#and that's the closest to 'torso' i have but i feel like it doesn't quite count since it can be displayed with a tank top

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

I have officially reached "yeah, you know what to do" level of tattood when the tattoo artist is about to go through the aftercare instructions

[stargirl-writes]

devotion

pairing : f! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.3k

masterlist | ao3 link

summary

when you decided to sleep with anakin skywalker, you have set an arrangement to keep it purely physical. but it was getting harder to repress that you've fallen for him. and tonight, you aren't sure if you can keep seeing him in like this anymore.

tags : angst, hurt/no comfort, pining.

warnings : !mature content! (implication of sexual themes, but not discussed) and drinking. kind of a cliffhanger (i'm debating whether i should make another part still)

notes : hello lovely people, i'm currently hyperfixiating on media referring/relating love to faith and cannibalism (as smone with religious trauma haha!) so here's my tiny drabble on that, i hope ya like it 🪽

likes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated!

Corruption begins at the mouth. To consume the flesh— the wanting. The thought of being ready to devote entirely. And to be devoured with the same intensity.

So when you agreed to have sex with Anakin Skywalker, you convinced yourself it was purely physical. The attraction has always been there, one of you is bound to break, and to your favor, Anakin had been the one to come to your quarters.

But it doesn't matter. Whatever you feel is overcome by your fear of intimacy. You can satiate the physical sensations without ever needing to commit.

He wanted you. And you wanted him — in the same manner. Purely physical, that was the arrangement you set.

The days are most exhausting but you can give into the relief of coming apart by Anakin's touch, and his hungry kisses, and his deep thrusts. You'd forget the stresses of the galaxies. You'd allow him to hold you, without him knowing that no one has ever stood to your soul as he does when his eyes fix on you at the edge of your climax.

And Anakin would fuck like you were the most beautiful thing he'd got his hands on. He becomes greedy, he'd become the closest thing to intimacy you can define.

It never mattered how you felt before.

He always made sure to have you feel good first, and you'd always make him crumble by your touch after.

It was a mutual exchange.

There's no need to complicate such a clear line by confusing his kisses as something romantic.

You knew he was carnivorous about love— he'd want to be teeth deep in possession. He could love you, if you let him, you could become his God.

And that terrified you more than your fear of intimacy.

You stood up from the sheets, legs still trembling.

Despite the moments earlier, you wrapped your robe around your body, feeling exposed.

You know Anakin would never stay after. It was good that he didn't. At least, then you can reestablish some space after such a binding ritual of fucking and vows that leave his lips in the heat of the moment.

You sat down by the chair away from your bed, pouring yourself a drink. It was a vice you developed during the war. One you can't entirely quit because it sends you straight to sleep.

Anakin was steadying his breath. You heard him shuffling, as if he too was trying to come down from the high.

You downed your drink and poured another. Begging for that warm buzz to come over quickly so you'd stop feeling so... excessively.

Through the mirror, you saw Anakin put back his garments— his hair stubbornly a mess.

You take your gaze away from lingering on his bare torso. Or his sharp jaw. Or his tight back.

You drank your shot once more.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" Anakin says, his profile the only thing you could make out from the reflection.

Your heart aches, torn between wanting to say yes, i'll see you tomorrow, please come find me tomorrow, hold me tomorrow, and no, i can't keep doing this tomorrow, i don't want to see you tomorrow.

You cannot admit that you knew loving would destroy you. if he comes tomorrow, you fear you'd break and finally tell him. But then again, if you refuse, he'll know how you felt.

The stage is finally set; for you and Anakin to dance and circle around waiting to be consumed by one another.

Possession is cruel, it corrupts. You thought, with all the love you have— you could eat him whole.

You don't speak, Anakin steps forward, standing very close to your back.

The heat of his body emanates to your robes— casting imprints on the fibers of your soul.

You saw Anakin's gaze land on the drink you were having. He never did like how you turn to alcohol for some sort of relief.

"Did you not want me to come tomorrow?" He insists after noticing your silence.

Your lips purse, "No"

He tilts his head, lost by what you meant.

"No— no, you can, if you want to" you clarified, unsure how committed you were to your own words.

You downed the rest of your drink— feeling the familiar haze of its effect.

"Then what's bothering you?" Anakin speaks softly, you hated how much you didn't want to ruin this.

You sigh, shaking your head "Nothing"

"Nothing at all"

Anakin kneels down, wanting to see your eyes. His eyes were dark, intent, you wondered what they'd look like if he fell in love.

"Did I—" He begins, Your eyebrows furrow at the concern coating his voice.

"Did I hurt you? Did I do something?"

You pressed your palm against his cheek, forcing him to look up. "No, Anakin"

Under your touch, he looked like everything you asked for. Underneath your sinful fingers, he becomes something you could worship.

You caught yourself dreaming and withdrew your hand, taking the glass of alcohol instead.

You could feel his eyes burn at your skin watching you drink.

"I'll see you tomorrow" You dismissed, standing up, trying to establish some space, so you can stop being so encased by his warmth, or his eyes, or his hair, or his hold on you he was so blissfully unaware of.

Your head spun, you fought through the blurriness.

You found yourself at the balcony instead, a breath of fresh air would do you good.

You waited to hear your door lock— held your breath til he left.

But he stays.

"You know, you really should stop depending on alcohol" Anakin appears next to you.

You ran your finger to the rim of your drink, huffing a breathless laugh.

"It's the only thing that comforts me nowadays" You sigh, not intending the double entendre.

Besides, you doubt he'll interpret your attraction to him as anything else.

The silence hung once more. The cold of the midnight air felt crisp against your bare legs, so you hugged your robe against your skin.

"I worry about you" Anakin's voice was husky, exhausted. "We used to be able to talk about everything before"

Your heart tinges in guilt. Along the way, you somehow have pushed him farther away by denying how you felt.

"I'm sorry, I've just been trying to figure out some things"

You're doing it because of love. And for love, you disappear.

"Well, come to me. You know you can always come to me, whenever you need me." Anakin stresses.

You look up, biting your tongue. Begging to stay in one piece.

If you offer yourself— it'd be the most selfish thing you'll do.

You'll be mine. You thought as you get lost in his eyes.

Burning devotion. For all eternity.

"Anakin, we can't keep doing this anymore" You said finally, submitting to your truth.

Anakin's eyes furrow in focus. "Doing what?"

You frown, trying to explain something incommunable.

You've always felt ashamed for wanting. For taking. It wasn't a virtue, it was a disguise. Because you can't love without giving yourself entirely, bones and all. Ravenous, intense, unforgiving devotion.

Because isn't bite also a form of touch?

Finally, Anakin seems to understand the expression painted on your face. You held your breath, bracing for his reaction.

"You wanted this" He reminds. The sterness of his voice made you flinch. It felt like the cruelest rejection.

"I know"

"You said clear lines. No attachments"

"I know" You felt like you were being caught in the act of doing something forbidden.

Anakin's expression hardens, seeming to process your admission.

Your tears were threatening to fall, but you refused to let them. You didn't want him to feel sorry you felt that way. You didn't want him to know how far you've pathetically fallen for him.

He turns to his heel and your heart breaks.

The tear finally leaks your left eye, as your hand reaches out, just enough to grip on the end of his robe.

"Stay"

part ii?

© to @cafekitsune for the borders!

[gaynfl]

trick or treat pleaseee

let me quick pull out some gewis for you

It's not often that Lewis comes home so late.

He feels a bit guilty as he kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat. He drops his briefcase off in it's spot on the table lining the hallway and smiles at the familiar set of keys sitting in the bowl. He'd told George to not bother coming over, with how late Lewis was held up at the office, but it seems he did anyway. Warmth spreads from his chest out to his fingertips, a subtle ache following it. An ache he's quite familiar with.

Pulling at his tie, Lewis forgoes heading to the kitchen to find something to munch on before bed and heads for the stairs. He can see a warm light illuminating the hallway that he recognizes as the lamp on his bedside table. When he reaches the landing, he can see socked feet at the end of his bed.

Lewis takes a deep breath before he walks to his bedroom door, preparing for the lightness he feels when he sees that George is face down on the mattress, arms under his cheek. His back is moving slowly, rhythmically, as he dozes. At least this time, he's changed out of his street clothes and put on pajamas. Last time Lewis came home to George already asleep in his bed, he'd had to wrestle him out of his trousers and button up.

Lewis moves around the room, keeping his steps quiet as he takes off his clothes. As he's folding his pants, George snuffles and moves a bit, but he doesn't wake. Lewis feels a sense of satisfaction at that.

Lewis slips into the en suite to brush his teeth and wash his face, knowing that as soon as he's cuddled up next to George, he's simply going to fall asleep. George sleeps warm and latches onto Lewis like a vice. Lewis has found he actually sleeps worse when George doesn't stay over.

Lewis is thinking about just that as he turns off the bathroom light and walks into the bedroom. He settles onto the bed, scooting over until he's sitting up against the headboard. George's head is aligned with his thighs and at the perfect angle for Lewis to run his fingers through George's hair.

It takes less time than Lewis predicted for George to stir, rubbing his face against his arms. His eyes are wide when he looks up at Lewis but they squint as he starts to smile, eyelashes fluttering prettily.

"Sorry," George starts but Lewis squeezes his neck, shaking his head.

"No, I'm sorry. Got caught up."

George shrugs, pushing himself up and onto Lewis' lap. Lewis smiles and lets George get comfortable, arms wrapping around Lewis' torso. "You're here now," he mumbles, pressing his face to Lewis' stomach. "That's all that matters."

Lewis can't help but smile, his stomach light and fluttery. There's a thought, an idea, pushing at his throat so insistently that he feels like he could cry. It pushes up his throat until the words are brushing against his teeth.

"Move in with me."

George freezes for a second before he's pushing himself up on his hands, eyes wide again as he stares at Lewis. There's a million thoughts flying across his face and Lewis knows there's nothing he can do now to stop them. He simply waits, heart in his throat.

"You, I mean," George sputters, pulling his legs up so he's straddling Lewis' legs. He scoots forward until he's folded up into Lewis' lap. Hesitantly, Lewis puts his hands on George's waist. "We haven't talked about that."

"Spontaneity is said to be romantic."

George gives him a look, his cheeks flushing. He looks down at where his hands are resting on Lewis' chest.

"Do you have enough closest space?"

Lewis laughs, his cheeks warming as he smiles. "I'll throw all of my clothes away."

"Don't," George says immediately, furrow between his eyebrows. "I just need a corner."

"You can have all the space you want," Lewis says, squeezing George's sides. "I want you to take up space in my house. I want you here every night when I come home."

"Laying it on thick," George mumbles, squawking when Lewis squeezes his sides a bit harder. His face changes, morphs into something more serious. "But - um. I would... love, to move in with you."

Lewis pulls George down into a kiss, one that's broken by the fierceness of their smiles.

Neither of them seem to care. They keep kissing anyway.

[gayofthefae]

We've only seen a Mike and El kiss be shot intimately from Mike's perspective ONCE (I rewatched it before finalizing and would like to correct it to ZERO TIMES)*, at the Snow Ball.

Their first kiss was a wide shot then close from El's perspective. Their make-outs were all wide shots (Hopper's perspective), with him once leaning in in a closer shot in El's perspective before it cut back out to a wide. El kissing him in 3x08 was from his perspective for a moment, that's the closest, but we immediately cut away to a wide - something that I have heard many a note on "takes you out of the moment", and we can see his body language indicates that "intimacy" may not be what we were going for as close shots can also be used to indicate discomfort. One could also argue the closeup of her leaning in as simply a reverse shot to her intimate perspective the moment before. Then, of course, their airport reunion kiss. Famously distant, with I believe 4 extras crossing in front of the camera during the embrace.

