship wreckage, you find yourself taken off world and registered for interrogation. Until then, Omani works her magic to tell her father everything in hopes of saving you.

Warnings: injury description, angst, reader and Kallus end their friendship

Guess who? Yesss finally an update!! I want to apologise for the long wait between part 12 and 13, I haven’t had time to come back to this story mostly because of writers block and planning plot. I hope you enjoy!! Some parts of this are messy, and I didn’t pay too much attention to detail so I also apologise in advance

(I’m creating a tag list for this series to please let me know if you want to be included for future instalments!!)

The events that took place a few weeks ago had destabilised you momentarily. You made a short recovery, only lasting a week, but you still had a lot of healing to do with your lungs. You were prescript to use an inhaler as well as a wireless cannula which sat under your nose 24/7, thanks to the advanced technology on Yavin. But apart from that, any scratches or bruises had healed.

It took you a bit of time to regain your footing, you tumbled a bit the first time you tried to walk again but thankfully Omani was there to support you. As well as Kallus, who was relieved to see you were alright. Things seemed to be rigid between you though, especially after that whole kiss fiasco. But either way, he was glad you were alive.

There were rumours spreading around the base; rumours of you and the Grand Admiral. As you expected, there was images floating around; clear evidence of you attending the Imperial Gala around the holo-web. A lot of people were asking who you were and why a New Republic Politician was attending an Imperial party. You excused every question thrown at you from visitors in your ward, you didn’t want to deal with anything just yet. Not when you were just out of recovery.

Omani was by your side during your coma, as well as all the surgeries and check ups. She helped you settle into your old home back inside the base, she even made a cake which read ‘Glad you’re back, Tiscen’i’ in bright blue letters, followed by a messily drawn heart. She said that Ezra Bridger assisted her, which did draw a bit of curiosity out of you as a bit of purple illuminated her cheeks.

As for Thrawn, you thought of him but didn’t speak a word to Omani. You were worried about how he was feeling, about the whole ship wreck and the fact you literally died. You can’t remember ever saying goodbye to him, which is the one thing that made you feel most guilty. You poured your heart out to him, and he poured his heart out to you, but neither of you really said farewell before the attack finished. Did he escape? Was he alright? Was he angry? All your questions were about to be answered. But not in the way you wanted them to be.

You were escorted to a facility on a planet called Takodana. You knew why you were being sent away, you were now seen as a threat by the New Republic for what you did and who you were in contact with. Everyone seemed to be angry with you because you didn’t put a bullet through your lovers skull; the man that was causing them so much chaos.

You sat inside a prison chamber, hands bound and back pressed up against the wall which faced the bars. You felt like you were inside the imperial prison again, with Pryce screaming in your face before Thrawn showed up and whisked you away to a safe haven. How you wished that would happen now, if only it were him and not your own best friend who faced you through the bars. Kallus.

“You need to understand, we’re doing this to protect you,” He insisted with a frown, hands crossed firmly over his chest as he glared at you. You weren’t convinced.

“If you want to protect me, why am I in a prison cell with my wrists tied?” You hissed, shifting a foot and aiming it at the bars before giving it a harsh kick, causing Kallus to flinch back.

“You came into contact with an enemy, the enemy, and didn’t bother consulting the Senate before your actions, this makes you a threat in their eyes,” he replied.

“So you’re not protecting me, you’re just protecting your reputation,” You sigh, resting your head on your shoulder and coughing slightly as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Am I even going to get the inhaler and treatment I need? If you’re going to interrogate me you might as well keep me alive,” You chuckled to yourself bitterly, hands scratching your knees out of boredom. You weren’t sure what to physically do with yourself.

“You’ll be supplied with an inhaler soon, but you will be sedated to prevent any escaping,” Kallus answered your question sharply.

“Fantastic, and what about my daughter?” Your question rose another sigh out of the man standing opposite you.

“She’s under interrogation, everyone now thinks she has something to do with Thrawn, your secret is no longer safe,” Kallus looked pitiful towards you, but the last thing you wanted was his sympathy. He was supposed to be your friend, someone you thought you confided in before and after you left the Empire. He was the only person you knew for so long who you considered a friend. Now he was just a rebel.

“If they so much as touch her… I’ll kill them,” Your tone turned deadly, holding no sense of humour or casualness. Kallus stared at you with wide eyes for a brief second, looking almost astounded by your comment.

“You sound like your old self, the woman who was so cold and numb to death and killing people to get the job done… don’t let hate blind your senses, you’re better than that,” Kallus raised his voice more and more but he didn’t yell, not when others were near and possibly listening. You didn’t look at him, all you saw was red. You had reasoning for your daughters protection, for years you were the one to provide her with that, and now she has none of it. Not even Thrawn can help.

“If it means protecting my daughter, you’re damn right I’ll become that woman again,” You didn’t blink as your eyes met his, you didn’t even try and made it seem more awkward for him.

“Don’t try and relate to me Kallus, you may have known me during our time in the Empire but you’ll never understand my devotion to my family. Yes I killed, tortured and maimed many people, but that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do if I find out she’s hurt, don’t think I’m incapable” Your words were filled with poison, and your glare almost burned two holes into Kallus’ head. He stood in shock, unable to recognise the woman he knew from a few weeks ago. He didn’t respond, he only looked upon you with a saddened expression before turning on his heel and making his exit.

You were relieved he left, you weren’t sure how much longer you would talk until you’d start threatening him. It was instinctive, especially when it came to Omani. She was the only person supporting you right now. Thrawn believed you to be dead, and you could only imagine the damage he’s inflicted on the New Republic out of rage and revenge. They were the ones who caused the wreckage in the first place, they were the ones who took you away from him once more. So of course you had a reason to be angry towards them; your own people.

You knew becoming their enemy was bad, because you wouldn’t stand a chance on your own outside of the Rebel Alliance, you would wind up dead in a cantina somewhere due to a disagreement with strangers, or even worse, bounty hunters. You could only imagine what the Rebellion’s plan was for you, they’d keep you locked up and probably assassinate you for becoming an ally to the enemy. Or maybe they would let you go, or even hand you over to the Empire. You wonder if they would do the same to your daughter, you knew for a fact Thrawn would cause much more damage than you if he found out how they were treating her, especially now that everyone knew she was related to him in some kind of way. You knew the secret would come out at some point, but you didn’t expect it to be so sudden.

Omani was barely an adult and she had her own platoon of rebels, now that was all taken away from her, all because of her heritage. All because you fell in love with one of the Empire’s most feared.

You were dreading this interrogation, you were fearing for your life. You knew how these interrogations worked, they would poke and prod around you until they would eventually start electrocuting you if you wouldn’t talk. And if you still wouldn’t talk, it was either death due to exhaustion or going completely numb and forced to stay longer inside a cell. Or maybe they would simply ask you questions without any malicious torture device, maybe the rebels were still trying to strive towards a cleaner and more happier galaxy. You hoped.

-

Omani sat alone in the interrogation room, eyes fully focused ahead of her as she felt her hands twitch uncomfortably in the handcuffs that bound them together. She was relieved to see there were no robots or interrogation devices in the room, she had been lectured by you about the kind of things to prepare herself for if she were ever to get captured by the Empire. But in this case, it was her own people.

She looked with a blank stare, no emotion past her bright scarlet eyes as she turned her attention to Kallus sitting in the chair opposite her.

“We’re going to start this off with some simple questions, it would be most preferred if you could cooperate,” He nodded to the mirror, an obvious sign that someone started recording the upcoming conversation that was yet to happen.

“Get on with it,” Omani scoffed, fiddling with the handcuffs and figuring out mentally if there was any way she could break out of them.

“Omani, you’re well aware of the position you and your mother are currently in, and talking would help us get a better understanding of the full situation,” Kallus began, clearing his throat to clear the tension as the Chiss female stared him down. She certainly had her fathers thunderous glare.

“Are you, or are you not, related to Grand Admiral Thrawn?”

“I thought you said we were starting out simple with the questions?” She clenched her hands into fists, face hardening as Kallus narrowed his gaze and inwardly sighed. He said nothing, and Omani knew it would be her to speak first. She rolled her eyes and fidgeted with her hands.

“My full name is Mitth’ormani’zorva, I’m a direct descendant from that family” She murmured.

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Kallus frowned.

“He’s my father,” Omani said with a stern voice, irritation starting to rise within her more and more as time went on. “There, are you happy?”

Kallus swept by her sharp tongue and looked down at the papers in front of him. He cleared his throat once again.

“And can you explain your mother’s relationship with your father?”

“I’m afraid I don’t know the answer to that one, she never really told me,” Omani told nothing but the truth and Kallus couldn’t help but believe her. He heard you tell him before that Omani never really knew your stance with her father, she only assumed you were together because you produced her.

“Then I’ll move that question to her interrogation,” Kallus scribbled a line over the question on the paper.

“Do you know your fathers whereabouts?” The blonde man looked back up at Omani and was met with a distrusted glare. She sneered, eyebrows furrowed and mouth twisted into a displeased frown.

“Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you,” She took her hands off from the desk separating them both and placed them safely on her lap, in an attempt to distance herself.

“And why’s that? You do realise your father is in charge of most of our destruction and loss,” Kallus raised a brow, holding the pen idly in his hand as he watched the young Chiss female.

“I don’t care, Kallus, he’s still my father and he protected me and my mother when we were in trouble, it’s only fair that I do the same” She made an attempt to slip her hands through the restraints but it was no use. If anything, it felt as though they had tightened.

“What makes you think that defending him, a war criminal, is better than defending your own people?” Kallus interjected with a loud voice, his frown deepening as he peered judgementally at the Chiss woman.

“Family is everything for Chiss, we value our blood more than we value anything else in the galaxy, what makes you think I’d throw that away? Over a war? I’m not choosing sides and I certainly don’t support the Empire, but I support him,” Omani answered, her voice growing louder the more she spoke.

“You used to work for the Empire, Kallus. You used to torture and maim people and think it was the right thing to do, what makes you any different from my father?” She inquired.

“Because your father cannot see the truth and continues to cause havoc everywhere he goes, if anything, he refuses to see that what he’s doing is wrong,” He slammed his hand onto the table and startled Omani abruptly. Her glare burned into Kallus’ skull and for a second he thought it was Thrawn looking at him. Their appearances were near identical, he had flashbacks of the days Thrawn would scold him for failing missions, and facing Omani was no different.

This was going to take longer than expected.

-

Omani was escorted to a different room with steam coming off her, she was so angry. She never wanted to punch someone so badly, never mind insult or yell at them. Throughout the entire interrogation, she kept her composure and didn’t lash out or make a scene. That was beneath her.

The room she was placed in seemed to be a communication room. Her comm device was on one of the shelves near the door, but one of her hands was cuffed to the leg of a table with all kinds of computers atop of it, making it near impossible for her to move. She groaned quietly, wondering if there was any way she could move the table without making much noise.

Omani needed to get that comm device, and she needed a way to contact Thrawn. Fast. She felt that her dad was the only person who could really help in this situation, considering she didn’t trust anyone else. The ghost crew weren’t available, and Kallus was no longer a friend. Ezra Bridger gave her his number, but not exactly for this scenario. She had no other choice.

The young Chiss woman tried to slip down the seat, stretching her leg as far as it could go and trying to reach the device with her heel. But with no avail, she cursed in her native tongue and gave it another few tries. She barely scuffed the edge of the shelf, and her muscles eventually began to ache.

Omani stood up from her seat, turning to the table she was attached to and very gently picking up equipment from the pile on the surface. She had to get moving somehow, and she only needed to remove a few things so she could move the table along, just enough to reach the device. The equipment was heavy, and she could only pick it up with one hand because the other was restricted by the cuffs.

Eventually, she could move the table and make little noise. She had to make sure the legs didn’t scrape loudly against the floor, or else someone would come in to check on her. She had to be cautious.

Omani very carefully shuffled along the ground, gently dragging the table with her. She winced every time it got a little loud, but proceeded with her plan regardless.

She strained as she reached for the shelf, successfully grabbed her comm device and immediately turning it on. It started up and the screen illuminated blue, before the letters popped up out of the device and hovered above her wrist.

