#and then while in that form it looks like 2 piercings on his right ear since it splits into 2 halves of a circular shape

[spacelandz]

we love a guy who Fucking Dies

[dollfacefantasy]

RIGHT OFF OUR BONES ♡

pairing: vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: one year after leon inserted himself into your life, he has a special way to celebrate your anniversary. the life-changing decision that's haunted you since that night in your room.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, public sex, blood play and drinking, knife play, religious imagery

wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy halloween!! i hope you guys like this one. technically it is a part 2 to this fic, although this can be read as a stand alone since the past events are explained in it. anyways reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated as always <3

kinktober slot: vampire leon (he's special he gets his own day)

His lips landed on the knuckles of your middle and ring finger just as the clock on his wrist struck midnight. He wanted to be touching you as the day turned over. Minutes ago this night had been like any other, but now it was officially something special.

It was your anniversary.

Your eyes watched him. His features remained piercing even in the darkness of the club. The lights hit him just right where the two of you sat on the upper balcony. A beautiful array of reds glowed on his cheek. His nose and brow cast sharp shadows. You can't help but be entranced by the sight, and that fact only became more true when his eyes flitted up and looked at yours.

"One whole year, beloved."

Despite the blaring music, you heard him as though he whispered the words right in your ear. You nodded in return, not confident your own voice could carry over the drums in the same manner.

You watched him smirk. He knew what you were thinking. Not even metaphorically. He had the sixth sense of the mind. It only took him six months of your relationship to inform you of that.

One whole year. You could hardly believe it. These months had passed you by quicker than any other year in your past. Knowing Leon and letting him in had turned your life into a blur of bloody kisses and long nights. Days became fleeting, just intervals of time you had to endure between his visits.

The version of you who had been sleeping peacefully in her bed the night he first snuck in never would have envisioned this becoming her reality. You couldn't have imagined Leon, who'd been nothing more than a faceless form in the background to you, would sink his fangs so deep into every facet of your being.

You'd been scared of him at first, then thrilled, captivated by the danger he brought. That stayed true for a while, and it still might be true today. You love him now though, so it's harder to pinpoint. The fear has become muddled with the devotion and adoration, the worship and the reverence.

"Are you ready to see your surprise?" he asked, cutting into your thoughts.

You nodded again, fingers clasping around his icy palm as he rose to his feet. He pulled you to your own before guiding you through the gatherings of people on the way to the stairs. The song playing reverberated through the metal of the suspended walkway. The lyrics about holding you close and tearing you apart wrapped around each part of you and sunk through your skin.

Leon had been teasing you with this surprise for the past week. He wouldn't give you a clue as to what it was beyond the fact that it was for your anniversary.

He traversed the stairs in front of you. Not a hair on his head moved with the motion. It stayed slick back in place. When you reached the bottom, his grip on your hand remained just as firm. There were more people down there. More eyes catching on his presence. His alabaster skin and obsidian shirt. He didn't return any of their looks though. He walked through them as if infected with a disease, which in a sense was the case. Maybe all of these people knew that deep down but didn't have the words to articulate it.

They didn't have the knowledge that monsters were real. That life didn't have to be a straight path to death. There were ways to subvert it and prolong existence. To become an imitation of a living being. In childish terms - as your lover called it -  to become a vampire.

The two of you floated through the exit of the club and out onto the sidewalk. You could still hear the music from outside the stone walls. The song switched over into something filled with synth. The change meant nothing to you though as Leon continued tugging you in the opposite direction of his feeding ground.

Your shoulders shuddered as the cold of the night started to gloss over your bare skin. A light breeze blew over you too, swishing the crimson fabric on the skirt of your dress.

"Are you cold?" Leon asked simply.

He found your mortal needs cute. Little ways he could take care of you and show that he had your best interest in mind. Small methods of building your dependence on him.

"A little bit," you answered as he'd expected.

Nodding in acknowledgement, he released your hand and draped his arm over your shoulders instead. He pulled you close, tucking you to his side. It didn't help much in terms of physical warmth given that he didn't emit any, but the gesture unleashed a swarm of butterflies in your belly that carried the heat of affection up into your chest and shoulders.

Smile now on your face, you turned to look at him.

"So... Do I get to know where we're going?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.

He returned the gaze by looking over at you.

"Have some patience. You've been waiting an entire year for this. I think you can last a few minutes more."

His familiar smirk curled his lips into a picture of smug superiority. There was nothing Leon enjoyed more than being able to have a hold on you. To know something you didn't. It made him feel like your keeper. The one who could guide you through this world and into any others.

"Not even a hint?" you teased.

"Not one," he confirmed. Leaning in, he gave you a quick peck on the lips as a reward for your expected patience.

You only had to walk a handful more blocks before your destination came into view. The ground beneath your heels softened, transitioning from solid concrete to loose dirt. Decaying grass lined the walkway to the iron gates. Lights from the city streets faded into the distance, bringing a different kind of chill over you. The thrill of isolation surrounded you even though you were with someone else. It brought the sense that it was just you two in the world right now.

'Raccoon City Cemetery' was displayed in thin letters above the gaunt points of the fencing. The gates opened with a rusty creak and shut with the same sound.

"The cemetery?" you asked, "Is this your version of romantic?"

"You'll see. I think you'll come to see it my way soon enough. Like you always do," he replied, his voice picking up a bit of a teasing lilt.

You laughed quietly as he pulled you along the rows of headstones. "Are you calling me a pushover?"

"Never, sweetheart. Only trusting. Susceptible to my persuasion. But that's how I like you."

The pair of you continued heading deeper into the fields of remains. Flowers decorated a collection of graves while others were left desolate. He pulled you into a sharp turn around a mossy one and down a few more rows. You passed one more that was cracked before he finally stopped.

He looked at you before you could even think to ask anything. His arm fell from your shoulders, and his hand landed on your waist instead. He pulled you to stand in front of him. His other arm matched the placement of his other one, both of them snaking around you and holding you flush against his chest.

You felt his chin rest on your shoulder and his lips peck your throat a few times as your eyes trained on the stone about six feet from you. It was one of the empty ones. The rock looked fresh though, not marred or weathered like some of the others. Though not a single bouquet had been left in honor of the person who lay below.

Or who was supposed to be lying below.

Your eyes caught on the lettering engraved across the hard surface. Leon Scott Kennedy. Some details sat a few inches down. His date of birth. His date of death. An inscription that said "Lived to protect. Died doing just that. Will live on in the hearts of those he saved. Rest in Peace."

Honestly, you didn't know what to say. As much time as you'd spent with Leon over the past year, his past was still pretty foreign to you. You knew he worked a high-stress government job pertaining to bioweapons, that it was how he became what he is now, and that no part of it has carried over to his 'new life.'

Whenever you were together, he was more interested in talking about you. Your problems and your feelings. Your thoughts and experiences. He would provide insight, let you know his way of viewing the world and moving about it. But he kept discussions of his own history to a minimum, staying closed off in that regard. Though in his own way, you guess this counted as opening up.

You huffed out a breathy laugh and glanced at him. "Would you say you're resting in peace?"

"With you?" he teased, "Not one day."

Your smile persisted across your features, but your eyes returned to the headstone.

"Is it real?"

"Of course it is."

"Did you actually die?"

"I think the version of me it was made for did."

You remained silent for a few moments, for no other reason than to think over what he's telling you. One of your hands drifted to his that was splayed across your tummy. You locked your warm fingers with his cold ones.

"So everyone thinks you're dead?"

"Everyone who used to know me, yes," he answered before pausing, "I've been careful. It's a lot easier to avoid people when you only go out at night."

You nodded, but you still had more questions. "What happened to you?"

"I got sick. Before I evolved. It was really bad. The person who gave me this... whatever it is, they didn't infect me the easy way. They tried to kill me," he began to explain, "I was on an assignment in Romania, investigating a group of potential bioterrorists. They were like me. My squad killed all of them. Before the last one died though, he got me. Nearly ripped out my throat, but some of the venom got in.

"It was like living in a state of death for weeks. Felt like all the blood in my body stopped. They could barely feel my heart beat. I was pale, my eyes glossy like no one was there. Until suddenly, I came back better than before. It was like everything started flowing again, ten times stronger, stampeding through my veins."

You listened to him, each word painting an image in your mind. The other sounds in the graveyard faded to nothing. Chirps of crickets, leaves rustling in the wind, far-away calls of the city all background noise as you ingested his chilling story.

"I left a note. I guess they wanted to spare the embarrassment of a suicide, so they recorded it as if the sickness took me," he finished.

"Why are you telling me this?" you asked finally.

"Because I want you to know what you're getting into before I ask you to decide."

Your heart seizes in your chest, locking up with the implication of those words. So this was the surprise. The decision. The choice you'd asked about a year ago. The one he deemed you unfit for at the time. Internally, you wondered what changed.

"Decide if I want to be... like you?" you checked.

He nodded, his fingers stroking back and forth over the red cloth around your waist.

"I want you to think about it," he whispers, "You have to understand that if you make the change. There's no going back."

Stepping away from you, he walked around to stand in front. The moonlight shone down on his back, drowning him in shadows to your eyes. He stood above where his corpse was supposed to be lying in eternal rest.

Your heart pumped in the same steady rhythm but hard. You knew he could hear it. He reached out, grabbing one of your arms by the elbow. His fingers trailed down to your wrist.

"You'll still be mine either way, darling," he said. His striking eyes locked with yours. Even in the darkness, they stood out like prized jewels.

You still remained silent, mulling over the decision in your mind. It probably wasn't one you should make in such a short span of time given that it would change the rest of your life. On one hand, you could be like him. You could live forever. You could feed off the flesh of others, living solely during the nocturnal hours. Or you could maintain the status quo. Continue being his little mortal that he watched over and fed from on occasion.

What Leon didn't tell you was that it wasn't really a decision. At least not yours. An answer indicating you didn't want to change would suffice for now but not forever. You were his little human. His mate. He wouldn't live in a world without you. If he had to wait a while longer for you to be ready, so be it, but one day, you would be his in every sense.

Luckily for him though, you seem to already be swaying in his favor.

You stepped towards him. The soft dirt molded to the print of your shoe. "But if I change, won't things be different? Like between us?" you asked.

He couldn't help the smile that rose to his face. You always phrased things in the sweetest way. He found everything about it absolutely adorable. From your naive cadence to your shimmery doe eyes. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping back and forth over the soft expanse.

"Things would be different, yeah. But different doesn't mean all bad," he said.

He pulled you in closer by the back of your head. His muscular arm guided you in so your front was flush against his, those wondrous eyes gazing up at his face.

"I won't lie to you, at first things will be hard. This thing... it can feel like a curse," he murmured, "The taste of blood takes a while to get used to. The feeling of your prey going limp in your arms... it's a thrill like you can't even imagine. So horrific but satisfying."

The whispered words brought a chill over you stronger than the one inflicted by the night air. Staring into his eyes almost felt as if you were hypnotizing yourself, locking your mind into the trance of a predator you wouldn't be able to escape.

"But it can also be a gift," he continued, "You wouldn't have to worry about meaningless mortal worries. Wouldn't have to fear the idea of aging into irrelevancy."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. Already, you feel the urge to give in. Leon was nothing if not enticing, and the idea of being with him forever... it didn't sound so bad.

"How do you do it?" you finally asked.

His eyes gleamed with excitement at your wavering resolve. He pecked your lips, then the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. His mouth landed on your neck near your ear, just above the two faint markings that came from him sinking his fangs into you every so often.

"It'll be quick and painless, angel. Just a little bit of my blood should do it," he said.

You bit your lip at the thought. While his mouth latched onto your neck every other week, you'd never had the luxury of returning the favor. The image of it in your mind was sickening but exhilarating at the same time.

"If I change... will you still wanna drink from me? Will you still need me?" you wondered aloud.

"Of course, I'll need you. I'll always need you. Just not in that way after you evolve," he said and brought his face to be level with yours again, "Once you're like me, your blood will be too divine to be used only in that way. That's not to say I won't drink from you though."

Your eyes studied his face, trying to discern his meaning. He moved his mouth in and nipped at your lips.

"When you're like me, I'll drink from you for fun. Pure pleasure. Not because I need it to survive, but because I rather wouldn't without the taste of you," he said.

Blood rushed throughout your body as your heart pounded faster for him. You couldn't think of any reason to say no at this point. There didn't seem to be anything in your human life that would tether you to the only world you'd known. Instead, you wanted to bind yourself to the man in front of you. Your mate.

After only a few more seconds of thought, you whispered, "I'll do it."

His lips split into a wild grin. "That's my girl. My sweet little doll."

His arms looped around your figure and kept you right up against him. He kissed you without reserve now. The spoils of your decision were yours now. There was no reason to tease, no more reason to hint at things.

A delicate moan escaped your lips. You melted into the affection, resting your arms on his shoulders and shutting your eyes. The only two people in the world right now were you and him.

His hands rubbed up and down your back. They slid over your curves and massaged the tender flesh through your dress. His fingers fell to your ass, kneading the plush softness there. Following in the same direction, his lips drifted down your throat. They coasted over the pulsing of your carotid artery and onto the center where your vocal chords thrummed.

He kissed over your collar bone and the top of your chest left exposed by your dress. Your head fell back between your shoulders. The pleasure reverberating through you evaporated your thoughts into hot air between your ears. Your fingers threaded into his soft, ashy locks.

"Leon," you breathed. The word spilled from your lips like a prayer.

Straightening out, he stood up. "Be patient, baby. You should cherish these last moments you'll have, living the life you've always known."

His fingers began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. The stiff fabric parted, revealing his alabaster chest and the chiseled definition of his abdomen. Both sides fell away. He left the garment hanging over his shoulders. He didn't bother discarding it entirely.

Next, from his pocket came what looked like a crucifix. You watched him bring the small item into view with curiosity. You tried to piece together its purpose or significance in this moment, unable to find one until his thumb pressed on a raised charm in the center and slid it downward.

A shining silver blade poked from the bottom. The point of it was sharper than any knife you'd ever seen. Each edge of the metal shimmered with the propensity to wound.

He could feel the way your eyes magnetized to the sleek surface. His cock kicked in his trousers from how entranced you appeared. Lowering to his knees, he rested a hand upon your shoulder and guided you down with him. 

He didn't go for the transformation right away. His lips found yours again, engaging you in another passionate exchange. Your breaths puffed against his face. The hot air fanned across his skin. A small reminder of the heat he'd be harnessing forever.

His hands roamed your body. They pulled up the flowy bottom of your dress, bringing it above your hips. Your skin pebbled with the new coolness.

"Leon..." you whimpered. It was different from your last calling of his name. This one held some anxiety and trepidation. Both emotions you would be mostly freed from in a matter of minutes.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he muttered.

"Just... someone could see," you said, "Shouldn't we be quick?"

He chuckled and just shook his head, not stopping lavishing you with affection. "No one is here besides us. And even if there were, you know I would hear them coming," he teased, "They wouldn't be able to stop us anyway. No one is getting between you and I right now."

You keened under his touch. It was the truth. Anyone who tried to interrupt would be quickly silenced by your lover. Without the need for worry, you let out a sigh and relaxed. You could let yourself enjoy this.

The two of you made out for a while longer, the exact amount of time lost in the flurry of touches. When your eyes felt droopy and your lips swollen and wet, he finally pulled away. You blinked at him, and he dragged his fingers down your jaw.

"You're ready. This will be nice and easy. You just do as I say," he whispered.

He leaned back onto his knees. His skin glowed under the pale moonlight. The crucifix shined brighter as he raised it. You watched in silent awe, barely able to understand the scene playing out before you.

His hand brought it to the muscle resting right above his heart. He held it there for a second before pressing it to his own skin. Your eyes were unable to pull away as the blade dug into the flesh, drawing a scarlet line over the unmarred surface. Deep red trickled from the wound.

Lifting his eyes back to you, he examined your reaction. He didn't sense much activity going on in your head, and the look on your face told him he had you hooked.

"Come here, baby," he whispered, cupping the back of your head, "Take a drink. As much as you can."

Slowly, he pulled you in. He directed you to his chest and positioned your head right where the cut bled. Without question, your lips parted. You were unsure of how to connect with his skin at first. But once that cool, sticky liquid hit your mouth, it came like the most natural thing in the world.

They engulfed the crimson scrape. Your tongue laved at it for more. Now it was his turn to groan. His head fell back, and his cock filled out below.

"That's it," he rasped, "Nice and steady."

You suckled some more, your efforts rewarded with a thick stream flowing into your mouth. It was divine. Like a waterfall straight from heaven. You whined at the taste and pressed your hips right against his thigh.

He had told you a year ago that yours was the sweetest blood he'd ever come across, but that was clearly only because he'd never tasted his own. All you could think while it oozed down your throat was that you wanted, no needed, more.

Your heart hammered so loud in your ears, you would've thought you were close to cardiac arrest. But it kept going and going until it evened out. It felt as though your body had ascended. Everything felt so intense now. The only thing that kept you grounded was nursing the blood from Leon's cut.

Eventually, he pulled on your neck. You needed a break even if you didn't understand that. His fingers curled around your throat and gently eased you off. You didn't want to, that was evident by the way you grabbed at him and resisted his hand.

"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed while lowering you back against the dirt of his grave, "You're alright. You can have some more in a little while. Just let your body adjust."

Your eyes closed again. It felt like your head was spinning. He stroked your cheek and down your neck while getting on top of you. Dropping the crucifix beside you, he parted your thighs. Every nerve ending on your body was firing away right now. He knew you'd be dripping for him.

His fingers coasted up and down the smooth flesh of your legs. He could sense the change in you already. Your scent was morphing. It would only be a matter of time until your eyes brightened and your fangs came in.

Pushing his hips forward, he ground his bulge against your core. You mewled in response. The simple touch was enough to spark a rampage of bliss within you.

"Good girl," he praised, "Such a good girl. I told you this is what you were meant for."

You nodded hazily. He knew you were registering the words, but it looked more like you were living in a dream right now rather than lucid life.

He'd seen enough to know there was nothing left to wait for. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Next went the zipper, and then he pulled his cock out. He tugged on his shaft, ensuring it was ready for you.

You were too caught up in the novel feelings flooding your senses to care about doing your part of the undressing, so he stepped in. His fingers hooked around the thin lace of your panties and yanked them down. They rolled in on themselves and dimpled the soft muscles of your thighs.

When your cunt was exposed to him, he saw his predictions had been true. Your folds glistened for him. The wetness sparkles under the silver light emanating from the sky.

"Pretty baby," he whispered while guiding his tip towards your entrance. 

He lined it up with your hole before nudging it in. You sucked in a gasp, trembling at the intrusion. The connection felt all-consuming. The bond between you and Leon was above you now, out of your control. You couldn't break it if you wanted to. It was eternal.

His hands grabbed your hips, giving him leverage to thrust in and out of you. Skin clapped against skin while both of you moaned in ecstasy. The otherwise quiet cemetery filled with the sounds of your passion.

He rolled himself into you, sheathing his length in the tight embrace of your walls. You clamped around him. Every rock of his pelvis got you to squeeze on him. He panted with the restraint it took not to just pound you into the ground.

Your arms reached up, and your hands grabbed for him. Your fingers flexed as you tried to get him closer. He lowered himself, allowing you to drag him the rest of the way. Your scarlet-stained mouth kissed his lips with the same dedication you'd had for drinking his blood.

He groaned and returned the kisses. Saliva smeared over his chin. Your efforts were a bit cloudy from the lusty fog in your head. His name leaked from your mouth again. And again. And then again. As if it was the only word you knew. The only word you found worth knowing.

"Mhm. I'm right here, beloved. I'm here with you," he breathed.

"Forever," you whimpered.

Your forearm rested over the back of his neck, bobbling around with each jolt of his body. Your fingers lazily toyed with the ends of his hair. The strands felt like silk between your digits. He gazed into your eyes. Already, he could see your irises shifting to a stronger color.

"My beautiful little love. There's nothing more I could want. Just you with me till the rest of the world is dead and gone," he whispered.

You moaned in response. Your head nodded frantically. You couldn't be more eager to express your agreement.

He grinned and kissed your throat more. You could feel the points of his fangs scraping over the tender area. He didn't puncture like so many times before, he merely reminded you of the idea. Because of that, you knew he was close. He always wanted to bite right around the time the coils in his stomach started to tighten and his balls started to draw up.

Grunting against your neck, he kept his hold secure on you. His abs twitched while his breaths became labored. He pumped into your pussy a few more times before a breathy moan burst from him.

"Fuck..." he sighed.

He slammed into you for a final time, draining himself into your heat. You trembled a final few humanly shudders before deflating against the ground below you. Your head tilted back, and the headstone behind came into view again. You wondered if you'd get a similar one for yourself now or if you could just disappear into the night unnoticed.

He came down from his high with his face buried in the crook of your neck, but once his breathing had evened out, he pulled back to look down at you. He brushed his thumb over your cheek once more, cherishing the sight of your tinted lips and glassy eyes.

"This is only the beginning, beloved," he whispered, "This is the dawn of the rest of your days."

He connected you in one more kiss. One last gesture of his undying affection before he would help you put yourself back together again. He could already feel your skin beginning to cool.

[vampiree-555]

"Please, I need it."

c.s - drvgdealer

contains: smut , slight(?) angst , mentions of weed , degradation , pet names

It was a long day. One of the more excruciating days I'd had in a while. I'd gotten home and immediately rushed for my stash of weed that I kept in the underwear drawer of my dresser. I was so excited to finally be able to relax and take the edge off until I saw the empty container that I kept my weed in.

"Shit." i whined to myself.

I gritted my teeth as I knew what I had to do, though I desperately did not want to do it.

My dealer was one of the hottest people I'd ever laid my eyes on... but he was scary as hell. He knew how I felt about him so anytime we would meet, he'd always keep it short and simple. Though last time, we had a bit of an argument.

{flashback}

"Thanks Chris." I took the small baggie from his hand but he didn't let it go. He stared at me with his intense and cold blue eyes that pierced daggers into you. I stared back at him with my eyes wide and my breathing had obviously gotten heavier.

"Why don't you like me, y/n? I don't know if you've noticed this, but I always under charge you, I give you extra, and I'm nice to you. Which is not something I always do. So why don't you like me?" He spoke in a monotonous tone yet I could tell by his eyes he was angry.

"I've been your dealer for 2 years and you never text me unless you need weed, y/n." I shook my head and slightly chuckled nervously.

"That's what dealers are for, Chris. I'm your customer. I'm not your girlfriend." his grip on my hand tightened as I spoke. I saw him clench his jaw and grit his teeth. He laughed softly and threw my hand down along with the baggie.

"Find a new dealer. I'm done with you." he turned his back away and walked into the night, not knowing where he was headed.

I picked up my phone hesitantly and opened his contact. I know he said he was done with me but I secretly knew he didn't mean it.

ׂ╰┈➤ texting

y/n ; hey. i need stuff..

Chris🚬 ; i thought i said i was done w u y/n.

y/n ; you did , srry but im out nd need more

Chris🚬 ; ur killing me y/n l/n

y/n ; thx chris

I smiled to myself as i set my phone down. I had a weird attachment to him. I liked him as a brother... I thought.

I changed into more appropriate clothes for meeting Chris. My white tank, black zip up hood, and my noticeably short jean shorts. He liked when I showed off my ass and as an apology for last time, I did just that.

Soon I heard my front door open and I rolled my eyes. He always walked into my apartment like he owned the place.

"Where you at ma?" my heart beat out my chest once I heard his voice. I was nervous to see him again. I took a deep breath before stepping out into the living room where he made himself comfortable on my couch.

"I'm right here, no need to yell." I said playfully at him. He looked me up and down before softly biting his lip and looking up at me with his piercing and narrow blue eyes. The way he looked at me really got to me somehow. I could feel my cheeks flush and I couldn't stop my small smile from forming on my lips.

I sat next to him on the couch and could feel his eyes on my ass while i sat. I narrowed my eyes at him and he scoffed before looking away from my gaze.

"You know just how to make me feel better baby." he spoke so softly you could miss it, but it was so quiet in that room you couldn't not hear his every move.

He pulled my usual amount that I bought from him out his hoodie pocket and threw it on the table. I slid him the cash and he stared at the bills for a moment before shaking his head.

"No. That's not what I want." He looked at me and I tilted my head in a confused manner. He sucked on his teeth before a small smirk formed on his face. He leaned in closer to me where his lips were barely brushing my ear.

"I want you, mama." I leaned back from him with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Chris," He didn't let me get another word out before he crashed our lips together in a possessive rage, for some odd reason, I didn't pull back. I let him kiss me, and I kissed back.

He held his hand on the back of my neck to deepen the kiss and let his free hand roam my waist. In a quick motion he turned us so that my back was pushed against the couch and he leaned over me.

He kissed down my neck which tended to be more sensitive and I let it be known with the small noises that escaped from my lips. I felt him smirk against my fragile skin and let him snake his hands down my waist, and to my thighs. He swiped off his shirt and let me sit up to do the same while he bent down to unbutton my shorts and throw them across the room, along with my underwear, I did the same with my shirt and Chris with his own clothing.

I felt the ocean that formed in my panties once he undressed me and apparently Chris did as well.