Even the Snow Ball was a camera circling them not specifically for him, but it still was purposefully timed to include his perspective and chosen that way so I do include it.

It's just very interesting to note. We actually don't know how he feels about kissing her. We've been robbed of that information by only being shown a third party perspective.

Additionally, wide shots of kissing tend to make people uncomfortable. Naturally, it makes you feel less like you are one of the characters and more like a voyeur, watching your friends make-out. Or, in the show's situation, a father watching his daughter.

The wide shots of kisses elicit discomfort. The only times they're nice is when we see them in El's perspective and ONCE. Once. From Mike's.

*Correction here! 0 times. The shot of him leaning in is in fact in El's perspective at the Snow Ball and the kiss itself happens at about the midpoint. So the closest you can get to an objective shot AGAIN. It also doesn't last long enough to truly reach qualifying as an over the shoulder shot of El for Mike while they're kissing. I would probably say it qualifies just as he starts to pull away, ironically. To contrast, Lucas and Max's kiss is definitively in Lucas' perspective, with their hug afterwards definitively in Max's, despite using the same camera circling technique.

In conclusion, we have 0 data on how Mike feels about kissing El. Zip. Zilch. Nil. That absence of information is queer-coded as hell. In El's perspective, he does not make distinctly emotionally decipherable facial expressions and in his kissing her is not an intimate experience. If anything, it's a distant one.

Stranger Things is big on "learn the rules so you can break them". That seems to apply to cinematography too. I have been told if you use an ots shot you HAVE to provide the reverse shot. They do not do that. They're short kisses, yes. But they could technically make them a second longer or rather lengthen them in the edit by showing the lean in from one perspective and kiss from the other.

One last comparison, J@ncy's very first kiss is also quite short. But they get a shot and reverse shot right before and right after before they kiss again. Non ots shots are used often for kissing and "non-conversation" but even then, they are typically close: shoulder up. Mike and El have a history of having their entire torsos in the shot, making you feel like you're sitting on the edge of the bed watching them. Perhaps because Mike is not feeling it and as such, still completely aware of his surroundings? Who knows.

Either way, there are ways to do it and they have done it those ways. Slightly less objective by putting it in El's perspective when they wanted us to be on board for the first two kisses, but not in Mike's. Never in Mike's.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

YAY can u write a prompt for protective bucky (with buck of course) 😁😁

After the war, when Bucky goes to Buck in Wyoming, there's a knock on the door.

Bucky answers because Buck's in the shower. There's a man on the porch wearing a threadbare suit and an oversized shirt and a tie with a good knot, but it's too long on his torso.

"I'm looking for Gale Cleven," the man says.

And it's only at hearing the voice that Buck realizes who he is looking at. This is Buck's father. He's a bit shorter, shoulders curled forward to boot, and he looks sickly in a way that Bucky realizes is likely from drinking, though he doesn't smell like it right this moment.

"Not sure he's here," Bucky says. "Let me check." He closes the door in the man's face because he only knows the one story. The story Buck told as they stood at the air raid shelter. Of a drunk, gambling father who clearly did not teach his son that there's time for fun and time for serious behavior. A man who left Buck in a headspace that a man is black and white. Either drunk or sober. Either a gambler or good with money.

Bucky still isn't sure what about him made Buck take a chance that must have felt like shoving a mountain into the sea, but he's glad every fucking day Buck took that chance and stood by it. That he saw gray and decided he liked it.

He walks into the bathroom. Buck's in a towel, mixing up soap for his shave.

Bucky doesn't know how to say what he needs to carefully, so he plucks the mug with soap and brush from Buck and waits for the question in his raised eyebrows. "Pretty sure your dad's at the door," he says. "He seems sober."

Buck shudders from head to toe, and Bucky wants to hand Buck back his shaving supplies and go kick Mr. Cleven all the way up his ass.

"Does his suit fit?" Buck asks. And, oh, how Bucky's heart breaks at everything that tells him.

"Nope," he says. "Not even a little bit."

Buck takes back his shaving brush and cup with the soap. He checks the froth of the soap, then turns on the hot water. "I'm not here," he says.

Bucky kisses Buck's shoulder because it's the closest thing to touch. "Any other message?" he asks because he can't quite help himself. He knows his vices.

Buck turns his head and kisses the side of Bucky's forehead. "You could never be him, John. Not on the very worst day you could imagine."

That feels hard to believe, but that's true on John's worst days anyway, so he takes as the honesty it is. He drags his nose along Buck's shoulder in an easy caress, and then he leaves Buck to his shave.

He opens the door and looks at Mr. Cleven, who is standing where he'd been left. "Missed him," he says. "Not sure when he left."

"Well, thank you," Mr. Cleven replies.

And Bucky feels no discomfort at what he's said because it's true. Mr. Cleven had time to catch Buck. Years and years. It's not a lie to say he's missed him.

It's not a bad thing to be the one Buck saw with similar vices and marked as different than this man leaving their porch, shoulders still rolled and suit ill-fitting, and as Bucky watches, slipping a tiny bottle out of his pocket. Bucky's mom loves to bake. It looks like vanilla extract.

Bucky goes back to Buck in the bathroom, who is halfway through his shave. He wraps his arms around Buck's waist and presses his cheek against Buck's shoulder. "He's gone," he says.

Buck continues his shave for three, steady strokes. "Did he smell like vanilla?" he asks, and his hand trembles just the tiniest bit.

Bucky waits for him to drop the razor into the basin to rinse it. "No, but I saw him drink from a little bottle," he says because he won't lie to Buck, but he won't choose the softest answer when the true one is more accurate.

Buck sighs and finishes his shave. He rubs in aftershave and drains the basin, then turns in Bucky's arms. "Thank you," he says. He presses their foreheads together and cups Bucky's head in both hands.

"I love you," Bucky says. "And you're not him," he adds. Buck relaxes after that, going soft and sweet in Bucky's arms, and Bucky believes without question what Bucky always tells him. He's not Bucky's father. But in this moment, Bucky knows another truth: Buck believes him when he says he's not, either.

[whollydevoured]

Writing prompt: A gang waits to ambush some guy in his own home. However, they didn't realize their prey was a monster. There's a bit of a fight, but it is brutally one-sided. Some are eaten, some are chained up for later as their 'prey' continues to go about his existence after the bloody meal. (Doesn't have to be this specific. Do with the Vibes (tm) what you will! Fun is the most important. o/ -Cravyn)

Ohhhhh, I love a good plot twist. We are gonna name our prey guy Tom for the sake of making writing easier. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS ------------------------------------------ Arriving home from a long day of work, Tom would notice that the door to his apartment was cracked open; That's odd... He could have sworn that he closed and locked the door as he left that day. Maybe the maintenance team finally came to fix his sink? Quite rude of them to leave the door open though. But oh well. Entering his apartment, he would notice all of the lights were out, the dim evening glow through his windows just bright enough to show that the place was in a state of near disaster; His chair and tables knocked over and paperwork scattered everywhere. Had he been robbed? No... His valuables were still there. Was there still someone in his house? Just as Tom was reaching for the lights, a pair of hands grasped him from behind, one arm wrapped around his torso and the other clasped over his mouth. "We've been waiting for you." A tall, broad figure enters the room to lean down, crowding into the supposed prey's personal space, hot breath ghosting over his face. --More Below Cut-- ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️CWs: HARD VORE, Violence, blood, dismemberment, extreme cruelty, similar size/slight size difference vore, m/m, digestion, entrapment.

Tom tries to struggle against the hands restraining him, but fails as their grip tightens with each of his movements, like a snake trying to suffocate it's meal. "Trying to escape again? That's rude. After the mess you left for us the other night, we couldn't just let you go, you know that." The man holding him stated, his tone obviously embarrassed. After that remark, Tom would realize who these people were. They had attempted to mug him a few nights ago, but there were five of them when that happened. Now there were only two of them here for him now. Had he really messed the other three up that badly? Regardless of that, it was quite ballsy of the remaining two to stalk him and wait for him in his own home. "Let's get on with it so we can get out of here, I'm starving." The man standing in front of him addressed the one holding him The hand clasped over Tom's mouth released him, and he could feel the man holding him digging around in his pockets. He watched his wallet, keys, and phone fall to the floor. Were they really robbing him in his own home? These weren't the smartest thieves he'd ever met. But at least he was going to get a good meal out of this. Tom took the opportunity of momentary release to shove the man holding him away, and then run to his front door to slam it shut before the thieves could escape. Before the two intruders were able to react, they watched in silent horror as Tom grew from his usual slim, five foot stature to somewhere over eight feet tall. His fingers had turned into long, sharp talons, and he had grown two more sets of razor sharp teeth in his mouth, similar to that of a shark. One of his taloned hands reached out to grasp the man closest to him firmly around the neck, tips digging into his soft flesh to cause thin rivulets of blood to trickle down his shoulders. His other hand grasped at one of the mans arms, lifting him into the air while guiding the limb closer and closer to Tom's waiting maw. A long, monstrous tongue protruded from his mouth to taste at, and wrap around the intruders hand, slowly guiding it into his mouth while he writhed and struggled against Tom. "No! No- Wait! Please! We're sorry! We will leave you alone! You'll never see us again!" The man shouted while he tried to kick and wriggle his way out of the monsters grasp. Tom paused momentarily to respond to the man's pleas, keeping a careful eye on the other man who was still frozen in shock and fear. "Oh, I know I'll never see you again. You don't have to worry about that." At that, three rows of razor sharp teeth dug their way into the supple flesh of the mans forearm. Sounds of agonized screams and wails filled the room, along with tearing flesh and crunching bone and cartilage. Blood coated Toms tongue and streamed down his chin to cover his chest in a deep, glistening red film. A loud gulp followed the wet sounds of Tom rolling the appendage over in his mouth, tasting and feeling with his tongue as he covered it in a thick layer of saliva. The two intruders watched the bulge of one of their forearms and hand travel down the monsters throat, and then disappear momentarily behind Tom's sternum to fill his stomach. "I was going to devour you bit by bit... But you're far too delicious for me to hold back on. And it will be much more fun to feel you squirm and writhe within me while I digest you." The man in Tom's grasp squirmed and writhed in fear and horror as he was lifted up to his maw head first, and then slowly pushed inside. He felt the massive, warm, wet tongue replace Tom's hand around his neck, and lave over his face as it assisted in carefully pulling him past the three rows of sharp teeth and into the dark abyss of Tom's throat.

Luckily, the man was small enough in comparison to Tom's eight foot stature to go down without too much of a struggle. Wet sounds of licking and gulping filled the dark room as the man struggled in Tom's gullet. As the man was finally pushed in past his waist, his squirming form now filling the entirety of Tom's throat, he elicited a satisfied groan as most of the struggling and fighting was now prevented by the tight squeeze of his esophagus around the mans body. Following a few more loud gulps, and a moment to catch his breath, Tom's gaze fell to his stomach, which was now nicely rounded out with the struggling form of one of the intruders. "I wonder how long you'll take to digest..." One of his taloned hands lifted to press into his stomach, eliciting a pained groan from the man inside as digestive juices pressed into his skin. "What shall I do with you? I can't just let you go after that... And I'm much too full to eat anyone else at the moment... I suppose I'll have to save you for later... Yes?" Tom spoke as he patted his writhing gut, addressing the man who would likely be dinner tomorrow night.

Despite the fullness of his stomach, the monster was still able to get a good grasp on the second man. "I know what I'll do... Since I don't have anywhere to put you, I'll just make sure you can't leave..." "No! NO! You can't do this to me! If you let me go I promise to not tell anyone!! You'll never see or hear of me again! I swear!" His maw unhinged, teeth still specked with flesh and blood from the first man's arm. A few short seconds later, the room once again filled with the sounds of pained screams, tearing of flesh, and crunching of bones. The man stared in shock and horror as he was now left with one leg, rendering him unable to escape his fate as tomorrow nights dinner.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

For the lady whump - Seraphina + stress position + give them a stimulant?