From that point onward, she wasn’t sure what to do. How could she contact Thrawn if she didn’t know how contact details? Maybe she could find an official number on the holoweb and go on from there. Every official imperial had a professional number, right?

After she searched her fathers name into the holoweb, multiple news articles popped up about his recent behaviour on the war. She didn’t read them, she couldn’t have her opinion knocked down now. Omani just needed his help, she didn’t have time to think about his actions or opinions.

She looked at his details, hacking into a private server, with some training she received as a child, and spotted an imperial number which seemed to direct her to an ominous phone line after she clicked on it. She held her breath sharply, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she sat quietly on one side of the phone line. Omani patiently waited for some kind of greeting, eagerly chewing on her nails impatiently.

“You have dialled the personal number of Admiral Thrawn, state your business and the reason for your call” A robotic voice spoke on the end of the phone, Omani believed it to be a service droid of some kind.

“My name is Omani, can you please tell Thrawn I asked for him? Please, I’m a close relative” She didn’t say anything else, nothing more to give away personal details. The droid was silent for a few moments, but she could hear the machinery in its legs move. She wondered if it was going to Thrawn.

“He will be with you shortly” Jackpot.

Omani sat in anticipation, barely able to stay still with nerves as she continued chewing her nails and damaging the skin, too occupied to care. The line was quiet for too long, and she found herself feeling rather claustrophobic. The walls felt as though they were caving in, and it didn’t help that she was in such a small dull room. Her mouth went dry, and she couldn’t move her tongue since it was stuck to the roof of her mouth.

But eventually, the line picked up at last.

“Omani?” His tone was so full of concern and confusion, but she sighed in relief as she heard her fathers voice.

“Tisci, thank the maker, I didn’t think you’d pick up” She felt a sob bubble up in her throat, but she swallowed it down and focused on getting the message across to Thrawn.

“What’s happening? Is everything alright?” Thrawn couldn’t have sounded more stern, barely having spoke to her but already so protective. Thrawn never had a full conversation or even a greeting with his daughter, so he was happy, but terribly worried for the reason of her calling him.

“You need to help us, Tiscen’i and I are in trouble” Omani done her best not to yell, worried in case any rebels were nearby.

“Your mother? I thought she-“

“No, she was in a coma for a while and has almost had a full recovery, but the rebellion have us imprisoned” The Chiss woman knew her father wasn’t aware of her mothers survival, she expected a long pause from his side of the line, and that’s exactly what she got.

It took Thrawn a good minute to process that you were, in fact, very much alive and healthy, and it took all his strength not to burst into tears. His chest hurt and his vision went blurry, thank the maker, you were alive.

“The rebellion have you imprisoned? What do you mean?” He took a while to answer back, voice cracked a little as he spoke, but neither of them cared to mention it.

“They found out about Tiscen’i attending that imperial ball, they believe she’s been conspiring with the Empire, and specifically you” Omani kept her voice quiet when she heard footsteps in the distance, although they weren’t approaching her destination.

“I’m scared for her safety, Tisci, I need your help,” The young woman’s breath caught in her throat and she swallowed down a cry, controlling her breathing before a panic attack occurred. “We’re on Takodana, I’ll send you my coordinates” She tapped into her holo device on her wrist and sent the exact coordinates of her position to whatever device he was using. Thrawn received them a few seconds later, barely able to register anything his daughter was desperately telling him.

He was overwhelmed.

“Takodana? I can’t say I’ve heard of that planet before” Thrawn inquired seemingly to himself after he wrote down Omani’s coordinates.

“There’s a rebel base camp, it would be best if you didn’t bring an entire imperial fleet with you” Omani allowed herself to chuckle, and it made her father smile just for a split second.

“I’ll try my best, but I can’t guarantee anything Omani, I don’t want the Empire knowing about this” His tone was stern, he needed to keep his personal life split from the Empire because he didn’t want his family involved in any way.

“Please just do something, Kallus and everyone else is against Tiscen’i, she’s got no one” Despair laced itself in Omani’s voice and she struggled holding back her emotions.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do” Thrawn sighed.

“I have to go,” Omani whispered after she heard footsteps approaching the communication room. “Talk soon” And with that, she hung up at the speed of light, the door opening a few seconds after. It was an average rebel coming in to check on her, oblivious to the device around her wrist as she hid it unsuspectingly by folding her arms across her chest. She glared up at the rebel, and watched as he turned around and left the room, comming Kallus or some other higher up on the base to tell them her status.

Little did they know, trouble was on the way.

[rosieclark]

@carrotandstickplancewipbang

Dinner Invitation

The Lady stopped in her tracks, utterly frozen.

The appearance of the dining table was not wholly unusual. The sprites and dwarves had conjured such things in the past when they were making merry, but what was a complete shock to Katrina was the table’s sole occupant. And the atmosphere around him. The evergreens behind him had suddenly grown heavy with clumped snow, fresh and white like the downy lily’s petals, and it cast a shadow upon the man as his eyes were the only thing to blaze forth, focused sharply on her. The candles upon the table twinkled merrily, but with a cold light that was not comforting in the least.

“Ah, my lady, at last you have arrived. I have arranged a feast. It would honor me if you would join me,” The man finally spoke, in a lower tenor that gave an air of sophistication to it. Gesturing towards the empty seat situated across the table from him, the goddess noticed that indeed, the fine tableware was filled with such delicacies as a roasted duck, still wafting with steam, and glistening fruits that made her mouth water just looking at them.

His words were unarming, and the offering more so, yet his figure kept her utterly terrified and frozen in place upon the warm grass. His shoulders were encased in a large, furred cloak that gave him the appearance of a hulking beast, while the uniform he wore caught the light because of the layer of frost atop it. The man’s skin, a darker complexion, was tinged with frostbite. And, of course, there was the glowing thick patch of solid ice that glowed eerily over his left pectoral. There was no denying what the stories she had heard had spoken of: this man was the Ice Emperor.

Smiling gently, he raised an arm to grasp at the decanter of wine, and proceeded to pour into a chalice meant for her at the empty seat. Never once did he take his eyes, cold and glowing sullenly, off of her.

“Please, my dear, what’s the harm? I only wish to talk.”

[littlefreya]

Prince Of Darkness

Summary: There'll be no escape tonight, the devil always gets what he desires.

Pairing: Devil!August Walker x Unnamed OFC (3rd person pov)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: 18+, DARK! NonCon, kidnapping, stalking, breeding, exhibitionism, loss of virginity, supernatural stuff, sex in a cathedral, mention of heaven and hell. Please proceed with caution. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: I have put a lot of effort into this story, and I’m really anxious af. We all like to see August as a demon, but I decided to go all the way... And I’m nervous at your response and going to die after hitting submit. So bye.

Many thanks to the love of my life @agniavateira​, for support, brainstorm and beta. And to @crimsonrae​ and @wondersofdreaming​ who held my hand. 

Please give feedback and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Title: Prince of Darkness

Blood painted the streets, courtesy of the blinding scarlet lights that danced upon gravel and tar before dwindling into darkness. The soft, beaming glow pulsed with the muffled beats of a monotonous song that played inside the luxurious nightclub. Like thundering war drums, it rumbled in the ears of the elegant man who stood along the shadows. 

Leaning against the cement, he took a sip from a glass of spiced Bordeaux and brushed an index finger over his thick moustache to wipe away misguided droplets of wine. 

‘How could anyone enjoy this abomination?’ He wondered with a guttural groan, never quite grasping this electronic noise thing; but then again August was older than this music, and his tastes far exceeded cheap and trivial antics. He was a man driven by the appetite for destruction and forbidden delights, and tonight, he was finally about to obtain both. After decades of anticipation, the succulent fruit was ready to be plucked. 

Oh, what an intoxicating and delicious mist his unsuspecting beloved emanated, setting his heart aflame with her sheer ripeness.  

‘It’s been so long, so painfully long.’ 

Time had lost its meaning as he waited, curving and swerving into a stream of an infinite river flowing with decay and death. 

But as the old saying went: all haste comes from the devil. 

So the man lingered against the wall, a sparkle enkindled and crackled in his eyes, morphing into black wells whilst the waves of her honey-liqueured ambrosia grew pungent, seeping through his airways and sinking in his throat. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, revelling in the sound of harsh tapping heels that echoed louder with every step until she came summoned into the naked wilderness of the city street. 

‘Beautiful and innocent as the garden of Eden. Of course, of course...’

The stranger scrutinised the young woman with another sip from his wine and a bite of great intrigue - but stoicism and silence, for now, were his most valuable allies. 

Clad in a lithe black dress and a stylish leather jacket to keep herself warm from the chill autumn breeze, she fished for the mobile device in her purse while distress washed her wrinkling brow. Illuminated by the bright screen, her face sulked as for the seventh time in the last 30 minutes, her attempt to find an Uber bore no success whatsoever. 

Was there something about tonight that all drivers were kept occupied, or had her luck simply run dry? 

Showing her face to the moonlit sky, she sighed in great frustration. This must have been fate’s retribution to a mindless bad decision; she should have left with her friends, but staying alone to fruitlessly catch the eye of the uncaring bartender seemed more significant as the buzz of alcohol dimmed any ray of logic. Now deep into the night, walking home alone didn’t appear to be the most sympathetic solution, yet it occurred to her that there wasn’t much of choice.  

“You seem distressed.” 

Equal to a dark chant sputtering words of witchcraft, the low yet incredibly soft baritone of his voice slithered from the corner and crept down her spine with icy scales. A lurching hollow flared within her gut, her neck seized by the tight grip of a serpentine phantom. 

His vibrato sounded like a voice that called her through a dream she never had before; despite the unsettling arctic spasm gyrating through her shaky limbs, it lured her to return a stare and meet the cryptic face behind the seducing chant. 

Two sharp glaciers glimmered at her as the stranger sauntered into the penumbra, momentarily lit by another flash of neon red that broke onto his face and highlighted his ethereal features. Her lips drew open, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her dress as a shiver ran through her. To say that the stranger was handsome would be an understatement, as it almost seemed as if he was ‘designed’ by a sculptor - carved cheeks led a path to slightly pouted lips, and a stark, dimpled chin was shadowed by dark stubble. His chocolate-brown hair was elegantly combed to the side, with a couple of large lustrous locks gently nestling over his brow.

Though it wasn’t his good looks that left her riddled with prickly goosebumps, but the unprecedented magnetic haul that made her feel as if she was physically drawn toward this mysterious man. 

Frightened by the unbidden reaction of her own body, she quickly retreated to gawk at the phone and provided no answer to his inquiry. A strange yearning to submit grew between her clenching thighs, a primal response to his striking looks and charms. 

But she killed the seed before it set roots in her flesh. 

‘They said Ted Bundy was charming as well…’ she mused. Frivolous as she wanted to be, getting murdered was undoubtedly not among her plans tonight. 

Revelling in her silent reply with an arched brow, he tilted his head when a blinding flicker abruptly caught his keen eye. Kissed by the pale moonlight’s beam, a small silver cross rested upon her collarbone. His sharp fangs begged to peek with sardonic amusement, but he kept his lips clamped, not wishing to scare her too soon. 

There was to be plenty of that later...

“May I offer you my help, sweetling?”

Threading his long fingers between the smooth stem and clasping them around the bowl, he lowered the glass to the side of his hip, dragging the girl’s unwilling eye to the healthy bulge in his groin. 

Her lips drew open as a surge of staggering heat flushed at her apex. 

It seemed enormous... 

“Name’s August, like the emperor, but you can call me whatever your heart desires...”

Embers burnt at her cheeks; in her belly, the odd mystical calling continued weaving at her core in an urge to accept whatever it was he had to offer. Her eyes warred to tear her gaze away from his nether region as her lashes fluttered to meet the abysmal glance that bestowed both frost and fire through her tendons. 

There was something archaically familiar about this man as if she knew him before the days had names. Yet she swore, it was the first time she ever saw his striking face. 

“I can take you wherever you need to go.” 

Breath laced with wine titillated her nostrils as the words spilt from his lips, whilst another crimson ray broke upon the marble of his face. Never had he urged, but instead suggested with a tongue soaked with honey. Still, a blazing aura of danger encircled him. And even though the very natural fear of walking home alone grappled her, it still seemed like a much better plan than entrusting her life to a stranger who was twice her size. 