"Already so wet for me? hm?" his hand trailed down to my soaking cunt and he rubbed circles around my clit with his thumb while with his other hand, he entered his middle and ring finger, curling them against my G-spot causing loud moans and whines to escape my lips.

"f-fuck~ feels so good.." I heard his godforsaken chuckle as he listened to the sweet noises that escaped my glistening, plump lips. He removed his fingers and jammed them into my mouth.

"Suck." and I did just that. I stared at him with my pleading and desperate eyes as he looked down at me, like I was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen, yet his eyes were also filled with infatuation and desire.

He removed his fingers from my mouth and spit into that same hand, stroking himself before pressing his tip against my core slightly teasing me. I whined and looked at him with my puppy eyes before he scoffed into the air.

"Don't look at me like that y/n. You have no idea what you do to me." The last part was just barely a breath, I almost missed it.

He slowly began to enter into my core, his own grunts and groans mixed with mine, filling the air with a wave of ecstasy.

He pushed himself in slowly before pulling out to where his tip was just barely at my entrance before slamming his hips into mine. I let out a loud scream like moan as he continued at a fast and hard pace. A rhythm at which I'd never seen or felt before.

"h-holy fuck~" At this point my brain had turned into mush as my only point of focus was Chris and how he made me feel in that moment. I instinctively arched my back as I felt the all-to-familiar knot form in my stomach. Chris could tell I was getting close, and obviously had no intention on slowing down.

"m' close.." I moaned out. I looked at Chris after having my eyes closed for nearly the whole time out of pure pleasure. He was staring down at me with complete anger in his eyes and my heart started to race in my chest.

"You're such a fucking slut. All you do is fuck for drugs. You're mine y/n. All fucking mine." Chris spoke through clenched teeth. I would be lying if I said that didn't make me inch closer to my climax.

Chris then pulled out just as quickly as he entered inside of me and began gathering all of his clothes, putting them back on piece my piece. I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. My chest was rising and falling and my skin glistened due to sweat under the warm light.

"Chris wha-" I was cutoff once more by an aggressive kiss from the man once he got all his clothes on, followed by a soft slap across my face.

"Don't text me again." And with that, he left my apartment, slamming the door behind him.

[ellssbellss]

I may or may not have been awake for about 48 house, so I wanted to ask a request before I fall asleep.

The hosts when their SO was up for 2 days straight doing work and starts to slip when get to the host club and acting a little bit too much like the Kyoya.

been thinking about this more than my actual story lately, and i have terrible writer's block, so hopefully this will help! {thank you, anon for the idea!}

The Host Club and their Sleepy, Cranky S.O. {Ohshc X Gender Neutral!Reader}

.oOo.

"mon amour? you need to wake up, darling." tamaki's voice whispers gently in your ear.

the darkness that had surrounded you minutes ago suddenly vanishes as you open your eyes, your head swiftly lifting off of the hard surface that you had rested your eyes upon just a few minutes ago.

it had been just a few minutes, right?

coming out of your tired daze, you feel a warm hand under your chin, and your eyes are turned to meet the concerned, violet gaze of your boyfriend. he is positioned above you, one soft hand resting the club's table in front of you and the other on your face, trailing gently from the point of your chin to the roundness of your cheekbones as his thumb runs gently over the skin there.

"my love, do you know what time it is?" his voice was like butter as dips his head a little deeper, worry creasing his perfect face as he watches you lean into his touch almost automatically.

"mmph..." through his stress about your exhausted state, he giggles slightly as you sigh and shrug, your eyelids dropping more with each second. "i don't know, love."

"it's nine, (y/n)."

"what?" any haze that had chained your brain was broken as you shot out of his gentle hold.

straightening your back, you peer towards the large windows that created a barrier between the club room and the outside world, seeing an endless night erasing any of the natural light you had experienced when you walked in here after class.

"it's nine o'clock?" panicked, the chair screeches across pristine tile as you grab at the things scattered across the table. laptop, charging cords, notebooks and pencils all make their way into your grasp as you hurriedly shove them into your bag. "why didn't you wake me up sooner?"

tamaki had watched the stress bunch up in your shoulders the minute you broke away from his grasp. he watches it wind into your muscles and face as you close up your pack and swing it around one arm, hastily pushing the chair in.

"you look like you needed your rest." he says softly, taken aback by your harsh tone. "i talked to my father to let us stay here a little while longer, since i know you have been working really hard on that project you have, and i thought-"

"exactly!" without raising your voice, he feels the sharp frustration rolling off the tip of your tongue, and it pierces something tender as you whip around to face him. "i have been working so hard not to get behind on my schedule, and now that's all out window. why didn't you wake me up like I asked?"

yellow eyebrows raise as you bite back at him, and he is getting whiplash from the sudden venom in your voice. "i tried, (y/n), but you didn't wake up!" his hands move in an pleading gesture. "you shoved my hand off when i tried to shake you and faced the other way when i kissed your cheek. the end of the world couldn't wake you."

your lips purse as your eyes squint and roll, and you stomp towards the door. stuttering, your golden retriever boyfriend follows behind as you nearly rip the door off it's hinges in your haste.

his words are rushed as he rushes to follow you out of the club room as you make your way down the long, empty staircase. "truly, you're not as behind as you might think, angel, not with all the work you've been doing?"

"you would think, huh?" another frustrated sigh escapes you, but it's more tuned towards yourself than anything. you push through the grand entrance of the school.

tamaki chases you out into the moonlight. his tall form stops in the doorframe though, when he sees the way the pale light drapes over your figure.

your usual bright stance sags in the night, and the hand he loves to hold rakes harshly through your perfect locks before it disappears to run down your face.

"(y/n), mon amour, what's wrong?" you hear his dress shoes click against the pavement. long arms wrap around your waist from behind, and a soft cheek nuzzles against the side of your face. tamaki tightens his hold, encouraging you to melt into his form. "talk to me."

after nothing more than a second, you do, because how could you not?

your head falls back as your spine molds into the bends and divots of tamaki's long torso, and a deep, shuddering sigh ripples out of you.

"i'm sorry, my love." tamaki feels your apology vibrate against his chest. "i just-, i've been extra stressed lately."

"about your project?"

"yes."

"why, angel?"

your neck twists, and you meet your prince's gaze in the complexity of his embrace, and tamaki sees the deep circles under your eyes. he notes how they had darkened since the last time he noticed them.

"i just have a lot riding on my grade for this course. my mother is counting on me for the future of her company, and if this project doesn't go well, then..."

"stop it." the comforting hug he had wrapped you in briefly vanishes as his touch pulls against your uniform. his fingers travel up your waist and forearms, gently grasping your shoulders as he spins you around to face him. "stop thinking like that."

when you're looking at him, his hands run up the rest of your body to your face, holding your jawline in his touch. "you've been working and worrying for two days, mon amour. you haven't been taking care of yourself, and there is nothing more important than your wellbeing."

his tone is different from his gallivanting, and incredibly endearing, dramatics. it's gracefully intense, like when he helped a struggling doctor find his way to his estranged daughter. the way he looks at you is also fierce, love and determination swimming in his purple irises.

"tamaki..."

"why haven't you been taking care of yourself?"

"i haven't had the time!" your voice tries weakly to defend yourself, but tamaki raises another eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "there isn't enough time in the day for me to work as hard as i have been and get a full night's rest."

"then why haven't you come to me about it?"

"i...i don't know." defeated, there is a drop in your gaze as you give up trying to defend yourself. "i thought i could do it on my own."

"you don't have to do anything on your own. not when you're with me." tamaki bends slightly to get into your line of sight. "you know you can talk to me, (y/n); that i'm here to give you anything and everything you need."

your (e/c) eyes whip back up to him. "i know that, love, but i-"

"no buts. you come to me if you need me. that's how it has always been for us."

the moonlight reflects off the small amount of wetness in your eyes, and tamaki's serious expression crumples. all of your stress and exhaustion breathes out of your body at his words. he smiles softly as you bury your face in his chest, placing his hand on your hair and another at your back, kissing the side of your head.

"i need you." your voice sings through the night, into the air as it's carried into the rose garden, red petals fully in bloom.

.oOo.

kyoya has seen this look before.

the tension of your lips as they writhe over your teeth. the slam of your footsteps as you make your way over to your usual seat across from him. especially the small smile you give to whomever greets you.

the smile that doesn't reach your eyes. the smile that falls immediately after you give some random excuse to dismiss yourself from the conversation, and you let it fall because you think no one is looking.

but kyoya was watching.

"good morning, (y/n)." he greets over his laptop as you click open your own, and you meet his gaze briefly before turning your attention back to your computer, giving him the same dismissive smile.

being that he was your boyfriend, that hurt a little.

"good morning, kyo."

he lets his eyes linger on the bored, dull look that you attach to your screen, accompanied by your sluggish movements and purple smudges under your eyes. a dark eyebrow quirks from behind his glasses as your chest rises with a sigh, and your face crinkles despairingly at whatever you are working on.

"what are you doing?"

your lashes flick up to him once more before returning back to your task at hand. "i'm working on the budget."

he blinks a little at your reply. "still?"

the tension from your mouth seeps into your form at his question, and you shift in your seat. "yes, love, thank you so much for pointing that out."

lips parting slightly at the sarcasm in your voice, the club's director raises his fingers off of his keyboard, favoring to clasp them under his chin instead as a more calculating gaze sweeps the figure of his beloved.

he catches an eyebrow twitch, a flare of your nostrils, the way your head bobs slightly before you shake it, as if that could erase the pure exhaustion radiating from you.

yes, kyoya has seen this look before.

in the mirror.

"how much sleep did you get last night, my dear?"

this time, you don't even look at him when you answer. you just shrug at him, too focused on your typing to really concentrate on a reply. "i don't know. maybe an hour or so-."

a sharp flare of concern rises in his chest before you spin your computer on it's base, shoving the screen in his direction with a wary look in your eye. "does this look right to you? i feel like something's missing."

his hands are still at his mouth when he glances at the spreadsheet you two created together, the perfect, color coded numbers arranged into straight columns.

but his brow furrows even more the longer he looks at it. lowering his hands to the device, kyoya pulls it closer to him as he scrolls through, skimming the text for any sign of error or miscalculation.

he finds none.

"(y/n), this is perfect." his pupils dart across the page behind his frames. "i have no idea what you're stressing over."

the laptop is pulled away from him once more as you run a hand through your hair. "no, no." you hit the backspace button on your keyboard, tired eyes squinting over the excel sheet. "something isn't right."

your aggressive typing fills the air once more, a little more frenzied and anxious than a minute before.

kyoya leans back in his chair, still observing. "(y/n), have you been working out this budget since the time i sent it to you?"

"of course."

"that was two days ago."

"i know."

he stands, pushing out his chair, but you don't notice. "have you slept at all?"

"not really. i've been going through the math, the incoming inventory. sure, it looks perfect now, and we are within this month's spending range, but i know there's a way to save more money. if i could just-"

"that," the lid of your computer is suddenly pushed down, closing the screen in front of you. a pale hand with pianist-like fingers attached to it splays across your protective case. "is more than enough, then."

"kyoya!" you sit in front of him, shock emanating from your face as his name is gasped from your lips. "what the hell?"

kyoya leans in front of you, one hand bracing your laptop closed while the other slips into the pocket of his trousers. his raven hair falls into his eyes a little bit, but the gray color is still piercing and raw.

"my dear," he pulls away slightly, adding pressure onto your computer so that it drags to his side of the table. "you need to take a break."

"a break?" you rise as well, trying to keep a cool demeanor. but your director could tell that your patience was thinning. "i'm on the brink of figuring this out, and you want me to take a break?"

"you already have figured it out, (y/n). i looked it over. you found the solution."

"but it could be better."

quickly, kyoya rounds the table, walking into your space to grab one of your hands.

he places both of his palms around one of your own, trying to get through to you through his touch instead of his words, even if the connection was small.

"how much sleep have you had in the past forty-eight hours?"

abandoned by the distraction your work gave you, you now face your boyfriend head on as he studies your movements.

since the moment you met him, kyoya has always watched you intently. as a man who didn't involve himself with anything that he didn't care greatly for, the process of dating him has and will always include him taking the time to observe and study you; to commit your mannerisms to memory. gray irises will forever notice how you bounce your leg underneath your desk when you have something to say but won't say it out right. or how you take your (f/h/d) in the morning, and the exact brand that you use.

or how your face lights up when he comes into view from down the hallway, and you excuse yourself to meet him halfway.

or how you always seem to kiss him with soothing, deep movements, which always encourages him to respond in kind.

but, very rarely is that intent stare coupled with concern.

yet, here it was, bathing his beloved gaze as he waits for your reply, leaving you with an aching heart. you think back to they way you've been acting, cranky and stand-offish, and a pang of regret sparks in your stomach.

your hand adjusts slightly in his as you hold onto his grasp, albeit a little nervously.

"you want the truth?" your beautiful eyes break his gaze as you stubbornly shift in place.

"always."

"not very much. maybe three hours." he swallows as that sharp flare of concern burns into an engulfing flame in his torso. "in total."

A disappointed frown etches onto his handsome features, but it's not angry. it's sad.

sad that he didn't see your exhaustion before, not in it's totality. he saw your frequent yawns and the way you tended to drift off mid-conversation, but he was busy with work as well, and couldn't connect the dots until now.

"(y/n)-"

"i know, i know. it's not the best." you take a deep breath and look at him with more confidence, ready to admit to your actions. "the perfectionist in me kind of let loose. i'm sorry, i just wanted it to be the best that it could be. for the club, ya know? for you."

tugging on your clasped hands, a deep hum resonates from the ootori son as he draws you closer. soon, your hands naturally loop around his neck while he settles his hold at your waist.

his forehead rests on yours as he sighs deeply, and you close your eyes as his low voice reaches your ears. "i think the best thing for me and the club is for you to get some rest."

he smirks a little as he feels you giggle tiredly against him. "yeah, i think you're right."

kyoya chuckles softly as he raises his forehead off of yours to place a kiss in the same spot. "i'm always right, my dear."

.oOo.

"hikaru! stop it!"

arms caged yours as you writhed against his chest. your legs were wild as they kicked up into the air, barely missing your boyfriend as he picked you up from where you had sat on your desk.

"put me down right now! what are you even doing?"

he grunts a little as your swinging legs hit his calves before throwing you down on your bed. unceremoniously, the bed frame creaks with your weight as you land face first into your duvet.

a loud huff escapes you as you turn around from your position, seeing hikaru standing at the foot of your bed with his arms crossed, a victorious smile plastered onto his sharp mouth.

"well, i asked you to take a break from your studying. and you said 'make me.'" his fingers come to either side of his head to create quotation marks. "so i made ya."

"i didn't mean literally, jackass." you grumble as you shift. your palms push your body up off the bed and spin you so that you are seated properly on your comforter. scooting roughly to the edge of your mattress, you barely stand up before your pushed onto the bed again.

"hikaru!"

"nope. not gonna happen."

"i need to study!"

"that's what you've been saying for the past two days!" his rough voice sounds exasperated as he gestures wildly to you. "in the clubroom, in the cafeteria, on our facetime calls. shit, (y/n), i don't think there has been a single second where i haven't seen that textbook open in front of you."

he points to the hefty calculus book open on your desk, three quarters of the pages turned to one side.

"that's what studying is!" you move to get up again with another frustrated sigh. "my test is tomorrow, my love, i can't afford any breaks right now."

this time, instead of simply pushing your back onto the bed, hikaru pins you down. in a flash, golden eyes fill your vision as his fingers clamp around your wrist. when you fall back, his weight takes you down as he flops heavily on your chest.

"you're not going anywhere, baby. not until you tell me what's going on."

"nothing is going on." you huff, blowing a few of his ginger strands out of his face. "now get off me."

"i don't believe you." ever the stubborn twin, hikaru makes a point to wiggle his body on top of yours to amplify the fact that you have no hope of pushing him off. "and i'm not moving until i believe you."

"what?" you bite back.

a more serious tone laces his voice as he scans you. "today, during club hours, you looked like a zombie."

you shoot him a blank look. "thanks."

"a gorgeous zombie, but still."

"not helping."

a crease forms between his eyebrows at your usually soft, bright tone crackling into dry one. "you were dragging your feet, and talking to yourself more than usual. it was creepy."

you rolled your eyes, and hikaru watches as the bags under your eyes moved with the motion, his jaw setting into a firm line.

"so i'm not getting off of you until you tell me what's been up your ass lately."

offended, you gasp and writhe once more, trying to break free of the surprisingly strong grasp the hitachiin twin has on your wrists. "i don't have time for this!"

he chuckles a little at your flustered expression and sinks more of his weight onto your figure. "well, if you're not going to take a break, than i will. i think i'll take a little nap on this comfortable bed."

realizing he doesn't need to pin your arms down anymore with all of his weight on you, he lets go and nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his arms and legs sprawling out over your uniform.

"don't you dare, hikaru!" you say as you try to bring your arms underneath him to push him off, but he's just a block of dead weight.

his breath hits your ear, and you can feel the mischievous smile on his lips. "oh, wow, this is a bumpy mattress." wriggling, he adjusts so that he locks perfectly into your body, and a deep sigh emits from his lungs. "that's better."

another weak push strains your muscles before you give up completely. flopping back onto the mattress, you let out a frustrated groan.

"hikaru, please."

"oh, the mattress speaks?"

"my love."

laughing, he presses a kiss onto the column of your throat. "what's up, baby?"

like a weighted blanket, hikaru's body flush against yours has calmed your heart rate slightly, and all the exhaustion and stress that you have been feeling suddenly comes to a head.

your arms lift from your sides to wrap around his toned back, and you turn your face into the divot connecting his shoulder and his collarbone, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne and laundry detergent.

"i've been awake for the past forty-eight hours."

his chest rumbles with a sympathetic hum. "i know."

"i'm tired."

his head pops up from the embrace, and sincerity shines in the liquid gold of his irises. "let's take a nap, and then we can figure something out afterwards, yeah?"

you can already feel your eyelids dragging over your pupils. "yeah, that sounds nice."

as you succumb to your fatigue, you barely register the way hikaru rolls off of you. his warmth returns when you feel an arm wedge itself under your waist and pull you to him so that you can lay on his chest with ease. the other wraps around your shoulders, and you feel his breath tickling the top of your head as he settles in beside you.

"thanks for telling me, baby."

.oOo.

"so, i think because i found the magnitude of this vector, than i should be able to find the acceleration, right?" kaoru asks, back hunched over his desk, spinning a pencil in his left hand as he concentrates on the paperwork in front of him.

when he doesn't get a response, he stops fidgeting and looks over to you: his incredibly intelligent, and usually helpful, partner.

you're sat next to him, slaving away at your laptop while he watches the blue light practically burn your retinas.

well, sat is a strong word.

you slouched, your neck barely able to keep your head on your shoulders as you worked at his desk, fingers robotically clicking at your mouse and dragging images to their predetermined place, your graphic design coming to fruition with each release of a button.

"(y/n)?"

at the sound of your name, your spine flinches slightly as it straightens. you whip your head towards him with such a quick motion, that he winces at the twist of the muscle, hoping you didn't get whiplash.

his hopes are dashed when you immediately face the front, bringing one of your hands up to massage the nape of your neck.

"are you okay?"

"i'm fine," you breathe, exhaustion sprinkled in your sigh. "what did you need?"

cautiously, kaoru slides his paper over to you while you shift closer to him, pulling your chair over until your legs touch underneath his desk.

"i don't know if i got this problem right."

through a yawn, your eyes scan his homework, everything coming together in a blurry font due to your lack of sleep. you can barely make out his handwriting on your best day, so the fact that you hardly think straight doesn't really help.

but you couldn't let kaoru know that.

"it looks good, babe."

he quirks a ginger eyebrow, glancing between the paper and then back up to where you sat.

"yeah?" he asks, studying you carefully.

"for sure."

"okay, well then," your boyfriend flips the paper over, where another disarray of words meet you. he scribbles something out before circling an answer choice from his options, then looks back at you. "that must be right, too, yeah?"

you nod, blinking slowly. "mhmm." you turn to look at him, a small smile on your lips. "you're so smart, love."

his lips curve up into a half-smirk as he tilts his head, but the smile doesn't reach his eyes. golden irises squint as he glances over your face once more. "it's a smiley face."

your smile fades. "huh?"

the sneaky twin gestures towards the paper again, and after rubbing your palms over your eye-sockets, a happy face penciled in lead comes into accusing focus.

"i drew a smiley face, and you said i was smart." kaoru summarizes, a deadpan tone only being interrupted slightly as he laughs through his sentence. "what is going on with you?"

a frustrated whine ripples past your throat as you rest your head in your hands. your voice breaks into a quiet groan, and while your volume doesn't rise, your disappointment does. "god, this essay is making me lose my mind! i can't even think clearly, let alone write three more pages of this shit."

"hey, woah." kaoru rests his hand against your spine and rubs it, moving his hand back and forth in calming motions. "talk to me."

another deep sigh rushed out of you as you talk behind your hands, and your poor boyfriend can't hear a single thing.

the hand on your back glides to the side of your face, bringing your chin up and out of your grasp. he locks his gaze with yours as he leans back in his chair. "try again, babe."

"this essay makes me want to jump off a cliff."

"and you were gonna do that without me? i thought we had an agreement."

"shut up." despite yourself, you laugh.

the fingers on your chin shift to your scalp while he laughs with you, pushing only a few of the stray hairs away from your face. "have you slept?"

"not well."

kaoru notes a redness in your eyes he didn't see before. "not well, or not at all?"

you roll your eyes a little, but he knows it's not directed at him. you're disappointed in yourself. "a mix of both." hastily you look back at him, widening your eyelids a little at a poor attempt to look more awake.

"but it's no big deal!" your voice is a little too bright. "i can catch up on sleep once i submit this paper."

the gingered twin squints his eyes, but to your surprise, he shrugs, spinning in his office chair as he refocuses on his work. "yeah, i guess you're right. i get it."

your mouth was slightly agape at the fact that that actually worked. "you get it?"

"yeah. sometimes, people just can't sleep enough with everything going, ya know? i only got two hours of sleep last night, so i understand what you're going through."

there's a pause. kaoru fights a smirk as he scratches an equation into the top right of his paper.

"what?" a concerned voice reaches his ears, and he almost feels bad for lying. "only two hours?"

"mhmm." he hums, not even giving you a second glance.

"kaoru," the sweetest whine escapes your lips as he feels a hand on his shoulder. he steels his expression into one of confused nonchalance as he faces you again, only to be met with the spot you get between your crinkled eyebrow when you're worried. "why didn't you tell me?"

"what do you mean? it's not a big deal."

"yes it is!" your other hand reaches his opposite shoulder, and he turns to face you fully, reveling in your touch as you move to cradle his face. "sleep is important, babe, you can't just-"

his grin widens as a flash of realization flutters across your face. The worry in your features melts into a blank expression, and he laughs as you push his face away from yours, muttering a "jackass" under your breath.

the sneaky twin closes the distance though, pulling your chair ever closer to his to where nothing was standing in his way to pull you to his lap. you resist slightly, pouting as your sat into the space between his legs, but a natural, familiar gravity pulls you towards him anyway, and your face rests gently in the crook of his neck.

"rest for a couple minutes, okay? your paper will be here when you wake up."

a contended sigh seeps out of you as your exhaustion bubbles up to the surface. your eyelids begin to drop when you speak into his neck. "and what about you?"

kaoru's arms come to wrap around your folded form, burying you closer into his chest. "i'll always be here."

.oOo.

mori had gotten used to your talkative nature. being a man of little words, you complimented him well with your bright, energetic commentary about anything that excited you.

he supposed that he hadn't just gotten used to your bubbly personality shining through your lovely voice, he had come to love it; to rely on it.

so, when you entered your usual sparring session with your heels dragging on the wooden floor of the dojo, not only did the air feel off, he felt off.

your white gi hung off your rounded shoulders, the karate belt around your waist haphazardly tied in a knot at the front. and while you still looked as stunning as ever, mori could feel the confusion and worry well up in his chest.

he stood up from stretching out his hamstrings, his long body gracefully walking over to you to greet you with his usual hug. your smile was tired, and when you wrapped your arms around his thin waist, he felt you snuggle more into his hold and release a breath.

still gripping his waist, you looked up at him, your grin still exhausted but content when you propped your chin on his chest to meet his eyes.

"hey." you said, and your voice was airy and cracked.

"hi."

"how was your day?"

"good." his palms tightened on your back. "yours?"

you could barely keep your eyes open as you shrugged. "meh. it was interesting."

"yeah?"

"yeah." still, even in your tired state, you inched your face closer to his, a dazed look in your eye. "but we can talk about it later."

a disbelieving, good-natured scoff left him as a sharp exhale, your boyfriend knowing full-well that would not want to talk about it later. but he met you halfway, and your lips met in a lazy, soft kiss as he lowered his head to yours.

you had nearly put all of your weight onto him at this point, and as you sunk into his grip, he arched his back to counteract the force. his hands glided from your waist to your cheeks as he tilted his head, smirking slightly at the warm hum that left your throat.

pulling away, he kept his forehead on yours as he held you. a breathy left glazed over his face when you separated from him, and he opened his eyes to see a light curve on your plump lips.