Author's Notes: ...stretched on the rack counts as a stress position, right? it's a position, it seems pretty stressful...i took some liberties. please heed warnings!

Content Warnings: lady whump, angel whump, torture, stress position, the rack (torture device), drugging, stimulants, dislocated joints, passing out, ambiguous ending

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Seraphina spent the last twenty-four hours uncomfortably curled on the floor of a broom closet. It is one of the only rooms of the old farmhouse still standing. Once bright and thriving, now the farm is just a bitter reminder of a better time for humanity.

What these humans have devised, on the other hand, harkens back to dark times in their history, barbaric behaviors they have re-learned in order to survive their demon-infested world.

It is crude but effective, not unlike the medieval rack. The angel is on her back on an old wooden door. Coarse ropes bind each of her wrists and ankles. When someone turns a handle, the ropes tighten and begin to slowly tug at her slack limbs.

Spending the night crammed into that closet left her crumpled and sore. As her arms, legs and back finally stretch out, she'd be lying if she said it didn't feel good. Seraphina sighs with relief as her stiff joints pop. She wiggles her fingers and toes to get some feeling back into them.

But that's where the contentment ends.

"Please," she blurts out at the first slight strain. Begging does not come easily to the proud angel...until pain is involved.

A few of the humans laugh.

"We haven't even started yet," jeers the one turning the handle.

Flushed with shame, Seraphina turns her head and spits on him.

"You -!" He reels back in disgust, wiping his face.

Then he surges forward again, one arm out. Seraphina braces herself for a blow, but instead the man grabs the handle and gives it a sharp turn.

The ropes - and her limbs - pull taut suddenly and violently enough to tear muscle. It feels like being lit on fire from the inside, all over, all at once. The piercing sound she makes is, quite literally, inhuman. The humans all recoil and cover their ears; the handle turns back the way it came, loosening the ropes once more.

Seraphina slumps back against the door panting. Her head lolls to one side.

"Don't let her - " she hears just as she starts to pass out.

Something pricks her neck.

Mere moments later her eyes open wide. Her heart is racing and her breaths come quicker and quicker.

"What - did - you - do - t-to me - "

"Almost lost you there, princess." The man closest to her pats her cheek. If she had the presence of mind she would bite down on his hand until he was the one begging her.

She doesn't realize that she's cursing aloud until the hand grips her jaw tight, silencing the furious angel.

"That's enough of that. Save your strength. We aren't done with you yet."

Seraphina squeezes her eyes shut so she can't see another man reach for the handle. The ropes pull her to the edge of her body's limit and pause there, waiting for her to catch her breath.

"You'll be...sorry for this..."

In this state she is no longer a threat, but the humans don't know that she isn't the one they need to be worried about. The false sense of security only encourages them to take their time.

Slowly the handle turns. Slowly the ropes tighten. There is no more pleasant stretch, only an ever-present burn in her limbs and torso that worsens with every passing moment. Her pleas and pained sounds fall on deaf ears. Her torturers only pause when she starts to hyperventilate. The moment she is calm, they continue.

Seraphina is still learning the limits of a mortal form. Human bodies are fragile, yet they can withstand the most horrible things. Every time she thinks it has to end soon or I can't take anymore she finds that she can and it doesn't. She expects to be torn in two at the waist at any moment, but what happens instead is so much worse.

Something pops and pain bursts in both of Seraphina's shoulders at once. A spasm runs up her arms and down her back. Her next breath is stolen right from her throat.

None of this deters her captors. A different man takes over turning the handle. If the angel thought it hurt before, that was nothing compared to having her newly dislocated arms stretched as far as they'll go.

It's too much.

Seraphina fails to catch her breath and blacks out. No one notices until the angel's hip dislocating is met with no reaction.

The ropes go still. Two men secure them so their captive is stuck like that, while a third prepares another dose of ephedrine.

As the drug drags her from the comfort of unconsciousness, glass shatters in another room, drawing the humans' attention away. One goes to investigate. A moment later he comes crashing through the drywall.

"What the hell?!"

Too weak to laugh, Seraphina just smiles despite the pain of her reality setting back in.

"Told you," she whispers.

[dxjihu]

namgyu feels good – he feels amazing, really. in a way that jihu can't quite describe. namgyu is to jihu what he thinks a craving is, but it's a craving he can't quite tire of. their first meeting had been nothing close to normal, their second even more so, and now here they were, jihu's hands underneath the boy's shirt as he nestled his face close between the crook of namgyu's neck.

there's something so undeniably familiar about namgyu that he can't quite put his finger on. his chest swells in a way that isn't entirely unwelcome, and he enjoys the heat they both share with one another like this. so close, and yet, not close enough.

he listens as namgyu speaks, humming as his lips play across the other boy's skin. it's funny, jihu knows very little about namgyu and yet he feels the closest to him. "is it frustrating?" he asks, lifting his eyes slightly to meet namgyu's. so pretty. jihu doesn't think much about beauty ( doesn't think that there's anything beautiful in this world to start with ), but if he had to choose something that felt close to what he thought beauty might be like... he thinks he'd choose namgyu.

namgyu and his eyes, namgyu and his face, namgyu and his hands as they run through his hair.

he allows namgyu to press their bodies closer, the grip he has on his friend's waist tightening as his fingers run circle against his bare skin from underneath his shirt. jihu is no stranger to how namgyu's body looks like, has probably memorized it in the back of his head. has had dreams about it, to the point that he thinks it may border obsession. not that he hates that.

"i needed a break," he sighs, and he relishes in this feeling. namgyu is so warm, and jihu – despite never really allowing himself to get so close to someone else – wants more of it. more of namgyu, more of his warmth. "you're a good distraction," he laughs softly.

namgyu kisses the side of his head, and jihu smiles. he pulls away, only slightly, to angle himself better. he parts his lips, and allows them to meet namgyu's. this he isn't unfamiliar with. the feeling of namgyu wrapped around his arms, as his tongue would slide it's way between his lips, his hands – rough from having spent hours in the academy – gliding around the boy's torso, until they reach his chest. more, more, jihu wants more.

he finally pulls away, panting slightly. "what do you think?" he asks, but there's a smile playing on his lips, an intent in his eye that he can't quite hide. "i want you."

a switch in namgyu's brain was flipped, the moment he met jihu. in any other context in might sound romantic, fated even—but it's nothing of that sort ( namgyu doesn't think that's something he'd experience in the first place ). it's a strange sensation, blacking out and waking up to no memory of what had transpired during his episode. sure, it had apparently happened before. still, it never occurred in front of anyone in particular. somehow, jihu was able to trigger that state of his. honestly, he hates it, he doesn't like not knowing things. he can't even recall what he said to the other boy, unable to recount anything from that mysterious event. but according to jihu, he said a lot. too much.

that should be reason for namgyu to stay away from the other boy. their first meeting ( and all that transpired after their encounter, next to a dead body ), should have raised a lot of red flags for namgyu to avoid. but it's fun—never knowing what to expect, on the edge of his seat. regardless, everything related to jihu had been unconventional. which shouldn't be setting off any alarms, considering namgyu's profession and literal day-to-day. but it's different, somehow.

reuniting in this abandoned building had been nothing short of a coincidence. namgyu hadn't even asked for jihu's name, never thought of the possibility that they would run into each other again. but they did, as namgyu was hiding away from authorities intent on bringing him in. jihu had been within the premises, against all odds, lending out a helping hand despite being the son of a hero. the contrast of the situation is hilarious, namgyu can't help but stick around a little longer, spending time with the other boy on the rooftop.

and then, things happened ( a lot, despite the fact they only met recently ). and here they are again, on that same rooftop, with jihu studying something namgyu can't comprehend ( never having any formal education ). so he opts to look over the edge of the rooftop, squinting through the walls of the other buildings to gleam any sort of information he can. controlling his second ability is somehow more vexing than his primary ability, but it's not something he's going to talk about—he should never let his guard down, never appear vulnerable.

somehow though, jihu is able to easily wrap his arms around namgyu's waist, a direct contrast to the walls he told himself he has built. it's strange, how quickly they clicked and how fast their... relationship ( for a lack of a better term ) has progressed. it doesn't take long before he can feel jihu's fingers on his bare skin, slipping underneath his shirt, rubbing slowly. it's even stranger—namgyu isn't receptive to most people's touch, but he doesn't find himself needing to pull away when it comes to jihu.

"i'm trying to control my eyes," namgyu replies, leaning back against jihu with a hum. "i can't... turn off this ability, so i got contact lenses. remember?" he doesn't usually talk about the shortcomings of his abilities either, but for some reason, it comes out of him because it's jihu that's asking. "it's hard to use them though. they're custom-made, but they don't exactly come with a detailed manual. it's annoying," he huffs a little.

as he's talking, he feels jihu's lips against his skin. he hums, followed by a short and breathy laugh. "what are you doing? i thought you were studying," he comments, running his fingers through jihu's hair. "now you're just distracting me. or were you the one who needed a distraction?"

from this distance, namgyu can spot a few of the moles on jihu's face and the outline of jihu's rather bushy eyebrows. every detail of jihu's face seem familiar—but namgyu doesn't know why. of course he doesn't, his memories have all left him; he doesn't remember anything about his past. so... what? was jihu a part of it then? but jihu doesn't seem to remember namgyu either.

namgyu makes another executive decision to leave all those thoughts in the back of his head, instead inching closer to jihu until their bodies are pressed flush against one another. an arm loops around jihu's neck, planting a kiss to the side of jihu's head. "you're so touchy," namgyu remarks, although he's making no attempt to pull away either. "what do you really want to do now?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper, lips grazing jihu's ear with purpose.

[whatyadrawin]

Do you think if Jason tries to sneak attack on a group of women but they find him attractive? So they tease him and feel his muscles but Jason is too scared and nervous because he never encountered a group like this and is unable to kill them.

Oh ho ho ho, Ok be prepared because the answer to this one is going to get X-rated.

Female x Jason Voorhees SMUT 18+ only!

On a particularly hot summer day Jason was a little too dazed to patrol the campgrounds, the heat at the camp gets fairly muggy due to the nearby swamp and despite Jason being a supernatural being the heat still fogged up his brain and made him a bit slower than usual in his movements.

A group of three very wild women had snuck past the old gates and because of Jason not patrolling, he missed them entering and swimming in his lake. The women went into the lake in tiny bikinis, they were splashing around and having fun; One of the women says "Hey wasn't there a reason the camp is abandoned?" another woman chimes in "Yeah some crusty old man walked on by us and said we were all going to die or something, he was probably just a freak" they all laugh and splash around for a while.

Jason hears the splashing and immediately perks up infuriated that he let intruders slip by into his territory. He sneaks up on the group and they all look to be in their late 20's and early 30's, these aren't the usual teenagers Jason is used to... all their bodies are fully developed and vary greatly in size and shape. It must be the heat but Jason couldn't help but gawk at the vixens of every color in his view.

With his machete in hand Jason went into the deep and started sneaking up on the women swimming around, the view under the water was just as mesmerizing as the view from above and he slowed his swimming speed. Jason had never felt so strange before especially when it came to intruders and it bothered him that he would even hesitate to move in for the kill.

Jason slowly rose out of the water behind them wearing only his usual tore up pants and tattered tank top due to the hot weather, the women haven't noticed the monster looming behind them making his way up to the nearest woman ready to strike when she turns around and... doesn't scream? This is a first for Jason, usually people wail in horror or immediately swear at him and try to attack him but this woman looked at him and smirked! The woman then turned around and said "Hey girls, I think we found the reason this campground is empty" The women all turn around and smile.