Deciding to keep her tongue knotted, she turned and began striding away. ‘Best not to engage him,’ she thought, but once she moved past his bulky figure, her heart suddenly picked up its pace and her legs refused to function as if they no longer belonged to her. 

Seconds stretched into eternity. The thought that this civilised savage will assail her and drag her into the night scratched at the back of her head. But the worst of it was the simmering throb. Unforgiving, like gathering storm clouds, it thundered the closer she walked by him and then gradually died out as she finally managed to move away and free herself from this invisible bond. 

Savouring the final drop of wine, August watched amused as the frightened little lamb quickly oscillated on her feet, scampering into the horrors offered by the dark. It was funny how fear made animals act so heedlessly and rush straight into the burning heart of peril. 

A toothy grin peaked his chiselled cheeks. Always the gentleman, he shifted from the concrete, discarding the glass carelessly to shatter on the sidewalk. His sinew stretched in a relaxed ripple of an apex predator before he straightened both vest and jacket and stroked his thick moustache. 

Though her heavenly fragrance still soaked the air, the girl was already gone from normal eyesight. It was a pity to see her leave, yet there was no need for him to rush.

There was never really a choice for her. 

Strangely, the night kept growing unnaturally darker. A great ocean of blackness and crystalised stars spread from above, casting looming shadows across the tall buildings that resembled a maw filled with rotten teeth. The tepid wind that blew between the vast concrete monoliths was nothing but the breath of a mythical beast intoning her name through the shadows.

Clawing at her forearms, she meandered through the inert street with a wary eye. Desolate neon signs flickered hauntingly, bequeathing a vibrant beacon of dread over the shimmering, onyx road. Not a living soul was in sight as if the world descended into stillness, dominated by an eerie, dead silence save for the harsh echo of her hasty heels. And yet, the long path felt anything but lifeless. With every step landed on the ground, she could sense the movement beneath the surface: swarming vile things, slippery and scaled. Unseen by the human eye, they hissed dirty little secrets and slithered with sinister hunger, drizzling down their fangs. 

‘You can already feel me inside you, can’t you sweetling…’ Remaining hidden, he had to admit that watching the little lamb leap shivering into the slaughter has been somewhat of foreplay.

A veil of fumes emitted from her parted lips. The air became colder, summoning a terrifying truth that made her lungs clench around the black void that abruptly filled them with the notion that maybe... maybe… that chill, liquid-like thing that threatened to touch her ankle wasn’t just in her crazy imagination.

There was something out there, something undeniably familiar. This unusual gust of wind brushing at her nape has accompanied her since she could remember herself, an unsettling breeze bidding that evil lurked between the creases, holding its sinewy fingers clasped together while waiting for her to answer his hushed calling.

‘And once you finally answer, there is no turning back…’ 

Fear gnawed its frosty fangs at her bones, puncturing tiny painful cavities that were needles in her flesh. Tonight, of all nights, the same hazy feeling became stronger than ever before. Deep inside, she knew she would meet her end. Pressing the oily pads of her fingers at the sharp corners of her pendant, she inhaled and chanted a prayer, refusing to succumb to the noxious malice when a frozen pin pierced her heart.

Like the lark calling on the dawn, an unbidden chant carried her name.

Drenched with frigid sweat, she exhumed a shuddering breath, praying to God that it was only her imagination playing tricks on her ears. 

‘The greatest trick he ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.’

Indeed in the darkness, leered the beast. All teeth and malicious glee, August moved from one shadow to another, feasting on the aphrodisiac that was the mixture of her harrowing terror and unveiled desire. If only she knew the trail her scent left for him to follow - he could smell her from miles away. 

The little flower between her legs began blooming the moment their entities finally encountered one another, and it was his ancient name her dew had dripped for.  

‘My sweet little thing, tonight I will finally grant you a purpose...’ 

Like a hound awakened from a deep slumber, he flexed his bulging muscles and tailed her in utter silence. The same spell that burnt in her core seethed the blood gathering in his ardent loins. Since the dawn of humankind, he had more women than any other man on this earth, yet none has evoked such hunger in him. 

He would have eaten her alive and torn her to shreds if only he didn't have bigger plans for her.

Still hidden by the unnatural night, August stalked from behind, the blaze of his enkindling burn licking her path as he crept further to ensnare his prey. He wished she could see herself through his own flaring glance, how beautiful she was with tears of despair rolling down the tender slope of her cheeks. 

His beloved girl; his, by ancient law. Spirited as a rageful tempest, she insisted on escaping her prophesied fate. Muscles and bones strove against the panic that turned her boiling blood frigid. But no power, physical nor divine could revoke this otherworldly attraction that bound her to him. His bidding could never be undone and as much as his blood relished from the thrill of the chase, it was time to put an end to this dance and seal their union. 

Appearing from a stygian haze of a spectral nightmare, the beast drew his claw to grasp the fleeting girl’s shoulder.

The world froze along with the scream that died in her throat. Cold, slippery wet, the phantom serpents slinked around her ankles and held on to the ground as the thing behind her bit his nails into her collarbone. His touch was no ghost, but as real as the quiet moon that voyeured her fate from above and did nothing. A wretched gasp of anguish shuddered through her airways as his fingers stalked forth to cinch at her neck. 

His grip was tighter than the icy finger of death, yet its caress was the sensual lick of a gossamer tongue. 

It was almost as if he worshipped her. 

Shadows befell her as the assailant leaned close, wafting a mist of intoxicating fumes scented of poisonous elixirs and an ancient forest that laid deep between the veils of the underworld, hiding forbidden mysteries that none dared speak of. Seeping through her orifices, it stung her eyes and raked remorseful tears. 

“Please…” she broke into sobs, shaking her head at the dawning of her fate.

The man inhaled deeply. Though she could not see him, the joyful malice that danced on his pleased breath roared in her ears.

“Do not fear me.” The sonorous rumble caressing her ear was hardly a surprise in its familiarity.  It was him, the handsome bewhiskered gentleman from earlier. But of course, it was always him: the whisper in the dark, the slithering things moving beneath the tepid ground, and the smell of burning pyres. 

But who the hell was he?!

As if he read her mind, his hand twisted around her nape and with a careful sway, turned her to face him. The voice inside her head warned her over and over again not to look at him; yet the temptation was too great, peeling her eyes open to stare at the thing that made her heart drop to her gut.

Vast, raven wings spread from each side of an Adonis figure, their intimidating length denying her widened eyes to look at anything but the dark god that soared tall in front her. No, not a god, a devil. A pair of small golden horns peeked from the mane of long curls, and the heavenly icy gaze she remembered from earlier had melted into an abysmal lake of fire.

He was beautiful.

He was monstrous.

And just like that, she descended from the earth, swept into a thick swamp of darkness that swallowed her whole. Never letting so much as her feet kiss the ground, August scooped her into his strong arms. Peering down upon her, he broke into a delightful grin, already enamoured with his delicate new bride. The pang of lust tingled in his groin, though despite the raging need to claim her now, it was her screams he desired more than all as he would consummate their eternal marriage. 

Wicked tongues of fire licked up the shallow air, casting a faint amber glow into the abominable sombre of a vanishing nightmare. Shy as feral nymphs, the bursting sparks ascended melancholily, whispering tales of perishing days that fell to harmony with a strange mumbling chant. Still locked in a void of unconsciousness, the fallen girl shifted with disquiet, her hands restlessly clutching at a virginal silk gown that covered her body. 

Vaguely remembering a horrifying dream of a demonic entity, she woke with a sudden electric jitter. A peal of breathless pants pushed through her heaving chest before she slumped into the intense relief one experiences from a brush with either death or a ghastly fantasy. 

“Thank God…” she whispered with a fist pressed to her breast.

Yet, something was amiss. The low vocal melody continued despite her state of clarity, tangled with the eerie presence of a hundred cutting glares that stabbed her crawling spine. Slowly and carefully, she lifted her head and scanned her surroundings. 

The blood drained from her face.

Swaying like shadowy wraiths stood men cloaked in black velvet hoods. Tears of milky boiling wax trickled from the candles held by their stringy fingers, yet they didn’t seem to flinch as the burning rivulets seared their flesh. Their hollow eyes were fixated upon her while words of a dark sacrament sputtered from their lips and reverberated through the endless archways and ribbed vaults that towered above them. 

Her trembling muscles were briskly stifled under the unsettling realisation of her whereabouts - a cathedral, a thousand years old if not more. Burning torches lit crumbling pillars and statues of monstrous winged creatures that encircled them from every niche, their malicious shadows dancing upon dusty obsidian bricks. Unglazed windows were barred by black iron, the beautiful floral shapes preventing any means of escape. 

Only the fractured ceiling held a cheap shred of hope, as a vast rupture of broken stone exposed her to the scarred carmine wolf-moon.

If only she had wings…

Bones rattling beneath her crawling flesh, she sat upon the hard surface with wells of despair. Her hands clutched around the edge of the bed, only to be kissed by the sharp corners that pierced the delicate flesh. Hissing with pain, she lifted her arms and stared below at what appeared to be a midnight-black marble creased with golden veins and saplings-like patterns. 

It was beautiful, just like the creamy gown that covered her body.  

“Do you like it, bride?” 

Rising from the crowd like a flame among charred coals, appeared her handsome abductor. Suitable to a true evil prince, a long red cloak enrobed his broad, sturdy form, the velvet hem trailing behind him like a thick river of blood while he marched forward with no haste in his dauntless mien. Human once again, August offered the most endearing grin; two profound dimples embellished his scruffy cheeks, and his eyes shone brighter than a frozen sea. 

Yet in her sullen gaze, he was nothing but a monster.

Abruptly enraged and driven by pure instinct, she jumped off the marble and paced backwards. Tears of anger and fright rimmed her swollen lids and her bare feet nearly collided as she shook her head at August who was neither impressed nor concerned by this foolish protest. 

“You stay the fuck away from me!!!” She warned with a scream and hastily turned away. 

Lost in some trance, the praying mob never stirred, granting the girl a fair chance to escape the bewhiskered man who was still several strides away. Her feeble legs made three to four steps when her muscles swiftly turned to stone, and her stomach lurched. 

‘No! It couldn’t be! How?!’

Curls shining like precious coils of onyx, August emerged in front of her, continuing his relaxed gait as if this was a natural occurrence. His bright icicles melted into malicious dark pools of twisted desire, and his tongue briefly laved his plump lips at the sight of pure disbelief that cascaded over her face. He could feel right under her skin, hear the thrumming heart that both chilled and fumed for him. Further beyond her thoughts, his betrothed yearned to be defiled and torn open by him. 

It was her destiny, whether she liked it or not. 

Still she fought, so ferocious and defiant, flinching away from his attempts to seize her. It was almost comical to watch her deny him, knowing that her fate would be no different; she will spread her legs and submit to his conquest. And yet, her battle was immensely appealing; what better bride to the dark lord than a woman who breathed fire.

“Who are you?!” She cried, her trembling voice rising with panic and her cheeks soaking with tears, “What do you want from me?!”

August's face was devoid of mercy, her whimpering hisses did nothing to deter him and only further increased the appetite of the deprived wolf that circled in his gut. With a wring of his wrist, his fingers snapped at her elbow, hauling her against his rock-hard chest with such might her heels hovered above the ground. 

Writhing in his grip she flung her hands at his face, clawing streams of crimson to trickle down his cheeks. The notion of hurting this vicious man brought somewhat of a sick joy; but her onslaught died at once, and her mouth fell agape as his skin healed with not even a trace of injury. 

“Oh God, what are you?!” She shuddered. 

Still holding her elbow hostage, his free hand travelled to the hem of the white gown, the long, perverted fingers twisting around the fabric before yanking it off at once. A resounding rip echoed through the tall arches, causing the chanting choir to halt their susurrations at once. 

All eyes were afloat as the cold air kissed her skin. In vain, she attempted to cover herself only to be felled by the restraints of August’s grasp. 

“God?...” The man finally spoke, his melodic voice ending with a sonorous hum that sprouted through her arteries like a deadly toxin. Not less poisonous, his gaze trailed down her form, worshipping the very sights of his delightful prize. 