"thanks, takashi. i needed that."

that brought all of his worries rushing back.

"(y/n)..." and you opened your eyes at the way he said your name. since mori wasn't the most vocal man you've been with, you learned to pick up on his tonal cues.

your name could be spoken in many ways. a gentle breeze as he tells you that he loves you, a deep inhale as you, yet again, prove your the clumsiest human alive, or maybe a groan in the late, late hours of the night.

this one was a mild warning, forming at the front of his mouth as he stares at you, deep brown eyes boring into yours with earnest.

"what?" you didn't want him to ask. but, he was kind and loving and really fucking stubborn. so, of course he was.

"what's wrong?"

a whine bubbled to the surface of your soft pallet as you dropped your face into the crook of his neck, even if you had to stand on your tip-toes to do so. abandoning your hold on his waist, you preferred to bring your arms up and around his shoulders, locking them around the back of his neck.

"i don't want to talk about it."

"what happened?"

"nothing, really. i promise."

"doesn't feel like nothing. here," gently, you felt a pressure on your hips as mori pushes you out of his hold, instead moving to grab your hand as he leads you to a traditionally decorated wall of the dojo.

letting go, the stoic leans his back against the wall before sliding down, tucking his lanky form into a sitting position before inviting you to do the same. "sit with me."

and he looked so sweet, his gaze hardened on the surface but filled with emotion and weight within it's depths. so how could you say no?

plus, he really wouldn't stop until you told him.

taking a spot next to him, you let your head roll onto the back of the wall before resting it on his shoulder. and the spot was so comfortable, so familiar, you wanted to fall asleep right there.

mori was stubborn, yes, but he was also patient. he waited like a boulder against the tide as you gathered your thoughts, loyal and permanent and determined to help you through whatever was plaguing you.

in your thoughtful silence, he imagined the stress you had been baring when you were assigned that presentation in class. even if you were energetic and outspoken, he knew public speaking terrified you. the pure panic that had erupted in your irises when you told him about the ten-minute powerpoint you had to put together in three days told him everything he needed to know about how your weekend was going to go.

that was two days ago, and he had suggested this impromptu sparring match to give you a little bit of a break. physical activity always cleared his head when he was stretched, and he figured if he could remind you how strong you were, then you could convince yourself that this would be a piece of cake.

but the bags under your eyes and the unanswered calls from him on your cell-phone made him think that this had been harder on you than he had originally expected.

a small snore broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at the source.

your eyes were peacefully closed, and your lips were parted as deep, calm breaths washed in and out of your chest. he relaxed slightly into the wall, and smiled as you cuddled closer to him in his small movement.

kissing the top of your head, he rested his cheekbone upon your hair as he rested his eyes as well.

you two would talk later. it wasn't physical activity you needed, or even a helping hand if you had let him.

all you needed, really, was a little bit of rest.

.oOo.

"(n/n)-chan! (n/n)-chan!"

honey bounced up to your desk as you typed away, usa-chan banging against the side of his calves as he stopped at the end of your chair. "wanna play with me, (n/n)-chan?"

you barely spared him a glance, but your eyes met his with a quick shake of your head as you returned your urgent glance to your laptop. "not right now, honey. sorry."

the blonde's bouncing stopped, a little to awe-struck at your rejection to feel sad about it. he was more confused than anything. you never said no to him.

a deep, apparent wrinkle appeared between his brows as the boy-lolita tugged on your sleeve, causing your fingers to slip off the keyboard slightly as you typed. "please?"

"what the-?" your hand having slipped, it gently brushes the cup of tea near your working space, and you gasp before rolling your eyes. "no, honey. i told you, i can't. go play with usa-chan, okay?" you quickly pulled your sleeve out of his grasp and got back to your work, leaving him deflated at your side.

this time he was pouting, and the wrinkle on his forehead turned from confused to determined as he walked around to the opposite side of the table to crawl into the chair across from you.

"what are you workin' on?"

this time your eyes flicked up to him for a longer moment. you wondered why he couldn't leave you alone, but you guessed it was better that he was sitting over there rather than pulling at your uniform and keeping you from your work. "the club's website."

he gasped as he swung his legs on the chair, too short to reach the ground from this height. "ooh, are you making it pretty?"

a sigh came from deep within you as your eyes squinted, zooming in on something on the other side of your screen. "you could say that."

"what are you doing to it?"

you shrugged, still focused on your work. "formatting, graphic designing, boring tech stuff."

"cool!" honey excitedly places his palms on the table, seeing if he sat up straighter, he could get a better view. "how do you know how to do all that?"

you suspiciously scanned him over as he edged closer, pulling your computer forward on the table. "lots of practice."

a high-pitched hum exudes from the third-year as he tilts his head, almost fully on the table now, but something has caught your eye, and your back to your furious typing, not noticing how close he's gotten.

his voice sounds distant in your focus. "couldn't you take a break? for cake? a cake break?" he giggles, but his smile falters when you don't hear his joke.

"haven't taken a break in two days, honey. not gonna start now." your voice is low and inattentive, trailing off as you scroll through the columns and columns of pictures and texts.

still crawling towards you, his brown eyes widen slightly. "two days?" he gasps, and begins to count on his fingers. "that's uhhh..." honey counts his fingers under his breath for a moment before he brightens with an answer. "forty eight hours worth of work! did you even sleep?"

"nope. no sleep. kyoya needs this done by tonight."

"what?!" at that, honey stands to his full height, his small but strudy weight easily supported by the desk underneath him. you jerk back as he points a finger in your face, his voice still young but firm as he speaks down to you. "you need to take a nap right now!"

"honey!" the blonde has your full attention now. "get down!"

"nope!" his pink lips pop the 'p' noise as he shakes his head defiantly. "not until you agree to sleep! kyo-chan can wait."

your hands come up in an exasperated motion and you stand up, pushing your chair out from under you. "honey, this table is not stable. you're gonna fall if you don't get down!"

"will you take a break?"

"i can't!"

"well, then i'm not coming down." folding his arms across his chest, he puffs it out, a proud look on his face.

his confident aura melts, however, when the table shifts with his dramatic movement.

you suck in a breath as honey throws his arms out to balance himself, barely keeping the table at bay as he wiggles side to side.

"okay! okay, i'll take a ten-minute nap! just, please sweetheart, get down from there."

even in the midst of chaos of his own making, honey still finds the. motivation to negotiate. "twenty minutes!"

"fine!" you round the table and extend your arms, and he leaps into them as you pick him up. your heart rate slows as you hold him while the table falls with the loss of his added weight, your tea and computer skidding to opposite sides of the tile.

blankly, you look at honey as he winces at the impact, and then at the dark aura that slowly begins to crowd around your frame.

"i can pay for that." he promises.

.oOo.

your knee bounces under your desk as you watch haruhi's eyes flick over your screen, the words you spent two days writing reflecting back in her dark brown eyes as she reads your work.

your hands are clasped in front of your lips, keeping you from saying anything like 'i changed my mind!' or 'okay, you can stop now', because you're pretty sure haruhi would ignore you anyway.

she had insisted on reading your short story. it was something you did in your free time, and it was something she knew you took pride in.

sometimes, if you felt courageous enough, you would submit them into newspapers, or maybe magazines and blogs if you were really going all out, this past weekend being one of those times. day in and day out, you sat at your writing desk, typing away for what felt like mere seconds as the story in your mind began to unfold onto the pages in front of you. barely any food and close to no sleep rendered a masterpiece of literature, or at least that was what haruhi had assured you she would call it if you let her proof-read it.

your natural host promised that it would take her only a few minutes to read the whole thing, and then you could be on your way to submit it to the magazine's editor. plus, it was the least you could do since you basically ignored her calls and used up all of your study-date time to edit and revise your concluding paragraph.

but finally, finally, after many torturous seconds, your girlfriend leans back. her hands wrap around the edge of your macbook to only shut the laptop halfway and push it aside, turning her full attention back to you.

very briefly, you pulls your hands away from your mouth to ask the question you've been dreading. "what do you think?"

the gentle look that haruhi always wears stays frozen for a moment, but slowly starts to melt into a soft smile as she meets your nervous gaze. "it's good, love. it's really good."

straightening, your eyes widen as you bite your lip. "really?"

her smile gets brighter as amazement floods your cheekbones. "really."

"oh my god." releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding, you throw yourself into the back of your chair. pulling your palms up and around, they rake over your face before scratching through your hair, a groan morphing into a laugh as relief sputters out of you. you feel like you need to say it again, probably louder for good measure. "oh my god! you really liked it?"

the honor student's deep laugh joins yours as watches you bask in a job well done. "why would i lie about that?"

touching down to earth, you shrug, your hands falling into your lap. "because you love me, and you would do anything to make me happy?"

she snorts, leaning forward as she is drawn into your space. "you're right. i do love you. probably just enough to never lie to you again."

a teasing smile curves your lips as you fake offended disbelief, scooting closer so that your knees slip between her own. "again?"

brunette eyebrows work upwards as haruhi mirrors your smirk, nodding as she gets even closer. "mhmm."

"and what have you lied about, haruhi dear?" her breath is mixing in with yours now, and she keeps her kiss barely out of reach, her lips grazing yours as she responds.

"about letting you leave tonight."

"wha-?" your eyebrows knit as haruhi shoots out of her chair, and before you can protest, she is straddling your hips, one of her legs on either side of you as you blush at her sudden proximity.

"haruhi!" but even if your voice sounds surprised, you hold her closer, your palms coming to rest on her thighs.

"when was the last time you slept?" she asks, suddenly serious as she cups your face in her hands.

"last night." you say, but she squints at your response.

"for how long?"

"enough." you whine, bringing your hands around her waist, encouraging her to be flush against you. "don't worry about it."

"(y/n), you look exhausted. i'm going to be worried about it."

you look at her for a moment before realizing that she isn't going to back down. shoulders slumping, you drop your head onto her shoulder, hugging her close to your body. "two hours. maybe."

a displeased noise expels from her throat, but suddenly you feel slender fingers rubbing your back, toying with the hairs on the back of your neck. "you need to sleep."

making a grunt of blind agreement, you melt into her hold, the excitement and anxiousness you felt about your story being blown away by a gust of drowsiness. the scratches on your scalp weren't helping.

"like right now." she emphasizes, and tries to wiggle out of your hold, but you were stronger. tightening your grip around her slim waist.

her shoulders shake with another endearingly low laugh as she hugs you back. "let's get to the bed, love."

you don't think you've ever slept deeper in your life.

.oOo.

starting to write again, and i used this as a little exersise to get back into it. hopefully it can tide you over! i'll see you soon :)

[butterfly-writer]

Yo! I was wondering if you could do some headcannons for Hawks, Aizawa, and All Might with a Pro Hero husband reader? I think it would be really cool if reader had a quirk that gave him the abilities of a skinwalker. He could be able to shapeshifter into his beast form, mimic voices he hears, regeneration, etc. Maybe he could be really tall (around 7ft) even when he isn’t using his quirk, and he looks creepy but is really sweet? I think it would be cool to see the medias reaction too. Sorry for the length. Thank you!!!

Shapeshifter!

Keigo Takami; Shouta Aizawa, Toshinori Yagi x ProHero!Husband!Reader Summary: A character is married to a scary looking hero who’s actually a sweetheart. How does the media react? How did they meet?

★☽A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote headcannons! I really hope I improved! Oh! I had my birthday a couple days ago! September 4, hehe! So I consider this a bit of a gift to you guys for my birthday!

Contents: FLUFF – Headcannons Quirk: Skinwalker The user can alter their physical appearance to mimic any living creature, including humans and animals. This ability allows them to change their voice, size, and even mimic specific characteristics, such as muscle structure or hair. The transformation can be partial or full, depending on the user’s control. However, maintaining a transformation for extended periods drains energy, and extreme changes may lead to temporary exhaustion or loss of control.

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Keigo Takami (Keigo)

The number 2 hero probably met Y/N when he just started his agency at 18 years old. He was on patrol when he saw a thief stealing an old lady’s purse. As the fastest, he immediately got to action, chasing the thief with lightning speed. Just before he could reach the purse, a cheetah suddenly ran into him, blocking his path and swiftly grabbing the thief by the collar with shark canine teeth.

The moment the cheetah ensured that it had disabled the thief, it suddenly changed into a tall male. He was towering over everyone who walked past, staring at him with a scared glare. Keigo figured he was perhaps 7ft (213cm) tall which practically towered the hero. He looked up at the figure, watching as he looked around for the owner of the purse.

He had to admit.

The male was tall and menacing. He had piercings around his ear, colors similar to his outfit. Takami figured he was a pro hero like himself. ‘But how did I not know him?’ he wondered. ‘Maybe an underground hero?’ he thought. Keigo just shrugged it off and walked over to him.

“Hey, big fela!” A shiver went down the hero’s spine when he saw the tall H/C haired man turn to look at him, eyes piercing through his soul. “J..Just wondering if you want me to give the purse back to its owner? I’m sure she’ll be very happy to get it back!” he managed to utter with a slight stutter.

The H/C haired tilted his head in confusion, but then his eyes widened in realization. “Oh- right!” The blonde couldn’t stop the chuckle from coming out of his throat. ‘I didn’t expect him to be so awkward!’ And he had to admit, he judged the hero too soon. His menacing looks were the total opposite to his sweet personality.

“Name’s Hawks. You?” he asked, receiving the purse from the tall hero. “Chimera.” He smiled. Hawks’s heart almost exploded!! His smile was so gentle and soft, a total contrast to his terrifying aura and looks! “So… What’s your Quirk? It’s hella unique!” Keigo commented. “Uhm… like a skinwalker..” Chimera mumbled. Takami was impressed. “A skinwalker? How cool!” he complimented.

“Thank you..” Chimera smiled.

And now they’ve been married for maybe two years? And Keigo is probably one of the happiest birds ever!

In his free time with Y/N, he would play a guessing game with him where Y/N had to transform into a person or an animal and Keigo had to guess who the person was or what animal it was! (He lost most of the time since he didn’t know much about animals… but he was excellent at recognizing people!”

The media would always talk about how scary the hero was, how he would turn into the scariest things just so he could fight. But Keigo? Total opposite! He is infatuated with how amazing Y/N’s Quirk is! Imagine being able to transform into a cerberus?!

Despite his terrifying and frightening aura and looks, he was such a sweet man! Whenever Keigo and Y/N went out together, he would scare almost everyone who laid eyes on him! The rest just glared at him with disgust, which Keigo hated.

One time, Keigo and Y/N had just got out of the 7-11 where he found himself staring at a hungry kitten. Y/N looked at him with an excited face. “Wait here!” he said before rushing back into the store. Keigo didn’t know what he was doing until he came out of the store with a small packet of cat food. His heart ached out of affection when he watched Y/N give the food to the young kitten. His soft gentle smile, a rare sight, brought joy and love to Keigo’s heart.

Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Both Y/N and Shouta probably met when they were in high school! But Y/N was in a different class which made them meet extremely late. During their 1st year, around their second semester, both class 1A and 1B were going to have their joint training. This is probably the first time he met Y/N, teaming up with him to go against another team.

Shouta looked over to his side, watching the boy who was much taller than he was. He was broad and frightening to look like. He honestly believed their team would immediately win just by having the H/C look at their opponents the way he was staring at Shouta–

‘Wait-’ He realized Y/N was looking right back at him. He instantly blushed and looked away, silently cursing himself for staring at the male. “Sorry…” he managed to mutter. He heard Y/N respond with a hum.

He turned back and found the tall male walking forward before jogging, and then sprinting. Before Shouta knew it, Y/N was sprinting and quickly turned into a peregrine falcon and flew off. Shouta noticed how he was flying so fast, as if he was flying 5km per minute which was impressive to the ravenhead.

And in a matter of minutes, their team had won!

Y/N had rendered the other team’s members unconscious and had won for his team. Shouta was speechless! Even Hizashi and Oboro who were watching from the viewer room were just as speechless as their best friend!

Shouta walked up to Y/N with an embarrassed look. Despite Y/N’s spine-chilling presence, he managed to utter a “thank you..” to Y/N. Y/N smiled at him, thanking him with a gentle voice. Shouta didn’t stop the shivers going down his spine. His gentle voice and smile was different from his looks and presence, a feeling of comfort from the H/C’s gentle voice.

And now they’re much older! Like… 12-13 years older.. And their love never faded! It even grew when they got married!

Shouta had just started the year with his new students, thankfully not expelling them like the last batch of students. He genuinely saw potential in all of them and Y/N noticed and did not regret teasing Shouta about it, much to his protests.

Y/N was seen as a creepy person by the news, for his towering height and his death glares. But Shouta knew it wasn’t true. Y/N was actually a big softie and sweetheart. He was a gentleman to all women, growing up with a mom who made sure he treated women with respect.

Like one time, they were out to eat and they saw a woman walking alone with a scared expression. Y/N, with no hesitation, walked over to the lady. She was about to scream for help because of how scary he looked, but she was calmed down by Y/N’s gentle and soft voice. He ended up guiding her to her car with no troubles.

Such a gentleman! No wonder Shouta is obsessed with his husband!

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

The number one hero! A symbol of peace! Toshinori was proud of himself for finally making his dream come true after being Quirkless and being given One for All by his mentor. Not only that, but the blonde was happy he would’ve made his mentor, Nana, proud, bringing a soft smile to his face.

During one of his missions, he had to go to America and was partnered with one of the underground heroes named “Chimera” who would accompany him.

 He had to admit. Out of all the villains he had to face, including All for One— Chimera was the most terrifying. As a tall man himself, he wasn’t scared of him due to his height, for he was taller by 3 inches but his eyes… The way he practically stared into Yagi’s soul was already bone-chilling to him and made him even terrified by thinking what sort of Quirk the H/C could have.

He was impressed by Chimera’s quick thinking and fast agility, making things a breeze. And the way the hero switched between animals was impressive! And it was on the go as well! The blonde couldn’t help but appreciate the hero more.

After the mission, All Might went up to Chimera and gave him the brightest smile. “You’re really good with your Quirk!” he complimented. Chimera turned to him with a threatening stare, giving shivers down Toshinori’s spine. “Y-You’re really impressive..” The blonde managed to let out. “I-I’m All Might.” He extended his shaking hand towards the hero with a crooked and forced smile.

The blonde was surprised to see Chimera smile. He thought his smile would’ve been terrifying and bone-chilling– So he was shocked to see such a gentle smile. It was a small one, almost non-visible, but his smile was still there, gentle and soft. And in his voice, as gentle and as soft as his smile, he said, “Thank you” with his tender smile.

ALL MIGHT IS SMITTEN! By now, in his 20 year marriage with Chimera, he had gotten used to Y/N’s horrifying appearance and eventually loved how scary he looked, with his tall appearance and hostile stares.

The public, around 10 years into his marriage, was shocked to hear that the number one hero was married to such a creepy underground hero! And Toshinori did not care, he loved the way he was!

The public, until now, are still terrified of the hero, even after he retired before his husband. Toshinori didn’t care much about how he retired, or that he still had his scary reputation. He loved Y/N and that was that.

After Toshinori retired and used his real form, he realized how short he was compared to Y/N now. It was shocking but he didn’t mind it.

Husbands for 20+ years and they’re happy as the day they first met.

[astarioffsimpmain]

Unsolicited Affections (Part 3)

[Outer 2 screenshots by Raz; middle screenshot by @brabblesblog]

Halsin x Plus Size F!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, cunnilingus..... waterfall sex? Waterfall sex.

Synopsis: Halsin decides to prove to you just how desirable you are to him.

Author's Note: Thank you so much to @brabblesblog, @spite-made-me, and @midnight-musings-of-nyx for inspiring me, assisting me, and encouraging me along this journey. I couldn't have done it without you!

Ps. This got.... long, and I didn't get to everything I wanted to in this fic. Sooo part 4, maybe, if people are interested in even more Druid debauchery? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Part 1 | Part 2

You were nodding before you could let your thoughts catch up to you, gripping Halsin like a lifeline in the stormy sea of your doubt, and he bent at the knees, lowering himself - and eventually you - down into the water. 

"Shit." You jumped when the icy lake met the undersides of your legs, and you curled tighter around Halsin in a desperate attempt to keep his warmth. His chuckle rumbled in your ear, and you pouted disapprovingly. "You could have warned me, you know." You tutted gently, and he chuckled again. 

"Apologies, my heart, but it was best left as a surprise. A sudden dip in the chill will take all your worries away." He stroked your back, his massive hand radiating heat into your skin, and you stuttered a sigh in relief at his touch. But your lower body was beginning to ache.

"I t-think all it d-does is f-freezes t-them." You said through chattering teeth as your legs shook. This time, the Druid laughed; a beautiful and boisterous thing that echoed around the tiny alcove like birdsong in the night. 

"Well then, we shall melt them." He murmured softly into your ear before his hand left your back and hovered over the surface of the water. You turned your upper body around in curiosity, and your eyes lit up as Halsin's magic seeped from his palm into the water, creating a soft warm glow on the surface of the lake. The water touching your body was no longer cold, the magic permeating the icy blue with heat and comfort. 

You felt all your tension ease, and you relaxed against Halsin, nuzzling your nose into his bare chest. Then you paused. "Oh, hells!" You exclaimed in realization, looking down at yourself. "These will take hours to dry." You lamented, peeling your wet top from your body and letting it slap back against you as you realized that your camp clothes were now soaked. 

"They will take even longer while still on your body, my love." Halsin's voice spoke reason, but with a lilt of mischief, and your eyes met his suspiciously. 

"You did this on purpose." You accused, and his eyes darted away from yours, his expression shifting into one of obvious sheepishness. 

"I- I did, yes." He met your gaze once more. "I did not want you to hide from me any longer because I wish to show you how beautiful you are in my eyes. But if I have sincerely wronged you, you have every right to end this now and wear my dry clothes back to camp." His eyes quivered with a potent mixture of regret and anxiety, and you softened at his sincerity, a foreign thrill running through you at the thought of him proving your beauty to you. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, clamping down on the cringe that began to form as you reached for the hem of your soaked camp shirt and pulled it up over your body until the heavy piece of clothing rested in your hands. The night air took possession of your newly exposed upper body, and your nipples hardened into peaks underneath your hide bra. You shivered, but it was not solely due to the cold: a piercing, heated gaze had fallen upon you like a heavy blanket. Halsin’s forest green eyes were nearly obscured by how large his pupils had blown, effectively darkening his gaze as he took a deep and ragged breath in through his nose. 

His eyes traveled the length of you appreciatively before he dove down to capture the curve of your neck with his supple lips and you let out a gasp as his hot mouth worked a pucker into your sensitive skin. He trailed a blazing path from your neck down to your collarbone and then up under your chin. A whimper broke your silence when his lips met your jaw and one of his hands pressed into your side, traveling up your back and sliding under your bra, touching skin that had never before felt the caress of another’s hands. “So soft, my heart. Touching you is an honor I am not worthy of, for Silvanus himself must have crafted you by hand.” he murmured against the shell of your ear as he wrapped one arm around your low back and pulled you closer to him, and tugged the hide around your breasts loose with the other.

“Halsin,” you breathed, unable to say much more as white hot tingles danced across your skin everywhere he touched. Your breaths were coming shorter, and you clung to his shoulders, moaning when he adjusted his position, and his arousal met your slit through layers of wet clothes under the water. He was large; not that you were surprised when comparing it to the rest of him, but the solid press of his hardening cock against your opening sent you spiraling into a torrent of anxiety-ridden thoughts. 'Will it fit? Will he even want it to when he realizes how inexperienced I am? Will he stop? Will he leave?' 

"Little dove," His voice brought you back. "You've tensed. Have I done something you do not like?" 

"No!" You answered, almost too quickly, then sighed. "I- I'm very… inexperienced with.. things like this. I've been with others before, but they were only curious to see what it would be like to lay with someone, you know… like me. And I've also been turned away once they've seen… all of me." Your voice was small, achingly fragile, and you couldn't bear to meet the Druid's eyes as the admittance passed your trembling lips. The fear that he would be one of them was like bile in your throat, and the shame that you felt at even considering he would be was pressing it closer to your mouth with each passing moment. You were ruining this, you just knew it, and you'd end up alone in your tent that night yet again, shaking and crying as the regret rolled over you in waves. 

But one of Halsin’s warm hands splayed across your back, and the other wrapped loosely around your neck as he pressed his thumb gently into the base of your chin, training your face upwards. When your hesitant eyes finally met his, you choked back another sob at the sheer compassion there. "My heart, I cannot promise you a cure for the intruder in your mind, nor can I promise you that every day from this day forward will be a kind one, but the one thing I can promise you, and will swear on my life this very night, is that you hold more allure to me, both your heart and your physical vessel, than you could even imagine. I am over 350 years old. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly, but it does now, here with you. Your inexperience does not frighten me, nor does it do anything to turn me away from you. If anything, it presents to me the opportunity to demonstrate all that love can provide for you, if given in the way you deserve. Will you let me love you?”