Jason stood there ready to strike but for some reason he was frozen in the moment, one of the beauties swam up next to the closest woman and said "This guy is massive, I wonder if its all anatomically correct?" they both giggle and wave over the other woman. Jason is just standing there frantically looking around at the sirens surrounding him, one of them gently removes the machete from his hand while another comes close up to his torso and gasps "He is built like a brick shithouse, I think he needs to relieve some tension from these huge muscles" she giggles and places her hands up towards his pecs "He is quite the specimen, come feel these things"; Jason looks around but doesn't move, he has never been touched so softly before and it felt really nice. The women were feeling all over him and giggling and praising his body, he had never known behavior like this and he was extremely confused as to why they were doing this to him, he is to be feared! One of the shorter women comes up and hops up onto his chest, she wrapped her legs as best as she could around his torso and held onto the back of his neck, her breasts were rubbing against him and he couldn't stop looking at them, one of the women noticed this and said "Oh I think this boy wants to see more!" that same woman then goes behind the shorter girl and pulled off her top exposing her chest, she laughs and Jason's eyes widen she notices this and starts bouncing on his torso "I think he likes us babes!".

Suddenly the women start getting real close to Jason and feeling him up everywhere, he wonders where his mothers guiding voice is but she hasn't said anything since the heat rose to unbearable levels, he is on his own. As the women circled him like hungry wolves he decided to grab one by the neck so that he could at least control one but she let out a moan! These women were terrifying to Jason but he couldn't bring himself to stop them as they rubbed their bodies on his and felt all his muscles. Jason could feel a pulsation in his groin and hoped the water could hide his shame but one of the women reached into his pants and squealed "This guy has a python in his pants!" another woman looked over at her and laughed "We better release it then!". Before he knew it Jason's pants were opened up and the women were all squealing, they moved Jason into more shallow water and started rubbing his shaft, he was fully erect now and didn't know what to do but didn't want it to stop.

The women were voracious and had all started unclothing their already barely covered bodies, one of them put her mouth on the tip of Jason's rock hard penis. The feel of her mouth was unbelievable and warm, the other women went down to where the one woman's mouth was and they all starting putting their mouths on him while sucking and stroking his shaft. Jason was unable to control himself and a feeling started bubbling up inside him when suddenly he heard a gasp and giggles, he had cum all over their faces and chests. The women start licking his fluids off his cock which remained hard, two of the women whisper to the third one and she is suddenly exposing her pussy at him, he has never seen one before but the desire to be inside of it was strong. The two women grab his dick and guide it into her hole and it was like something snapped in Jason, he let out a growl and grabbed her hips and started thrusting into her; With each pull the woman let out a moan until she said "omg, im cumming! Im cumming!" she dropped off Jason and lay in the water with a smile on her face but he was still throbbing. He grabbed one of the other women and hoisted her up in the air and slid her onto his erection like a human kebab, she screamed in pleasure, he held her in the air and pushed into her as deep as he could, she breathed heavily and said "fuck! fuck! FUCK! Oh fuck im cumming!" her body went limp and she smiled as she was lowered to the lake waters. Jason turns his head and grabs for the other woman but she laughed and ran off saying "You are going to have to come get me big boy!".

Jason felt a familiar instinct to chase his prey, the woman started sauntering off but before she could get past the grassy area Jason grabbed her leg and pulled her up to him, she made a playful scream and lifted her ass up towards him. His cock was ready to blow again but he wanted to release his load inside one of these women and this last woman teased him to the point of near rage. He grabbed her hips and eagerly slipped himself inside her wet folds, he let out a gasp and she moaned leaning her body into his to get all of him inside her. Jason grabbed her by the hair and lifted her torso up to his, he thrust into her with slow deep pulses; His hands were now around her neck, and she moaned into the air and told him "I bet you want to cum inside me huh?" his thrusts started getting faster and between gasps she said "I want you to fill me up... Jason". His eyes widened and he was shocked, how did she know who he was? His name never sounded so good coming out of someone's mouth before, her moans became sharp and she said "That's right, ah, I have been waiting to get you inside me, haaaah, I needed your cock", with this revelation Jason put his other hand onto her breasts and felt the soft skin under his calloused hand. The woman was now starting to lose stamina so Jason bent her over and pushed her face into the grass and pressed himself into her as deep and hard as he could, then she said "Jason, I want you to cum for me like a good boy" and with that Jason erupted inside her, his head thrown back and semen spilling out from where his pulsating cock remained between her legs.

The women came to collect the lady filled with Jason's cum, and they laughed as they carried her away saying "We will be back again!" and Jason just fell onto his back huffing and puffing.

Whew this took me a while to write for some reason, my ADHD has been bad lately. I hope you enjoyed it!

[oworiio]

SANZU021.

SUMMARY: 'On a whim, Sanzu registered to a porn live streaming site. He already jerks off, what's the difference of having a bit more cash and a little bit of an audience?' (drabble about sanzu being a camboy)

CHARACTERS: Haruchiyo Sanzu.

CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. Masturbation, Use of sex toys.

NOTE: HELP ... I JUST sanzu brain rot is real and i'm suffering.

On a whim, Sanzu registered to a porn live streaming site. He already jerks off, what's the difference of having a bit more cash and a little bit of an audience?

He’s not even sure why he started to stream it himself, whenever asked he just types ‘Idk.’ and moves on. Maybe the extra money? maybe he likes the attention? or he’s just bored. All of the above probably is the closest thing to a reasoning he has.

Every night around 10-11 PM he goes live, always alone, mostly dressed and in what seems to be some sorta office.

His streams are all the same. Camera mainly focusing on his torso— Shirt pulled up just enough so you could see his faint abs, pants unzipped and pulled down to his thighs, boxers still visible with it.

He doesn't really like to show his face, but when he does he prefers to keep his mask on— just for privacy reasons since, he's apart of Bonten.

Sometimes when he’s desperate for a little more views he throws away the shirt, nipples in full view— flushed and pink just like his cock.

Speaking of which, his dick is so nice. Thick with a nice curve, and a pink leaky tip too. He's well maintained, fully shaved to keep that nice clean looks most pornstars have.

And when he streams himself jerking off, it’s heavenly. He’s so sensitive and loves to edge himself until someone gives him enough tips to see him cum.

Slender fingers toying with his sticky slit rubbing his pre-cum all over his tip, palming it all over his shaft. His movements are always slow and precise, trying not to cum too fast.

He can’t help it sometimes, especially when he’s thinking hard while stroking his fat cock to you. It’s making him see stars. Biting down on his lip trying his hardest not to moan out your name like a mantra.

But he’s so vocal through it all, moans, whimpers, grunts and groans. He isn’t much of a dirty talker but he isn’t shy from telling his viewers how good it feels to touch himself, sighing as his hand meets the tip.

“God, I-”

“Fuck, It’s feels so, good.”

“Ahh, can’t- cant cum.”

He stutters a bunch and sometimes his cock can’t keep up with his lewd thoughts and scenarios, head leaking more every stroke, cock glistening.

And when he does come close to finishing, his ministrations are so fast, full of desperation and neediness. Bucking his hips into his o forced hands, muttering cursed in between moans as he spurts out pale white sperm straight up and onto his cock and abs, still stroking until he’s come down his high, chest heaving and panting.

He can’t believe it when he finds his channel has grown a significant amount, his ego is skyrocketing as his following is bigger than he ever expected.

And with fans, there’s gifts. Tons of different kind of vibrators, cock sleeves, pocket pussies and even butt plugs were being sent to him.

Knowing the majority of his viewers were females, he got all giddy thinking of the of chance of one of his fans were you. Getting off to watching him jerk off. And possibly using toy you've sent him.

His first stream using a toy is those silicone fleshlights with a fake pussy on the top. He's so nervous; it's the closest thing he'll get to feeling of your sex gripping onto his.

He can't take it when he finally has it on top of his head, it's so tight. Engulfing his cock so nicely he imagines how you'd feel, bouncing on his cock instead of this silly toy. He can't help but abuse it after stream— moaning out your name shamelessly.

And the next toy stream is something embarrassing, using a vibrator attached to his tip. He cums so fast and he's weeping as he moans. He can't take it, it leaves his legs shaking and quivering after. But his viewers make him use it a couple more rounds before ending the stream—amused by how needy it makes him. His dick is sore and aching the next stream and cuts it short.

His camboy career is cut a bit short after Mikey walks in on him mid-stream. Exposing his face to his viewers unable to end the stream fast enough. Mikey forces him to quit his lifestyle and delete his channel, making user SANZU021 untraceable.

[magpiefngrl]

Recommend us 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems.” Then tag some folks.

Thank you for tagging me, @lqtraintracks!!

Most popular

It's dirtynumbangelboy (39k, E) by a large margin. What can I say, it has surpassed my wildest expectations.

Summary:

After Harry’s unfortunate encounter with his ex, Draco Malfoy makes him a proposition. Draco wants his parents to stop matchmaking him and Harry wants to make his ex jealous. All they need to do is simply pretend they’re in love. Problem is… Draco already is.

Excerpt:

Malfoy’s eyes snap open, travel with an indifferent smile over the man and lock onto Harry’s. Ignoring everyone, he approaches Harry.

The music lulls for a moment: a slow melody to allow them to catch their breaths, before the beat starts again, relentless, increasing in ferocity, unstoppable, a beat that gives no mercy, the way Malfoy’s eyes are merciless in their hunger. Harry feels like he’s being eaten alive, that gaze is so familiar, biting into him. He dances with Malfoy, close but not touching, staring at the fair, lightly haired chest, the sweat gathering on Malfoy’s collarbone, gleaming in the lights, the damp vest sticking on his torso, the feel of his expensive jeans under his fingers — he hadn’t realised he’d moved closer, but Malfoy has his hand lightly on Harry’s waist now, slipping under his t-shirt — and he drinks in Malfoy’s Marlboro breath and his cedar mixed with sweat scent. A vein pulses on Malfoy’s throat, right in front of Harry’s eyes, so close, and Harry’s breathing hard as the song — this never ending song — floods every last one of his arteries. Malfoy smiles, his mouth is parted, a hint of teeth showing, and Harry feels this maddening urge to devour, to bite his fucking neck, and also to be devoured, and he closes his eyes in bliss because there is nothing sweeter than welcoming your own annihilation.

Hidden Gem #1

The Glass Hearts (~2.3k, Gen) is a dark fairytale featuring the Black sisters. It's not drarry, or any ship, so few people seem to click on it. Still, it's one of my most favourite pieces of writing and although it's received few hits compared to other fics, I've got some really stunning comments that have made me very happy.

Summary:

This is a tale about three sisters who were born with glass hearts.

Excerpt:

Dro doesn’t want to be Bella’s sister; all she wants is to be herself, but she doesn’t know how to do that. She’s been ‘Bella’s sister’ her entire life.

Solitude suits Dro and she wears it well. She studies and flies and strolls around the lake. Often she lies on her bed and feels her chest up to see if the crack in her heart has widened. A heart filled with blood hurts all the time, Dro discovers. It hurts to learn that Magdalene transferred to Beauxbatons. It aches to see a First Year crying in an alcove because his friends shunned him and he misses home. It stings when the boy she’s developed a crush on kisses another girl.

Hidden Gem #2

The second one is a ficlet of 272 words, written for a Discord Drabble Challenge: Records of the Mundane. Drabbles don't receive a lot of attention at the best of times and this one doesn't seem to resonate with readers, but I'm pleased with it. It packs quite a bit of story in a short space; also this is the closest I got to prose poetry that I'll prob ever manage.