“Not God, but once I was an angel,” he suggested and leaned down to inhale her skin with a gratified growl before he flicked his wide tongue at her chest.

A groan of approval emitted from his lips, the sheer coat of sweat that layered her bosom was soaked of freshly brewed fear, his most favourite savour. His wet, velvety snake swept the sweet-briny wetness and licked further down her breasts, twirling around the erect nipple.

Unintended, she moaned. A river of delights rushed between her grinding thighs.

“No!”

Wrongful, unwanted bliss awoke in her. She felt desecrated and allured at once. Her fickle body deceived, mistaking this vile conquest as consensual. And the more August took, the more she desired; her dutiful womb demanded to consummate this bond, almost as if the beast had bewitched her a long while ago, embedding his essence in the marrow of her bones. 

August grinned against her skin, the scent of her arousal fresh in his nose while his lips travelled to kiss down her sternum and the slope of her torso. His thick whiskers left a trail of fluttering butterflies.

“Have sympathy, my love. I had built my own realm and waited in the forlorn abyss. Empires fell and worlds disintegrated into ashes while I waited for thou,” he explained and clutched the cheek of her behind in his claw, squeezing it possessively. “I have longed for your touch since the day your ancestor promised you to me, little lamb. A hundred years’ worth of waiting for the bargain to reach its end, and for you to finally be ripe.” 

The beast pressed one last languid kiss below her navel, a guttural hum exuded in between his lips, huffing hot against her belly. Slowly he rose to his full height, towering above his helpless victim who hugged her arms to cover her naked body and watched her nightmare unfold once more. Cold wind chilled her damp cheeks as August flung the blood-red cloak and exposed his naked figure before her.  

He was massive, a masculine build fit for a warrior angel, covered with thick bulging muscles and dark hair. Lips parted, she forgot herself, gawking in awe and allowing her gaze to trail down to his unapologetically monstrous cock. Firm and throbbing, it dripped with hunger, urging to find release inside her clenching cavern.

She didn’t even know a man could be this vast, but alas, he was no man at all.

It was at that moment when blackest wings spread before her that realisation finally struck through like a blunt hammer to the back of her head. Covering her mouth she cowered away, her exposed back hitting the raised altar behind her. 

August was no man nor god, but Lucifer himself. 

Seeing the hope die in her eyes, the devil sneered. 

“No, no, no! This can’t be real! This isn’t real!!!” She yelled, pathetic little hiccups sputtering from her lips.

August tilted his head, giving a scornful pout and scoffed with amusement. “Am I not?” He asked as he lifted an arm to flick his fingers, summoning two of the hooded servants to approach the dais. Their eyes were soulless gems embedded to a grey face that was cracked like a broken eggshell. 

“I am real, beloved, as real as the child you will conceive me tonight.” 

Shrills of terror flew through the great hole in the ceiling. Kicking and screaming, she fought as the men seized her arms and dragged her to the altar, forcing her flat down and holding her arms to prevent her from escaping. They never blinked at the ferocious war she waged against them, though an impish smile slowly possessed their faces as their master strode forward. 

“Sweet little lamb,” August chanted, enamoured with his fiery bride while he sauntered by the edge of the altar. His Adonis body golden in the candlelight, his fingers squeezed and pumped the ravenous demon that hung heavy between his legs. The twinge in her womb rose in response, a low roar thrumming as it yearned to succumb to its unbridled purpose. Sheen, the arousal trickled between her kicking legs and onto the smooth stone, making her cheek flame.

Much to August’s pleasure. 

“Our son will burn this world to cinders,” he promised and snaked his fingers at her ankles. Calmly deflecting her attempts to kick against him, he dragged her toward him until her knees folded over the edge and spread between his thighs. The platform was in the perfect height, positioning her delicious Eden at the height of his blessed demon. 

“You will make an excellent mother.”

Her entire body shook, her cunt clenching along her sobs in both defence and beguiling need as August leaned in and grazed the silky pink crown between her wet petals. She begged he wouldn’t be able to invade her, but her prayers fell to deaf ears.    

“Please don’t do this to me! I will do anything… please!” She wailed a bargain, still trying to escape the servants’ grip and looking at him pleadingly, “I… I...haven’t been with a man!”

“Oh I know…” August beamed and stroked himself back and forth between her engorged lips. Vamping flames tingled at her flesh, her core foolishly squeezing around nothing in demand for this wretched monster to defile her.  

“You’ve kept yourself for me, didn't you? I have waited for you too, for centuries even, but now our waiting has ended, and I can finally love you.”

With one brutal thrust, he breached through the gates of her sacred haven, corrupting her purity and ripping her open with the elegance of a savage. 

Exasperated bats fluttered their wings over the red moon at the sound of her pained howl. Eyes flared to the bleak sky above; the girl watched them in a daze, disbelieving the blazing demon that scorched her from inside as he nestled himself between her resisting gates with no intention to cease. 

In his villainy, August pushed further. Stunned thunders of ecstasy erupted from his lips, all to humiliate her along with the dark minions who circled the altar to pervertedly witness this sacrilegious ritual in which their master ravaged the unwilling maiden. Ignoring her body’s vehement protest, he forced himself unfathomably deep, only stopping until the head of his cock kissed the gateway of her cervix.

Crystalised tears rolled down her temples and stained the cold marble beneath her body. Slit impossibly sore, she twitched and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling of being invaded by another entity. Her once protected realm was now under the domain of a ruthless prince, and he took no prisoners and granted no mercy nor care at her vain endeavours to push him out. 

He would never stop. He would have her again and again until her sacred little womb would be plentiful with his seed. 

“Tight,” he blurted out in a blissful huff and reached his talons to bite into her quaking thighs. Spreading her wider, he hooked his hands below her knees, moulding her into a vessel to be fulfilled. Arctic orbs glazed down her naked figure, his plump lips cooing at her aching whimpers. The taut and hairy muscles of his gut flexed as he carefully withdrew his vicious cock, coated in the crimson sorrow of her maidenhood.

Hollow pain throbbed in her empty cunt as he suddenly abandoned her. Distressed and overwhelmed, she hoped he would stay out, yet her traitorous body coveted his return in a false faith that it would ease the fervid twinge that soared to her belly and even burnt in her breasts.

It was far from true.

No less vigorous than before, August plunged back inside her, stretching her again, shaping her as his own as she yipped and struggled to escape. His head threw back with a roar of divine pleasure, feasting at the thrill of her dauntless veils wrapping around him like a succulent flower. For a moment there, he wondered who preyed on who. Her concupiscent little cove sucked him so wantonly it threatened to swallow his raging cock. 

‘But of course, every virgin is destined to become my whore.’

Hot and heavy, his shaft seized the void that had always been inside her, their heaving organs collided in euphoric bliss like two broken shards that were lost for decades and finally pieced back together. And even though she seared with every jerk or shift he made, the impassioned flames licked at the seams of her twitching cunt in waves of ache and foreign desperation. 

“No…” she whispered, shame singeing her throat as the little pesky sparks enkindled where the devil had violated her. Vision blurry, she gazed at him utterly mystified. Part of her warred to stoke the fire that screamed heresy, while the other begged to yield to her demise.   

As August pulled away again and thrust harder, a breathless moan tore from her lips.    

A cutting grin radiated onto his face. “It feels so good inside you,” he sang and slid one hand to stroke all the way down from her sweat-ridden thighs to her belly, feeling the movement of his cock with every push and shove. 

He was taunting her, yet she couldn’t care less. Over the cinders of pain and virtue, a garden began to bloom. With every abysmal stroke of his swelling shaft, she could feel green saplings and coy vines growing within her uterus—soft, beautiful tendrils stalked through her arteries, sprouted through her cove, and engulfed his swelling demon as well.

She was no longer burning but becoming alive. Pained cries suddenly evolved into asphyxiation of bliss. Beyond her realisation, she undulated her hips in the desire to endure each of his wet claiming thrusts. Her spine coiled against the surface, further allowing him easier passage to nourish the wilderness that continued spreading through her blood. 

Noticing the change in her, approving groans rumbled in his throat; his little bride was growing tighter around his demon, her quivering lips and fluttering lashes the image of true Elysium. It was not long before he would plant his seed in her fertile lush. Her cunt milked and suckled around him, demanding to be bred by the devil. 

“Yes, my love! Give in to me! Give in to your primal sin!” August urged, enhancing the rhythm until he was thrusting into her like a battering ram, the sinful elixir of their union smearing on his groin and dripping down her rump. “Descend with me!” 

In her delirium she witnessed magical nightshades and sinewy stalks growing amidst the gritty bricks, encompassing the ominous cathedral with bright colours. 

It was paradise on earth, given to her by the unearthly rapturous joy of having this demon violate her, slamming harder with growing frustration until his thick girth ripped through the last threads of her self-preservation and that which she tried so hard to deny erupted through her clenching core.

Euphoria. 

For a lingering moment, she had wings of her own, pale as precious pearls and lustrous stars. Tingling waves of ethereal white heat burst at her seams, purifying her as she flew above the cathedral, and watched their ungodly union from above. But her wings suddenly caught aflame and before she knew it, she crashed onto the earth with a secondary, more violent climax. 

The beast’s roars erupted into a brutal thunder, causing the sturdy pillars of the cathedral to quake and crack like thin glass. With all his might, he clutched her thighs and hauled her against him, slamming his swollen cock deep into her belly and releasing his smouldering, milky essence until it seeped from her sleek. August’s wings flew open as he found his own rapture, blazes following through and consuming the ancient hall. 

This was no longer a hallucination. 

This was Inferno.

Still radiating with orgasmic glow, she screamed horrified as everything around them vehemently burnt to coals. Even the soulless servants crumbled into dust, accepting their fate without so much of a yip. The fire raged and died within seconds, leaving nothing but broken pillars and ashen smoke.  

Shortly, the tepid air of night caressed her naked skin as they remained alone in the ruins of what was once an ominous cathedral. Still buried in her viscera, August broke into a low, stretching groan of relief which made her immediately return her eyes to him. Shame rose bitter in her throat and new fresh rivulets trickled on her cheeks.  

After all that he had done to her, she could see nothing in him but a beautiful monster.

“My beloved queen,” August keened to comfort her and moved his hand to tenderly stroke her lower belly. 

A toothy smile broke upon his face, his eyes gleaming with surprise as he felt the life that had already begun growing in her angelic fortress. A son, strong and glorious as his father. For the first time in his long existence, the devil was truly elated and he vowed in that moment that he would give her much, and much more. But first, she needed to be cared for. 

Her assaulted hole convulsed with pain as he pulled himself out, leaving a trail of creamy fluids to dribble at his departure. Sniffling and shaking, she watched him bemused, as he climbed onto the altar and moved to lie beside her. Though she no longer flinched as he touched her, what was the point of it anyway? He had already destroyed her and stolen her innocent soul.  

“You make me so happy, my beloved queen,” August had murmured as he gripped her jaw and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss claimed her breath, pillaging whatever left of her chastity and wit until she absentmindedly kissed back, forgetting herself as his tongue bested her will. 

When he broke away, the taste of spiced ruby wine and blood lingered in her mouth. 

“An eternity awaits us,” the devil explained as he pecked her nose and her forehead lovingly, to which she shivered - out of fright or out of want, she couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

“You had made me the happiest, now give me the chance to grant the same favour, ask for anything you want in the world and it shall be yours,” he begged and wrapped her in the shelter of his strong arms to lie down with him on the smooth stone surface.

Absentmindedly, she welcomed the protection offered from his embrace and stared silently as flakes of cement broke from the remnants of the wall floated in the air around her before she opened her mouth. 

“I wish for…” 

Her whisper faded into the dark.

*Disclaimer: I do not own Mission Impossible or August Walker

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[bokutoslittlebird]

Awakened

Alpha!Osamu x reader x Alpha!Atsumu

Author’s note : Fantasy AU based on two pieces of fan art of the twins as fox yōkai, but I hope it’s to your liking! ; their names are never directly said to reader-chan, so their names are what they call each other.