Like a ray of sunshine finding its way through the clouds, a smile carrying a glimmer of hope broke across your face, pulling taut on your tear-stained cheeks. “Yes, Halsin.” you whispered and pulled nearer to him so that your lips rested nearly against his. “Yes.” The word breathed into his mouth seemed to light a fire scorching through him, and he released a desperate groan into your mouth before taking it with his own; firm, and passionate and all-encompassing. Suddenly, his hands were everywhere, and you could no longer tell where you ended, and he began. His tongue prodded at your lips, and you opened your mouth to him, moaning as it found yours and entered into a sensual dance. He pulled the hide around your chest free and discarded it on the bank, then his hands cupped your breasts, weighing them in his hands. You gasped into his mouth as each warm palm encompassed the entire breast. “Halsin,” you whined softly when the rough pads of his thumbs brushed across your sensitive nipples, pebbling them even more under his attentive touch. He moaned, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple before taking a deep, steadying breath.

Halsin's large hands encompassed one of yours, and you realized how delightfully new it felt to be so very small by comparison. He pulled away ever so slightly, his velvet lips brushing across yours as he whispered softly. "These hands are the proof of your determination. They work diligently to keep us safe and provide for us a place to rest." He massaged the tight muscles in your palm gently and brushed his calloused fingers over your knuckles. "When someone is in need, these hands are the very thing that reaches for them to bring them home and into the light. These are the hands that brought me back into the light. They reached for me when I was lost and held me through the worst of it until the dark receded." His lips quirked up into a gentle smile as he bumped his nose affectionately with yours. You sniffled a little, smiling back at him. Gods, this man. 

Next, his rough hands tracked a path up your arms, coming to rest on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing tender circles along the dips. "Your shoulders bear a mantle not many could carry, but you wear it well, heavy as it is. These muscles are far too tense all of the time; it is devastating that they must be. Please, allow me to ease them." You nodded, your eyes already falling closed at the tantalizing sensation of Halsin’s fingers pressing into your skin. "Turn around." His voice was closer than it had been a moment ago, a breath away from the shell of your ear, and you shivered, turning to obey his gentle command. 

His fingers cascaded up and down your spine, and you arched forward, your breath escaping you as a rush of tingles shot straight to your core. He chuckled lowly and dragged his finger up the center of your back, taking time to lean down and press a kiss to each dip, curve, and fold along the way. You bit your lip as your breathing picked up. You were unused to this level of love and dedication, and being so blatantly worshiped was spreading heat to your skin faster than the warm water ever could. 

Resisting the urge to apologize for the way you looked, you bit down on your lip and closed your eyes to focus on the sensations he brought to your long-unattended body. "You are the embodiment of strength, honor, and integrity, my heart." He muttered against your skin, and you shuddered as his hands crept around your front and traveled below the water. He toyed with the band of your shorts, his fingers dipping under it to stroke the curves there, and you gasped as the rough pads of his digits found your folds and pressed between them, swiping your swollen bud teasingly. "You deserve to be repaid for all that you are and all that you do. There is a push and pull in all natural things. You exist in nature, and nature receives you. I receive you, and I would be honored to act as the push in response to your ever-present pull." Halsin murmured softly in your ear, his finger still tracing light circles around your clit as you desperately clenched around nothing. 

"Ah, H-Halsin," you whined, your hips bucking unconsciously against his hand in search of more friction. 

"Are you ready to lay yourself bare for me, my heart?" The Druid whispered against the skin of your neck, and you shuddered, nodding quickly as his fingers took a daring dip inside of you. You cried out softly as he stroked you in earnest a few times before pulling back out of you and yanking your loincloth free, tossing it to the bank to join your other sopping wet clothes. 

You took a moment's hesitation, but the second you felt Halsin's scorching hands return to your aching core, your reluctance gave way to lust and you pressed against him in haste, refusing to wait for his skin on yours any longer. 

Halsin groaned his approval into your mouth, and one of his massive hands roamed your hips, traveling back to squeeze your cheek until you whined and rocked back against him.

He pulled you against the hard planes of his chest, and his large hands then traveled a burning path back up the sides of your arms, over your tense shoulders, then down your chest. Water droplets cascaded from his fingertips down onto your taut nipples, his hands following their path and encasing your breasts, one filling each hand and squeezing gently. A low growl rumbled through his chest at the whine you let out when he thumbed over your sensitive buds. 

"By Silvanus, you will be the end of me." He murmured against your hot, damp skin.

"Halsin, please." You whimpered softly, writhing against him, your skin growing hotter every second his throbbing erection pressed against the slit of your ass. 

"What will you have me do, my little dove?" He asked, nibbling on the lobe of your ear. 

A breathless laugh escaped you as the words tumbled from your lips. "Love me."

A full-bodied laugh rumbled through him, and you smiled in triumph at the sound, sighing into him as he gathered you in his arms and led you towards the waterfall. It was low, its height barely reaching the Druid's head, and its water was fairly gentle on your hand when you held your fingers out to it; another pulse from Halsin's magic and it warmed under your touch. A smile pulled across your lips, and you willingly stepped under it, closing your eyes and basking in the sensation. You could feel Halsin's eyes on you, and beneath your own eyelids, you could practically see the crinkles in his face as he smiled. Without opening your eyes, you reached for him, fearing for only a fleeting moment that he would not be there to reciprocate before his warm touch was there, pulling you against him again. His hands explored your body with all the tenderness of a disciple tending to his goddess, and you rested your cheek against his chest as he molded you to him, like putty in his capable hands. 

You felt pliant beneath his touch, blazing and newly unfettered by the anxieties that so constantly plagued you. At his mercy, you became something new. Something beautiful. He pressed a gentle palm against your plush stomach, urging you to lean your upper body back behind the waterfall. You trusted him immediately, stretching back until your head emerged in a cave behind the pooling water, and you rested your back against the first rock to welcome you. It had smoothed out over time, and its cool surface ran a shiver down your spine but did not scrape your skin. Halsin pressed forward, sliding you further onto the rocks as he stepped through the water, your legs wrapped firmly around his middle. 

He smiled at you; gentle, adoring, and mischievous. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he took hold of the undersides of your knees and lowered himself before you, his brilliant emerald eyes never leaving your own. "My heart," he murmured reverently, and you wriggled as his hot breath fanned across your swelling folds. "Please, allow me to feast."

You swallowed hard, your eyes wide and unmoving from him, and nodded, more sure of this than anything you had ever been before. "Yes." You breathed, barely audible over the sound of the pouring water. But Halsin received the message, for only seconds later, his mouth had descended upon you and his tongue parted your folds eagerly. You cried his name and one of your hands found his head immediately, your fingers curling into his wet locks like a lifeline as he devoured you. The drag of his tongue inside of you was molten and you writhed at the heat that exploded up your body as he suctioned his lips to your clit and drank you in. He pulled back ever so slightly before delving into your hole with growing fervor. In doing so, he drew you closer to his mouth and an unexpected sensation had you mewling loudly and rutting your hips against the Druid's face. A trickle of water from the waterfall above was now streaming directly onto your sensitive bud, the pressure and sudden chill alighting you inside. 

Halsin was an observant man, you deduced, your mind in a haze, as he stood to angle you closer to the stream. But what little thought you had left in your head fled as soon as he secured your legs around his broad shoulders and brought his hand up to rub your clit while the water hit it. You moaned loudly and flung your arms over your head to catch a hold of the rock and cling to it. With your bottom half in the air, you were at the complete mercy of the Druid, who vigorously resumed lapping at your sensitive cunt. As you floated above your body in a state of suspended bliss, you marveled at how easily your lover held you up, as though you weighed nothing in his hold. 

To be so small compared to him - so light. You keened as his tongue swiped up and down through your folds, his groans reverberating through your body as your slick coated his tongue. You felt desired, and the feeling sent chills up your spine as you felt your release nearing. Halsin felt it too, and plunged his tongue deep within you and curled it upwards, sending you spiraling. 

"Oh, Ha- mmf! I'm gonna, Hals-ah!" You attempted to choke out a warning, but it was too late; already tumbling off the precipice with a scream that overpowered the sounds of the water around you, your entire body tightened around Halsin's. You mindlessly rutted against his face until your high began to abate, then your muscles began to tremble as you relaxed gently into his hold. All at once, the water thrumming against your clit was far too much, and you squirmed in an effort to get away from it. 

Halsin chuckled and appeared through the water moments later, letting you down into the pools to catch your breath. "You are a wonder of Silvanus himself." He rumbled with a smile as he closed in to kiss you. You chuckled against his lips and let out a small, pleased sigh at your taste on his tongue. 

You allowed your hands to roam the solid planes of his wide chest, exploring along each dip and curve where the muscles rippled underneath the skin. The pads of your fingers were tickled by the hair that grew in each place they traveled, and a soft giggle escaped your lips. "That laugh is birdsong." Halsin murmured, and you felt your cheeks flush. 

"Funny, I think the same about yours." You admitted quietly, your hand coming to rest in the center of his chest, your eyes on the dark hair that fell over your fingers. 

"Do you?" He sounded almost… surprised. 

"Of course I do." You lifted your head, a sudden determination rushing through you. "Halsin, you are the kindest, most gentle man I have ever known. But you are also indescribably strong, and I don't only mean your body." You let your hands travel from his chest to his arms and slide up along all of the divots his muscles made, his biceps too large for you to even fit your hand around. But your eyes were trained on his, steady and confident for the first time this evening. "The strength of will you carried to see that shadow curse to its end; the way you refused to allow your heartbreak and pain to overtake you. The gentleness you showed in the face of such abhorrence to all those who were too oppressed to deserve your anguish." 

Your hands reached his face, and you cupped his cheeks, brushing a stray tear away as it fell with one of your thumbs. "You show love where you've been shown pain, Halsin. That is breathtakingly admirable and the truest mark of strength. So yes, your joy is birdsong and your eyes are flower petals, and your touch is as all encompassing as a dip in the water, and I am honored to behold these things, you wonderful, wonderful man. My strong and gentle bear." 

His tears fell freely now, his eyes as glassy and reflective as the surface of the water, and he smiled at you. It hurt, this smile, you could tell; but it healed too. He pulled you to him suddenly and wrapped you up in his embrace. You pressed your cheek to his chest, your hands against his pecs again, and closed your eyes. He enveloped every hurt and broken piece of you, pulling you back together with his love and care. His heartbeat thrummed loudly beneath your ear, and a breathless chuckle escaped your lips. You could only assume that yours sounded the same. 

"Let me love you too." You whispered against him, and he shuddered. 

He nodded, smiling against your hair and pressing his lips against the crown of your head reverently. "As you wish, my heart." 

fin

Tagging, Darlings (aka, a general tag of everyone who seemed interested from Part 2):

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[jinuaei]

Perception

Yandere!Self aware! Leon Kennedy x Player! Reader pt. 2

To be the person whose deity's eyes are cast upon is a bliss. This is what Leon feels, bliss. The slow descent to madness from being in this unholy situation is overwhelmed by your presence, your guidance and warmth suppressing the fear and stress. Truth be told he has not been paying attention to whatever Marvin is talking about but thats fine, you'll pay attention for him right?

He can feel himself flush, his insides burning hot with embarrassment and horror, though on the outside no splash of red can be seen on his cheeks. How dare he assign work to you when he is the one who is supposed to be doing everything? He is but your humble servant, he is the one who should be doing the task of listening to this boring police man, not you!

Leon quickly snaps back reality and luckily was able to catch where the emblems are located. Noting it down mentally, he descends to the western wing of the station after receiving a knife from Marvin. Progressing through the halls he thinks back to earlier when he was still trying to fight against your influence, he truly was an idiot. But he was still happy that he submitted to you sooner, rather than later.

A sudden crash of glass breaking pierce through his left ear, a groan following after. Leons body freezes up and a strong feeling of panic rattles his brain. He shot the corpse on the head within a second, blowing it up in pieces. The panic still flows through his brain but not the rest of him, on the contrary his whole body is calm but his mind isn't. As he tries to understand why the fear he is feeling is strange he soon realized that… It's not mine. I'm not scared, THEY are.

Hot rage courses through his veins as he glares at the lump of meat underneath him, his fingers itching to grab the leather grip of the knife and stab it. Again. And again. And again. How dare that thing scare you? Nonetheless, Leon can't do anything but just seethe quietly. After a while, he can feel the panic subside and his body jerks towards the stairs, walking cautiously. Nothing much happened after that, other than the licker almost nicking him, it was a very quiet journey. Going back to Marvin, the older man showed him the cctv footage of a girl outside, recognizing her as his companion from earlier. He felt relief upon knowing that she was safe from harm. He was then directed to the 2nd floor of the east wing where he'll be able to get her that way.

As he exits the doorway to the side extrance of the station a shout from below him captured his attention. Looking over the rails, the red jacket highlighted her form, of course it was--

"Claire!"

Joyfully he walks down the stairs, but as soon as he takes a step your warmth is gone from his body. Why…why can't he feel you inside him? Did you abandon him?? No no no… You're still there, he can feel your eyes gazing onto him but his body can only percieve the coldness of the night.

Even with his inner turmoil the show must go on. Without his permission his body moves perfectly, their conversation flowing so smoothly it was almost like following a script. However he knows that whatever is happening is unnatural, the smile he gives to Claire seems robotic, he tries to take control with his body but the only thing that he manages to do was to smile awkwardly, a brief flash of fear in his eyes. Even if Claire did notice she didn't say anything, just talking like normal.

Tuning back to their conversation he can hear himself speak.

"That's good. Any luck with your brother?"

"No, not yet."

He tuned everything out again because he felt disgusted being controlled by something other than you. Soon an explosion interrupts both of them, the sound of groans soon following. They look at each other with understanding and separated ways. Within a second, your warmth encompass his body and fill him with new vigor, the bliss returning as he realizes your departure was only temporary. Then his thoughts became more dark and more desperate.

The feeling of losing you, even temporary was heartbreaking. Him sensing you but not able to touch you was torture. But…he will bear with it, as long as you come back to him. So please, don't ever leave him again.

[atxxokirina]

Seven Deadly Sins. | Lust.

Neteyam x Fem Na'vi reader

Part one, Gluttony with Lo'ak.

plot: you strictly told Neteyam not to bother you while you're with your friends, unless it's an emergency. But he needs you, he needs your body.. and that alone is an emergency to him.

contains: SMUT SMUTTY SMUT, rough, mean (ish) dom Neteyam, forced creampie (reader says no at first but eventually gives in), 2 sex scenes, exhibitionist Neteyam

Neteyam's sex drive was always high. No matter where, and when, as long as it was around you, he was practically hard the majority of the time. So much so that it hurts.

You've been at a party deep in the forest for the past hour. Dancing with your friends, drinking, and overall enjoying your time. Meanwhile, Neteyam is situated at your shared hut, failing to make himself cum. Thrusting his cock into his fist, tiny grunts and whimpers forming in his throat. He would have travel to where you are, just for a quickie, but he remembered what you told him before you left.

"If you're horny, touch yourself, or just wait for me, okay baby?" You gently kiss cheek. "Here's your comm, don't page me unless it's an emergency."

Fuck. He thought. This is so unfair. He needs you now. Now, now, now. Those words repeat in his head like a throbbing heart beat, never going away. Neteyam shakes his thoughts, leaning back and trying to focus on feeling good. He lets out a deep sigh, massaging his shaft as he uses his precum as lube. Images of you flash in his mind, your soft lips, perfect tits, and your ass.. oh, fuck. Your ass. He began forming it in his mind, replaying the times your ass bounced back on him while he held you down. This helped for a little, but it just wasn't enough.

Neteyam reaches up to his neck for the comm you and him share. This wouldn't count as interrupting your night, right? And this is an emergency..

"Y/n?" You hear a faint voice in your right ear, heart dropping once you realize it's Neteyam. You press the button down on your neck. "Neteyam? Is everything okay?" You ask hurriedly, already looking around for your belongings.

"Everything is fine. I just.. fuck, I want to be inside you." You sigh and roll your eyes, setting your bags back down on the floor. "Really, Teyam? I said emergencies only." You huff, annoyingly. "This is a fucking emergency." He mewls, teasing the dip of his cock. "And watch your attitude. Don't make me come up there and fix it."

"Neteyam, I'm with my friends. I have to go-" Just as you were about to turn your comm off, you hear a deep, husk growl. "No. You're staying." He could hear your tiny pouts as he palmed his cock, closing his eyes to invision you. "Keep talking to your friends." You hum, unsure about what he's planning. "O-Okay." You follow his orders, conversing with your peers as he groaned in your ear.

"Yeah, fuck.. love hearing your voice," He moans, causing a flame to ignite in your stomach. "Neteyam.." You whispered, turning your head so your friends don't see you talking. "I can't do this." He grunts. "Is that so? Hm, why not?" He speaks through his strained moans. "My friends are here. Please, just handle this yourself." You whisper-yell, ripping the comm off of your neck, finally feeling relief.

But that sweet relif didn't last very long. It was only moments later before you hear Neteyam's voice piercing through the bud in your ear. "Think you can just hang up on me like that? I need you, now!" He yelled, voice crisp and looming. You grab your comm again, pressing down the button with annoyance. "Neteyam, are you serious? I'll be back for you later! Just wait." You plead, pure desperation in your tone.

"Yeah? Wait? You want me to wait for you?" You swallow another gulp. Feeling guilty for leaving him like this. "Listen." He commands, bringing the comm down to his cock, ensuring that you hear his precum and slick slathered around it. The friction of him stroking his shaft. Up and down, up and down. You hear his faint moans and whimpers in the background, instantly making you melt.

Feeling a heat form through your body, and river through your loincloth. It turned you on beyond words to hear him like this. Begging for you to come home and take care of him. "Does that sound like I can fucking wait? Bring your ass home, y/n. Right now." Neteyam growled, ending your call with a click.

You whined. As much as you wanted to stay and have fun with your friends, you were still scared of what Neteyam would do if you didn't get back immediately.

In defeat, you said your goodbyes to everyone. Promising to see them again tomorrow, even though you probably won't be able to walk by then.

Eventually making your way home, you carefully step in. "Neteyam?" You called out, feeling your body being shoved onto your cot without hesitation. You yelp, seeing Neteyam on top of you and holding your arms above your head. He's fully naked, not even wearing the jewelry he usually has on. "I should rip your little body apart for making me wait this long.." He whispers, grazing his sharp fangs against your jugular as he humps his cock against your clothed pussy. "Ah.. I-I'm sorry," You mewl at the pressure. "I don't think you are.." He trails down, sinking his teeth into your thin and flimsy loincloth, tearing it in two. "But you will be.

He holds your hips down, causing you to try to free yourself. "Don't fucking move." He grunts, slapping his thick, girthy dick against your clit. Your pussy clenches at the feeling, simply aching for more. He lines himself up with your pussy, slowly sliding in as your warmth envelopes him. You both moan in unison. "Ohhh fuckkkk.. yeah, that's better. A lot better." He groans, looking down as he starts to stroke inside of you. You gasp at how quick he starts off, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Neteyam desperately fucks into you, mewling and huffing in your ear. "Too much! Slow down, please Teyeam!" You cry, squeezing your eyes shut.

"This is what you get," *thrust* "..for making me fucking wait." *thrust*

"I'm sorry! I'm s-sooo sorry!" You whimper again as he lifts himself up, removing your arms from around them and pinning them above your head. "Yeah, take it. Just like that." He leans his body back, drilling his cock into you with almost zero effort, eyes rolling back at the way your walls tighten around him. Neteyam grabs your face, making sure you hold eye contact with him. "Don't look away," His hips stutter. "I want you to look at me while I fill you up with my fucking cum." Your pupils widen, shaking your head as you attempt to free your arms. "N-No! I don't wanna get- preg..nant, please!!" You beg and babble. Too fucked out to properly speak. "Hah.. what was that?" He teased, taking his cock out and shoving it right back in. Knocking the air out of your lungs. "You wanna get pregnant?" You mewl, followed by a whined squeal. "Shit, keep making those fucking noises.." Neteyam lets out a deep moan, still fucking you mercilessly. "Mm-mm!" You try to deny, but it sounds like more of a moan to him.

"No fucking problem. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum, that'll teach you not to make me wait anymore, won't it?" He thrusts deeper and deeper with every word. It feels so good. As if his dick had fucking drugs on it, even if you said no, you wanted this. You wanted his cum more than anything. "Oh? You're not gonna speak to me?" He chucked, slamming back down, making you yelp like a pathetic pup. "Or are you too drunk of my cock to say anything?— Fuck, I'm so close."

He speeds up, chasing his high like he'd die without it. "Ah, fuck! I'm cumming inside you.. shit, I'm filling this pussy up!" He moaned as small spurts of his seed spew into you, turning into thick ropes that filled your womb. "Oh fuck, Neteyam!" You gasp, arching your back as your body collapsed.

"I'm not done with you." Neteyam positions himself against the wall holding your body up and shoving it down on his still hard cock. He grips your waist, nails digging into your skin while he guides your hips, forcing your sensitive cunt to take more of him. "I can't do this, please.." Your head falls into the crook of his neck, whimpering in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," You repeat over and over again, but he couldn't care less. "Shut the fuck up, and take it." He demanded, aggressively moving you back and forth. Wet, squelching noises fill your hut. Along with your needy moans, and his painful thrusting. Your body is giving up, and you've decided to take the overwhelming pleasure. You moan and whimper after every thrust, slick drooling onto his cock. Neteyam holds the plush of your ass, shifting his hips and hitting you sweet spot.

"I'm gonna cum in this pussy again. You're gonna be so full of me, full of my seed." You moan in response, needy 'mhm's' coming out in pieces. "Fuck, I'm cumming.. Take it all, take all of this fucking load." He grunts, shuddering as he releases his cream into you again. "I'm filling you up baby, oh, fuuck," the rest of his seed flows into you. You and him out of breath, refusing to let each other go.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Can we get a sequel to the story of reader liking Pavitr, but Pavitr and Gayatri are happily together? Like Hobie or Gwen visit Pavitr and the reader meets them and they form a bond? romantic or platonic, reader just needs a buddy.

Thank you for everyone who wanted a part 2! Also this is kinda a long one so…I still hope you enjoy. 🦦

@sh-tposter2021 @thebiggestsimpoutthere @ii01vp

Part 1

It had been several weeks since you learnt of Pavitr and Gayatri’s relationship, and it’s been just as long since you’ve distanced yourself from Pavitr. While his absence was greatly felt and while there were times where you felt like being a hypocrite and run back to him, you had to remind yourself of why you were doing this in the first place; for the betterment of your own health and to remind yourself of who you were before ever meeting Pavitr because once upon a time there were chapters of your life that didn’t involve him.

You had to frequently remind yourself that you’ll be fine without Pavitr as he was seemingly fine without you now he had the prettiest girl in Mumbattan hanging off of his arm to fawn over, and all without having to take into account of how you felt about the public displays of affection that’d pierce your heart over. And over. And over again.

And yet while you’ve lead yourself to believe that Pavitr has seamlessly moved on without you, what you didn’t know was that Pavitr had been wanting you to meet his other friends, Hobie and Gwen, for a really long time now and even went as far as to set up the whole thing; only for it to come crushing down on him days later when you walked away from him with tears in your eyes and a forced smile. So when the day of your supposed get together came, Pavitr genuinely didn’t know what to tell Hobie and Gwen when he saw them. He didn’t want to send them away, that would be considered rude and disrespectful of the time that they had both set aside to be here, yet he didn’t want them to stay if you weren’t going to be there.

Fortunately and unfortunately for Pavitr, Gwen and Hobie could tell that during the period between their last visit to Mumbattan and now, something had to have happened for Pavitr’s demeanour to drastically change. ‘So where’s this y/n you’ve been talking our ear of about?’ Hobie asked, looking about the room as though you were going to pop out at them.

‘They’re not coming,’ Pavitr solemnly told them, ‘I’d like to think we’re still friends but it’s been so long since I’ve last seen them, that now…now I’m not so sure. I don’t want to loose my best fiend but I’m pretty certain they don’t want to talk to me.’ Pavitr then looked between his friends almost helplessly as he fiddles with the friendship bracelet that you made him out of habit. ‘All I wanna know is what I’ve done and how I can fix it.’ Gwen stepped forward and pressed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. ‘I’m sure they’re not mad at you Pav but I’m assuming they just wanted a little space to themselves.’ She told him but it didn’t seem to have helped at all.

‘We can go look for them and get the answer out of them that way?’ Hobbie said but before Pavitr could answer, he was reminded that he had a date with Gayatri later. The thought of his beautiful girlfriend made all his daily worries seep away from his mind as though she was the cleansing he required, there wasn’t a day where Pavitr didn’t count himself lucky in being able to date the most beautiful, amazing, most funniest girl; and he never fails to tells her every day how happy he was to be with her and be able to have the honour of calling her his. ‘Oh I can’t, I’ve got a date with my girlfriend Gayatri soon.’ Pavitr told Hobie.

‘Then how about me and Hobie go talk to them on your behalf?’ Gwen pitched.

‘But we don’t know where they’ll be right now.’ Hobie countered. ‘We’d waste the day away trying to look for them like we’re a bunch of headless chickens.’