Excerpt:

How it feels to have Harry’s hands on him as Draco pours the tea. How it feels to have Harry’s touch on his hips, on his lips; his head on the inside of Draco’s neck, resting there. Nesting there. How it feels to climb over him, under him, beside him; sweet geometry on lavender-scented sheets.

Thanks again for the tag, LQT! This was fun <33

[mrskurono]

title: Monstrous Hospitality || Naga!Makki x fem!Reader

a/n: now I’m not saying Makki brings out the worst in me I’m just saying I’d like to fuck him in every possible way including a monster au.

word count: 3.4K

tags: monsterfucking, dubcon ish (just to be safe), tail fucking, tongue fucking, size kink, cervix fucking, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mind break(?), breeding kink, unedited

character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) 

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Roiling waves behind you. Creak of broken boards left when you found this cave dipped into the landscape of the beach. You sought shelter as much as you sought another face among the wreckage.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Drowning the crashing water outside the cavern. Leaving you to not much else but your frantic thoughts.

That noise itself was trumped by the insistent drip of water from the stone walls encasing you. Each tick of the sea water into numerous puddles around you set your nerves further on edge. Even the breeze from deep in the cave sent chills skittering up and down your spine. On guard you saw something move out of the corner of your eye when there shouldn't have been anyone but you in here. Perhaps your prayers of another survivor had been answered.

Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep all incriminating noises dampened. Every fiber in your body wanted to survive but also not be alone. Breath held and teeth clenched you fixate your gaze off into the murky cavern trying to see if your eyesight was betraying you or not. 

"You're awfully far away from the shoreline...."

Your own hand over your mouth instantly gripped too hard on your own cheeks when you spun around to the unannounced voice behind you.

Immediately you gasp at the familiar sight of another human form among the rocks, "You! Are you from the other ship that cra-" 

Your celebration cut short. Regretfully, as the man once leaning into a boulder was a fleeting comfort to your frazzled nerves. It was soon stripped from you as everything from the torso up happened to be the only thing familiar to you. Instead when this stranger stood up your words choked in your throat. 

Lips curled into a smile that would be considered charming had the rest of this creature not rippled with scales when he descended down to where you were. Panicked and looking around, you took a step back. 

This wasn't a human. Face of a human but the very body of a beast. 

You couldn't tear your wide eyes from the way the massive rippling muscles of his tail-like lower half moved him to you. A slither closest to a serpent as he came winding down to you. Fixated on you and you alone as no one else could have been mistaken in this cave for an intruder. 

At first from across the cave he appeared to be comparable in size. Now though as he loomed over you with a charmed smile on his lips. You felt the stomach knotting dread fill you that this inhuman creature stood nearly three heads taller than you. For as panic stricken you certainly seemed. This cave dweller didn't say anything about your clear terror.

"You're looking for survivors?" A bend in his body. He leaned down so the two of you were eye level. Still though you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his scaly lower half. Hard not to comment on your rudeness he finally straightened back up and crossed his arms over his bare chest when you didn't answer the simple question, "That's awfully rude you know?"

"W-What-?"

"Barge into my home and then staring like I'm what doesn't belong." He moved forward. 

You, in an attempt to keep distance between the two of you, did just what your body told you to do. Which was step back. Poorly calculated as your foot slipped on the wet stone underfoot. Before you could brace for the impact of falling. You found something warm and thick curling around your waist.

Ready to scream when you saw his tail wrapped around your waist. You got put to the ground with less roughness than if you'd fallen flat. But still his gesture to set you down knocked the air out of you. Leaving you to accept it as he came to sit next to you. Reclined into the rock. And staring at you. His intent gaze making you not move.

"Were you part of all that ruckus outside my home earlier?" His thin brown brows arched up, "It's quite rude you know."

"I- I didn't-" Mouth full and like your tongue was suddenly made of lead, you couldn't form a real coherent thought. Which only seemed to amuse the scaly creature, "The crash was- I'm so sorry I didn't know this was your home- If you let me I can leave- I was just looking for others and I-"

Dribble out of your mouth really. Cute and amusing. He listened with little intent to hear what you said. Instead his narrow eyes focussed on what was your heart, beating so fast he could see the flutter of your pulse on your neck. Much quicker than the drip of the sea water off the stone walls around you two. He watched your heartbeat give your fear away as the drip around you became louder and louder.

That same tail that had caught you suddenly wasn't as gracious now. He draped his scaly lower half over your lap. Watching you squirm under his heavy tail. Your hands no place to be put but held up by your breast as you attempted to not touch him. Finally his simple smile turned into a crooked grin. 

"That was an awfully big crash outside...and in a storm like this," He shook his head with a simple click of his tongue, "Don't think it would be very safe for you to run out back into it."

A gulp. You look down at his winding tail. Watching and feeling as the tip of such a monstrous appendage came curling around your ankle. If you were to run now chances were he'd trip you instantly. Trying to calm yourself with a shaky breath. The thought of calm was dashed when his tail didn't simply just curl around your lower leg. No. Now you felt the ripple of scale covered muscles move up your leg. Encroaching on your thigh but when you looked over at him next to you all the monster had to do was offer a friendly smile at you.

"Weary little traveler...caught in storm and all alone," As his voice dipped lower, so did his tail until the tip strayed against the inner most part of your thigh. Heat from your core felt against the serpentine's tail. He leaned back into his arm right next to you and watched as you tried to avoid eye contact with him at all costs, "...big bad monsters will eat you up if you leave now...best you stay safe, with me."

For as quick as your heartbeat had threatened to pop from your chest. Now it relocated. Much to your disdain. When the tip of the creature's tail brushed up against the crotch of your panties. You'd been so focused on trying to calm yourself that when his tail finally reached its destination the contact caught you off guard with a little gasp.

Against better judgement you tried to get up with such a jolt, "I really should be-" 

"What? Going so soon?" Yanked back down. But not where you had been sat beforehand. This time the creature was not subtle in pulling you down on his lap. Even when your breath hitched in your chest it was only for a meager second, "Stay. Have a meal with me even weary traveler....It's not often I get company."

"I should really go out and help I can't-" Your weak willed reasoning fell on deaf ears.

Much like the way his tail invited itself to your body. His broad hands were doing the same thing as he kept you pinned to his lap. Causing you a shudder feeling what could only be described as one fluid ripple of his scale covered muscles moving under you. Like he simply was getting comfortable. 

"You haven't even learned my name yet...and I've been such a gracious host letting you stay here," His lips, a stark hot contrast to the cold sea air, made short work of your nerves as he brought them against your ear, "Nor do I know the name of my little guest...won't you tell me your name?"

Lump in your throat hard to swallow. You felt something else uncomfortably hard but it was dashed from your mind with the way his tail rubbed itself unabashedly against your groin. Legs forced to be splayed on his massive muscle riddled lap. And wrists being gently held to your side by his hands. You were stuck.

 "....y/n....m-my name, that's it-" You couldn't control the prickling goosebumps finding their way onto your skin with the way his breath tickled your ear. Perhaps if you played his game, then you could leave unscathed.

A grin curled on his lips. He lifted his face away from the crook of your neck but not once let go of your hands. Never mind the way his tail grinded between your legs leaving you with an ever growing fog creeping up on your mind. Your heartbeat no longer thudding in your chest.

"My name might be a little hard for a mere human to pronounce....but," His words stopped just in the same time your breath caught in your chest as the tip of his tail slipped past the fabric of your panties, "...I suppose you can call me Makki."

Clear as day what his name was. It didn't matter though when the tip of his tail slipped past your folds. Soaked as the cavern walls from the teasing, Makki's tail slid inside your cushiony walls with little resistance. Making the beast chuckle deep in his throat.

"My my," Lips finding your neck again and his grip on your wrists loosening in the same breath, "Seems like my hosting has really taken your mind off all this terrible weather and those scary monsters out there."

Nothing short of a croaking moan left your lips. Consumed by the way his tail curled up inside you at angles you weren't even familiar with even from the most skilled lovers. The smooth feeling of his scales only lending to delving deeper in your cunt as your juices coat him. A fullness like none other. Where it should have burned from the stretching sensation was quickly washed over with the way his tail swiped over your velvety walls.

"F-Fuck-" All that could make it past your gasping lips. Head tipped back into his chest and eyes half lidded. You could hardly tell it was a monster if you looked at him like this. Only his charming smile in your field of vision as his tail began moving in you once more.

"Human's feel much different than other naga," Makki grinned down at you. Watching his own tail violate your cunt as he finally let go of your arms. With the way you gripped his sides under you he had no fear of you running away anytime soon. Leaving him to explore more of your human body.

Of course the monster's hands found your breasts. Squishing and tugging at them until he began rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Quite enticed with the way the hard buds looked in his grasp. Forgetting the work of his tail until a new noise came from you. 

"Oh?" He chirped pleasantly at the sensation of muscle tightness around his tail, "Did you cum already? I wasn't watching, a shame."

Pulling his tail from your insides. Makki examined the wetness covering his scales. Giving it a sniff before flicking his tongue against the little gift you left him. What he found was more than just a palatable taste. Instead he licked his tail clean before looming over you with his hands gripping your thighs.

"A real meal!" He exclaimed with two fingers being pushed inside you before you gathered yourself or your thoughts, "This tastes much better than anything in this cave."

Still reeling from your previous orgasm. When his fingers pushed inside your cunt there was no way you could recall running away now. Instead you grabbed for something to stabilize yourself with his exuberant fingering. Finding no better handle than reaching back behind you to loop your hands around his broad neck. Beast leaned over with his bare chest pressed into your back. Holding onto him was the best you could do as every fiber in your body tingled with immeasurable pleasure.

Reverberation of his pleasant hum in his chest. Makki didn't thrust his fingers inside you much. Only dipping them down to his knuckles and twisting them around until they were soaked in juices. Just to pull them out and slather his tongue in the fresh taste. The half a dozen times he did it left you panting and thrusting your hips up into him for some kind of relief of the knot growing in your stomach once more.

Frustrated with just small tastes he was getting on his fingers. Makki finally had enough. Instead he pulled his fingers from you. Some sort of a whimper in protest but that was cut short from your end when he lifted you up from his lap. Reminded in a second how small you were in comparison when he lifted you above himself. Mouth full of teeth and wide open sent a fearful thought racing through your mind. 

"No wait please- don't eat me I-"

Quickly thrown aside when the row of teeth weren't the intent at all. No when his lips made contact with your cunt it was his tongue that quickly slipped inside you. Squeaking moans leaving past your lips as he held you above himself like it was nothing. Twisting and writhing his slippery tongue inside your cunt. Makki just refused to wait long enough to lick it off his fingers. As a guest it was only within your right to offer him something tasty in return.

"M-Makki! Makki fuck-" Forgetting even the moments before when his tail already stole one orgasm from you. With the way his tongue massaged every inch of your twitching cunt in an attempt to drink you dry meant the beast was leading you right into another orgasm. Legs twitching and fist fulls of of his short cropped brown hair. You couldn't squeeze your thighs together hard enough for him to stop. Instead the hungry beast lapped wildly at your core until suddenly your screams echoed to the back of the cave as you came once again on his tongue of all things.

His tongue only slowed when your grip loosened and your labored breathing became shallow. Makki pulled his tongue from your folds. Licking up what he could from his lips and cheek as he sat you back down on his lap. Unlike before when the smoothness of his belly scales was all that you felt. Something wet prodded the inside of your leg. In a sort of daze when your weak legs spread further apart on his lap you caught a glimpse of something red in contrast to the creamy paleness of his underbelly scales.