Warnings: bullying (brief, not from the twins), naive and innocent reader, knotting, double penetration, backshot, face fucking/blowjob, dubcon/noncon, blood, biting and licking, cunnilingus, creampie

There’s a legend that runs deep in the roots of your village, one that’s told to many and encourages children to stay away from the forest. It was proven effective — no child dared to enter the forest, holding onto that fear into their adult years. The legend revolves around two mischievous fox spirits that would always be in competition. They always had someone who would win, but then a terribly evil spirit came upon the clearing they played in, forcing the two spirits to push differences aside and fight off the evil spirit that entered the territory. It was a combined effort, the two spirits realizing they worked better when they worked together. It taught children that sometimes it was better to ask for help; however, it also taught children that they couldn’t go into the forest. The spirits resides in the forest, protecting the village from evil spirits as a combined task and if anyone dared trespass in their forest, then destruction would come to the village.

It was a legend some teenagers dared to challenge, entering the forest and coming out, saying “nothing bad happened to them!” but then their luck would turn sour sometimes. It always put things in perspective, seeing them suddenly fall into a mud puddle after entering the forest, or having their pants suddenly fall. It made people laugh, but it really made you feel like the forest was alive and watching. You never dared to go near the forest. At least, not until your pride was at stake.

“Go get a stupid stick, [Y/N]!” Jocelyn sneered, her eyes narrowed. Her arms were crossed and she was tired to repeating herself. You were dared to go into the forest, get a stick to bring back for proof, and you would no longer be a coward. It was simple in words, but not so simple in action. You feared the bad things that happened after people entered the forest, but you were considered a coward for those beliefs. “You’re just a big, dumb baby!”

“No I’m not!” You shouted back, puffing your cheeks. You let out a heavy breath and turned to the brown and green image of the forest. They wouldn’t be able to see you enter the forest, but they just needed a stick as proof. Sucking up the courage to go, your legs moved towards the foliage. You could hear the other girls’ jeers as your pace slowed, the forest closer than you had ever dared to let it. The forest itself looked peaceful, but the legend of the spirits scared you, halting your footsteps. Instead of going in, you were going to pick up a stick on the outskirts, but there was no stick. Nothing but grass lay before you, the shadows of the trees outlining what was the forest and what was not. There was a stick you could see, the light seeping through the leaves illuminating it as if you were on a quest to get — well, you kind of were.

Sucking up any inhibitions you had, you entered the forest. Picking up the stick, you noticed a lack of any other stick lying in the fallen leaves. Clutching the stick to your chest, you turn to go when you find a small piece of cloth, hidden in the leaves. You pick it up, looking at the designs and feeling how soft and silky it was. It was a robe that your ancestors adorned, but the fabric told you it was either brand new or kept in pristine condition. With it in your hands, you found yourself turning to flee once again. The howling of the wind sent your legs running out of the forest and up the hill, as fast as you could. If you had listened closer, you would have heard the howl of a beast as you fled.

Deeper into the forest, a pair of eyes watched as you obtained the stick and plucked the ceremonial robe from the earth he presented to you. When you chose it and fled, he smiled. His eyes turned from your retreating figure and moved to leap from the tree he perched himself on. As his body was that of a grey fox, he was much better at hiding than if he was in his more human form. Transitioning between into his human form, he smiles once more, a finger on his chin.

“What to offer her next, I wonder?” He ponders aloud, with only the wind around to hear him and carry his voice.

Your lungs are burning as you arrive back at the little picnic you were attending, the girls giggling as you finally come back. “Did ya see a ghost or somethin’?” Akira asks. You’re heaving as you present the stick, perfectly in tact and big enough to feed a fire. Everyone’s cheers are perceived as mocking to you, as you move on. The picnic is no longer something you want to attend, instead preferring to take a bath and sleep. With your worries placed on the forest and the spirits within, you find yourself wondering if you’ll be able to sleep or shall an entity come and judge you for trespassing.

The next day, you find your gaze drawn to the forest, as if it calls you down. Ignoring the calls are hard, you legs involuntarily moving as you think. On the edge of the forest, you see inside to find a small temari ball. It looks as if a young child once played with it, as you get closer to the object. Looking around the forest, you expect to see a child lost or crying, but you find nothing. With the lack of an owner, you decide to leave the ball. Turning to leave, you reprimand yourself for entering the forest again.

The sound of leaves rustling has you swiveling around, almost falling over when you realize the temari is following you. Moving back, it continues to follow you. A quick glance around proves that no one else is around, so you pick up the temari. As you did yesterday, you flew out of the forest and hope you didn’t take a malevolent being’s toy.

Another pair of eyes watch as you flee, his temari offering close to your chest. A wickedly mischievous grin spreads upon his lips, his form emerging from the shadows where he was hidden. With sharp canines peeking from his smile, warm brown eyes look to the path you had just taken. “I’m glad she likes her present. I can’t wait for what tomorrow will bring,” he chuckles, moving further into the forest. With each step he takes, a thick fog permeates the forest floor, providing a barrier past the stream.

You don’t know what it is. The growing urge to enter the forest gets stronger as the day continues on, the urge barely quenched upon nightfall. Even in your bed chambers, you find yourself looking through your open window, into the forest. Mist seeps from the greenery, an ominous feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. A howl from the forest startles you, eyes finding the gaze reflecting back at you. As you hold the gaze, feeling yourself rooted in place, another set of eyes joins. You shut the window, deciding to never go back to the forest.

When morning comes, the feeling of needing to go to the forest is even stronger. Feeling ill from the image of last night, you decide to stay home for the day. When a knock comes to your door, you assume it to be the milk delivery. Upon opening the door, your eyes widen at the two boys on your doorstep.

“Can you go get my ball?” The first one says, a bright smile on his face. The one currently sniffling nods in agreement. They look like twins, not that you’d recognize them.

“I didn’t mean to kick it so hard, please don’t tell my dad!” He cries out, holding onto his brother. You smile warmly at him, getting to eye level. Running your hand through his hair, his sniffles lessen.

“I won’t tell anyone, you’re fine. I’ll be right back,” you smile at him, wiping his tears. You shut the door, telling them to stay put as you go searching for the ball. As you look around, you become confused. Where is the ball? Moving further along your backyard, you hear a hushed whisper from the forest, wide eyes turning to sound. With an apology already on your lips, you turn to enter your house when you find yourself unable to move. As if an invisible barrier prevents you from progressing towards your house — which seems proven true as you inch towards the forest and suddenly cannot go back to where you were. With the unsettling pit in your stomach, you enter the forest once more.

Entering, you find the mist from before still evident, yet it parts for you. Curiosity sets in as you are further urged into the forest, stopping as you hear water trickling. A stream lays in front of you, waters more calm than your heart beat. You inhale, deciding to risk it as you wade through the stream. The water seeps into your shoes, the bottom of your dress becoming saturated. Progressing further into the mist, now a heavy fog, you find a large temple inside. It’s stable and perfectly standing, as if it isn’t centuries old. The two erected statues tell you the temple belongs to the spirits of the legend, finding a chill run through your blood as you realize your situation. Before you step foot onto the stairs, you turn to leave but are halted.

“Where do you think yer goin’?” A rough voice speaks. You whip around to see a tall, but handsome man. The hair is a dark grey color, eyes to match. What stuns you is the pair of grey fox ears, a tail that matches in color swishing behind him. His clothes remind you of the robe you found amongst the leaves.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, really!” You begin to plea, pulling on your wrist. “I-I didn’t mean to- to trespass!”

“What’d���ya mean? This is your home, y’know?” He seems genuinely confused, another stun to your body as his words settle. Home? This temple? Before you can refute him, another voice joins in.

“Ah, ‘Samu, I told ya humans are different. They don’t know the offering ritual, but I made sure to get our offerings. Our silly little human forgot about them,” he chuckles, looking at you. With the robe you found on one arm, the temari in his hand. “This was my offering, you know,” he gestures to the ball. “A precious item to me, it is. I’m glad you took care of it and cleaned it up. What a perfect little wife you’ll make,” his grin makes his words more sinister than they originally were. Fear spikes through your veins, your limbs suddenly shaking as you feel your legs give out. The one dubbed ‘Samu catches you, holding you bridal style as you find yourself hesitant to hold onto his robes.

“‘Tsumu, y’know I’m not watching humans like you do. That’s weird,” he cringes, nose scrunching up in disgust. ‘Tsumu seemed to get ticked off at that, growling. Only then did you notice how animal-like the both of them were, sporting fox ears and a tail to match. While ‘Samu had dark grey, ‘Tsumu spotted a saturated yellow hair color and slightly lighter ears and tail. So caught up in the view, you didn’t notice that the brothers has started walking, heading towards the temple.

“W-Wait, I can’t go with you! I’m— I’m not who you’re looking for!” Sputtering out the first things to pop into your mind, the two don’t stop.

“Of course yer who we’re looking for! You’re meant for us, meant to know your place with us. After all, why else would enter our domain, smelling so delicious as you do?”

“Smell— what?”

“‘Tsumu, stop bein’ cryptic. He’s saying you entered the forest during your heat cycle,”

“Well, ovulation in humans. Apparently, they’re not like us special spirits,”

“You’re ready for us, we can smell it. You’ll be the perfect mate for us to breed,” although ‘Samu seemed uninterested, you could feel how his chest seemed to heave as he inhaled deeply. The growling accompanying his final word sent slick between your folds as you held onto him close, afraid of falling.

Arriving at the top of the temple, you saw a cot that has been lain out, the soft cushioning big enough for the three of you. The sight of it had your brain going into overdrive, panicking as you attempted to leave ‘Samu’s arms. He complied, but his hands stayed firmly on your hips. “Time to get dressed,”

Before you could ask for an explanation, your clothes were practically torn off of you. Blood spilled onto your ripped dress, your side burning from where the claws caught you. The shreds fell to the temple floor, your hands flying to cover the exposed skin. While one hand covered the area between your legs, your arm held your breasts close to your chest. ‘Samu clicked his tongue, easily removing your hands from your body while ‘Tsumu slid on the robe, his claws lightly grazing your skin. He didn’t hide the fact he was admiring the view, either, his dark eyes gazing over each inch of skin you presented to him. Once the robe was on, you were released from ‘Samu’s hold, left to cover yourself up with the fabric. You’d deny it aloud, but the robe fit you perfectly.

“You’re gorgeous,” ‘Tsumu growled, shedding his own robe. Your hands came in front of you, hoping to somehow deter him when ‘Samu brought you backwards, to the cot presented. ‘Tsumu wasn’t far behind, dropping to his knees while you lay against the cot. It was softer than expected, more plush than it looks. ‘Samu had stripped of his own clothes, his robe hanging loosely on him by the ribbon around his waist. ‘Tsumu was different, his robe open and letting you see every inch of skin, but his arms still through the sleeves as if he was cold.

“I don’t—“ you began, your words interrupted by ‘Samu’s lips on yours, his tongue brushing against your closed lips as he deepened the kiss. ‘Tsumu’s touches had begun to litter your thighs, spreading your legs as he inhaled deeply. A finger touching your entrance had you jumping, only to be held firmly down by ‘Samu’s hands.

“You’re so wet, it’s hard to hold back,” ‘Tsumu growls out, his tongue lapping at your folds. You squirm and make a noise of displeasure, but ‘Samu is there to keep your focus on his lips and kisses. The more he kisses you, the hotter your body gets and the more you feel your resistance melt away. ‘Tsumu has his face between your thighs, licking and sucking on your clit, claws digging into the skin. It has you clenching around nothing, the hot pleasure from his tongue and burning sensation on your thighs. It isn’t until he removes himself from between your legs do you feel relaxed and at ease, as if your body is jelly. Your resistance is no more, a small whine coming from you when ‘Samu and ‘Tsumu remove themselves to admire their handiwork.

It’s a sudden change, the relaxing touches and breathless kisses are gone, replaced by the feverish touches of both men as they paw and scratch at your skin, ‘Samu’s teeth sinking into hot skin and lapping at the blood while ‘Tsumu presses less destructive kisses to your neck. With the air much too hot for your liking, a breathless moan leaves your lips when ‘Tsumu pulls your head back by your hair, spitting into your mouth and then kissing you. With his tongue tracing your teeth and his growls being swallowed up by your mouth, you’re oblivious to ‘Samu. With his cock in one hand, he kneads your thigh with his other hand as he rubs along your folds.