‘We might not be on speaking terms but I do know where they’d like to be whenever they want to be left alone.’ Pavitr pipped up before telling the pair of the exact location before they parted ways; Hobie and Gwen to look for you whilst Pavitr went on his date with Gayatri.

Following Pavitr’s instructions, it didn’t take Hobie and Gwen long to find you sat on your lonesome upon a barren rooftop aside from a few weeds and bunches of moss that were growing up and through the cracks within the concrete. One look upon your worn out face told the pair that whatever happened between you and Pavitr took it’s toll on you a lot harder then it did Pavitr; not that they were saying that he wasn’t suffering but he had Gayatri, whereas you probably only had Pavitr to fall back on in times like this but now you probably had nobody. Both Hobie and Gwen were very familiar with the feeling of having nobody in your corner, so it was fairly easy for them to recognise the signs.

‘Is that them?’ Gwen asked Hobie, watching you as you looked out over the liveliness that filled the streets below with the vaguest look upon your face. Hobie shrugs, ‘must be, otherwise Pav wouldn’t have told us to come here if that weren’t the case.’

‘They look-‘

‘Lonely, yeah I agree.’ Hobie finished Gwen’s thought before he started moving towards you when Gwen called out to him. ‘What’re you doing?’ She asks and he looks back at her and said, ‘being a descent human being.’ Before continuing on his way towards you;only to be joined by Gwen not a moment later.

You weren’t fully aware of their presence until you felt Hobie seat himself at your left as Gwen seated herself at your right, but even even then you didn’t have it within you to remove yourself, the company of strangers felt nice to your aching soul because after all humans are social creatures that thrived off of having company. ‘Hey.’ Gwen said, catching your attention first. ‘Hi, I’m sorry but I don’t believe I’ve seen either of you here before.’ You told her, not wanting to come off as rude. ‘You’re right but we’re just paying our friend Pavitr a visit but he’s on a date right now and told us to come hang with you.’ Hobie answered and upon hearing Pavitr’s name, you tensed; Something both Hobie and Gwen both took notice.

‘If you’re here to get me into talking to him you can think again,’ you told them rather sternly, ‘I ain’t getting my heart broken twice.’ You added softer this time as you rested your head atop of your arms that were atop of your knees that you had tucked tight against your chest. ‘What did you mean by getting your heart broken twice?’ Gwen asked, looking over at Hobie who was already looking at her. You chuckled humourlessly as you felt tears once again well up in your eyes, you genuinely thought you were past crying over him but it seemed as though the wound your heart sustained was still bleeding. ‘I had a crush on him, Pavitr,’ you began, ‘but it was obvious that he liked Gayatri more and I don’t blame him, she’s gorgeous, funny, cool, sociable, smart and sweet. It just got to the point where being with him while he was still openly pinning after her was physically hurting me and I didn’t want to complicate things all because I can’t regulate my feelings.’ You finished, feeling slightly better to have finally let it out rather then inside like you had.

So this was the thing that happened between you and their friend. You liked him to the point where you selflessly removed yourself so that your feelings didn’t jeopardise his dream relationship with Gayatri but in the process, you cut yourself off from the only support you ever had in your life and now you were paying the price by suffering through all your emotions on your own. ‘I’m sorry, neither of you should have to be on the receiving end of my grievances.’ You said after a couple minutes of silence, but that soon came to an abrupt halt when Hobie slugged his arm over your shoulder and brought you into his side as Gwen reached out to hold your hand within her own. ‘Don’t ever say sorry for things that ain’t under your control,’ Hobie started, squeezing your shoulder, ‘and besides we’re the ones who asked about it in the first place. So don’t ever feel as though you have to apologise for everything, alright?’ You hummed in response.

‘Hobie’s right, I’m sorry that I made you brought this up.’ Gwen told you, just about to let go of your hand, but you were quick to tighten your hold in a silent plea for her to not go as you shot her a weak smile. ‘It’s not your fault,’ you told her, ‘it was bound to come up and if anything I’m glad you did because had you not I was beginning to get scared that it would come out at the wrong place at the wrong time. So instead I should be thanking you, both of you and I haven’t gotten either of your names yet.’

‘Oh right, well I’m Gwen Stacy,’ Gwen introduced herself before gesturing towards the lad who still had you coddled into his side, ‘and this is my friend Hobie Brown.’

‘Hi.’ You said tearfully as a smile beamed across your face.

‘Hiya yourself.’ Hobie replied as he wiped away some of your tears. ‘Despite crying you’re heart out, you still find it within you to smile. Now that’s a power I ain’t ever seen before and I find it admirable because it tells me that not only are you selfless but strong too.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but feel more tears arise to the surface, causing you to avert you gaze. ‘I’m sorry.’ You said weakly as Gwen felt her heart break for you as Hobie held onto you tighter whilst softly shushing you. ‘Please don’t ever apologise for having emotions.’ Gwen told you as an idea popped into her head as she adds on, ‘would you like to getaway with us? Do something to take your mind off of Pavitr?’ You looked at her before looking at Hobie who, in his mind, had already taken you under his wing and was on board with whatever Gwen had in mind.

‘Only if it’s alright with you guys, I don’t want to intrude on anythin-‘ before you could finish your sentence, Hobie had already begun to stand up before then proceeding to dragging you up along with him, whilst also managing in keeping you under his arm. ‘It’s too late, you’re apart of us now y/n, there is no such thing as intruding in anything when you’re with us.’ Hobie states as Gwen caught up with you two with a smile on her face, revealing her gap tooth as she nudged your side. ‘Your stuck with us now, how terrible is that?’ She joked and you couldn’t help but smile back at her, feeling deep inside that everything was going to be okay now that you had Hobie and Gwen. ‘Yeah, what a terrible fate I’ve been doomed to.’ You joked equally.

[inoshibi1]

-Yandere! Doma X Escaped!Reader-

⚠️warning⚠️mentions of obsessive/aggressive behaviour and taunting.

Fandom: Demon Slayer. Character(s): Doma [upper rank 2 demon]

A/N: I’m sorry if this isn’t very good. Please tell me if there are typos in it, I didn’t have a chance to re-read it♡♡

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It wasn't that you didn't enjoy being with Doma. He took care of you in the Eternal Paradise Cult and made sure that you felt loved and safe. More than anyone else had ever done.

But after so long, an undeniable truth did arise—you were bored.

A person could only stay cooped up in a room for so long. And while you did have plenty of entertainment, the need for something a little more exciting had taken root in your being.

So, it was how you found yourself in this predicament.

It didn't take much running to stumble upon an abandoned village. Dashing through and behind the buildings, you fell down running inside a small home. There were large wooden crates, you utilising them as an opportunity for a hiding spot. To secure your position, you pulled a piece of plywood overtop of the boxes, creating a concealed little nook.

And so you waited.

You knew Doma had followed you here, because you only got about thirty feet away from his home before you heard him calling out to you. And while you recognized that distinct teasing in his voice, telling you that he knew you weren't seriously trying to leave him, he still managed to instill a certain enticing fear in you.

Whether you actually lost him as you entered the abandoned village, or if he was just holding back was beyond you. It didn't matter, when the door to the room you were holed up in was unceremoniously kicked open.

Shoes sounded against the concrete floor, a clear identifier to who had made their entrance. Of course, his smug voice bouncing off the walls served the same purpose.

"Come on out my sweet Y/N. I know you're in here."

You heard his footsteps delve deeper into the room. Slowly.

Menacingly.

The deep baritone of his voice sent chills down your spine, amplified by the echo given off by the fairly empty area. "Y'know, if you wanted to play with me so desperately, you could've just said so."

He wasn't wrong, but you had a strange desire to push the demon's buttons. That, and you didn't know if he'd let you do something this risky if you asked. Still, you kept silent, a hand clamped over your mouth in an attempt to stifle any noise.

It sounded like he was pushing things to the side. Searching every crevice, the noise of wood scraping against the floor meeting your ears.

"If you come out now, I'll go easy on you when we get home....maybe."  Doma snickered to himself menacingly , knowing full well how in for it you were the second he got his hands on you.

You could tell he was getting close, the rummaging nearing your position as he swept the room for your hiding spot.

Doma was nothing if not dramatic at times like these.

The furniture to your right were kicked over, the brittleness in the wood causing them to crumple under the impact. The commotion earned a frightened squeak from you, and the second it escaped your lips, you knew you had lost.

"Hm, what's this?"

You didn't have to be looking at Doma to know that there was absolutely demonic grin plastered across his face. The thumping of your heartbeat picked up, anticipating what was to come.

Aside from his shoes colliding with the concrete, a deafening silence overtook the room―until the low and threatening sound of his voice filled that void.

"Could it be...."

His footsteps came to a halt right next to your hiding place. The plywood was ripped from its spot.

"...a little mouse?"

Your gaze shot up, and they were met with Doma leaning imposingly over your crumpled form on the floor. Wild rainbow coloured eyes pierced yours, holding nothing but danger.

Not a second went by before you were scrambling away, dead set on making a break for it. Or at least, that was until an arm snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"Where do you think you're going, my dear?"

Your legs kicked around, unable to connect with anything while you were suspended.

It was a split second decision when you lifted your head up to capture his lips, pouring all the emotion you possibly could into the act in an attempt to appeal to whatever amount of entertainment remained in his body.

His reaction was almost immediate.

He let out a noise somewhere between a possessive growl and a hum of approval as he kissed you back harder than ever before.

From how aggressively you were squirming in Douma’s grasp, you began to see him become more disheveled each time he let you up for air.

He had the faintest blush of pink across his cheeks, a few of the shorter strands of his hair were falling in front of his face - which would occasionally be caught in the kiss, not that he cared. He wasn't out of breath, but his breathing was heavy. He had transferred both your hands to one of his own in order to stop your squirming.

And the look on his face... The pure hunger that was there before he started was gone. Although he was still remaining somewhat civil, There was no denying that he was positively ravenous now.

After what felt like an eternity, Doma pulled back very suddenly, the sheen of sweat that had been shared between your two bodies leaving you unexpectedly cold and confused

It wasn’t until you completely caught your breath when a fit of uncontrollable giggles escaped you as he playfully spun in a circle with you in his arms.

"Noooo, let me go!"

He laughed at your demand, the taunting lilt to it making you shiver. "I'm sorry my dear but I can't. You're in big trouble after this."

In mere seconds, Doma had maneuvered you to be slung over his shoulder, surprising you once again with how strong he really was.

"H-hey! It's your fault for not taking me anywhere fun, I mean you could've at least—"

You yelped when a hand came down on your ass to silence you, prompting you to squirm fruitlessly in his surprisingly iron-like hold.

Doma began heading for the exit of the abandoned home as he spoke. "My dear, we've been over this, you've got everything you need back with me in the cults paradise." He shifted you so that he could pin your still struggling legs down before continuing. "And maybe if you didn’t keep up with that misbehaving attitude of yours, I'd actually be able to take you somewhere nice for a change."

You perked up at the notion—not knowing that Doma had ever actually considered letting you roam a little more freely. "Wait—really?"

He chuckled at your disbelief, pushing the front doors open. The cool air of the night hit your body, causing you to pull yourself closer to the heat radiating off of him.

"Yes, but before I let any of that happen, someone's gotta learn their lesson on what happens when they are disobedient."

Unconsciously, you tensed at the notion, knowing his methods of reprimand would have you in for a long night. It wasn't that Doma would intentionally hurt you, it was just that he would take advantage of all your little weaknesses he'd come to observe. And you knew that he'd make you betray yourself in all the best ways, and somehow get you to enjoy it at the same time.

Sensing your bubbling anticipation, Doma satisfyingly smiled to himself. He made his way through the deserted back streets, not bothering to put you down for fear of any more shenanigans.

Your fate was determined. You'd never be able to get away from Doma, and really, you didn't want to.

"...Now, shall we go back home, my dear?"

[kazvha]

Random headcanons I had for Kayden

Notes: Yet another 'don't take this too seriously' post🥴

1. Does the reader have a chance with Kayden?

• Let's be real, you wouldn't even know who Kayden is because you're a mere human

• A normal day in his life consists of waking up at 5 am, going on a run with Jiwoo, training with Jiwoo and also instructing him, maybe taking an afternoon nap, training again, going to sleep with his force control activated and repeat

• So he never even thought about having romantic feelings for someone. His main goal is to become stronger and to defeat strong people

• But let's say you're an awakener and you know who Kayden is. You still would have no chance to get to know him because he thinks that everyone is approaching him for their own interest. That's just how the awakened world is. And if you two fought against each other, you would probably hold a grudge against him like the other awakeners

• Your best bet would be having a connection to Jiwoo since Kayden's life revolves around him right now.

• Idk, maybe you would have to work at Shinhwa and take care of Jiwoo kinda like Inhyuk

• You would have to be very persistent and keep visiting Jiwoo at his house for Kayden to notice you. And you would have to find out his secret of him being a cat for him to lower his guard around you

2. Oddly, very oddly specific hcs:

• He doesn't take care of his hair like that. When he found out that shampoo existed, (before that he washed his hair with his bodywash) he bought a specific 3 in 1 Shampoo and he never went back since. That's the only thing he puts in his hair

• Even so his hair is somewhat silky and nice. But he's so annoyed by the strands that fall out of his bun. He thought way too many times about shaving all his hair off (imagine Kayden with a buzzcut)

• But he only cuts his hair when he notices it growing past his collarbones. "Ah, it's that time again... Why does it grow so fast??"

• He has no fashion sense. At all. So he sticks to white or black shirts and black pants because that outfit can be used for any casual and professional settings

• He's been wanting to pierce his ears for a long time but he doesn't know a good place where he can do it. He's too lazy to do it

• His lips are so dry it hurts me. He doesn't even notice it when his lip is bleeding. Someone bring him some chapstick pls

• He doesn't know how social media works and doesn't have any accounts. He only uses his phone for text messages and calls

• If there was an Instagram or X for awakeners there would be so many fan accounts dedicated to Kayden. And every time he fights someone, the whole platform blows up with posts about him

• He can cook. Kayden has lived alone his whole life and he somehow had to feed himself with cheap ingredients. Over the years his improvised meals became better and more delicious

• He's the worst when it comes to cleaning dishes though. He hates it. He would rather take the trash out than do the dishes

• One day a girl told him that she was jealous of his long eyelashes. He shrugged her off, but since then he thinks about her statement every once in a while. Kayden would look at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and think 'They're not that long though.'

• He still didn't lose hope that he'll become a skinnier cat if he trains enough and that's probably one of his main goals these days. Who cares about getting stronger? He just wants to lose the cat fat😩

• He often gets nightmares about being stuck in his cat form and never getting out again

• He speaks Korean and Chinese fluently and can also converse in English quite well

• He only wears these footies socks, these no-show socks. Who needs normal socks?

• Speaking about socks, he sleeps without socks on.

sorry.

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 14/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

The next part might be a pov from the hotel with Charlie and co.

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It's not going well.

Everyone is close to their breaking points. Lucifer curses under his breath as another overlord and a Goetia pass out.

They've been performing the ritual for 4 hours straight and every time they manage to possibly succeed, a stronger wave comes out- the worsening poison of the miasma sure isn't making things easier.

His infection throbs.

Paimon: My Lord! Another Goetia has fallen!

Asmodeus: We're losing numbers, Luci! We should retreat for now!

Lucifer: No! We can't afford to lose a Ring.

Shit! Even with Goodie's powers, it's not enough. Lucifer begins to think that maybe he should've tried with Heaven- No. He shakes his head. Heaven would rather sacrifice humanity if it would mean destroying all of Hell.

Lucifer: Goodie!

Goodie: I cannot give more of something I do not have, angel. I warned you that my support alone will most likely not stop this.

Lucifer: We should at least be denting it!

At that moment, the sea of flowers let out piercing howls bringing everyone to a stop, hands flying up to their ears to block the noise. Lucifer himself felt his own ears bleed from the sound.

Dark roots began to move upward, carrying the screaming flowers to the skies. It went up until it reached the giant pentagram in the sky, essentially forming a giant tree. Some sort of whole then opened itself up at the bottom- like it's giving way. Like it's-

Lucifer: A door.

Someone beside Lucifer yelled for him.

Leviathan: Luci! Your marks!

When he gave the Sin of Envy a confused look, Alastor summoned a mirror for him to use. The radio demon's smile never leaves his face but Lucifer can see it strained.

Alastor: Sire, it seems that I have lost in being the first to devour you in your entirety.

Lucifer ignores the TV guy's indignant 'what the fuck?!!' in the background, instead he focuses on his reflection. It looks like Alastor was talking literally and not making a weird innuendo.

The infection he got from touching Roo's remnants has now reached his face. His right eye has turned black from the infection, and it's slowly making its way to the left.

The King doesn't feel it until he sees it. He vaguely hears Belphegor's cries, noises of disbelief, and the pained groans of the demons around him.

There's still a way.

Lucifer: Goodie. What do I need to do?

The Good of Humanity produces a piece of paper and blows it in Lucifer's direction. It melted to his skin as soon as it made contact.

Goodie: This might be the only way to stop my sister. That is an ancient seal from before the Nothing- strong enough to render God and beings like Roo weak.

Satan: Huh?! Then why didn't you just let us use that from the start??

Goodie: Because there is a condition.

Lucifer: And what's that?

He asks but he has a feeling he already knows.

Goodie: It must be performed from the inside. It needs to be as close as possible to the one you are sealing. The hold will be stronger with proximity. And with you being the highest power here...

Belphegor: Then that means-!

Lucifer: I need to be the one to go in there.

Immediately after he said it out loud, multiple protests erupted. The Sins are trying to talk him out of it while Paimon and a few Goetia are yelling at Goodie.

Mammon: Mate, this is fucked-

Satan: I'll go to Heaven myself if I have-

Belphegor: There must be another way-

Asmodeus: We'll save our strength. Lust can handle-

Beelzebub: You're crazy! You're gonna die-

Leviathan: I am not letting you go on this suicide mission, Luci!-

All the while, he and Goodie never broke eye contact. Lucifer stares, looking for something he doesn't really know in her expression. He raises his hands and everyone quiets.

Lucifer: Are you sure this will stop her?

Goodie: You are the key, angel. It must be you.

Lucifer finally looks at the camera in the sky. It had been there the whole time, probably by the TV demon. He thinks of his little girl who is probably watching with worry at the safety of the hotel. He can only hope that his next course of action won't hurt her in the long run.

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that's suspicious.

that's weird.

[megantrancyfanfics]

Devils choir | Sukuna x female reader smut

Warning: orgasm denial, overstimulation, size kink, praising, clit stimulation, creampie, corruption kink, Sukuna being soft afterwards

Notes: Sukuna has been absolutely rotting my brain for MONTHS so I’m gonna allow myself to wild for this fanfic. Buckle in.

Minors DNI

Enjoy💗

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God he loved getting you how you were now. All riled up, legs on either side of him as you hover over his stomach. The tongue on his stomach begging to get a taste.

“Don’t be shy darling. Give into your desires.” His voice silk like milk chocolate as you slowly lowered yourself down. His tongue was quick to land a quick swipe to your clit making you jolt. With a tch, your impatient king grabbed your hips, slammed you down. His hands working with your breasts and nipples, but all of your attention was focused on what was happening to your little cunt. His tongue dipped in and out of your wet hole, experimenting here and there by sucking and pushing your clit while moving in circles. God it felt amazing, your head was spinning. Your grip with reality fading. You wanted more: NEEDED more. You rested your hands in front of your legs on the mattress below you two. Leaning forward, Sukuna took this option to snatch a nipple into his mouth and sucking as you roll your hips, letting out a loud moan. You had never thought you’d be riding your kings stomach but at this point you were desperately chasing the orgasm that was building up in your stomach.

“Please Sukuna let me cum. I want it so bad please.” You begged, whining like a bitch in heat.

His piercing red eyes locked with your eyes, a playful smirk plastered on his face as he licked your nipple. You knew he wasn’t going to allow you to cum, your begging is falling on deaf ears, but still you pled as your or practically grinding on the mouth on his stomach. Your legs began to shake as you started to unravel. Your moans becoming quicker and whiner as sweat begins to build around your chest area, just to be pushed onto your back, legs up by your chest. You nearly cried at the loss of contact on your cunt. You were frustrated as you felt your orgasm fissile away.

Sukuna’s eyes traveled over your body. To be honest, he was trying to collect himself. You were making so many pretty noises he could cum just by listening to you. Your voice soft it was almost angelic. It sounded like dirty music to him. He was the conductor, and you were his 1 woman choir. God he wanted to ruin you, you looked so irresistible to him. Your cheeks red, your chest rising and falling as you come down from your almost orgasm, sweat starting to form on your legs, most importantly, your cunt was dripping from a mixture of your juices and his saliva.

“Darling you have such a pretty body.” His husky voice spoke as he dragged his long nails on inner part of your leg, making you whimper. He watched as your slutty cunt fluttered around nothing. It was adorable to him that your body was also begging for him.

In a swift motion, Sukuna shoved 2 fingers into your cunt, pushing upwards to abuse your gspot with the pads of his fingers as he thrusted. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build right back up. Desperate to have a release, you bucked your hips as you pled for him to allow you to cum.

“My bitch is so desperate, just look at how much of a slut you are. You’re riding my fingers..how pathetic.” He says quickening his pace and adding a thumb to push on your clit. That’s all you needed to finally allow your orgasm to wash over you.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He cooed, his fingers slowing down, allowing you to ride out your high before pulling them out and licking them clean.

“You better make me feel good now.” He almost demanded as he removed his underwear. His tip was puffy and red, precum formed at the tip, waiting to spill at any second.

“Please let me suck your cock Sukuna”

The way you said his name made him feel like he was at heavens gates as chill bumps littered his arms.

“You better take it deep and not disappoint me.” He says as you nod eagerly, getting off your back, onto your knees before kissing his tip. Your tongue quick to start to abuse his hole before spitting on his cock. You locked eyes with Sukuna before putting most of his cock in your mouth. You gagged, coating his cock with your saliva making your king let out a moan. “You know how to make it sloppy.” He breathed out before you started to quickly bob on his cock, gagging every now in again.

Sukuna must have really been into this fuck session. This man is a man of only grunts and breaths, so to hear him letting out quiet moans and quiet dirty praises was making you soaked.

His hips softly started to roll as his hand pushed your head down a little farther. He may be the king of curses, but he is gentle with you when it comes to face fucking most of the time.

With a loud groan, thick hot cum coated your throat, so much you couldn’t keep all of it in your mouth as you lifted your head up.

“Your mouth is always so messy” he started, watching your throat bob, signaling you swallowed his cum making him bite his lip before pushing you back onto your back. His cock rubbing against your soaked cunt. “Let’s see if your cunt is better at holding my cum.” He mumbles, pushing just the tip in, hearing your moan before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

If he said he didn’t have a size kink he was lying. You were just so tiny, your cunt begged for his big and thick cock, but your so stretched by just his tip. He loved watching your little pussy become red when he pushes his whole cock in, your moan mixed with a bit of pain as your mouth hung open in an “o” shape your legs shaking. You were stuffed and he knew you loved it. You had become such a whore for him. You were so sweet and innocent when you two first started hanging out when you summoned him but now..you’re summoning him as your fingers are pushed deep into your cunt, crying how nothing can fill you like he can. You get so sexually frustrated so quickly and rightfully so. You’re taking a kings cock after all, you should be thanking him.

And you do. When Sukuna finally pushes his cock all the way in, your pussy is filled and stretched just the way you like. Your body is filled with so much pleasure you can’t help but to shiver.

“What should you say for getting stuffed with my cock?” He asks quickly rolling his hips before stopping.

“Thank you.” You moan out, earning a raised eyebrow and a tch.

“That’s it? I haven’t even fucked you yet, so you’re not fucked dumb. Don’t tell me you’re already cock drunk. I’m not some random guy you decided to fuck. I’m the king of curses. You thank me right or we’ll stop right now. Don’t be a brat. Brats don’t get to cum.” He says before harshly slapping your cunt.

“T-thank you Sukuna for stuffing my slutty cunt with your cock I love feeling so full.”

“Good girl.” He softly says as he pushes your legs up so they’re by your chest again before ramming himself into you.

He loves watching you as he destroys your little cunt. Your toes curl as your eyes sometimes roll in the back of your head. Mouth hung open as his little devil makes the sounds he adores so much. Your breasts bounce as your cunt tightens around him.

“You like this baby? I love how much of a slut you are for me. You’re so pretty like this. I want you to coat my cock with your cream ok? Can you do that for me”

“Yes anything just please don’t stop please.” God you’re so pathetic, but you can’t help it. You want nothing but to cum over and over on his cock.

Your first orgasm was building up, your pussy tightens around his cock more as you grab fist fulls of the sheets. “S-Sukuna.”

“I know. Cum for me darling ok? I know you can do it you’re such a good girl. My good girl.”

You couldn’t even make a sound as your orgasm came washing over you, but Sukuna never stopped, if anything, he went harder. He wanted to make sure you to never feel pleasure from anything but him ever again.

Your legs began to shake harder as Sukuna praised you before making a mouth appear on his hand before placing it on your clit.