"My look how excited you've made me," Makki smiled down at you. Like before his tail was coming up to greet you. But unlike before you found it didn't stop at your legs. This time the broad muscly appendage recurled itself around your waist, "You took my tail so well...lets see how well humans breed."

Lifted once more. This time not higher than it took for him to adjust you on his lap. Your body still on fire even after two orgasms. Craving more and you hand no idea how when you felt as limp as could be. You could only hold onto his chest for your own sake as Makki moved you on his own whim.

The same sliminess. Now closer than just your thigh. Instead it slid up your soaked cunt lips. You gasp the second his cock head brushes against your clit. A sensation reminded after he hadn't touched your sensitive bumble once. The lewd  reaction bring on a grin to the monster's lips.

Wordlessly the enormous monster guided you onto his cock. Hotter than anything his tongue or tail could produce. Your insides felt like they were melting as the thick knot like base of his cock finally sunk down in you. The twitch of his inhuman cock against your cervix. Certain his cock was pushed all the way into your stomach at this point. You couldn't help pant and grab at the monster's chest as he let you rest on his massive cock for a second.

"You tasted so good....I see why we eat you," Makki's lips brushing against your parted ones. The pleasant fucked out look on your features were adoring. Much like a little pet. He peppered your face in kisses as his massive body began forcing you to move up and down slowly on his girthy cock.

Mind fuzzier and fuzzier with each orgasm. Now when your legs splayed apart on his lap. Cock lodged deep in you with some oddity to his knotted cock bumping your deepest parts. You felt like you were suddenly loosing your mind. Forgetting all about the ship wreck or looking for other survivors. All you could see was the charmed smile in front of your face as Makki guided you up and down on his cock.

"F-Fuck- I- I can't take it-" Your head droops down. Hardly able to keep yourself up as he does most the work and your body just tightens around him. Each time you were pulled down on his cock and it felt almost like too much. Everything was eased with the way your clit grinded against his scaly underbelly. Sending ripples of pleasures through your body and allowing you to take every inch of his cock in your little human cunt.

"Shh you're doing so well," Praise falling from the monster's lips. His own breathing quickening in pace. Coming deeper and more ragged as he moved you up and down his cock quicker. Thankful you were doing so well because he wasn't sure how careful he could be with such a little thing.

Drool leaking past your lips. All you could see was him in front of you. Forgetting the cave. Forgetting everything before this. Consumed by the feeling of Makki's cock stretching you out. Feeling like it was getting bigger and bigger. You had no idea it was as he began thrusting into you harder. Fucking you with each time he pulled you down into his lap. Adoringly your hands cupped his cheeks. Wildingly bouncing up and down on his cock unable to help it. You were loosing control once more.

"Shh not yet....shhh just- just a little more-" Makki's words law. His thrusts growing ragged and his chest heaving in short breathes. You stared up at him in fucked out bliss as his brows pinched together and he loomed over you. Suddenly he was much less scary in the moments his hips shuddered under you.

An inhuman throb inside you. Not once had you noticed how larged his cock had grown until the monster held you down on his cock and the gush of hot flooded your senses. Just the swelling sensation of his eerily hot cum spurting inside you was too much to deal with. Body trembling your legs try to close but his broad lower half keeps you spread and impaled on his cock. 

Makki knotted thrusted deep inside you as your third orgasm washes over you. Twitching and spasming around him so hard that simply the amount of cum filling you overflowed around even the bulb of his cock keeping you connected to him. Finally it was all too much. Robbed of every last ounce of energy. You drooped into him. Feeling the monster's cock pump his cum inside you. No idea how much he'd fill you with. Nor caring. 

The familiar sensation of his tail curling around you once again. This time with his hand coming down to stroke your cool cheek in an almost sweet gesture. You couldn't move. And you couldn't be bothered to move atop his enormous body. Makki had simply been right all along. It would have been too dangerous to leave the cave. You had no idea the monsters lurking out in the storm. At least in here, you understood the monsters were friendly.

[yandereaffections]

Scenario with Agapito: reader is laying on his chest with minimal clothing and they’re watching Netflix in bed, the show YOU

Episode 2 season 2 particularly: when Joe shoved jasper through the meat grinder. It would be the perfect episode for him to flaunt his protective side

With the window open the smell of cigarettes and the slightest hint of weed from the last time Agapito got his weekly high slowly got replaced by the night air. The vanilla pumpkin candle on the same bedside table agapito stashed his cigarettes helped quite a bit to settle you two down into each other's embrace as well. Crickets chirping with the occasional sound of a car passing as you two focus on the tv Agapito dragged out of the common room to his bedroom just for his angel and their want to lay down on him with all the warmth of a bed to keep you two all cuddled up.

To be honest if agapito knew you liked this show of an obsessive and dedicated lover then surely he would've been able to be himself around you sooner than he did. "YOU" is certainly something he can relate to, admiring the way Joe's thoughts almost completely reflect his own from time to time. Even better is that you not only see the similarities in their love language of smotheringly protective but also in their voices, a similarity that Agapito wouldn't notice until you eventually set up a recording of his and Joe Goldbergs voice up against each other, but that can be done another time.

Right now it's time for nothing more than laying on this man's chest in just the right position where you can see the tv that's awkwardly placed on his wardrobe, all the items that were once somewhat organized on top still pushed aside to make room so you two can watch a unstable man pin after a bold love interest. It's almost funny how much the character "Love" reminds him of you, straight forward and not taking shit yet loving and mothering, and when Agapito mentions it to you he makes sure to have you sat up on your elbow just so he can see your smile. "It's true though," he says through a smile, tugging you back into his chest, wanting to feel the softness of your skin against his once more "you're amazing like that, naturally" a sigh following as you squirm with his arm around you trying to get back in the perfect position again

Moments like this are what he wakes up for every morning to feel, even if he keeps falling asleep promptly after his first or second alarm it's the feeling of you in his arms that encourages him, the gentle touch he treasures. Content in this moment with you happily pressed against his torso even if you two are focusing on another's relationship on the screen. At least he gets to randomly smooch kisses onto the top of your hair as he admires the curves highlighted by the candle light he can see from this angle, each of which he would love to caress if the arm closest wasn't busy keeping you squished in a snuggly hold.

It wasn't until the moment Joe started cleaning up the body of Jasper that Agapito even dared contemplating disturbing this moment. He's sure you've watched this plenty of times without flinching before he came around, though that doesn't dismiss the fact your lover doesn't want you seeing a single bit of brutality that isn't necessary. Ignoring the way you whine at him while he sits up, basically forcing you up as well, awkwardly leaning on his bare stomach as Agapito scoops his hand under the side of your face promoting you to focus solely on him. No need to spare the slightest of glances towards the main character making deep cuts to dismember and grind down the body of his victim when you're facing agapitos sudden attack of kisses, "don't take your attention off me" being mumbled between each love sick smooch, not even caring if the scene has passed or not anymore, completely lost in you as he pulls his angel on top of his lap. You can continue watching when Agapito's done with what he started.

Pressed closer to each other certainly helps beat off the cold that's beginning to come through the window yet still he manages to bring shivers to each part his hand traces, from your bare hips all the way up your spine, a evil smiling making its way to the corners of his mouth as he feels the shutter travel up your spine. Only at the feeling of you slapping his shoulder will agapito stop, breathing as heavy as your own though still very proud of his actions. "I just wanted to chill, man," despite being out of breath and obviously flustered you managed to speak that, quickly shoving your body back against his own in a cuddly position where he couldn't dare pull you back into intoxicating kisses. "Is that why you leaned into each kiss?" A quick snap with a cocky tone before you slapped his shoulder once more "Oh, hush", and he complied, satisfied with the amount of love he basically stole from you as he relaxes once more with a new part of the same episode playing in front of you two.

[fullmarvelheart]

The Man From the Night

Pairing: Avengers x Enhanced!OFC

Word Count: 2,815

WARNING: swearing, angst themes of anxiety, such as panic attacks. Sexual assault is also, vaguely, mentioned as well. Please read at your own discretion.

A/N: Ooh your savior is here! Had to do that! But things are just getting interesting. Image is not my own, all rights to the owner. All mistakes are my own.

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As I begin to wake, the first thing that greets me is a throbbing headache. Though, as I reach to help ease the pain, I find my arm being pulled slightly back from something attached to it. My eyes quickly shoot open and after blinking away the blurry fog that fills my vision, I see a metal cuff encasing my wrist, tying it to whatever hard surface I'm on. I go to pull it off with my other hand but find that restrained as well. I being to panic and take notice my surroundings.

The walls are filled with old looking wallpaper that's peeling off the walls, blank of any object. The air smells musty and damp. If I had been found by them, I know this isn't the place I'd wake up to. Still, that doesn't ease my fear.

I begin to thrash around, trying to loosen whatever is holding me down. To no avail, however. The noise must have notified my captors because I soon hear a pair of hurried footsteps echoing up some stairs. I inhale sharply when I feel his presence. The man who is not of Earth.

Realizing I had recovered my strength in my sleep, and by sheer adrenaline and instinct alone, I expel a force only where the shackles rest that send them flying through the walls of the room I'm in. Clumsily, I climb off the table as dizziness began to set in from the new and surprisingly intense task I preformed.

The door suddenly flies open and I find myself backing against the farthest wall, prepared to blow it out in case I need a quick escape. The man wears a smirk of amusement, but his body language holds a defensive stance, while his hand grips onto the door knob. He looks ready to strike at any given time. I put my guard up, silently cursing at the fact that I had no weapon near me if I needed one. Though, I do take this time to finally observe the guy.

I was right when I said he was tall. He stands at a height of what appears to be a few inches above six feet. His long raven-colored hair is slightly curly and some of it hangs lazily on the side of his face. His bright emerald green eyes are staring directly into my own blue ones. That smirk is still plastered on his face, though, his breaths come out rapid and uneven, as if he had just ran from somewhere. The stairs, duh... I wasn't able to get a good look at the rest of him as a voice interrupted my... um... observing.

"Are you finished staring at me, human?" His voice, smooth and heavily accented, one that sounds vaguely familiar to me. Though, I do not miss the condescending tone in his voice, and I dare not correct his mistake.

"Pfft! I wasn't staring." I sneer back at him.

"Then what would you call that?" He inquires as his smirk seems to grow.

"Analyzing." I reply quickly, almost too quickly.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes while crossing his arms. My eyes dare not to explore the being standing in front of me any further.

"Who are you?" I growl lowly, feeling defensive again. "Why was I locked up?"

Again, he rolls his eyes and I really want to punch him and just take my leave. In a split second he stands before me and I immediately plaster my hands against the wall, summoning my powers to them, draining any energy source nearby, other than him, that I could. He looks down slightly and I catch the faint blue of my ability reflecting in his eyes.

"I wouldn't do such a foolish thing. There is another mortal behind that wall, and judging by the way you acted earlier today, I think you wouldn't want any harm to come to them."

I think of his words before feeling for a presence behind the wall. Sure enough, he's right. I can feel the energy surge through the person's nervous system, and even their heart. But that doesn't mean I'd let him scare me into submission. Beings much scarier have in the past, and he isn't one of them. Instead of blasting the wall back, I flip my palms over and used the force collected to push him back away from me. He flies over the table I was chained to and I try to make a run for it. I'm almost at the door, when I feel a blade at my throat and my body being jerked back.

Our heavy breaths are the only thing filling the silence of the room. When he drops his guard seemingly thinking I submitted myself to him, I use my hand that's closest to his own to apply just the right amount of pressure to his wrist, causing him to drop the blade before my other hand catches it. I step out of his reach and point the blade towards him, still taking small steps back to create distance.

"I'm going to ask this again," I say in a voice heavy with adrenaline and caution. "Who the hell are you?"

He grins, menacingly, as he stepped towards me.