“‘Tsumu, move off,” ‘Samu growls, pushing the fox spirit off of you, his large frame colliding with the wooden planks of the temple. You find yourself on your hands and knees, ass in the air while the robe is promptly stripped off of you, lain underneath you. ‘Samu licks his lips, lining himself up with you entrance while ‘Tsumu gets his balance back. The first press in has you screaming, but it isn’t just because he’s big. His thickness is something you never expected, but with his calloused hands on your hips, bringing you back into his hips with no regards to adjusting you. A guttural groan comes from ‘Samu, head thrown back as he basks in the pleasure of being buried in your cunt. ‘Tsumu is now back to you, his hard cock in front of your face.

With another rough thrust, one that has you practically bouncing off ‘Samu’s cock, ‘Tsumu has you wrapping your lips around his. You can’t take it all in, that’d be impossible. With a pair of hands on your hips, you’re brought to ‘Samu while the pair of hands tangled in your hair pulls you towards ‘Tsumu. Lips pressed firmly against ‘Tsumu’s cock as your tongue runs under the length, running over the bulging veins and ridges you find. Your eyes are screwed shut, unable to stay open while ‘Samu splits you on his cock, somehow forcing himself deeper and deeper inside of you. It isn’t until you’re finally bouncing flush against him do you feel something strange on his cock. It’s only then do you open your eyes, looking at ‘Tsumu’s cock that has a large bulb at the base of it, growing in size the more you suck on him. Hollowing out you cheeks has ‘Tsumu groaning, claws digging into your scalp as he forces himself down your throat. He doesn’t force the bulb in your throat, thankfully, but he does coat your throat in his cum.

“Your mouth is fucking hot, little human. It’s like you were made to take us,” he breathes out, panting. You’re coughing, feeling Samu’s thrusts speed up as he brings you close to him, but he pulls out at the last moment to spill all over your back.

“With our scent on you, you’ll be stuck by our side until you pass,” ‘Samu is in a similar situation, chest heaving as you’re flipped over. You’re then placed on ‘Tsumu’s lap, his cock rubbing between your folds as he grinds into you. “But we’ll take you together first,”

“So no hard feelings, right ‘Samu?”

“Right, ‘Tsumu,” the agree, Tsumu’s cock rubbing into you and then prodding at your drooling cunt. He slips the tip in, the feeling similar to ‘Samu’s thick cock. Speaking of ‘Samu, he’s quick to stick his own tip back in, stretching you out farther then you expected. A silent scream comes from you as tears spill down your cheeks, both of them thrusting into you as your cunt burns.

Split open on their cocks, you’re helpless. Nails digging into ‘Samu’s shoulders as his hands once more find themselves on your hips. ‘Tsumu’s hands are keeping your legs spread, the view of you sucking in both their cocks on display as they thrusts in tandem. When one pulls out, the other thrusts in and vice versa. The rhythm they set is one that works, their lips finding opposite sides on your neck to kiss and lick, teeth grazing the skin. You feel a buildup of your own orgasm as they plow into you, your walls squeezing them as they pick up the pace. Their rhythm gets sloppy, short growls from each as their bulbs start to grow again.

When ‘Tsumu sinks his teeth into you, your scream is one of pleasure as you reach your high, coating both of their cocks a milky white cream, the liquid falling to their base and dripping down. ‘Samu sinks his teeth into your skin on the opposite side as they both push into your tight cunt, a scream and shiver running through you as the do, their bulbs inflating inside to stretch you even more.

You’re completely stuck, their cocks inside you as they lap at your wounds. It’s only when you squirm do they start talking. “You’ll get used to it,”

“After all we have a week,”

“You’ll be able to take our knots with no problem,”

“All your holes will be used to taking us,”

Their words don’t ease you concern, but the fact that once they leave your warm cunt, they’re still hard and readying you for round two. The heat encompassing your body refuses to leave, their skin as sweaty and hot as yours. With their relentless stamina and obsession with pumping all their seed into you, you’re positive you’ll get pregnant.

[antebunny]

Hello yes this is a skit based on the Maleficent AU over on @angstymdzsthoughts because I am sad and I enjoy making my favorite characters sad when I am sad:

It is dark in the Cloud Recesses when Wei Wuxian loses his wings.

He stumbles through this darkness, because his legs are shaking so bad that he cannot run or walk properly, and he must run because he can no longer fly. His hair is wild and messy, spilling over his back without anything to hold it up. He’s only partially dressed, because he was only wearing his under robes when it happened and his hands were shaking so bad that he couldn’t manage to pull on his outer robes before he heard the sound of Lan Zhan’s footsteps returning, and then he lost all semblance of logic and ran.

Now, the wind rustles through his inner layers and he shivers, even though with his level of cultivation he isn’t cold. Wei Wuxian has made the journey from the Jiang guest disciple quarters to Lan Zhan’s Jingshi so many times after dark that he knows the path by heart, and that is the only reason why now, with his mind in a total state of panic and his legs barely functioning, he doesn’t get lost on the journey back.

It’s barely past five in the morning, so his siblings are both fast asleep when he throws open the door and falls to his knees. But Jiang Cheng is a light sleeper, and he stirs at the noise.

“Wei Wuxian?” Jiang Cheng says blearily, voice rough with sleep.

When the only response is Wei Wuxian’s heavy breathing, as if he’s just run a marathon, Jiang Cheng rolls over and rubs his eyes. Without sitting up, he lights a talisman. The light illuminates Wei Wuxian, frozen in the doorway, cheeks stained with tears he doesn’t remember shedding, shaking like a leaf. Missing his signature black wings that make–made–him the crow spirit.

Jiang Cheng bolts upright, all traces of sleep gone. He unfurls his massive white wings, tossing the blankets off. “What happened?” Jiang Cheng demands loudly. Without giving Wei Wuxian a chance to answer, he turns and runs to the other side of the room, past Wei Wuxian’s bed which he hasn’t been in more than a handful of times since he got engaged, to where Jiang Yanli is sleeping. “A-Li. A-Li! Wake up!”

Jiang Yanli wakes slowly, but she too bolts upright when she hears the panic in her brother’s voice. “What’s wrong?” She asks.

Jiang Cheng lights another tailsman. “Look!”

Jiang Yanli follows his pointed finger to where Wei Wuxian is still kneeling on the floorboards, shivering and shaking and wingless. “Oh no,” she says tremulously. She almost falls out of bed in her haste to get to Wei Wuxian’s side, and when she does, her hands flit helplessly over his shoulders, unsure of how to comfort him without hurting him further. Eventually, she grips his shaking hands in her own steady, warm hands, and peers into his bright silver eyes. “A-Xian, what happened?”

Wei Wuxian closes his mouth and tries to summon words from his dry throat. When he opens his mouth, his lips are shaking so bad he stutters over every word. “L-Lan Z-Zhan…”

“Lan Wangji?” Jiang Cheng repeats. He stands over his siblings, brow drawn in confusion. “Did something happen to him?”

Wei Wuxian shakes his head jerkily. “N-no,” Wei Wuxian says weakly. “L-Lan Zhan, he…” Wei Wuxian swallows hard and tries again. “He c-c-” His teeth clack together, and he can’t get the words out. His eyes squeeze shut, and more tears escape. “H-he c-c-cut–”

Jiang Yanli actually gasps in horror at that. “He cut off your wings?”

Eyes still closed, all Wei Wuxian can manage to do is nod miserably, tears falling anew.

Jiang Cheng makes a snarl nearly incoherent with rage. “He did what,” the youngest Jiang demands, while Jiang Yanli squeezes Wei Wuxian’s hands tighter and presses their foreheads together. “Why?” Jiang Cheng continues furiously. “He’s your fiance!”

Wei Wuxian can’t even shrug with his shoulders shaking so much, so instead he remains kneeling there on the floor, still wracked with sobs.

“I’ll kill him,” Jiang Cheng snarls, already grabbing Sandu.

Wei Wuxian flinches at the sound of Jiang Cheng unsheathing his sword. In his mind he’s back in Lan Zhan’s bed, face down when Lan Zhan rolls him over, half-asleep and dimly hearing Lan Zhan unsheathe Bichen, and then–

“A-Cheng, wait,” Jiang Yanli says, before Jiang Cheng can go running off in the dark to challenge the Second Jade of Lan to a duel to the death. “We have to take care of A-Xian.”

Jiang Cheng stops, albeit grudgingly. He sheathes Sandu and watches as Jiang Yanli carefully peels the top half of Wei Wuxian’s robes off, revealing his bare back. All that’s left are two black mounds where his proud wings once were. Jiang Yanli’s own white swan wings instinctively unfurl when she sees this, automatically going to wrap her A-Xian in them.

“But why,” Jiang Cheng says, frustrated. “I thought he–I mean, you’re–you were going to get married!”

Wei Wuxian shakes even harder at that. “I d-don’t k-know,” he sobs. “I don’t know.”

Jiang Yanli makes the connection first, eyes widening in horror once more. “A-Cheng,” she says. “What was the name of Qingheng-jun’s wife?”

Jiang Cheng frowns, thrown off by the seemingly random question when all he can do is stare at the horrifying scars on his brother’s back. “Madame Lan,” he says uncertainly. “I don’t…why?”

“What about the Sect Leader Lan before him?” Jiang Yanli presses. “And before that?”

Every generation, a Jiang has gone missing. Some on night hunts, some from their rooms in various sects, but always in the human realm. And every year, the heavenly Jiangs send a delegation to keep up relations with the human cultivation sects. Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian warned the delegation this year to be on their guard, because it had been about one human generation since the last Jiang, a rogue cultivator from Yunmeng named Zhang Jue, disappeared. But Wei Wuxian and his siblings had never imagined that it was the Lans all this time who’d been making the Jiangs disappear.

Jiang Cheng thinks back to all the lessons Lan Qiren has given on the history and the rules of the Gusu Lans, during which he must have at some point mentioned those names. “I don’t know,” Jiang Cheng realizes, stunned. “Do you mean…this was all a plot?” He grows furious again, shaking with rage on behalf of his brother. “The only reason Lan Wangji proposed was so that he could do this?!”

Wei Wuxian sobs even harder in Jiang Yanli’s arms, devastated by the thought that his love for Lan Zhan had never been returned. Jiang Yanli cradles his head in her arms, desperately trying to soothe him.

“Here’s what we���re going to do,” Jiang Yanli says. Her voice shakes but her tone is stone-cold resolute. “A-Cheng, get all of our disciples out of the Cloud Recesses,  now. I will fly A-Xian up to Lotus Pier and explain everything to Mother and Father.”

She helps Wei Wuxian to his feet, and pulls his robes back over his shoulders. Gradually, his breathing evens out, and he wipes the tears from his face with his fists.

“And then,” Jiang Yanli continues, once both of her brothers have nodded, “we’re going to get A-Xian’s wings back.”

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night

[ohmygoodnessgraciouss]

Reality Check - Chapter 5

Here we are once again!  Check out the #Reality Check Masterlist tag on the bottom if you need the other chapters.  A new masterlist will be created sometime this week! Enjoy! <3 I love you all 3000

Summary: Y/N and Wanda were very close after returning in 2023.  The two bonded over the loss of their partners.  It wasn’t enough to keep Wanda grounded after she found Vision’s body though, and Wanda wants the best for her friend.  Unfortunately for Y/N, this means she’s going to be thrown into a reality she wasn’t expecting.

Notes: Y’all are going to lose your minds.  There are no warnings.  I can’t spoil when we’re this close.  Just know that this has been in mind the entire time.  I couldn’t let you all know the entire plot so early on ;) 

Just as you were finishing up breakfast the lights went out.  The only light now was the sun peeking through the windows of the kitchen, illuminating the room with a soft glow.  The bacon was still sizzling in the pan and you groaned.  Suddenly, the water pipe burst in the sink as well, causing water to spray everywhere.  “Can this day get any better?!” You ran over to the water pipes underneath the sink, turning the valves until they shut off completely.  

Water continued to drip from the counters, soaking everything near it.  Just as you were grabbing towels Loki walked in, his eyes still showing signs of sleep in them.  “What happened?  I heard you yelp,” He asked, concerned. 

“The power went out and the water pipe burst.  A great combination if I do say so myself.”  Your voice was laced with sarcasm as Loki brought a few more towels over, covering the floor and stomping on them to soak up the water.  