Your moans were so loud and gorgeous as your body shook underneath him. It was a sight to behold. You were a mess. Your only concern was being a cum slut and being fucked dumb. Mumbling how good he felt and how big he was. He wished he could do this for hours, but god your pussy was just too good. You were too good. He was already pussy drunk, and adding a mouth onto your clit wasn’t helping.

He grunted before speaking. “You’re going to take my cum like a good cum dumpster ok? You’re going to thank me for coating your slutty walls with my cum got it?”

“Please give me your cum Sukuna I want it so bad please” you begged, tears in your eyes. Such a cutie when you beg, he was in no position to deny you, you were too cute.

With a few hard sloppy thrusts, your body was filled with warmth.

“Thank you for giving me your cum Sukuna..”

“Make sure you keep it inside of you until you cum ok?” Before you could ask anything, your lower back lifted off the bed, you were practically laying on your neck as Sukuna made another mouth appear on his other hand before allowing them attack your nipples, meanwhile Sukuna locked eyes with you.

“I’m gonna say this once more so make sure you listen ok? Keep my cum inside until you cum. If any of it spills out you’re not gonna cum.” With that, his tongue pushed into your entrance, doing the same thing the tongue on his stomach did earlier. You cried out his name, begging him to either stop or slow down, you were way too sensitive to be playing these games. Your whole body was shaking, you were limited to only a few words as your brain was mush.

“I’m gonna cum Sukuna oh my god please don’t stop please let me cum ple-” a loud gasp was heard before you came undone. A bunch of “good girls” spilling from sukuna’s mouth before laying you back onto your back and watching his cum leak out. As much as he loved the sight, he was quick to grab a few tissues and clean both of you off before capturing your lips with his. When he pulled away, his hands cupped yours. “You’re such a good girl for me I’m so proud of you for taking me so well.”

He had fucked you enough times to know that he had to carry you to and from the bathroom. Once you were finished the two of you cuddled up under the blankets. Sukuna kissed your forehead, allowing his eyes to take in every detail of your face. “How are you so pretty? My little devil.”

“Sukuna..” you softly said, earning a “hm?” From the king.

“Shh..let’s cuddle and sleep please..you fucked me too good I’m exhausted I can’t even keep my eyes open..”

He let out a soft chuckle before nodding. “Who am I to refuse my little devil? Sleep well darling.”

Who knew the king of curses would have such a soft spot for someone so much smaller than him.

End

[thechaoticdruid]

HUNTED [2/2]

Pairing: Astarion x Named Tav (Winnie)

Plot: Astarion and Winnie find themselves up against a new enemy as they continue on their way to the githyanki creche. Feelings become more complicated, and lives are threatened.

Content/Warnings: Sexual content MDNI, dissociation, physical violence, nightmares about torture, Winnie and Astarion are bad at feelings, feral Astarion, death.

Part [1/2]

Winnie looked over Astarion's shoulder as her eyes met with a pair of demonic glowing red eyes. They were just about all she could see clearly in the shadows. Though there was this unfamiliar scent which wavered through her nostrils. A slight hint of vanilla. Astarion looked back, a bit in shock from the sudden interruption as his eyes took in the tiefling. His skin was a light pasty blue and he had long silky black hair which went below his shoulders. He was dressed in black leathers and had a couple piercings on his face. His tail was swatting quickly behind him, almost agitated.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” The tiefling hissed out, crossbow aimed at the vampire spawn’s head. 

“You know it's rather rude to interrupt a man during love making.”Astarion huffed, slowly pulling his weeping cock out of Winnie as he glared over at the tiefling man, adjusting his pants swiftly.

“Love making? That what you call draining innocent people dry?” The tiefling scoffed.

“You’ve got it all wrong! He wasn't going to hurt me!” Winnie exclaimed as she adjusted her dress.

“Don't be a fool. Hurting others is all these creatures know.” 

“Well, aren't you so very knowledgeable? I bet you just know everything about vampires don't you?” Astarion spoke sarcastically with a hint of venom. 

“I know enough to kill each one that crosses my path.” He said, preparing to fire at the vampire. “But unfortunately, this time I must make an exception. Now come quietly and I won't put a bolt in your skull.”

“And just exactly where would you be taking me?” Astarion raised an eyebrow. 

“To pay for your crimes.” The tiefling glared back at him darkly. “Someone wants to make sure you face justice and I've been hired to bring you in.”

“Okay that's enough. You aren't taking my friend anywhere, now put the crossbow down before you piss me off.” Winnie snarled, voice becoming more animal-like.

“I urge you to reconsider your friendship. This creature will only stab you in the back.” The dark-haired male kept his weapon pointed at Astarion, not daring to lower it. 

“Back. Off.” Winnie gave another warning.

“I'd hoped you'd see reason.” The tiefling frowned before suddenly turning his crossbow at Winnie and firing. 

“Winnie!” Astarion quickly moved and pushed the druid out of the way as the bolt suddenly hit him right in the shoulder.  Winnie’s eyes widened as she smelled Astarion’s blood. Her head whipped around to the tiefling as she growled out.

“You fucking cunt!” The druid dropped to the ground, body changing and growing as she wildshaped into her direwolf form. Her lips lifted up, showing off her sharp teeth as she lunged at the hunter, snarling loudly. The tiefling let out a cry as the direwolf bit into his shoulder, “gods damned pig!” He shouted as he began to punch her face. Winnie froze for a moment, his words echoing through her ears before suddenly she was knocked to the ground.

Astarion hissed as he grabbed a health potion from his pack before tearing out the bolt and drinking it. His wound healed up within moments while Winnie was still in a struggle with the tiefling hunter. He slammed his foot down on her head causing her to let out a pained high-pitch whine. 

“Ignis!” The pale elf quickly chucked a firebolt at the tiefling, the flames burning through his jacket and pack, causing the contents to spill out. Winnie then took the opportunity to bite into the tiefling’s leg, growling and tugging at his pants. Astarion took out a dagger from his pack before making a stab towards the hunter’s head.  The tiefling suddenly mouthed an incantation and before they knew it he was ten feet away, his shoulder and leg bleeding as he panted.  Winnie let out a loud howl to alert the others nearby.

“Gods damn it all.” The dark-haired male cursed before turning tail, making a run for it through the forest as the direwolf began chasing him down. Her claws kicked up dirt as she sprinted after him, quickly curving and zipping around trees.

At this point Winnie was ready to tear him to shreds, interrupting her and Astarion, threatening him and calling him a creature then injuring him. She'd had about enough of this guy. Eventually the tiefling had found himself between a wolfish druid and a cliff. Winnie charged forward, increasing her speed as she suddenly slammed into him, sending him flying off the edge.  

The druid stopped, panting as dim sun rays began to grace the surrounding area. It seemed dawn was right around the corner.

Winnie then proceeded to turn back to her human form, her dress was now torn on the side, exposing her up to her hip practically.

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Winnie hurried back, passing the forest area where they'd been attacked as she noticed the tiefling hunter’s ruined pack lying on the ground.

“There you are. Where's the tiefling?” Astarion piped up as his eyes darted to Winnie.

“Dead. I pushed him off a cliff.” The chubby druid replied as she stretched her arms over her head. Her light pink eyes looked over towards the tiefling’s belongings with curiosity. 

“Thank goodness. The last thing I need is more monster hunters on my tail.” Astarion let out a sigh. The druid sniffed the charred backpack, picking up the faint hint of pomegranate and some kind of flower; she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She picked up the remnants of the pack, looking through the burn supplies. Holy water, garlic, a selunite pendant and an assortment of letters. The tiefling had come well prepared to hunt a vampire. Among the items were pieces of singed paper. They appeared to be letters, all titled to someone named Aetris. But what bothered Winnie was she couldn't find out who sent him and why. 

“What? What's with that look on your face?” Astarion asked.

“Nothing….We should probably get back to the others….Oh wait how's your shoulder?” Winnie asked as her eyes quickly darted to the vampire’s body. 

“I’ve taken care of it. No need to worry.” Astarion replied, “Now let's go.”

The two of them headed back to camp. About halfway there they were approached by a worried Wyll and Karlach who they immediately informed of the situation. As they arrived back at camp the others were packing everything up and preparing to leave. Winnie yawned, tired from the previous events and the fact that she had gotten any sleep the night before. 

“Why were you two sneaking off in the middle of the night anyway?” Shadowheart asked as Winnie gathered her things.

“I needed some herbs and he was hunting.” Winnie said plainly as she noticed a somewhat smug smirk appear on the vampire’s face momentarily.

“Well at least the two of you were able to fend off the attacker. Although are you sure he's dead?” Gale asked. 

“I shoved him off a cliff myself.” Winnie stated, stuffing everything into her pack before putting it on and preparing to leave. “There's no way he could have survived that fall.” 

“Be as it may, finding the creché still remains our priority. We cannot waste time searching for a corpse.” Lae’zel said firmly. “We must press on, immediately.” 

“Lae'zel is right. The tadpoles won't wait for us to dawdle about.”  

With everyone in agreement the party set off, traversing up the mountain side. Winnie kept her eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger, but as time went on she began to feel drowsy. Her lack of sleep was beginning to weigh on her, her eyes were beginning to hurt with strain but she endured it.  

Astarion seemed to be getting tenser the further they went. Winnie could see it in the way his eyes kept darting back and forth. Despite being assured that the hunter was dead, he still seemed very much on edge.  He likely believed Cazador was behind this. Cazador Szarr, a man Winnie had never met, yet she yearned to dismember him. The man who made Astarion what he is today.

Winnie thought back to the morning after her first night with Astarion. The horror she felt as she saw the scars on his back. Scars she later found out were carved by Astarion’s sire. She'd had to take a moment to compose herself and avoid gasping. The druid knew what it'd been like to be marked in such a way. The very discovery of his scars had brought back bad memories. Winnie avoided speaking to him about it until eventually she found him desperately tracing the scars, trying to find out what they meant.  She took note of how they were similar to the slave markings on Karlach and immediately came to the conclusion that it was written in infernal. However, whatever it said was a mystery to the both of them. Nevertheless, Winnie vowed to help Astarion find out. 

“Bloody hells!” Winnie then suddenly found herself yanked back before she was able to walk off a cliff.  “Are you blind or are you trying to get yourself killed?” Astarion hissed, looking down at Winnie, though his eyes softened when he noticed how dark the circles under her eyes had gotten. 

“Oh…Sorry I guess I'm just tired…” Winnie yawned slightly. The brunette-haired woman rubbed her eyes once again. Slowly they began to close.

“You definitely need some rest Winnie. Perhaps you could change into a cat and I could carry you for a while?” Gale suggested.  

“If that's the case I'll carry her. She'd be far more comfortable in my arms anyway.” Astarion gave Gale a smug look. 

“No one is carrying me. I'm just going to be more careful.” Winnie rolled her eyes. 

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“Are you going to squeal for me, piglet? Squeal just like the rest of your pitiful circle?” A scalpel dragged across the fat of her belly. She gritted her teeth, eyes streaming tears, but she refused to scream.  She knew that was what he wanted. Her captor looked down at her with malicious red eyes. The young girl tried to focus on something else but the lifeless faces of those she once thought of as family were all staring back at her. Although most of their eyes had been carved out of their skulls. She flailed in her bonds, arms and legs spread apart as the blades danced upon her skin. Her flesh was the canvas while he was the artist. 

“Holding it all in won't change the fact that you were too weak to save them piggy. Just an ugly little swine that can't do anything right, but don't worry I can make you better…”  A red glow surrounded his fingertips. The druid's pink eyes widened in horror as his hand moved closer towards her chest.

“WAKE UP!” Astarion shook Winnie awake, staring over her with slight worry in his eyes. The druid jolted up in a cold sweat, heart pounding in her chest. Astarion let out a sigh, “finally I thought you'd be sniveling for hours.” 

The brunette haired woman was shaking, panting, everything that she'd dreamt felt so real. Her hands felt over her scars through her ragged green tunic. Pink orbs scanned the area. Astarion sat in front of her. The two of them were still inside the abandoned monastery’s cellar. The others were asleep in the room next door.  

“Bad dream, darling?” Astarion hummed, laying his head in his hand. 

“Yeah…” Winnie breathed out, a bead of sweat slowly sliding down her brown. “Something like that…”

“Considering you were a sobbing mess a few moments ago it must have been very bad…” 

“I don't want to talk about it.” Winnie said flatly before laying down and facing away from him. 

“I wasn't about to ask. I'm not that interested in your sob story, love. I'm more concerned with you waking the others up with your wailing.” 

“How sweet of you.” Winnie said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She tried to return to sleep, but every time the druid closed her eyes she saw him staring back at her, laughing. Winnie bit her lip, sniffling quietly as the tears forced themselves out. It hadn't been this bad in a while. Not since she'd been kidnapped by the mind flayers. She had thought she'd done pretty well but gods the nightmares were getting worse. 

Winnie was eventually pulled out of her thoughts by a large wedge of cheese wrapped in a piece of cloth dropping beside her.  

“Eat.” He said simply. “You'll feel better.”

Winnie looked down at the food before grabbing hold of it and taking a bite. It only took a few moments before she'd completely devoured the wedge. 

“I…I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that.” Astarion looked off to the side as he choked out his apology. Seeing Winnie in that state. It reminded too much of himself. Of the nights he'd wake up terrified of what Cazador would do next. He didn't think much of the scars that decorated her body when they'd first laid together, assuming they were just battle scars the feisty druid received from various scuffles.

“It’s fine…” Winnie replied before looking down with a tired look.  “And thank you…That did help a little…”  She turned towards Astarion who scooted closer. Winnie looked him over, pink eyes lingering on his shoulder. “How’s your shoulder, Star?” 

“Your concern is adorable, but unnecessary. I'm quite difficult to kill and-” Before Astarion could finish Winnie pulled her shirt down, exposing her neck and shoulder. 

“You can feed on me…If you'd like…” Winnie murmured.

“Are you certain?” Astarion gulped, 

eyes immediately locking onto the pulsing vein on her neck. 

“Yes. I…I want to make sure you're fully healed. I know the tadpole keeps you from regenerating…” Winnie looked off to the side, cheeks turning pink.

“Thank you.” Astarion purred before moving behind Winnie. He pulled her into his lap which caused her to stiffen and move away. The pale elf blinked in confusion. “Is something wrong?” 

“I…I don't want to crush you….” The druid said with a look of embarrassment. “I'm too big to sit in your lap.” 

“Don't be ridiculous darling. Now come here.” Astarion patted his lap.  Winnie hesitantly scooted closer and allowed Astarion to pull her into his lap. “See, perfectly comfortable.” 

 She shivered, feeling his breath on her neck as he moved her hair to the side. One hand snaked around her waist. Winnie closed her eyes, trying her best to relax, though it was hard with the fact that he was about to sink his teeth into her flesh any moment.  Cool lips pressed against her neck, softly caressing the tender flesh. Her breath hitched and her heart sped up. Her hand slowly made its way to his, entertaining their fingers. 

“Hells…” Winnie gritted her teeth as she felt him bite down, sharp fangs puncturing her skin. 

“Mmmm….” Astarion moaned, sucking against her flesh as he held her against his body. Winnie never exactly knew how to describe the feeling of him feeding on her. It was often erotic. A bit frightening at times, but also intimate. A part of her even felt it was a way they bonded.  Eventually he pulled back and licked up any excess blood from the wound. 

 

“Star….” Winnie turned her head to look at him, feeling the burn sting of his bite lingering. His lips were stained red with her blood. She couldn't help but move in to close the gap between them, and taste her own blood. Astarion hummed against her mouth before tugging her bottom lips between his teeth and sliding his tongue into her mouth. His hand rubbed over her stomach before toying with the waistband of her pants, slipping his hand inside and teasing her clit. He slid his index finger back and forth over the sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure through her lower regions. “Ahh…” She whimpers, pulling back and looking him in the eyes. There was this dazed look to him. As if he was off in his own world, looking through her and not at her.

‘This doesn't feel right….’

Winnie bit her lip and gently removed his hand from her drawers. The pale elf suddenly blinked before looking at her confused.

“Is something wrong? Did I hurt you?” Astarion asked, his voice almost cracking. 

“No…I….. It's just…” Winnie fumbled under her words. “Now doesn't feel like the right time…” She looked down and scooted off his lap. The dark haired druid took a deep breath before forcing a fake smile. “I think I need to get some water…But you should get some rest, I'll be back in a bit.” With that she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek and suddenly stumbled outside.  

��I feel like such a horrible person. I've been using him to make myself feel better when clearly something's not right…’

Winnie leaned against the wall as she stood outside the monastery, slowly sliding down to sit on the ground. Her heart felt heavy as thoughts began to rush through her mind.  

‘I have to end things with him. We're so close to our cure anyway…. Tomorrow it'll be over and then we'll all go our separate ways…’

Winnie attempted to console herself with thoughts of returning home, but the more she pondered, the more she began to realize that being able to cure themselves tomorrow seemed too good to be true. Infected people were still heading to Moonrise Towers. Even if they were cured tomorrow she doubted this would be the end  of it.

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“Come on Winnie you said you'd do it!” Karlach exclaimed with a grin. Winnie eyed the roasted meat on a stick with an unsure look.

“I dunno Karls….It feels kinda fucked up. A kobold is a thinking creature.”  

“Well they attacked us first.” Shadowheart chimed in. “It's not like we hunted them or anything.” 

“Winnie! Winnie! Winnie!” Karlach cheered, pumping her fist up and down.

Winnie looked down at the meat before hesitantly taking a bite. A salty savory flavor graced her tastebuds as he teeth pierced through the tender meat. “Huh..Tastes like chicken..” She exclaimed before eating the rest of it.

“Gods I didn't think you'd actually do it!” Shadowheart grimaced.  Karlach busted out laughing at Shadowheart’s expression.

“It's actually not that bad.” Winnie hummed.

“Enough games! We need to get moving. The creché is within our reach!” Lae'zel announced as she appeared from around the corner. 

“Right, just let me get my things I suppose.” Winnie returned to where she placed her bedroll the night before and grabbed hold of her pack. The druid paused as she noticed something folded up on top of her blanket. 

It was the green dress she'd found days earlier, except now the tear she'd sustained from her fight with Aetris had been mended. It looked as if it was brand new. Winnie looked down at it with a puzzled expression before packing it into her bag along with her bedroll. She then swung her pack over her shoulder and exited the room, leaving the monastery cellar with the others. Her light pink eyes lingered over Astarion who was brushing his hair out. He looked very refreshed this morning. No doubt invigorated by Winnie’s blood. Winnie frowned as she remembered the events of last night.  She wasn't sure what to say to him. Ending this fling would probably be the best for both of them, but for some reason it made her chest feel tight.  

‘I have to do this.’

Winnie took a deep breath before opening her mouth to speak.

“Tskva! Enough chatter! Onward.” Lae'zel barked, stopping Winnie from speaking to Astarion. Winnie nodded before following after the others as they made their way deeper into the monastery. The voice of Winnie’s dream guardian began to make himself known within her thoughts, warning her about seeking out the Githyanki.  

‘I can handle them. I'm not a weak pup. If they attack I'll simply tear right through them.’

The druid replied to him, confident of her abilities.  Her eyes scanned the area as they stepped down a flight of stone steps and off into a corridor where Gith soldiers were standing guard. A gith female suddenly drew her blade and aimed it right in Winnie’s direction.

“Erm…Hi….” Winnie squeaked out and gave her a wave. 

“State your purpose, istik. Quickly!” 

“Stand down, Gish. Is it not Vlaakith’s command to welcome her faithful?” Lae'zel spoke up. 

“I expected no visitors, faithful or otherwise. Why have you come?” The githyanki stared at Winnie with an intense gaze.  

“Mindflayers infected us and my companion said someone here could cure us.” Winnie said simply. 

“You are infected? A ghaik thrall is something to be eradicated, not reasoned with!” 

“The faithful may be purified. That is Vlaakith's protocol.” Lae'zel replied sternly.

Winnie stood there awkwardly as the two gith glared each other down. 

“Chk very well, let the ghustil carry out your fate, but step carefully. Creché Y'llek watches you.” 

Winnie rolled her eyes at the githyanki. She'd never even heard of the githyanki before Lae'zel, but she hoped not every single one of them she came across was as vicious as these two. Surely there had to be a nice one or two? 

The group ventured carefully through the creché, suspicious eyes followed them every step. 

“You know I'm actually not crazy about wandering around a creché full of killer githyanki warriors. Especially with our little friends still tagging along.” Astarion whispered, gesturing to his head. 

Winnie felt an all too familiar squirm within her head. The tadpole was reminding her of its presence almost as if it was taunting her. Winnie growled slightly and rubbed her eyes.

“Just out of curiosity, dear. Are you doing alright? You left rather quickly last night and it got so very lonely without you in my arms.” Astarion practically cooed out the last part. 

“I’d rather focus on today's task if it's all the same to you.” Winnie attempted to shut him down. 

“You’re not getting bored of me are you?” Astarion frowned. If Winnie didn't know any better she would have believed that was a look of genuine sadness.

“No I…. I'm not! Astarion, being with you is amazing…but last night…Last night just didn't feel right.” Winnie explained as they entered a large room with a pool spread across it. Winnie stepped forward before suddenly being yanked back by Astarion. 

“Careful, there are traps all over this place.” Astarion exclaimed, pulling Winnie against his chest to keep her from tumbling into the pool below.

“What is this place?” The short druid asked, tilting her head in confusion.

“This is a hatchery. Where all the githyanki eggs are kept. Although the lack of eggs is peculiar.” Lae'zel exclaimed. 

“I don't see any eggs so far.” Winnie glanced around the pool. She sniffed the air, there was definitely something down there, but what? The brunette noticed one of the githyanki guards standing closer to the pool. 

“So ah….nice hatchery you got here….” Winnie began. “But I kinda expected there to be you know…eggs…”

“We don't share the creché’s business with outsiders. Be on your way istik.” The guard hissed, looking down at the stocky human with a glare. 

“Ah come on! You can tell me! I'm not gonna be here very long anyway. Besides, if I tried anything, surely a strong capable warrior like yourself could handle it!” Winnie said with a sweet smile.

 

[Charisma Persuasion Successful]

“All of creché Y'llek’s eggs have hatched, save for one. Ordinarily we'd destroy it after waiting so long, but the varsh insists on giving it more time.” 

“Is there something wrong with the egg?” 

“Could be. Usually if it hasn't hatched by now it's likely too weak to survive.”

The druid hummed to herself, pink eyes scanning the area before she wildshaped into a hummingbird and flew over the traps. As Winnie circled  over she noticed a lone githyanki looking over an egg that sat just at the edge of the pool.

Winnie dropped down beside the gith before returning to her normal human form. 

“Huh? They're letting istiks into the hatchery now?” 

“Hi! Names Winnie! I heard you’re having a bit of an egg problem?”

“The egg will hatch. It just needs more time.” 

“I thought you were supposed to destroy it if it didn't hatch soon enough? Sort of a culling the weak thing?” Winnie tilted her head curiously. 

“Just because it hasn't hatched yet doesn't mean it is weak. There could be greatness within that shell…” 

Winnie looked down, eyes glancing over the strange green egg.  For a moment an image of her childhood friend carrying a bird’s egg came to mind. Her gnomish companion had found the egg all alone after the mother had been killed, feathers and blood decorating the nest. The other apprentices had told her she should have just left the egg where she found it. That it wouldn't survive without its mother, but she kept it anyway and cared for the hatchling until it was old enough to fly on its own. 

“Come on, it's time to come out.” The varsh muttered under his breath. Winnie looked away from the egg before speaking up once more.

“You seem to care a great deal about this egg?” Winnie spoke up, taking note of the varsh’s hesitance to answer. “Is there any particular reason for this sentiment?”

[Charisma Persuasion Successful]

“Not every late hatchling is weak. I….was the last of my clutch to hatch. They wouldn't have killed me had my sa’varsh not given me a chance. This one deserves the same…. Although they might not have much time left.” His face darkened as he said the last part.

“What do you mean?” 

“The kith’rak will be back soon and if she sees the egg still hasn't hatched…Well then it will be over.” He explained. Winnie bit her lip in thought. It probably was a terrible idea, but leaving the egg to die just didn't feel right. She could always find a couple who couldn't have children and let them take the egg. Surely there had to be someone in Baldur's Gate or on the road there that would adopt it. 

“I can take the egg.” The Druid's words made the varsh have to do a double take.  

“You want to take the egg? And just What would you do with it?”

“I'd find someone who could care for the child. Someone better suited to childcare and if all else fails I suppose I'd raise it as my own.” 

“I suppose its nature will prevail even if it is raised amongst….lesser creatures. Very well, take these they will aid you in retrieving the egg.” He explained before handing Winnie a pair of boots.

Winnie looked at the boots before pulling them on and climbing over towards the egg. She gazed down at it, watching as she could see a shadow move within. Carefully she took it in her hands, marveling at the idea of holding new life in her hands before gently tucking it into her pack. Eventually she returned safely to her friends.

“There you are! We were worried about you, soldier! Where'd you go?” Karlach asked.

“Something ah…. caught my eye.” Winnie murmured before suddenly Lae'zel grabbed her pack and took out the egg. 

“You stole from the hatchery!?” She hissed.