"Someone you don't want to mess with." Suddenly the knife vanishes and I let out a startled gasp.

Barely a millisecond later, I feel my body push my legs towards the open door in order to escape. However as soon as I do, I'm tackled to the ground. My head hits with a sickening thud, stars dance across my vison. I try to move but find my hands bound above my head and pressure on the lower half of my body. I open my eyes to find him hovering over me while holding my wrists in one hand, the other near my shoulder to keep him off my torso, and his legs holding down my own.

My heart starts to beat faster and my breath grows sharper as I feel myself reliving a nightmare. Tears prickle my eyes before I clench them shut while focusing on trying to stop the panic attack that is beginning to develop. The pressure on my wrist lessens as my breaths grow harsher and I feel my body trembling.

I can't stop it.

Words are being spoken above me, but I can't hear over the ringing in my ears or the sound of my quickening heartbeat. I try to not summon my powers but in my panicked state, I can't focus on controlling them. A few things burst around me, causing me to shriek in fear.

Suddenly I'm being lifted up and encased in a strong embrace. One hand is rubbing soothing circles on my back while the other one brushes through my hair.

"I'm sorry. Shh, you're ok. I won't harm you like that." A voice says above me.

My cries slowly turn to whimpers and things stop breaking. Pretty soon, it is just my trembling form being gently rocked by the being who holds me close. They continue to whisper calming words to me as my breathing began to even out.

"Are you quite finished?" The voice, his voice, asks rather annoyed, sounding completely different than he did moments ago.

I growl lowly to myself as I forcefully, by that I mean shakily, push myself away from the raven-haired man.

After getting up and not sparing a glance towards him, I walk over to a small table that was placed in the hallway. Glass shards and other debris littered the floor but I don't care about the wreckage around me. Using the table to prop myself up, I begin to grow angry, which slowly replaces the fear still coursing through my tired body. My fingers began curling into fists and my breath grows heavy with rage.

I'm pissed.

At the raven-haired man, but mostly at myself. It had happened so long ago yet it still constantly gets the better of me. Constantly! Everything they did does, and everything he did still remains a heavy burden on my mind.

"DAMN IT!" I scream, hitting the wooden table hard enough for it to go crumbling to the floor.

The man behind me chuckles.

"That was quite... the... s-show..." His words fade as I begin slowly taking the energy coursing through his cells, making him grow a little more tired with each passing moment.

He stumbles to the floor.

"I'll ask you. once. more." I growl through gritted teeth, slowly turning towards him.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" I roar, causing the man to flinch back, though tired.

"L-Loki, of A-Asgard."He breathes out.

Satisfied with the answer, I stop draining him, and with a flick of my wrist emitting a soft blue glow, he seems to be able to breathe again.

"Why was I chained up?" I sneer, though sounding significantly less pissed off than before.

"I-I do believe that it was you who attacked me first. Call it insurance."  He arrogantly says, bringing himself up to stand, though as if he was a newborn creature.

"It was you who came at me with daggers, after you created a... shadow... or whatever it was." I counter. "I was only defending myself." I say the last part quieter, feeling the adrenaline leave my system.

I groan in frustration before bring my hands to my face and sliding down the wall to sit on top of the now broken table.

"You know, you remind me of someone... when you lose your temper, that is." He comments with a sly smile that I miss. Though, I do hear him still stumbling slightly from the drain.

"Shut up!" I growl into my hands.

He scoffs.

"Why'd you bring me here?" I ask after a few moments.

I'm met with silence.

"What? Got nothing to say?" I snap, looking towards where he stands, leaning against the wall.

"Would you rather me leave you in the street with the spectacle you created?" He shot back.

It was my turn to be silent as I press my lips into a thin line and move my eyes to the floor. My mind began to swirl with the "what ifs". Those two dangerous word kept popping up in various scenarios. None of them good. They never are.

"Got nothing to say?" He mocks.

I shoot him a small glare before bringing my gaze back to the floor.

"Thank you, but only for getting me out of there." I say, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He grunts in acknowledgement and a peaceful silence engulfs the room. That is until the biggest spider I have ever seen in my whole damn life lands directly on my flats I had worn to work.

I squeal loudly and jump up in terror then proceed to fling the spider off my shoe. When it lands, it begins to run, though doesn't get far as my foot comes crashing down on top of it. I huff with rapid breaths before looking over to the man, Loki as I recall, to see his eyebrows raised and amusement lacing his features.

"Don't say anything." I quickly command to avoid feeling more embarrassment.

He raises his hands in mock surrender while slightly chuckling to himself, only for me to flip him 'the bird'. But now that the air between us is calmer, I take the chance to look around and get my bearings.

The air still smells musty, but it's now clouded with dust particles, and the walls still look worn and old. The wooden floors, cracked and falling apart. Old wallpaper hangs, peeling off the walls and a thick layer of dust rests on the undisturbed objects in the hall. If it were just those things, the place would look untouched and abandoned. However, because of my destruction, that's far from accurate.

Besides the broken table, all the various lights once hanging off the walls and ceiling have been blow up. Broken glass resides in the old walls, their jagged and sharp edges sticking out like clear knives. Other pieces lie littered over the floor. Bits of dry wall, where electrical lines ran along them, lay across the floor, the edges chard and smoking. Objects from the walls lie scattered over the floor as well, some broken while others are not.

I take a deep breath as I take in what I did, but I push the internal regret aside as I turn back to man that's looking at me apprehensively. This place has this familiarity to it, one that brings back not so good memories. So, I try to push it all back in the locked box I keep those things in.

"You live here?" I question with disgust, masking my inner turmoil.

"Well it looked a lot better before you happened. And it's the only place available for the amount of riches I had. Why must you Midgardians make things so ridiculously expensive?"

I let out a breathy chuckle as his grumbling is realistically funny.

"I wish I knew..." I murmur before a few moments of silence. "Tell me, what did you have in mind for after I woke up? Unless you were planning on keeping me chained up the whole time?" I sass while crossing my arms and shifting my weight to one leg.

"I hadn't gotten to that part of the plan yet before you woke up." He says with annoyance.

"Perfect..." I grumble. "Well... There's no way I'm staying here. I have my own home that needs to be attended to. But you aren't staying here either." I say sharply while starring the man down.

He sways slightly, eyes widened.

"Beg you pardon?" The disbelief in his tone has me smirk.

"Do you have anything here that's important?"

"Wha-wh-I..." I grin, seeming to catch him off guard.

"Well if you do, it won't go anywhere." I say marching up to him.

Before he has the chance to dodge my hand, I manage to collect enough energy, grab him, and teleport us to my living room. The smell of mint quickly surrounds me before it is replaced by the fresh sent of my home.

"Oh, this is so much better." I groan tiredly while flopping on the couch.

Finally, something comfortable...

"You weren't complaining about the remains of the table when you sat on that."

My eyes widen in shock. I just heard Loki's voice inside my head.

No! That's impossible!

"Not impossible, darling." He chuckles from somewhere in the room.

My mouth falls agape before I turn to look for him. When I find him, he's mumbling something before a dizziness sets in. I hold onto the couch for stability but still fall over, fading into the blackness.

~Loki's p.o.v~

Finally! Although the girl's abilities are extremely powerful, she is extremely naïve.

I smirk at this small mortal, but it quickly fades when I remember how she forced me to give her information, information I lacked in return. Or how she overwhelmed me with the feeling of exhaustion, one that's still very present. Or how she blocked me from her thoughts as she was calming down and right before she brought us here. The even more worrisome thing for me is that she didn't even know she did so, or rather, appeared not to know such things. Usually, blocking my abilities takes practice, training. All of which she clearly lacks. Her powers feed off of her emotions, I noticed. Such a pity. But her raw power is terrifying.

I begin to slowly walk around the place in which she brought us, perhaps her home. I look around for something to eat, as she left me quite tired and hungry. While I'm beyond shocked at how she brought me here, I am grateful. She wasn't wrong to be disgusted by my old lodgings, but I also felt her understanding of the situation. Which confused me even more than I already am. Her thoughts often betray her outward mannerism, creating this paradox to her.

As I wander, I notice the place is void of anything personal, besides her articles of clothing. There are no pictures that you'd expect to see in a Midgardian home. Not even an image of her. Ever her mug is a blank white. There is no personal touch in the place, it's rather... unnerving. If she didn't act so comfortable here, I would assume this was a random building.

I walk back to where she lay in order to wake her up. But as I get closer, I notice how comfortable she is, how peaceful. I noticed the dark circles under her eyes when I brought her back to my place. I had expected her to sleep longer, but she was out for barely thirty minutes.

Deciding she needs this, I exit the room and find a way to occupy myself and hopefully find something to eat.

Chapter 3

[fanfic-hoe]

Falling Asleep On Them HCs

Summary: Just some fluffy naptime shenanigans ig lol

sorry it’s taken me a little while since i’ve posted anything but please enjoy anyways lol :)

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Daichi:

so daichi is not one to show you off

he will brag about you and he always shows you how proud he is of you and how much he loves you

but he doesn't really like to show you off

He wants to keep you all to himself for the most part

he will kiss your forehead and hold you hand if you want but other than that he’s not a huge fan of PDA

this is why when you fall asleep on his shoulder during your lunch break his face flushes a bit 

as soon as he feels your head come to rest on his shoulder he looks down at you for an explanation when he sees your eyes are closed 

he squeezes your hand and whispers your name and when you don’t respond he know you’re asleep

his face goes a red and he bites back a smile

suga and asahi smile, silently laughing a bit, but for the most part they’re pretty chill about it and don’t tease him too much

pretty quickly their conversation is back to normal, quieter if anything but that’s only because they wanted to let you sleep lol

however this was nearly interupted when tanaka and noya came running into the third year classrom because they had a question for dachi 

but he glared at them and scared them away 

just for you

lol 

safest place to sleep is in his arms 

10/10 would reccomend

Suga

now Suga on the other hand i feel is pretty big on pda 

he loves to hold your hand

he kisses your cheek whenever you two meet up 

kisses your forehead whenever you have to leave 

hugs you from behing when you’re like standing in line and stuff

he’s just a very affectonate person and he does it in such a way that its not cringey 

hes too cute for that 

so all this being said he’s not very put off when your head falls on his shoulder when you’re sitting next to him on the bus 

he’s kind of happy about it actually 

he smiles and presses a soft kiss to your head

also

hes so! warm !! 

and !!!

smells so !!!! heckin !!!!! good !!!!!!

definitely takes out his phone and snaps a picture because he thinks your cute 

will smack anyone that tries to wake you up with his free arm

he’s just so cute 

fall asleep on this boy once and you won’t be able to sleep anywhere else 

Asahi 

now this boy gets nervous to hold your hand

he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you for awhile because he was scared he wouldn’t be good at it and that you would hate him

pls protect him

so when you’re sitting under a tree during a break 

and you pull his arm around your shoulders and curl up into his side 

he almost passes out

his face is so red

he’s looking around like crazy

is he looking for help or is he looking to make sure no one’s watching ?

after awhile though when your body heat starts to warm him up and he smells your perfume/colgone and he sees how peaceful you look

he starts to like it 

he’ll gently kiss your forehead and smile to himself thinking about how lucky he is to have you

fall asleep on this boy once and he won’t let you out of his arms lol 

Tanaka

now we all know this one is a huge fan of pda and showing you off

his hand is always either holding yours, or in your back pocket or something like that 

kisses you whenever he gets the chance

all of that 

so when you two are sitting in the gym on a break and you lay down next to him and place your head in his lap

and he looks down at you and see how calm you are

his heart nearly bursts

he’s so excited that you decided to sleep on him

he whisper yells at Noya to bring his phone over 

takes a million frickin pictures

sends his favorites to the team gc lol

is almost scared to touch you because he can’t bring himself to wake his precious Y/n

eventually goes quiet and just stares at you 

hes like ‘wow this human is all mine. i love them so much and they love me too.’