“Don’t worry about it love, these things happen.” He smiled a little, trying to help you feel better about it.  

“Well, look at it this way,” You said, walking over to the other side of the counter.  The plate of pancakes and bacon sat there, perfectly made, unharmed from the water.  “Fate gave us a break with breakfast.” You grinned, holding up the plate to him.  He laughed lightly and pulled out two smaller plates from the cupboard. 

“A not-so-perfect start to the day, but a start nonetheless.” 

~

You placed the plates in the sink once you were done, completely forgetting that you couldn’t clean them up just yet.  You thought about what you could do and decided it may be best to go see if Wanda or Geraldine were having similar issues.  It would be a chance to get out of the house and find out if the entire neighborhood was having these problems too. 

“Loki, I’m going to go out and see if anyone else is having problems.  It could be better than asking an electrician to come over just yet.” You stated, putting your shoes on.  Loki walked over to you before responding. 

“Alright, stay safe, my love.” He kissed the top of your head.  You smiled at the affection but you were slightly confused. 

“I’m just going out around the neighborhood.  I’ll be alright, I promise,” You laughed a little.  Loki’s concern seemed so out of place for him.  You didn’t remember him ever being that protective of you.  Then again, how long ago would that have been exactly? “What’s got you so worked up lately?” 

“It’s nothing much.  It just feels like so much is changing so quickly.  And it feels like you’re changing with it.  Not-” He quickly stopped himself, “Not in that sense.  I mean, it’s changing you in a way that I’m worried will harm you.”  

“Things may be changing, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing.  It’s good that there’s change.  Maybe it’s something we need here.” You smiled.  “I’ll see you later, hon.”  

You walked out the door and down the street.  Oddly enough, there weren’t many people outside.  Taking a peek into their windows you could see that it was all dark.  Not a single light shone in them, nor did a person walk by.  It was like they were frozen in time.  

As you made your way to Wanda’s house, you noticed Agnes and Vision talking.  It looked like Herb was next to Agnes.  The three of them seemed to having a nice discussion as they laughed about something.  What you found odd, however, was the man standing across the street watching them.  His black hair was slicked back and he was in a suit.  It was Scott.  

You waved over to him and walked across to say hello.  After the ordeal that went down with him yesterday, a part of you was just drawn to him.  You weren’t sure if you wanted to apologize for being rude or find out what he was going on about.  Either way, he noticed you and smiled, breaking your train of thought.  “Y/N, how lovely to see you.”  

“Hey Scott, what’s with the suit?  It’s a Saturday, who goes to work today?” You asked, laughing a little.  He looked down to the ground quickly before meeting your eyes again.  A kind of sadness seemed to loom in his eyes. 

“I had to go into the office today to take care of some work.  The boss apparently decided that I needed to get something done by Monday if I wanted a promotion.  It didn’t take long, but it ended with a meeting so I had to make sure I dressed properly.” 

“The boss needed you on a Saturday?  Well, I can’t say much, except that I feel sorry for you.”  The two of you shared a laugh which she seemed to catch Agnes’ eye momentarily.  You noticed the quick glance she gave the two of you before resuming her discussion.  “Well, aside from that, how are you doing?” 

“Well, I’m... Alright, we can say.  I was actually looking for you, so I’m glad to see you.” He said.  Your head tilted in confusion. 

“Me?  Why were you looking for me?” 

Something in his eyes seemed to change again.  You couldn’t place your finger on the emotion though.  He hesitated before he responded, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully before replying.  It was like he needed to know what the right answer was to a simple question.  “I wanted to check on you.  Gossip spreads around this town faster than you think.  Agnes had already mentioned you running off from the talent show to me.  I wanted to check on you.” 

“Check on me?  Oh, that woman.  She’s so nosy, it drives me up the wall sometimes.  I swear if you ever mentioned what you told me to that woman, she’d let the entire town know in less than sixty seconds,” You shook your head.  He chuckled, nodding in agreement.  

“Yes, I know.  That’s why I trusted you with that information and not her.  However... I wanted to apologize for that.  That was a lot I asked from you in such a short amount of time, especially when we had just met.  Could we start over?” He asked. 

“Absolutely, Scott.  I wouldn’t want anything else.”  You grinned.  

~

“Wanda, are you sure you want to go here?” You asked, looking down at the address she had written down.  She nodded, watching you grab the car keys and pull on a jacket. 

“Vision wanted me to go there.  He wanted me to see it.  Even if he’s not there to see it too.”  She looked down dejectedly.  You brought her into a hug before pulling the address up on Google Maps.  

“Alright, let’s go see this place.” 

The drive itself was quiet, the radio muted as you listened to the directions.  Neither of you spoke a word on the three-hour trip.  It was all the way over in New Jersey, which confused you.  What was so special about this place?  

You drove into a town that seemed run down.  People still lived in it, clearly, as you saw them walk down the cracked pavement following the street.  Some sat down in front of restaurants as others spoke in hushed whispers, clearly confused by the visitors coming to their town.  

You turned down countless streets that all looked the same.  Houses lined up next to each other with busy lawns, filled with weeds and trees that grew to monstrous heights.  Some of the homes didn’t seem to be very well taken care of, leading you to believe they had been abandoned there for years.  “Are you sure this is it?” You asked her once more, breaking the silence. 

“Yes, I’m positive.”  She looked down at a paper that she had finally pulled out ten minutes ago.  You couldn’t look down to see it, but out of the corner of your eye you saw red markings on it.  

“If you’re sure.  Then, this is it.”  You pulled up to an empty lot that sat between houses.  You stopped the car, watching her take a deep breath.  You finally looked at what the paper was.  It was a deed for the land.  The red markings were a heart, with a small message from Vision.  You smiled sadly at the note.  

“Thank you, Y/N.  Thank you for doing this.” She said, her voice failing her towards the end.  You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as she unbuckled.  

“Do you need some time here alone?  I need to go get gas anyway for when we leave.  I can come pick you up in a few minutes.” You offered.  She contemplated it for a minute before finally nodding.  By the downward turns at the corners of her lips you could tell she couldn’t say anything. She got out of the car wordlessly and walked to the center of the lot.  

You drove away, watching her with sad eyes through your mirror.  You knew she needed this moment and you hoped it would only help her move on.  

You drove about a mile outside of town to get gas when you noticed the bright burst of energy behind you.  You could only watch in amazement as the red magic filled the air, creating a huge barrier.  You recognize it immediately as Wanda’s magic.  

Instead of getting gas you got in the car and drove back to Westview, reaching the barrier.  Its magic swirled and the energy radiating from it was warm, almost trying to drag you in with it.  You walked slowly to the barrier, looking for anyone else around.  There wasn’t a single soul.  

You knew you should’ve called someone, anyone, to help you.  You had no idea what this magic would do, but as you pushed your hand through it you knew it was too late.  You were immediately pulled into the barrier and you blacked out.

~

“Y/N, may I ask you a question?” He asked, watching Agnes talk to Vision once again.  You followed his eyes, noticing the strange aura that seemed to float around them.  It looked tense, as if they were about ready to start fighting about something.  

“Of course, what is it?” You asked. 

“Do you remember the time-” He stopped himself.  “Nevermind, it’s not important.” He saw Agnes look over at him, a deadly glare in her eyes.  Whether it was from fear or anger, her eyes seemed to send a chill down his spine involuntarily.  “I should get going.  There is some more business I must take care of and I’m sure you were on your way somewhere too.” 

“Oh, yes!  I was going to see if Wanda or Geraldine had power.  It seems like the power went out in a few parts of the street, so there’s your warning.  You may go back to a dark house!” The two of you shared a laugh. 

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” He began to walk away as you walked across the street.  Vision and Agnes were tense, so maybe you could break the ice. 

“Hey neighbors, how are you all doing?” You asked.  They turned to you, their faces breaking out in wide smiles.  

“Hi hon, what are you doing all the way over here?” She asked. 

“I wanted to see if Wanda was having any issues with the power as well.  It seems like something knocked out the power down the street.” You smiled.  Agnes nodded understandingly.  

“Unfortunately my house got knocked out too.  I just got it back though, so you may be in luck when you get home,” She turned to Herb once she finished her statement. 

“Well either way, hello Vision, how are you doing?” You asked, turning to him now that Agnes clearly didn’t want to talk anymore.  

“I’m doing just fine, Y/N, thank you for asking.  Well, I could be better.” He said, looking over to the house momentarily. 

“Why’s that?  Something wrong at home?” 

“Well, no not exactly.  Wanda was pregnant and she just had our two sons, Billy and Tommy.” He said it proudly, but then his mood took a turn.  “I’m just not prepared for it.  I’m worried something will go wrong.” 

“Wanda was pregnant?!” Was the first thing to come out of your mouth.  The last time you saw her was just yesterday and she wasn’t showing at all.  How did it happen so quickly? 

“Yes, she was.  It was a surprise to us all, I can assure you of that.  A happy surprise, of course,” He chuckled, trying to ease his worries himself. 

“Oh, don’t start with that Vision.  This will be wonderful!  You two have an even bigger family now.  And you know everyone around here is going to be super supportive of you two the entire time.  We’re all neighbors, we’re here to help whenever you need it.” 

He smiled, looking at the ground.  “Thank you very much, Y/N, it means a lot.  Wanda and I will probably need it every once in a while.  Handling one son would be a handful, but handling twin boys will be a challenge we didn’t expect.” 

“It’s nothing you guys won’t be able to handle, I’m sure.  Is she feeling alright?  Could I go see her?” 

“Oh yes, absolutely.  I’m sure she would be delighted to see you,” He smiled, stepping aside.  “I have to discuss something with Agnes anyway, so I will see you inside.” 

You smiled and nodded, walking into the home.  There you saw Wanda and Geraldine holding the babies.  “Well isn’t this a joyful surprise,” You commented.  Wanda turned around quickly, her eyes lighting up at your presence.  

“Y/N!  Welcome, come in, come in,” She smiled, looking down at Billy in her arms.  “I want you to meet my boys, Billy and Tommy.” 

Geraldine smiled softly and handed Tommy to you.  His eyes were shut but you could tell he looked just like a perfect mix of Wanda and Vision.  He fit in your arms perfectly, snuggled in his blanket.  “They’re beautiful, Wanda.” 

Tommy slowly woke up, his bright eyes staring up at you in curiosity.  You were surprised to see newborns be so active, but what did you know about babies?  Maybe they’re just a little different.  

He stuck one of his arms out of the blanket, pressing his hand up against his eye as he slowly woke up, trying to rub the tiredness out.  He cooed a little and you could see the love in Wanda’s eyes as he did.  “Hey there, little guy,” You smiled, holding up your hand near him.  When you placed your pinky in his hand he immediately grasped it.  It was such a simple act that made your heart skip a beat.  

You giggled and slowly moved your finger away from him.  “Oh, Y/N, could you please go grab something from my bedroom upstairs.  I have a book up there on the shelf.  It’s the second door on the right.  It’s a baby book and I want to know what else to expect from these two,” She said, pointing up the stairs.  

You nodded.  “Of course!  Here, Geraldine, can you take Tommy?” You gave her Tommy and started making your way upstairs.  

You found the door and entered.  It was a simple room.  The bed had a dark frame with white sheets.  The red comforter was tucked in neatly and the pillows were underneath.  The bedside tables had matching lamps, a clock on one side.  To the right you could see a closet hidden by two doors.  A bookshelf stood next to the closet.  That must have been the shelf you needed. 

The bookshelf was littered with different colored books of all sizes.  One was a dictionary, another was a fiction novel, another seemed to be on some sort of philosophy.  It was almost like you could pinpoint whose book was whose.  

The one book stood off to the side.  A baby blue cover, a little binkie on the front.  The title was simply “What to Expect: The First Year.”  It had a small red glow around it, much like the items in the store just yesterday.  You picked the book up and the glow dissipated.  You flipped through the pages lightly while beginning to walk out of the room. 

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud crash come from downstairs.  You ran towards the stairs, hiding immediately when you saw the large hole created in the wall.  Wanda stood across from it, the eerie red glow surrounding her hands.  It had to have been Geraldine who had gone flying through the wall.  She wasn’t there anymore and the hole was large enough for a person. 