“I didn't steal it. They gave it to me. The egg wasn't going to hatch soon enough so I asked to take it instead of letting them destroy it.” Winnie explained. Lae'zel relaxed as Winnie explained herself. The druid still had difficulty reading through the young gith’s stone faced expression.

“Great, now we can make an exceptional omelet.” Astarion chimed in with a shit eating grin. 

“No!” Winnie barked and held the egg close to her protectively.

“Touch that egg and I will drive my blade through your skull!” 

“Just a jest! Let's not act like animals.” Astarion put his hands up and took a step back. Winnie tucked the egg back into her pack safely.  

“You're not actually thinking about keeping that thing are you?” Astarion crossed his arms.

“I’ll hang on to it long enough to find someone more suited to care for it.” Winnie explained. 

“Alright but just so you know I'm not helping you if the little shit decides to hatch before you can get rid of it.” The fanged elf huffed out, scrunching his face up in disgust.

“That's fine. I wasn't going to ask you anyway. You'd be a horrible father.” Winnie said, rolling her eyes as she, Lae'zel and the others began to exit the hatchery.

“Excuse me!?” Astarion gasped dramatically, “I could be just as good a parent as any fool you  drag off the streets!” 

Winnie ignored him and began to head off with Lae'zel and the others. They left the hatchery and finally made their way to the infirmary, passing some rather rude gith children. Astarion pouted as he began to walk closer behind Winnie. 

The party entered the infirmary where a Gith woman in a lab coat appeared to be looking over a Mind Flayer parasite in a large test tube, murmuring to herself.  

“Ah…. Excuse me?” Winnie spoke up.

“Hm? I was not expecting visitors. Why have you come?”

“We seek the zaith'isk! Vlaakith's protocol demands-” Lae’zel began before the woman cut her off.

“I was not speaking to you.” 

“I heard you had a lot of experience with mind Flayer tadpoles. About how to extract them?” Winnie spoke in a softer tone than her companion.

“Curious. Do you mean to tell me you have someone infected amongst you?” She raised an eyebrow looking at the druid with an inquisitive gaze.  As the Gith sized her up, Winnie could feel that damn worm moving behind her eye. 

“Yes and with none of the usual systems.” Winnie said.

“Fascinating. You're infected yet fully conscious and aware of your infection. It appears either your tadpole is special or you are.” 

“Can you remove it?” The druid looked at her with round anxious eyes.

“I can. Approach the zaith’isk and take a seat. You will have your cure.” The woman gestured over to the strange alien device that looked more like a monster that would devour their brains than a cure for the infection.

“Finally. Clear the way istik, I shall be going first.” Lae'zel barked as she moved in front of the druid.

“I'm going first. It could be dangerous Lae'zel.” Winnie told her.

“You think I'm some weakling!? I have waited for you long enough. I will not be denied my purification any longer!” Lae'zel growled, glaring at the druid with an intense glare. 

“I am going first. Do not argue with me.”  Winnie said calmly and quietly looking back at the Gith with a glare just as intense.

Intimidation Successful

“Very well. You have proven your worth time and time again. You have nerves of steel, go ahead.” Lae'zel nodded, giving Winnie the okay.

Oak Father's balls, I thought I was about to piss myself…

Winnie let out a sigh of relief before making her way towards the zaith’isk, handing her pack to Shadowheart so nothing would happen to her egg before she took a long look at what they hoped would be the end to all their mind flayer problems.

She glanced back at Astarion as she began to have second thoughts. 

“After you my dear. I'm right behind you.” He said in a very fake sounding chipper tone. Winnie could clearly hear the nervousness and uncertainty in his voice.  She took a deep breath and sat down.

DON'T DO IT! 

Her guardian’s rang out in her head, but she ignored him. She was so close to being free from the worm that she couldn't second guess herself.

Winnie stayed in place as the stranger bug-like device sandwiched her head between its mandible appendages. A bright blue glow surrounded her as her ears were filled with a deep wet chittering.  

Then she could feel it. Moving, turning and twisting through her mind. The parasite squeaked and thrashed within her mind. It was hunting the little beast and gods did it hurt. 

“FUCK IT HURTS…” Winnie growled out, feeling as if her skull was slowly being cracked open.

“You can endure it!” Lae'zel shouted. Her voice sounded almost encouraging. Astarion began to bite down on his lip, red eyes looking over the human female in concern as the other murmured with worry for their leader’s safety. 

“AHHHHHH….” The pain only continued to tear through the druid’s head as the Zaith'isk searched for its prey. Winnie tried to get up, but her body was completely immobile. She couldn't help but scream out in agony, begging to be freed.

“She can't take it. Turn it off!” Astarion demanded. 

“Once begun the transformation must be complete.” The ghustil told him, her eyes not showing the slightest ounce of concern, only a hint of madness. Tears began to form in the corners of Winnie’s eyes as she let out a pained whimper, vision beginning to blur as the voices speaking became harder and harder to pinpoint.

“It's killing her!” Astarion hissed, glaring at Lae’zel with worry. The githyanki frowned. She could feel the agony Winnie was for going.

I will not let this happen to you! 

The voice of Winnie’s guardian rang out in her head and within moments there was an explosion.

The pain was gone, but so was the Zaith'isk. Bits of debris hit the walls as Winnie fell to the ground, tumbling over. Her head was still throbbing from the pain she went through.

“The Zaith'isk!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?” The ghustil screeched as Shadowheart quickly moved to examine the dazed druid. Astarion quickly moved behind Shadowheart and peeked out at Winnie, red eyes scanning her. Winnie had to take a moment to regain her composure. Her head was still spinning from the encounter.

“Wake up!” Astarion suddenly shook her.

“That is not helping Astarion.” Shadowheart rolled her eyes. Winnie blinked before getting up and rubbing her head. A familiar squirm tingled within the druid’s head. Even after all that, the tadpole still prevailed. 

“I have one willing supply of blood, forgive me for not wanting it to go to waste!” Astarion sassed before looking Winnie’s body over, his eyes were full of concern despite his words. 

“My life’s work is ruined! And yet you still live…and so does your tadpole.” The ghustil’s voice was shaking with rage and a slight hint of something unhinged. 

“The tadpole's gone. Dead as doornail. Seems this whole thing wasn't for nothing.” Winnie quickly spoke up, letting out a fake sigh of relief. 

“You're absolutely certain?” The disturbed githyanki looked back at the human with a maniac look in her eyes. 

“Absolutely, my mind has never felt clearer.” Winnie nodded with a smile, keeping direct eye contact with her until eventually the ghustil backed off. 

“Very well then. Your problem is solved. Leave me.” She replied in a bitter tone.

Winnie quickly moved to leave with the others. Astarion walked by her side 

 

“The Zaith'isk nearly killed you!” Lae'zel growled out. “I felt your torment. Someone must have tampered with it! Quickly we must report this to the kith’rak.” Lae'zel barked out before storming off. The rest of the group took a momentary pause. Winnie was still rubbing her head a little from the pain before she began to follow after the gith. 

“That was a complete disaster. You are alright, aren't you?” Astarion placed a hand on the small of Winnie’s back. 

“Yeah…I'll survive.” Winnie mumbled, feeling a bit tense at the vampire’s touch. The druid's feelings were still very conflicted after last night. 

“Good. Because I am not going to start following Lae'zel into whatever disaster she has planned next for us…” Astarion then cleared his throat a bit. “And I suppose your company would be sorely missed….” Astarion looked off with a cough. Winnie looked off in the other direction, her face turned a bit pink and her heart was pounding. Fuck…..She didn't know how to respond to that? Is that friendly? Romantic? Seductive!? 

She had to quickly change the subject! Her eyes quickly scanned over as she spotted a big portrait of a very regal and commanding looking githyanki.

“Hmm, would you look at that? She looks like a bit of an entitled prick to me.” Winnie stated, her pink eyes scanning the painting. Her quip elicited a giggle from the vampire. 

“Oh very true. And such poor taste in wardrobe. You’d think someone of her status would dress better than that, tut tut.” Astarion looked over the painting as the two engaged in a bit of catty banter. Winnie looked down and quickly noticed a paintbrush and can before immediately snatching up the brush. 

“Here this outta fix the old gal up!” Winnie remarked, painting a pair of horns on top of the gith’s head as she snickered. 

“Not bad…But it could be better.” Astarion purred out before taking another brush and adding some touch ups to Winnie’s masterpiece. As the two proceeded to ‘fix’ the portrait by adding a handlebar mustache and goatee Astarion’s cold knuckles lightly brushed against Winnie’s. Their eyes soon met as their mischief came to a halt. 

“Something caught your eye, darling?” The elven vampire’s words were soft, gentle even. 

“Maybeee” Winnie said in a teasing tone. The two of them chuckled, leaning towards the other as the paint brushes were discarded. At this moment Winnie’s plan to end things had been abandoned entirely. Despite trying her best to avoid it she realized she wanted him more than anything. She wanted to give him whatever he wanted, to be whatever he wanted her to be. Even if it cost her everything.

Unfortunately their private moment was cut short with a shout.

“WHO'S OVER THERE!?” The voice of a githyanki guard caused the two to pull away from one another before quickly fleeing the scene, leaving the guard to freak out upon seeing the vandalized portrait of none other than their beloved lich queen.

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Upon attempting to alert the creché of a possible traitor things went horrible. Their group was sent to a githyanki inquisitor who'd apparently been searching for a little item that Winnie and Shadowheart happened to have in their possession. The artifact that had somehow been protecting them from turning into monstrous illithids, but now they had stood in front of a god queen who had demanded they hand it over.

Obviously Winnie rejected her demands ( she was rather rude and entitled after all.) and instead went inside the artifact to maybe free the person inside. She found herself standing before a silver haired tiefling male. Despite both Vlaakith and Lae'zel ordering her to kill the dream figure she conversed with him and learned that the lich queen had been lying to her people, that if the illithid empire ever were to return she wouldn't be able to defeat them. Winnie didn't care too much for otherworldly politics and was more concerned with keeping herself and the people she'd grown to care for alive. Deep in her gut she knew that trusting Lae'zel’s queen would be a grave mistake.

After speaking with her dream guardian the druid returned from the artifact known as the Astral Prism to receive a harsh scolding from a very conflicted Lae'zel.  Lae'zel needed time to think after the revelations that had just happened, but before they even had a moment of peace Vlaakith's forces were upon them. 

Winnie quickly led the others into a separate passage leading deeper into the monastery. The surrounding area began to get darker and darker, dulling Winnie’s line of vision. 

“You cannot run forever, hshar’lak!” One of the githyanki soldiers shouted as they charged after them.  Winnie turned back as they ran, using her druidic magic to summon thorny vines that bursted from the walls and tangled together, forming a sharp spiky barrier to keep the gith at bay.  The tunnels they traversed through were dark and cool. A slight breeze was coming from further inside.

“I can feel some air coming from somewhere. That has to be a way out…” Winnie murmured as she stepped carefully.  The druid's pink orbs glanced over as she noticed several different dark passage ways. There was however something off about one. A familiar scent of vanilla hit her nostrils but before she had time to process something reached out of the dark and grabbed her, pulling her into one of the tunnels. A blade immediately pressing against her throat.

“Hello again pig.” Hot breath hit the tip of her ear as a slightly familiar husky deep voice greeted her. It was the tiefling hunter. Aetris.

“I killed you.” Winnie growled slightly before being dragged off into the shadows. Back with the others, Karlach was the first to immediately notice her disappearance.

“Fangs, where's Winnie?” She asked, turning towards Astarion with a look of unease.

“How should I know!? I'm not her keeper.” The vampire snapped before his eyes scanned around for their leader. “I….. I'm not sure….”  The pale elf breathed in, trying to pinpoint the familiar smell of lavender and cherry blossoms that seemed to follow Winnie wherever she went. Her scent was nearby but it was joined by another. Astarion quickly cut off from the ground and darted into the tunnel where Winnie had been dragged off, Karlach trailing after him.

Winnie growled, a wolf-like snarl leaving her lips as her eyes burned into the side of Aetris’s face. Somehow the bastard had managed to survive the fall. 

“Next time you push someone off a cliff you might wanna make sure he doesn't have a potion of feather-fall in his back pocket.” Aetris spat, keeping Winnie in a headlock with a blade to her throat.  His tail reached into what appeared to be a new pack and took out a scroll of elemental familiar. As he spoke the incantation to activate the scroll as a huge rock elemental formed a few feet away eliciting a monstrous roar.

Winnie needed to think quickly. It was obvious he wanted to use her as bait to lure in Astarion. 

“Winnie!” Karlach charged out of the shadows with an ax barred in hand. An arrow shot behind her, flying over her horn and heading straight for the blue skinned tieflings face.

Aetris jerked out of the way, the blade separating from Winnie’s neck just long enough for her to pull out of his grasp and roll off onto the ground. Astarion appeared out of the shadows beside Karlach, his bow notched and ready.

“Darling, I thought you said you threw the bastard off a cliff!” Astarion complained.

“I DID!”  Winnie shouted before turning and shooting an ice knife right at Aetris who back flipped out of the way. “Fucker refuses to die.” 

Aetris's lips curled upwards into a smirk as he pulled a hand crossbow from his pack. 

“There's my prey.” 

Astarion bared his fangs. There was something unsettling lurking within the tiefling's demonic red eyes. 

“You've made a big mistake. No one fucks with my people understand!?” Karlach growled out, about to charge when the rock elemental blocked her path, headbutting into her. She regained her composure before slamming her battle axe into the rock monster’s face. 

“I don't consider corpses to be people I'm afraid.” The male tiefling scoffed before he chucked a bottle of liquid fire between Karlach and the rock elemental. 

Once he deemed Karlach too occupied to be a threat, Aetris took the opportunity to fire a shot at Astarion. The elf quickly moved to get out of the way, only to have the back of his doublet be snagged by the bolt, pinning him to the nearby wall.

“Flageo!” Winnie shouted as she summoned a thorn covered vine and lassoed it around the hunter’s leg pulling it back and trying to trip him up. Aetris was quick however and immediately grabbed his discarded dagger with his tail and sliced through the vine. Winnie drew her scimitars and charged at him, slicing a deep cut into his side before receiving a punch in the face. Aetris took the time he had to drop his crossbow and grab another blade from his pack to join the one he'd snatched up with his tail. He lunged at Winnie with his blades, forcing her to cross her own and block his next attack. The two of them traded blows back and forth, over and over, until Winnie took a swipe at the side of his face. 

“Fuck! He cursed, the pain from the attack allowed the druid to knock his blade from his hands, disarming him.

As the brunette haired woman prepared to make another strike Aetris cast shatter right into Winnie’s face. An intense thunderous noise suddenly filled her ears and launched her flying into a wall. 

Aetris then picked up his discarded crossbow before aiming it at the currently stunned human woman. 

“The only thing worse than vampires is the idiots who are dumb enough to think it's fine to fuck em.” He spat, beginning to circle around the dazed female. Blood dripped down from her forehead as she glanced up at him, baring her teeth and snarling like a beast. 

“You're willing to risk your life over some twisted disgusting fantasy.” The tiefling aimed his crossbow at her head. “It’s fucking pathetic.”

Aetris prepared to fire another bolt, his crossbow pointed right between Winnie’s eyes. Just as he was about to release the shot there was a stabbing pain in his neck. Astarion appeared behind him, his teeth tearing through the tiefling’s flesh and getting a mouthful of his delicious blood.  

It was sweet with a hint of something spicy. 

Aetris's eyes widened in shock as his blood was drained from his body. He tried to fight back, but every minute Astarion drank from him he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker. His arms were gripped tightly and his crossbow knocked from his grasp as the vampire kept draining more and more. Winnie glanced over at Astarion as her vision began to clear. His eyes were practically glowing with this feral hunger. There was a loud crunch of Karlach breaking through the rock elemental’s body as Aetris was dropped to the ground. The tiefling's eyes were blank as he laid there lifeless. Astarion panted slightly, shaking with an unhinged expression as blood dripped down his chin. Winnie stood up slowly, her body was still throbbing in pain from the impact. 

“Astarion.” She spoke up, calmly and carefully. The vampire blinked and looked back at her. 

“Gods, are you alright?” Astarion moved over to her side. 

“I will be…” She replied before looking back over towards the dead tiefling. “At least we're finished with this asshat for good.” Winnie looked over at Aetris before picking up a pebble and throwing it at him. Testing to make sure he was really dead this time. 

“He was surprisingly…delicious…” Astarion said with a breathy sigh. The flavor of the tiefling hunter’s blood still enamored his taste buds. The pale elf collected the stray blood off his face before sucking it off his fingers.

“Though I will admit, he was quite the slippery bastard. Not many people can survive being pushed off a cliff. I'm actually a bit impressed. And worried. If Cazador sent this wretch after me, who knows what he'll send next!?” The vampire began to look nervous. 

Winnie frowned at him before grabbing her scimitars and stabbing through the tiefling's back for good measure. 

“Then we'll kill them. Every last one until Cazador is the only one left. We’ll make him the cherry on top of the pile of corpses.” Winnie looked back at Astarion. He had a skeptical look at first before he grinned slightly. 

“That’s nothing more than wishful thinking I'm afraid, but I do admire your enthusiasm. Very cute.” Astarion bopped Winnie on the nose, making her pout. 

“Hey! Are you two gonna keep playing with the dickhead’s corpse or can we go meet up with the others? They're probably wondering what happened.” Karlach shouted as she stood over by the tunnel's entrance. 

“Right. We should keep moving.” Winnie nodded. The druid and the vampire were quick to follow after their friend.  Winnie glanced over at Astarion as they walked together. The three of them in silence.

“Thank you for saving me, Astarion.” Winnie spoke up, softly.

“Just a thank you? I think I deserve a reward for my heroic act, don't you?” Astarion said in a playful tone.  Winnie rolled her eyes before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him softly. Astarion smiled a bit and wrapped his arms around her. The two of them parted shortly after, Astarion keeping an arm around Winnie who looked away blushing darkly as her heart sped up.

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“Gods dammit. I knew I shouldn't have tried to ask those frog people for directions!” A little high pitch raspy voice croaked out. A small blue kobold wearing a large backpack stepped out of a tunnel. His beady red eyes scanned his surroundings. The area was empty aside the trail of blood leading over to the corpse of a tiefling. “Hells….I know that bugger.” The little blue reptile quickly ran over towards the body. Puncture wounds were clear as day in his neck.

“Mr. Aetris…..How in the hells did you end up here?” The kobold looked over the wounds on his chest before he took out a glowing yellow scroll from his pack. “Hopefully I'm not too late…”

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This took way too long to get out! Sorry for not being very active on Tumblr. Life and writers block have really been kicking my ass! I really hope I can get back into the groove of writing and get content out sooner! Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

~Druid

Taglist: @paganwitchisis @vixstarria @kerwin290710 @anukulee @gobbodoggo

[first-edition]

ICE

TMI BUT- recently I got my NiPpLes pierced and that shit hurt like a mother. My soul almost left my body. Anyway…here’s a cute fluff of Bucky with reader getting her titties stabbed.

Piercer Bucky x fem! Reader

Warning- peircing, talk of breasts, chest and nipples, cursing.

Your heart beats at what feels like a million miles an hour you’ve been saying it for months.

“I want to get my nipples pierced.”

But never until tonight have you acted in it. Luckily for you instead of showing your tits to some rando your boyfriend oh so graciously happens to be a piercer.

Walking into the shop a lady at the front desk helps you out. You fill out the form and pay.

“You excited?” Nat asks as she links arms with you.

“N-not really…it’s gonna hurt.” You say not being the best with pain.

She rolls her eyes but her expression changes when her eyes land on the figure behind you. Turning your head to see as well a smile forms across your lips seeing your boyfriend of 2 years. James Buchanan Barnes.

“Bucky!?” You exclaim happily.

“Hey doll. What are you doing here?” He asks coming up to you placing his arm around you pulling you for a kiss, the height difference truly immaculate, and places a kiss on your lips. His sent of cologne and cigarette smoke makes you feel at home.

“She’s getting her nipples pierced!” Nat says way too excitedly.

Bucky raises his eyebrow at you.

“Really?…” he asks lowly before looking you up and down.

You who’s only ever gotten your ear pierced at Claire’s, which Bucky hated, and cried the entire time. You squeezed his hand as if you were giving birth. Thank goodness it was his metal one.

“Come on.” He says.

“W-what?” You say

“I was called out here I’m the only piercer on duty doll.” He says holding out his hand. You look at nat who gives a thumbs up and then back at Bucky taking his hand. He leads to to the back of the shop to a room.

He flips the sign in the door before closing it and locking it and walks over to you.

“Sit baby. And take your top off and bra is your wearing one.” He says switching into a semi professional mode.

You sit down and remove you top half of clothing leaving you nude on top. Meanwhile Bucky washes his hands and puts on black gloves and sets up new supplies.

“Honey I can hear your heart beat from there lay down if you want to.” He says glancing back at you. Before taking off the gloves and putting new ones on.

“No I’m okay.” You say a slight shiver in your voice that makes him chuckle shaking his head. As he places the tray with tools on a side table and sits on a stool wheeling himself over.

“Arms to side.” He says you listen and he leans over turning on a far before ripping open a disinfectant wipe.

“Ah. Cold” you gasp looking up at the ceiling.

“Come on now be a big girl.” He chuckles.

Blush burns against your ears shoulders and cheeks as having your boyfriend so close to your tits in an non-sexual way both turns you on and scares you due to what’s to come.

He take a marker and begins the process of marking where the pericing will go after taking a few minutes to center them he wheels back looking from a distance to get the placement right and too admire his half nude lover sitting so perfectly in front of him.

He wheels back over to you and reaches to the table.

“These are the clamps okay?” He says you nod.

He picks up the needle, that you were trying so desperately not to look at, and holds it between his fingers while holding the clamp.

“You ready?” He asks your heart skips a beat as it’s already time to jab a needle through one of the most precious parts of your body.

“…yes.” You say.

“Don’t hold your breath alright.” He says knowing that exactly what your doing.

“And, one two- breath in and out” he intstructs.

Pain then pressure then pain.

“F-fuck..” you sniff trying not to cry. That was only one.

“You okay?” He asks planting a kiss against your cheek before putting in the jewelry

“yeah. It wasn’t bad but damn.” You squeak. He laughs and nods.

“Next one.” He says and does the same and clamps and then counts.

“Mother-Ahh Fuck!” You curse the second one almost ascending you to the neather realm.

“You’re okay doll.” He says pushing the jewelry through.

“Okay look.” He says moving back so you can get up to walk to the mirror.

You gasp and smile they came out so good.

“Ooohh!!” You giggle.

“I’ll help you clean them at home and then when three-5 months roll around if you wanna change the jewelry let me know.” He says taking his gloves off throwing them away and cleaning up the space.

“Did you drive here?” He ask

“No nat did.” You reply still admiring yourself.

“Good, don’t drive for 24 hours the seat belt might hurt and cause damage, wear clothing that is close to your body for support but don’t wear a bra for a few days. Um.. after 10 minutes pass or so you will be in a bit of agony it’ll hurt for few hours so as soon as possible take something. I’m glad you came over right now, at night, I’m off. And you can sleep the pain away.” He says walking over to you.

“They look good.” He says nods kissing your shoulder.

“Come on I’ll drive you home.” He says. You grab your things and he helps you put on your shirt before walking out of the room. Bucky grabs his jacket and keys following you.

“How was it?!” Nat asks

“Owie!” You say

“Bucky’s off so I’m gonna go home with him.” You say she nods

“Send me a picture! And let me know what it’s like.” She winks you nod. She waves walking out.

“That’s another thing.” Bucky says holding out his hand for you as you both walk out.

“What?” You ask.

“No sex for 3 weeks.” He says

“WHAT!?”

[delicatemusickingdom]

Book 2 Part 3 Chapter 3.4

Chapter 3.4

With a sharp, ear-piercing sound, the sword spun in the air and embedded itself into a nearby wall. The man who had lost his sword had a frustrated look on his face as he nursed his hand that had gone numb from the impact, but when Yuri pointed the tip of his sword at him, he turned tail and ran. 

Yuri’s lips curled fearlessly, but his next opponent immediately let out a fierce battle cry and charged at him. 

“Whoa there, why the rush?”

He parried the blade swung down at him with his left hand, and instantly threw his right fist into the face of his opponent. It was a direct hit, and they cried out in pain, blood spurting from their nose as they retreated, having lost their will to fight. 

“That’s one more down…… But there’s no end to this, damn it.” 

All around him, the other lower quarter residents were just as desperately squaring off against the thugs — except they were only armed with wooden sticks.

One of those residents had their stick cleaved in two by their opponent’s sword. Blade aloft, the thug charged at the now-defenceless resident.

“Aaah!”

“Oof-!” 

A scream, groan, and a dull thud sounded at the same time, and before the eyes of the resident who had fallen on his butt, the thug toppled forward and fell onto the ground, unconscious. Beside the thug, the scabbard of a sword — Yuri’s — thunked onto the ground. 

“You all right, old man?!” 

“Y-Yeah, Yuri, thanks.”

“Hurry up and fall back!” 