he’s the luckiest person in the world 

refuses to get up when it’s time to get back to practice until daichi makes him

pouts for the rest of practice 

Nishinoya

now as much as Noya loves pda he’s actually more chill about it than you might think

he just feels like he gets you all to himself when the two of you are alone that, even though he’s holding your hand, there’s no need for it 

but he’s definitely down for literally anything you want to do

you want him to keeps arms around you? a-ok

you want him to give you a kiss? why of course

you want a hug? dont even need to ask

you want it, he’ll do it no questions asked but the only thing he really does of his own accord is hold your hand

so when you pull him down onto the bench next to you so you can put your head on his shoulder he goes so soft 

only blushes a little bit 

‘this is why you called me over here? cute’

makes Hinata take a picture for him lol 

sets it as his lock screen because you’re so darn cute 

Tsukishima

now this salty piece of boy is not very affectionate

but we been knew

so if you want to so much as hold his hand you’d better be prepared with arguments and your strongest puppydog eyes or something

this boy just doesn’t see the point or appeal of all the clingy cuddly stuff

he lies when he says this of course but we let it slide for the sake of appearances

so

when you’re sitting with him on the bus back from Tokyo and you pull his arm around your shoulders and rest your head on his chest

his face turns into a tomato

homeboy said blood moon tings

he looks down at you and how calm you look and falls in love with you all over again

smiles just a bit

the definitely see it and tease him to heck and back

this eventually wakes you back up

much to Tsuki’s dismay

“tch nice going you guys you woke them up”

puts his headphones over your ears and puts on a playlist he made just for you before pulling your head back down to his chest

if it weren’t for the headphones you’d hear just how fast his heart was beating

please give this boy affection

he says he doesn’t want it but he’s secretly so touch starved the poor bb :(

10/10 a secret softie

Yamaguchi

now this bean is somewhat similarly Asahi’s situation

his case is not quite so severe though

like he’ll hold your hand and kiss your cheek but it’s never with out a little blush

he actually took to physical affection pretty quickly but he’s still shy about it

so when you pull up a chair next to where him and Tsukishima are sitting during lunch and then wrap your arms around his torso and lean on his shoulder

oof this boy goes very very red

Tsuki snickers at him a bit but doesn’t say anything

they keep talking tho just a little softer now

whenever you shift and he’s reminded of how your holding him he’ll stutter a bit🥺

overall just very cute times

please cuddle this boy

Kageyama

now this stiff lil mans

oof he’s so sweet but he doesn’t really know how to express it

he doesn’t really go very red whenever you take his hand in yours but he gets all the butterflies

he’s so touch starved but he doesn’tknow what to do about it so he just kinda stands right next to you until you get the hint lol

so as you can imagine when you fall asleep on him for the first time he actually does go very red for once and his heart sort of races

you definitely hear it

you’re sitting with him at a tournament and he’s just talking to Hinata about the match they’re watching when you prop your feet up on the seat in front of you and lean your head on his shoulder

he just sorta stops as his face goes red

Hinata, the lil baby oh my goodness, just kinda pesters him about it before he finally comes to and calls him a dumbass and tells him to shut up before he wakes you

slowly relaxes and grabs your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles

realises how much he likes being this close to you and asks for more cuddles when you’re alone

Hinata

oh my gosh this little bean

he’s so cute

he invited you to the tournament and they had just won a match against another powerhouse school

he was very excited that you were there for him and the team but for once he was actually kind of tired

so as the two of you sat, watching another match, you both kinda just feel alseep in each other 🥺

at first it was just you, he kept you up all night because he was “just too excited to sleep”

he’s such a child oh my goodness

so, as happy as you were for him, you were also ready to pass out

so you did

you took his hand and snaked your arms around his arm closest to you and put your head on his shoulder

he went a little red but he’s pretty clingy himself so it’s not really anything new

and he was tired too so he just decided to rest his head on top of yours after pressing a kiss to your forehead

the guys would’ve teased him then and there but Suga made them be quiet because “Come on guys this is the quietest he’s ever been”

so they tease him on the bus instead

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Kismet (Chapter 19): A BTS Jin Imagines Fanfic

First ever fanfic. Contains some fluff and smut. Please read sequentially as it is a long story arc. Please provide feedback! My IG is btskismet.

November 8, 1944

Jun-seok was greeted by the pleasant-looking soldier who was speaking with the woman earlier. He was taller than Jun-seok and had a nice smile. His dimples were showing and his build looked like that of a model - long legs and a long torso. If he wasn't in the military, he could be modeling suits or even come across as a lounge singer.

"Konnichiwa, Ittohei Sakurai. Watashi wa Jun-i Watanabe Nama." (Hello, Private Sakurai. I am Warrant Officer Nama Watanabe), the officer introduced himself with a bow.

Jun-seok bowed back and introduce himself with his Japanese name.

"Touma-san, it's good to have another soldier here who studied machinery very well. I've been waiting for your arrival. We badly need someone to help us repair the planes.", Watanabe said. This made Jun-seok smile as he was getting excited with the chance of looking at a fighter plane's engine.

"Has the Captain brief you on the other orders?", Watanabe inquired. Jun-seok's mood then changed to be quite serious. "Yes. I'll make sure to do what is asked.", Jun-seok replied.

Watanabe then patted Jun-seok's shoulder. "Don't worry, I will help you. I'll tell you more about the other soldiers so you know who to approach. I personally approve of this idea, even though the Captain doesn't."

Watanabe then brought Jun-seok inside the sundries shop to gather his supplies. They then walked to the barracks.

"You see, I've spoken to some of the soldiers in Akagi-san's platoon.", Watanabe expressed as they were walking side by side. "Some of the newer ones are quite scared of him and they are being forced to do what he wants. There are about half of the soldiers who are very loyal to him since they were part of his platoon from the very beginning. But there are newer ones who don't understand his orders."

Jun-seok contemplated on this for a few minutes. The newer soldiers will be easier to sway and he just needed to befriend them.

"The Captain doesn't believe that the minds of the soldiers can be changed but I do. After talking to them privately for the past few weeks, I can see that Akagi-san's hold on all of them is weakening. We just need someone to further break that hold.", Watanabe said with a harder pat on Jun-seok's shoulder when he said his last statement.

"I'll do my best, Jun-i.", he said to Watanabe.

Jun-seok suddenly had to urge to ask Watanabe about the beautiful woman he was speaking with, seeing that he seems to be the talkative type. But he hesitated. He didn't want the officer to think he had women on the brain. Next time I'll ask, he thought to himself.

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The barracks were at least 2 kilometers away from town. It wasn't hard to walk the distance as they met more soldiers along the way. There were fields around the area with farmers picking out coffee fruits from the plants as well.

As he was looking at the fields, it made sense why the army wanted to have them converted into tarmac. They were the only expansive areas of land in the densely populated area of the town. The land was also hilly and there weren't that many long stretches of plains to build somewhere else. So, the fields had to go.

How the Major was going to convince the Mayor about giving up the fields would be a difficult task - it wouldn't be easy to take out these swaths of land, especially if the farmers needed it. He didn't see many plantations but the few he saw were really fertile as many farmers kept picking the fruits and left the field with baskets full of the fruit.

Watanabe brought him to his quarters at the barracks. He asked as to why he was staying alone and no one was bunking with him. "This is actually a storage area converted to your quarters. It's connected to the kitchen. I'm sorry if we couldn't get you a regular bunk with the other soldiers. The last rebel attack hit our existing quarters and we're still rebuilding.", Watanabe said, with a slight scratch to the back of his head.

Jun-seok was actually happy he was alone. He knew he had to connect with the soldiers of Akagi's platoon soon but for the first few days of his arrival to the country, he really wanted time for himself. He hasn't had a chance to sit down and really take all of it in ever since he arrived.

"This is good, Jun-i Watanabe. I will feel comfortable here. Does the cook stay near here too?"

Watanabe shook his head. "No, he's on the other side of the main quarters. You'll have to wait for him before you could eat. Unless you can cook..."

"I can.", Jun-seok said as he was looking at the food items inside the quarters. "If the cook needs help, I can help him out."

"Ha! Will wonders ever cease. You're a jack of all trades, Ittohei.", Watanabe said. "Let's not share that with the cook then. He's good but I know cooking is his passion and he doesn't want others to bother or compete with him. The food has been... edible with the scarce ingredients we have and we can get. Might hurt his feelings, you know, if he knew you can cook. He replaced the last one since Matsuyo-san... well..."

Jun-seok understood why Watanabe trailed off. The previous cook probably was someone dear to him if he couldn't even mention that the man died. Sadness could be seen on Watanabe's face as his fingers traced over cans of soup.

"If you have time to cook, then maybe we can all eat better. Hehe...", Watanabe said with a slight smirk to change the somber mood his silence brought.

"I'll leave you for now. Please report to my office this afternoon so you can start on knowing your tasks. I will need to check tomorrow how many planes are back for repair. I think we can bring them closer to the camp. Without the tarmac close to us, we got to be more creative in getting things done. "

"Hai, Jun-i. Domo arigato gozaimasu.", Jun-seok replied with a low bow.

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Jun-seok spent the rest of the day going around the barracks and the camp surrounding it. He wanted to make sure he was familiar with his surroundings. He wouldn't want to be caught in a blind spot or be trapped somewhere if an attack happened. So, he made sure he knew where the armory was at. He would be getting his service pistol tomorrow but that wasn't an assurance in case of a rebel siege.

He didn't have a chance to meet the other soldiers he was supposed to investigate and convince since they were out for rounds around the perimeter. So, he was able to enjoy dinner by himself. He had some fish and rice from the store he went to that morning and some pickled vegetables. Eating them made him miss his mother's kimchi.

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Jun-seok joined the squad that morning on their way to the perimeter line closest to the coffee fields.

The squad went to the storage area/his quarters that early morning and were startled to see him there. They went there to pick up supplies for the squad near the perimeter, which was also known as a hotspot for surprise rebel attacks. Jun-seok asked if he could come with them to check it out. Jun-i Watanabe went to the next town that morning to check the planes and he did say Jun-seok should wait until he finds a way to get the damaged planes closer to the barracks.

The squad agreed in having him join them as long as he helped bring the food.

Lugging a sack of rice on his back (and they made him work by giving him the heaviest bag), he came to know the small squad of 4 soldiers. They've been in the town for almost 6 months but they were originally deployed in the capital.

"Man, I feel lucky we're here now. In the capital, almost every other day, we were fighting with rebels. I hardly got any sleep when we were there. And the locals weren't as helpful or friendly than the ones here.", one of the soldiers shared.

"Yeah, Shosa's good relationship with the Mayor here is paying off. I haven't paid for much of my supplies from the merchants. They don't mind giving stuff for free. So I'm able to keep my money so I can send it back home.", another soldier shared happily in their conversation.

Jun-seok was starting to feel more at ease being assigned to this area. He experienced that nice hospitality as well yesterday. So, it wasn't just a random thing.

Even I have this unsettling task to do, at least it won't be too hard if the locals were friendly, he thought to himself. This made him feel more confident.

That confidence was about to wane soon though.

A light drizzle started and with the skies slightly dark, rain was bound to come. He felt relieved that wearing the extra jacket on top of his uniform wasn't a waste when he took it as an afterthought before he left camp.

As they approached the perimeter near the coffee fields, they heard angry shouts coming from the forested area close to the field. They couldn’t make out what was going on from afar so they decided to go into the forest.

What Jun-seok saw made his heart sink.

--- to be continued - -