You watched in amazement as Wanda began moving her hands around, the wall repairing itself.  It was like magic.  The red glow faded from her hands and she straightened out her dress.  She turned back towards the twins.  

To avoid raising suspicion, you began walking down the stairs.  “I found it!” You said, handing the book over to her.  She smiled and thanked you for it, opening the book to a specific chapter.  “Where’s Geraldine?” You asked, looking around innocently. 

“She had to go.  She didn’t belong.”

Oh yeah.  You have to get out of there. 

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Scott walked up to the house, knocking on the door.  He straightened out his suit as he waited for an answer.  This had to be the right house.  No other house was like it on the street.  If it wasn’t, he was about to be in big trouble by the boss.  

Loki opened the door, a gentle smile on his face.  “Hello-” He was immediately cut off as Scott walked in, taking his shirt collar.  He shut the door and slammed Loki up against it.  Loki’s eyes widened at the action.  “What are you doing?” 

A knife was quickly placed against his neck.  Scott glared at the man before him with steely eyes.  “Who are you?” 

“And why are you pretending to be me?” 

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[andraaste]

I am not your enemy - Lance fanfiction part 16

The Chapter is finally out my Guardians 🐉

Chapter 16 : In the deepest memories of the last of the dragons

My hands would follow their path taken for several minutes, forming various abstract forms of their weak caresses. Many chills arose from time to time with my fingers when I explored new areas but no protest was ever heard, which prompted me to venture out again and again, savoring this almost suspended moment in time.

Blinking hard with white lids in the dim daylight streaming through the curtains, my gaze fell for a moment on the long locks that partially obscured Lance's sleeping face. With his head resting on my bare chest, he didn't seem to want to wake up from his deep sleep, an arm slung over my request now firmly pressed against him.

I directed my caresses a little higher until I reached a scaly area on his shoulder. Fascinated, I drew each outline as if to come to memorize them, surprised to feel them vibrate with each passage of my fingers.

It had been some time since I realized one thing. One thing who, each time he let me see it, filled my heart a little more with new feelings.

More and more often in my presence, Lance seemed to forget his barriers. So sometimes the young man let an infinite number of improbably colored scales run over his skin while, at other times, his ice ran through my body without any logic, drawing complex and involuntary shapes. I’m always surprised at the sweetness of these manifestations, yet they are born of a raw, primitive nature. Because despite his human appearance, Lance was nonetheless a dragon whose instincts he had and, beyond the brutality that accompanied some, I loved to see him let go. I had the impression that in those rare moments when the barrier between his two forms was weakening, he could finally relax, really be himself.

But to share with him this moment of physical intimacy In purely instinctive outbursts, he loved to mark me with his presence, ranging from his powers to his scent and at times, to his claws. Lance had been unintentionally brutal at times, but was it strange if I admitted that I absolutely loved every moment ?

The dragon pulled me out of my reveries, stirring lightly. Lifting his face with still sleeping features, he arched an eyebrow as he analyzed the situation, his gaze drifting over our still naked bodies. My breath quickened as one of his hands lingered on the slope of my hip as his eyes were already dark with desire. Without warning, he tightened his embrace and rocked over me. His long hair tickled my face as he leaned down to explore every inch of my neck, making me moan in spite of myself with languor.

- Hello, my angel, he said in a hoarse voice against my skin.

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders as a weary smile stretched my lips.

- Hello, my great dragon.

Lance laughed in the crook of my collarbone as he let his icy hands rest on my thighs, causing goose bumps to grow in the grooves of his palms. His lips entered the slope of my jaw, and when they finally met mine, it was with some authority that he lifted my legs on either side of his narrow hips.

We kissed for a long time, our tongues meeting without delay to deepen our embrace. Between my legs, I felt him pulsing more and more vigorously, increasing with maddening speed the desire that had not left me.

- You do well not to forget in whose arms you find, he amused himself in a voice with a much deeper sound than usual.

I dug my nails vigorously into his muscular back as his hips pushed against my lower abdomen.

- How could I, exactly ? I questioned him with difficulty, so much the least of his gestures obsessed me. You don't really help me forget it...

- It's true that I can't keep my human form completely, with you.

- I don't mind, you know, I said with a laugh.

A gentle smile lit up his face, which features often so harsh. In a light mood, the dragon lifted my chin with his fingers to orient my face in his direction. I plunged without hesitation into his eyes which had occupied all my thoughts for several weeks.

Becoming serious again, we didn’t say the least for several long seconds, we observe with a heavy look of meaning.

- Andraste...

I knew what was going on in his head.

We.

Our relationship, our past, our present... To be in each other's arms was absurd, totally unconventional and we were both deeply aware of it. What would become of each other once we got out of this room ?

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing we could become for each other. And we knew it.

Deciding to stop our respective paths of thought, I crossed the short distance between us, feverishly pressing my lips against his. I kissed him with anger, despair, envy. I placed my fears in those powerful hands that encircled my hips, those greedy lips that devoured mine as if to come and seek some breath. I needed to feel him losing control, needed to drown in his eyes that screamed at me that they loved me.

Or at least, during these short, resolutely forbidden moments.

- Please, don't say anything, I said between two kisses, starting to move my pelvis against his. We'll have plenty of time to worry about this later.

Seeming to consider my words at first, Lance suddenly planted one of his hands on my hip as I shifted more and more vigorously under his weight that crushed me. Not giving me time to think, he shamelessly slipped two fingers inside me without ever taking my eyes off suddenly feverish. Reaching my guard, he stirred slowly but confidently, torturing me with his thumb a little higher. My God, I had never wanted someone so much, I was sure.

Each of his movements made a myriad of sensations explode in the pit of my stomach, making me turn my head with his precise gestures. My pelvis quickly accompanies his fingers, guiding them silently while each of my moans is found drawn to his lips. When a multitude of stars erupted in my field of vision, I firmly grabbed his throat as he led me over the edge of the precipice without warning.

As I lost ground, I noticed with a blank eye that my light was diffused into him. Starting from the base of his neck just under my palm, it illuminated him tanned skin with its bright, warm colors. In this story, it wasn't Lance who lost control the most.

I think it was me.

Not that I ever really had control over my powers, that would have been lying. But I no longer control anything. My emotions, my fears, my desires; I was constantly jostled, tossed about between everything.

When the dragon in turn realized that I was marking him without permission with my light, he groaned in satisfaction before promptly removing his fingers from my privacy. I didn't have time to figure out what was happening to me as I already found myself astride him, Lance having grabbed me to reverse our places, his hands feverishly running my back as his tongue attacked my chest. Tilting my head back, I let his hungry mouth move up to my ear, biting my skin with his suddenly sharper teeth until it slightly marked me.

With one hand, I pushed him away in order to come and press his back authoritatively against the mattress. His gaze darkens again as I lean over him, starting a slow descent from his abdomen. Another gasp escaped him as my palm met his erection, slowly working its way up from the base to the end, never taking my eyes away from his. Lance slid his fingers in an inordinately gentle gesture through my hair to achieve my face, making it easier for me. His hands began to shake slightly when I finally took him in my mouth, unable to fully accommodate him as long as he was imposing.

His breathing quickened as I started my task, fascinated to be able to discover him in my turn as he had done that night with my body. Very soon, I heard him utter several quiet moans which excited me to the highest point before he hastily tugged at my hair to make me lift my head. Bluntly, he pulled me up to him while vigorously grabbing my lips, framing my face with his large hands.

- I think I want you too much, my angel.

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The water hit my head heresy, hitting my long hair hard against my shoulders. How long have I been wandering here ? My eyes narrowed at the force of the rain that fell on me, I moved forward as in a kind of constant blur.

My gaze was followed by a small shadow which is quickly in front of me. Running under the downpours, she didn't seem to feel them, moving freely in the surrounding darkness. I put a feverish hand in front of my face to try to make out something around, having lost the figure between the trees. Sailing blind, a childish laugh catches my attention as I push two branches in my path. Deciding to follow the sound of that unfamiliar voice, I sank deeper into what looked like a real maze.

The closer I got to the shadow, the more it seemed to take shape before my eyes. Very soon, I could make out rainbow-colored hair that blended into pale skin, accompanied by two small horns. The young girl was running innocently, as light as the air despite the brutality of the force of nature that fell on me. My heart skipped a beat when I thought I was losing sight of her again, which prompted me to pick up my pace even more. I stumbled many times, sliding across the muddy ground, hitting oversized roots. The thundering sound of the rain covered the sound of my frantic breath, my hair clinging to my face, entering my mouth, sticking to my eyelashes. My sight was diminishing, darkness absorbed me with its cold arms.

I didn't know what to do anymore, I was lost.

But suddenly the little girl's big silent eyes appeared in front of me. An arm outstretched in my direction, she invited me to join, as bright as the sun. When my fingers made contact with her skin, the scenery changed completely, making my head spin at breakneck speed.

The movements finally calmed down. I immediately recognized the Crystal Room, but it wasn’t the one I knew now.

Several people with unfamiliar faces stood in front of me. With serious faces, they were discussing without seeming to notice my presence.

- He will be the one we send there.

- A Guard Chief, when the situation is totally out of control there ?!

- He's far too young !

- Bring him in, cut in the man who seemed to be the decision-maker here.

A shiver ran through my back as the door opened wide, letting slow, sure footsteps echo through the room. When the young man in question passes close to me, brushing my right arm in the process, a sharp sensation marked my skin under my sleeve. He seemed to feel it too, for the expression on his face changed for a brief moment, almost flustered. His gaze caressed mine without actually seeing me.

- Lance, we were expecting you.

Continuing on his way, a confident smile widened the full lips of the dragon with such youthful features.

- Please excuse me for being late, Master Kaze.

Completely caught up with what was happening in front of my eyes, I was surprised to find the young girl's little fingers wrapped around my forearm. When I turned my head in her direction, the world shifted once again.

A companion collapsed at my feet, spurting blood against my legs. A violent gag took hold of me when its organs fell from the gaping wound that sawed through its stomach. Horrified, I backed up several meters when my attention was signaled by a huge dragon crashing into the rocks not far from me, all with a thudding noise. In a last rattle that comes back to my stomach, the creature collapses to the ground before taking on a semi-human form. Tears flooded my cheeks as I rushed over to him.

- LANCE !

My voice creaked, broke in my throat. I could only see the red puddle that gradually spread around his neck like a macabre web when my vision changed once again.

I was sitting on a bed in a windowless room. Beside me, a small gas light glowing faintly in the dark. Looking down, I noticed I was perfectly dry. No more blood stained my clothes.

- So if I understood correctly, you want to help me break this damn Crystal ?

A harsh laugh shook the broad shoulders of the young man as his interlocutor didn’t move a millimeter, perfectly stoic.

- You understood me very well, Ashkore. Do you want to make this deal, yes or no ?

Lance's gaze shone with a gleam that made my blood run cold. A carnivorous smile crossed his crazy-looking face.

- Very well, my dear deamon. But don't think you'll get me right.

The light suddenly went out, revealing once again the bluish color of the great Crystal.

Serenity reigned in the room. This time, no sound comes to disturb the religious calm of this atmosphere. A movement at the back of the room made me turn around anyway, revealing Lance once again.

Alone, casually assisting on the floor, his gaze didn’t seem to want to leave the luminescent jewel.

His eyes had never been so dark.

- That was the last time he was here, until you woke up.

I jumped at the sound of the small voice behind my back. The young girl stands there, motionless. I hesitated for a moment.

- Ophelia... where are we ? I questioned weakly, having her decide to disappear again.

Her expressionless gaze was lost for a moment in the void behind me. I thought she wouldn't answer me.

- In the deepest memories of the last of the dragons.

- But why ? What are we doing here ?

Walling herself in silence, she walked straight ahead until she crossed my body and passed to the other side.

- You have to find the answer for yourself, Andraste.

The recommended image to blur around me. No, not now, I had to catch up with her !

- Ophelia !

Abruptly opening my eyes, I woke up sweating in my bed, breathing heavily from my parted lips.

I was dumbfounded when I realized that tiny ice crystals were forming under my astonished gaze.

Damn, what happened to me ?

(Chapter 17)