Giving one last look at the resident hurriedly following his instruction, Yuri headed for yet another thug. 

They were at one of the roads that led from the citizens’ quarter to the lower quarter. Here, Yuri, along with a dozen other residents, fended off the invasion of Godonan’s henchmen coming down the slope. 

As usual, Yuri wielded his sword, but he was the only one with one, and the rest were armed with long, wooden sticks. One of the residents had suggested that they procure weapons as quickly as possible, but Jiri had shot down that proposal, arguing that they might accidently chop off their own leg, wielding a weapon they weren’t familiar with. 

Yuri suspected that Jiri’s real intention was to prevent the residents from harming others. In fact, against the Yuri who was excited at finally being able to use his sword, Jiri had said, “Don’t kill unless you have to.”

Yuri understood how she felt, but thanks to that he had to provide support for his fellow residents all on his own. Following Jiri’s wishes, he only used his sword to defend against his opponent’s attacks, and relied solely on his fists to attack. It wasn’t like Yuri particularly wanted to know what it felt like to cut someone down, but there was no telling how long he could keep it up without doing so.  

As for Jiri, right now she should be at another road, leading other residents in the charge. The other elderly like Hanks, or women, children, or others who couldn’t handle such violence, were taking refuge in a building in the corner of the fountain plaza. 

“It’s times like this that I wish Flynn was here.” 

Yuri grumbled as he violently knocked out another thug, this time with a kick. 

Flynn wasn’t around. He wasn’t protecting any other place, either. He had disappeared. 

After exchanging words with that tired face of his, Flynn had disappeared, and Yuri hadn’t seen him since. He must have gone back to the citizens’ quarter to petition them again, but even after night had fallen, and dawn had broken, he had yet to return. Yuri wondered if he had gotten himself into some kind of trouble, but was too busy preparing for an invasion to go looking for him. And then while he was doing that, Godonan’s henchmen had formed a line and marched down the slope. 

It worried him, but there was nothing he could do. Yuri fought while trying not to let it distract him. 

He didn’t know whether to call it ironic or fortunate, but the invasion allowed him to fully demonstrate the fruits of his years of training. Though mainly self-taught, through studying the training manual and training with Flynn, at the very least his skills had reached a level comparable to that of the hired thugs. Of course, Yuri’s natural boldness also played a large role in it. 

Compared to Flynn, the thugs’ swordsmanship was crude and relied on pure brute strength, and it was easy to read their moves. He wouldn’t get away with just a scratch if the attacks hit, but as long as he kept his cool and dealt with them as they came, it wasn’t anything to be worried about. 

“Run!” 

With nearly half of them downed, the thugs realised that they were at a disadvantage. They picked up their wounded and fallen comrades and began to retreat the way they came, as if fleeing. Some of them, having been hit by the spice-laden water, had already fled. 

“Everyone, stop! Don’t pursue them!” 

Yuri hurriedly stopped the residents who were cheering and about to chase after the thugs. After all, they were only a group of amateurs. If they grew too cocky and got carried away, the results would spell a disaster for them. This was also something Jiri had strongly warned him about beforehand. 

“Yuri, here.” 

“Oh, thanks.” 

Yuri said, as he took back his scabbard from the youth’s proffered hand. He sheathed his sword in it, but then he continued to grip it in his hand instead of returning it to its place on his hip. Up until the battle had begun, he’d been carrying on his hip as per normal, but once it started he found it only got in the way. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he’d followed the training manual’s teachings faithfully like Flynn did. But Yuri had — ‘Like acrobatic stunts’, Flynn called it, with a grimace on his face as he did so — heavily modified it to suit his own style. It was really inconvenient swinging a sword around and punching and kicking people while having a scabbard hanging at his waist. Yuri had only noticed this when he was in the middle of an actual battle, when his legs had gotten tangled up in his scabbard and he had — dangerously — almost tripped and fallen in front of the enemy. Instinctively he had cut free his sword belt and throw it away — in the process, saving one of his allies from meeting a gruesome end.

With that being said, if such skirmishes continued, there was no doubt someone would suffer more serious injuries than this. Looking at the broken windows, and the swords littered on the pavements, Yuri felt his heart sink. 

Hey, Grandma Jiri. Yuri thought to the person who was probably going on a rampage somewhere in the lower quarter. Is it still not time yet?

****

The first wave was an attempt that aimed to simply overwhelm them through sheer numbers alone. It looked like they hadn’t learnt anything from their previous clashes with the lower quarter, or maybe they had intended to enter the lower quarter first before carrying out their destruction. But as proof, their second wave was much more aggressive. 

“They’re shooting arrows at us! Take cover!” 

At the sound of Yuri’s voice, both the residents in the streets and on the rooftops hoisting up buckets of water frantically scrambled to hide behind something. Immediately after, a wave of arrows came flying, zipping into the air as they pierced through walls, or in some cases striking the ground and bouncing off it. They weren’t as strong as the arrows shot from the Imperial Knights’ crossbows, and were probably shot from normal bows, but if they hit the wrong spot, they could be just as deadly. 

Near him, someone screamed. Yuri turned around to see someone falling down, an arrow sprouting from their arm. It was the youth from earlier who had picked up his scabbard for him. Yuri clicked his tongue and jumped out of his hiding spot. Dodging the flurry of arrows, he made his way to the still writing-in-pain youth, grabbed him, and dragged him into cover. 

He tore off cloth and tied it over the wound in order to stop the bleeding. 

Fortunately, there weren’t many arrows, and for a while they continued to fly sporadically, before suddenly coming to a stop. As Yuri held his breath, he heard the sounds of battle cries, along with the sound of thundering footsteps. He cautiously peeked over to see twenty or so men charging towards them with their swords aloft. Yuri glanced overhead. His comrades on the rooftops — the ones in charge of pouring the spice-laden water — had fled the area to avoid the arrows, so would most like be of no help here. 

“Fall back to point two!”

Yuri shouted, and then hoisted up the injured youth and began to run. Seeing this, another comrade ran over and helped to carry the youth. On the rooftops, the sound of thudding footsteps could be heard. 

Don’t fall behind, you guys. Yuri prayed in his heart as he hurried on.

****

Yuri and the others called it ‘point two’, but despite it being halfway down the slope, it was still much closer to the lower quarter than their previous position. The biggest difference was that the road here was winding, and the incredible narrowness of the path made visibility poor. The path was sandwiched on both sides by buildings so tall you couldn’t see what was happening below from above, which meant it wasn’t suited for spice-water attacks, but this way a large wave of people wouldn't be able to come at them. 

It was here that Yuri waited with his sword in his left hand and a long wooden stick in his right — just like his other comrades — for the enemy to approach. His comrades had stepped back a little to avoid being caught in his crossfire. The youth who had been hit by the arrow had been sent even further back. 

Loud footsteps approached them. 

The critical moment was almost upon them. Yuri licked his lips. 

As if they had suddenly appeared out of thin air, the thugs came flying out from around the bend in the road. But just as they gained momentum, the road suddenly narrowed, causing them to bump into each other and ruining their pacing.

Immediately Yuri threw the wooden stick in his hands at their feet. The stick beautifully tripped up a few of them, and they went down in a chaotic mess, catching others as they fell effect and causing even more to follow. In an instant, the thugs toppled like dominos, screaming and yelling as they went. 

“Now!” 

At Yuri’s signal, the residents of the lower quarter all swung down their sticks. What remaining water was flung in between the gaps of those sticks. The thugs could hardly put up any resistance at all. Some of them waved their swords around, disregarding that they could hurt their comrades, but against the long sticks, they had no reach against their targets. And when they did, that was when Yuri stepped in. 

There were a few thugs who had jumped to the side to avoid getting caught up in the falling domino of people, but they were unable to pass through the tangle of people and were forced to come to a standstill. They had bows at their hips, but maybe because they had used up all of their arrows in their first attack, or maybe they didn’t want to risk hitting their comrades, they showed no signs of using them at all. On the contrary, they looked like they were already losing their nerve. 

Was that it? The arrows had given him a scare, but this was just too surprising. Just as Yuri looked around to take stock of the situation, he felt the air in front of him expand. The streets, as well as the walls of the buildings on both sides shone a pale whitish-blue. What!?? At the same time as he thought that, something that looked like a solid mass of light came flying towards them from the other side of the bend in the road. 

“Everyone, get down!” 

That was all Yuri shouted before he dropped to the ground. The mass of light mowed down the horde of thugs who were standing still, and smashed straight into the mass of writhing thugs that were struggling to get up from the fall. 

The mountain of people exploded. With a sound that shook the very air, the bodies of the thugs flew into the air and over Yuri and the other residents’ heads, and they crashed into the walls and onto the ground with painful screams.

A sudden silence descended over the area, as if the ruckus from earlier had been a lie. The weak groans of those who had fallen here and there could be heard. The lower quarter residents’ unease was so palpable Yuri could feel it on his skin. 

From around the corner, a man appeared. He didn’t look like a thug, but neither was he a resident from the lower quarter. His neat and cleanly-dressed appearance made him stand out in a place like this. Only his right arm, which held a sword, was different — it was covered with a strangely-shaped gauntlet. 

His right hand casually swung upward. For a moment, light shone through the gaps in between his gauntlet parts, like it was leaking out. At the same time, Yuri saw the man’s blade glow with the same pale whitish-blue light from before, and he yelled with all his might. 

“Run!!”

The next moment, the light shot out from the tip of the man’s sword. The light swept through the area where Yuri had been standing a moment ago, hitting a nearby wall and smashing a huge hole into it. The impact was like a shockwave, and the resulting wind whipped at Yuri’s black hair. 

Meanwhile, the residents of the lower quarter were fleeing in a panic. The thought flashed through Yuri’s mind. 

“A blastia…!”

Possession of blastia was strictly controlled by the Imperial authorities, but most likely the nobles were able to bend those regulations quite a bit, seeing as they were the ones in charge of enforcing said regulations. 

Just as Yuri thought this, he realised he recognised the man standing in front of him. It was the attendant who waited by Godonan’s carriage when it had appeared in the lower quarter some time ago. 

“I see. I guess it’s unsurprising that a noble’s lackey would be granted at least one blastia.” 

Whether or not he’d heard those words, Godonan’s attendant continued to fire a succession of light bullets. One. Two.  

Yuri hadn’t thought the man would be able to fire repeatedly, so he dodged the first shot, and the second one came flying at him. His vision filled with white-blue light. 

“Oh crap—” 

Suddenly, a powerful impact from the side sent Yuri’s body flying. Immediately afterwards, the light tore through the space he had been in. Yuri slammed into the paved stones of the slope and he let out an involuntary cry of pain, but when he looked up, he saw a head of familiar golden hair reflected back in his eyes. 

“Yuri! Are you all right?” 

“Flynn!!”

Indeed, it was Flynn who stood there in front of him. He looked a little worn out, but he looked the same as when they had last parted ways. 

“Where have you been all this time…?” 

“We can talk later. That man has a bodhi blastia. He’ll be a troublesome opponent to deal with, but — can you do it?” 

There were a lot of things Yuri wanted to say and a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but the moment he saw Flynn’s face, it felt like none of them mattered anymore. The worries that had been clinging to him like shadows vanished, and he was now holding his sword and standing firm. Straightforward, and unwavering. It’s Flynn. The Flynn that I know.

“You really had me worried for a moment, you know.” 

Even as Yuri grumbled that, he could feel a smile forming on his lips. 

Godonan’s attendant didn’t seem fazed by the addition and support of a new enemy. Like before, he spared the small talk, and took his sword — endowed with the power of blastia — and swung it. Beams of light surged out one after another, and explosions erupted. 

But Yuri and Flynn dodged all of them, and readied their swords as if nothing had happened. For a brief moment, their gazes met, and in that moment a tide of nostalgic memories flashed in between them. The first time they left the capital. The first day they’d faced down monsters — the day they’d risen up to those beasts without backing down a single step. 

Compared to that day, this is nothing.

He no longer felt like the bullets of light were capable of hitting him, but with that being said, at this rate he didn’t think he’d be able to get close to the man. As they dodged the incoming bullets flying at them again, the two of them exchanged words with each other silently. Not with their mouths, but with their eyes. That alone was enough. 

At the signal of the next light bullet, the two of them moved. Yuri slipped through the streaks of light and closed in on the attendant, aiming for the blastia on the servant’s arm. 

From the other side, Flynn also closed in on the attendant, his movements almost identical to Yuri’s. The two of them moved symmetrically, like mirror images of each other — even though there had been no signs of agreement beforehand. The attendant was secretly surprised, but he didn’t let it show on his face as he lifted his sword. Their movements were impressive, but predictable. The blastia on his arm shone.��

But suddenly, the symmetry between the two of them crumbled. To be precise, only Yuri’s movements had become irregular, but the sudden change in the uniformity up to that point caught the attendant off guard. For an instant, the attendant’s focus shifted towards Yuri. 

Something shot out of Yuri’s hand. Instead of firing out a bullet of light, the attendant quickly raised his word to block it. 

His scabbard!? At the same time that the attendant realised what it was, Flynn came flying in from the other side. With a single flash of his sword, he struck the attendant’s unguarded right arm. 

The gauntlet broke in a burst of sound and light. Fragments of delicate components and crystal-like pieces scattered at the feet of the stunned attendant. 

“It’s our win, yeah?” 

“There’s no point fighting any further. Please withdraw.” 

With their swords still at the ready, the two of them declared their victory in contrasting tones, before speaking to each other. 

“You’re as reckless as ever.”

“Look who’s talking. You understood everything I was going to do.” 

Both of them couldn’t help but break into a smile, but stopped midway. 

A moment ago Godonan’s attendant had been acting like he was merely mowing a lawn, but now an intense anger radiated from him. Had his anger at having been humiliated by two youths from the lower quarter finally reached boiling point? Or was it fear of facing his master’s wrath for breaking such a precious blastia? 

Judging from his actions earlier, the attendant’s swordsmanship itself didn’t seem to be anything special. Or was he planning on embracing his anger to give him the strength to counterattack? 

But the attendant only reached into his pocket. When he brought his palm back out, it wasn’t empty-handed. In his palm was a round gem, somewhat decorated and that shone with a red light. Flynn’s eyes opened wide the moment he saw it. 

“A blastia!?!?” 

“Oh, come on. A second one?” 

Hearing their reactions, the attendant grinned. Glaring at them with eyes as bloodshot as the gem, he raised the gem above his head. 

The light that glowed from the gem was clearly stronger than that of the gauntlet’s, and the two of them felt an ominous premonition. 

Still holding up the bead, the attendant swung his sword sideways. This time, the energy that emitted from the blade was not a spray of bullets, but a single, giant blade of light. 

Both of them dived down to dodge the attack. Behind them, they heard a loud noise. When they turned to look, they saw a large horizontal slash carved into the wall of the building, and the top of it collapsing. 

“I don’t think a sword can block that.” 

“Yeah, I have no intention of trying.” 

Despite their light-hearted banter, the two of them sensed the impatience and nervousness in each other’s voices. This was bad. 

The attendant seemed intent on unleashing his next attack at an even lower height than before. He lowered his hips and bent forward slightly. It looked like they were going to have to jump to dodge it. Just as Yuri braced himself, he heard a faint groan from behind him. 

Oh, hell.

Even before the attendant had started to swing his sword, Yuri jumped backwards. Out of the corner of his eye, Yuri was aware of Flynn moving the same way.

At the spot where they landed, a thug lay there on the ground, bleeding from a head wound. Without missing a beat, they each hooked an arm around the man’s armpit. 

The attendant unleashed a blade of light. Holding onto the body of the thug on either side, Yuri and Flynn leapt with all their might to dodge the deadly attack. But they were unable to support him properly, and they lost their balance midair and the man fell off their shoulders. 

Oh no- the moment he thought that, the sword in Yuri’s hands fell onto the ground with a clatter. The attendant’s next attack would reach them faster than he could get up and grab his sword. 

It looked like Flynn still had his sword, but either way it was going to be difficult for them to dodge the next attack while holding onto the thug in their arms. What to do? Should he take a gamble? Or let the thug be inevitably cut in two—

The attendant readied his sword. 

Suddenly, his figure was enveloped in light, and then turned into shadow. At the same time, the surrounding air trembled with a short, sharp bang, as if a large drum had been struck. 

The next instant, the light and sound died down just as quickly. Standing at the centre of it all was the attendant, with his sword raised up high, as if his soul had left his body. But then as if his strings had been cut he suddenly toppled forward. The back of his clothes were now torn, revealing bare skin. The gem, having lost its lustre, tumbled out of his hand and onto the ground. 

Yuri blinked, unsure of what had just happened. But Flynn let out a sigh of relief. 

“……Made it in time.” 

Yuri opened his mouth to ask what that meant, but then he heard a familiar sound — the sound of clattering armour. 

It was the knights. 

****

The Imperial Knights rarely listened to petitions, but once they did, they were quick to act. Conflict between Godonan’s henchmen and the lower quarter had broken out in multiple locations, but armed Knights were sent to all of them and they were all suppressed quickly. The lower quarter initially panicked at the sight of the Knights, but once they realised the Knights’ objective was to capture and eliminate the thugs, they followed their directions obediently. The Knights had even brought blastia to the operation, and used it to suppress the thugs that resisted. 

Even Godonan’s toughest henchmen were no match for the armed Imperial Knights, Even Yuri, who disliked the Knights, was forced to acknowledge the overwhelming strength of their military might. 

“The officer in charge of this district, Administrator Godonan, has been suspended from all duties on grounds of suspicions of posing a serious threat to the order of the Empire. All activities carried out under his name shall be frozen until further notice.”

The knight who seemed to be the commander left after saying those words. The Knights were as unfriendly and arrogant as ever, but from piecing together their fragmented conversations with each other, it looked like they were making arrests in the citizens’ quarters as well. 

By the time the sun had set and the imperial capital was bathed in the westward sun, all signs of unrest had vanished from the lower quarter, and the Knights withdrew as well. Only a small portion of the lower quarter residents had been taken aside for simple questioning. The Knights’ motive was clear from the start, and the lower quarter didn’t play a major role in it. 

“Alright, it’s time you told me how you lit a fire under the butts of those dawdling knights.” 

Once things had finally calmed down and they returned to the plaza, Yuri had turned to Flynn and said.

“It was no big deal. I was just — really lucky.”

Yuri thought his show of perseverance and honesty in running around the capital visiting all the government offices and Knights’ quarters was a big deal, but he kept quiet and listened to Flynn’s story. 

****

Flynn’s petition to the Knights’ headquarters had not been granted. Consumed by despair, he was about to return to the lower quarter when he ran into a group of knights on the streets. 

These knights were dressed differently compared to the usual knights. Perhaps they were high-ranking knights, and if so there was a good chance they were from noble families. But because Flynn knew this was going to be his last chance, he approached them boldly. 

As expected, when the knights noticed him approaching, they raised their voice and told him to state his business. By now Flynn had memorised the words of his petition and he recited them now: That the lower quarter was suffering under the tyranny of the nobles, and so on. 

The knights didn’t look particularly moved, and they didn’t seem interested in listening to his entire story.  Flynn was blocking their way, and so they moved to step past him, but at that moment, a voice from behind them spoke. 

“Did you say ‘Godonan’?” 

Flynn looked at the owner of the voice. The man was not wearing a helmet. His face, with its wide forehead and framed by long silver hair, was brimming with confidence backed by his imposing strength. Clad in crimson, he stood out even in the group of knights different from the average knight’s. But more than his appearance, it was the overwhelming aura he exuded that spoke for him. Flynn could sense that all the knights were hanging on to his every word, determined not to miss a single thing, and it was clear without even needing to look: This person must be the commander of this brigade, and most likely, someone who held authority over an even larger portion of Knights in the organisation. 

He beckoned Flynn over and urged him to go into more detail. Overwhelmed by his dignity, Flynn desperately explained the lower quarter’s plight. For a while the commander was silent, only nodding along as Flynn spoke, but eventually he cut Flynn off, stating it was enough. 

After mulling it over for a moment, he spoke. “Even nobles are not above the law. I’ve had my suspicions about Godonan for a while now, but if the situation really is that dire, we’ll have to take action immediately.” 

He gave a series of short orders, and one by one the knights ran off in different directions. The remaining knights made to follow him towards the castle. 

The man had then called out to the dumbfounded Flynn, saying, “I want to know more details about the crime scene, so you come along too.” 

“So you’ve been with those knights the whole time?” 

“Yeah. They needed to figure out where Godonan would send his henchmen to, so they asked me a lot of questions like what the layout of the lower quarter was like. I wanted to contact you all, but in the end I was only released just before their operation began.” 

The fact that Flynn had divulged so much information about the lower quarter territory to the Knights bugged Yuri, but since the Knights had saved them, it was hard for even Yuri to complain. 

“I’ve never seen a knight like that before. I never thought a knight like that existed…” 

He must be referring to the high-ranking knight that had listened to him, the one that looked to be the Knights’ commander. As Flynn spoke, his eyes sparkled like that of a young boy’s. They were the eyes of someone who had believed and hoped, yet had been betrayed over and over again, before finally being rewarded for it. 

It was admiration, and even a sort of pride. It was as if some of the complicated feelings and internal conflicts he had regarding the Knights had sublimated a little. 

Yuri had mixed feelings about it. 

If they were talking about ‘proper’ knights, then even Yuri could think of a few. Like the members of that company that had hunted down monsters and given it to the lower quarter to eat. Or that friendly uncle. 

Come to think of it, hadn’t the uncle mentioned something about a new Commandant? Something about how the new Commandant was trying to tear down the old customs and change the way the system worked? 

There was no way of knowing if the commander Flynn had met was that Commandant himself, but at the very least, in Flynn’s eyes, he must have looked like such a person. 

Even so, Yuri found it hard to accept that they had been saved by the Knights. Strangely enough, the sight of Flynn chattering away happily felt dull and uninteresting to him. He had no intention of voicing those thoughts, however, and he knew he couldn’t blame Flynn for it. 

In fact, if there was anyone who should be blamed — it would be himself. There was a bitter taste in his mouth.

He had tried to break into Godonan’s mansion. Even though he had been stopped by Jiri and thus the attempt had failed, at the very least he had been serious about it, and the attempt had been very real. 

In reality, nothing had happened. Yuri hadn’t entered Godonan’s mansion. He hadn’t done anything that Flynn would have avoided doing. But he had tried. And it had been a serious attempt, too. In a way, that carried the same heavy implication as if he had actually managed to carry it out. 

I tried to betray Flynn, no, I actually did betray him — not because I simply didn’t believe that he could succeed, but because I dared to do what he would not.  

He didn’t think he regretted it. Because he still thought it was something he should have done anyway. Even so, that didn’t mean he could justify all of what he did. Flynn’s relieved smile pierced his heart. He thought he had prepared himself for it, but it was only now that he realised that this was no easy burden to bear. 

Should I tell him what I was going to do? Caught between the implications of telling him versus choosing not to tell him, Yuri tensed up, unsure of himself. 

“Yuri?” 

Noticing how Yuri had suddenly fallen silent, Flynn spoke with concern. At that moment, his straightforward gaze that was directed straight at Yuri felt extremely heavy.

“It’s nothing.” 

He said that, but his words were awkward and stiff. 

Flynn had won. He had fought against his inner fears, done everything in his power to avoid them, and he had succeeded. 

Yuri had tried to challenge him as well, but he hadn’t actually accomplished anything, and all that remained was the fact that he had betrayed their friendship. 

——There’s a gap between us again. 

Just like how that knight was to Flynn, the Flynn right now was dazzling to Yuri. 

“Anyway, I’m glad both of us are safe.” 

Flynn smiled and said to fill in the silence. 

Yuri nodded, but he couldn’t find it in himself to smile. 

****

Evening. A horse-drawn carriage galloped through the royal quarter. For the safety of pedestrians, it was forbidden to go faster than a certain speed limit, but that rule had been completely disregarded. The wheels of the carriage struck pebbles on the road as they passed by, sending sparks flying. 

The carriage came to a halt in front of a certain mansion, and without waiting for an attendant to open the doors — the attendant that had always taken on that role had gone to the lower quarter and never come back — the doors opened on its own and spit out its contents. 

Godonan tumbled down its stairs before getting up to hammer on the mansion’s door. In the past, he always had someone else to do it for him, but this time he was doing it with his own hands. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were about to pop out of his head with frustration. 

After a short while, the door opened, and the familiar, pillar-like butler appeared. 

“Lord Godonan. What business do you have—”

“I want to see Lady Mirarem. Please, let me see her right now!” 

Godonan had shouted and interrupted the butler’s words, and the butler only stared coldly at him before opening his mouth to speak. 

“She will not see you.” 

“What?” 

Shocked, Godonan tried to grab at the butler, but the butler was like a wall, and he stood there in front of him and pushed him away.

“I have a message from my master. ‘There is no seat for one that cannot fend off the Knights’… If that is all, please excuse me.” 

The butler bowed, and then closed the door right in front of Godonan’s nose. It was a polite, yet clear rejection. Standing in front of the closed door that felt more like a wall than a door, Godonan made a series of scratching gestures, before collapsing onto the ground in despair. 

Already, he could hear the clatter of the knights as they came for him.

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