#as long as i stay the fuck away from that lamb he's got me so hooked

[strangefable]

i've made a terrible mistake. it's 4am and i just pulled myself away from cult of the lamb. that game is dangerously addictive

[tommydarlings]

The little lamb and the big bad wolf | m.v

pairing: dom!max verstappen x sub!virgin!reader

warnings: smut, taking virginity, size kink, brief mention of a blowjob

w/c: 1.1k

summary: you always thought that you would stay an innocent virgin forever, but as soon as the big bad wolf — max verstappen — got his hands on your so far untouched skin, he couldn’t resist his desire to destroy the little innocent lamb. (based off of this request)

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As you looked up at max from your place on your knees, he could have came right away, messily decorating your face with the white liquid.

“Is that right, maxie?“ you bit your lip as your small hand continued pumping his big and slick erection, glassy eyes briefly glancing at his cock before you looked back up at him.

Your boyfriend groaned deeply as he caught your gaze, “That’s perfect baby, you’re doing so so so good for me,“ his big palm caressed your cheek.

For a quick second, you proudly smiled, trying your best to bite back a little giggle while your hand continued pumping him.

Slowly, you leaned forward and collected some spit in your mouth before you opened your mouth, sticked your tongue out and let it drop down onto his already wet tip,

Max threw his head back, hand now leaving your heated cheek and tightly gripping your hair, fingers tangling themselves painfully into your roots, “Oh fucking hell, baby… just like that… where have you got that from? Fuck,“ he moaned, eyes squeezed shut as you felt his hand trembling on the top of your head.

You smirked before you gave his leaking tip a tiny kitten lick, eyes closely watching him, “was it okay? Did it feel good?“ you asked in a shy manner.

Max immediately nodded, “Everything you do feels good,“ he mumbled in a raspy tone while you kissed his tip, your lips only softly grazing his leaking tip before he suddenly pulled your head away, making you nervously look up at him.

He caressed your cheek again, brushing some hair out of your face with his other hand, “don’t worry baby… everything‘s fine,” he reassured you before he continued, “just get on the bed for me, okay?“

You slowly nodded and stood up, quickly catching max smirking as he noticed how red your knees were before you laid down onto your back on the bed you two share, but max shook his head,

“Hands and knees baby… and turn around, face into the direction of the headboard, yeah?“

You gulped but quickly nodded before you got on your hands and knees, jumping a bit as you felt him behind you, his big palms caressing your hips and waist before one of his hands ran over your back before it reached the back of your neck.

Very slowly, his hand forced your head down by the back of your neck, giving you no other chance than to bury your head in the bedsheets as your hands already fisted the soft material next to your head.

Max positioned himself behind you, his leaking tip already touching your entrance,

“Shh, baby…“ his fingers ran along your neck and shoulders before he pressed your further down into the pillow by the back of your neck,

“Relax, it’s okay… everything's okay because I’m here and I won’t hurt you, okay? You understand that?“

You gulped before you nodded, “y-yes.“

He nodded as well, “good girl,“ he whispered to you before he slowly entered you from behind, making you grip the sheets harder and gasp in a high pitched tone into the pillow as you felt his slick cock filling you up.

You hissed, tears shooting into your eyes, “Oh god…max-” you gasped in a high pitched tone as you felt his long member filling you up, one hand holding you down by the back of your neck while his other big hand was fisting the pillow right next to you.

Max chuckled before he groaned, “How does it feel, baby? Tell me how it feels,“ he whispered.

You gulped, hands fisting the sheets harder, breathing picking up as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, “I-I feel so full, you f-fill me up so much, g-god!“

Max's hand caressed the back of your neck in a gentle manner, taking you by suprise before he slid it forward to your chin, slowly lifting your head up,

“You’re feeling it, huh? You feel me filling that tiny hole of yours, hmm?“ he looked down at you, his thumb stroking your jaw, “I can feel it too… and god you’re tight,“ he let his head drop forward, his forehead now gently laying on top of your head as he groaned deeply.

Max noticed how you squeezed your eyes shut and whined in a high pitched tone, “You always thought that you’re gonna be a virgin forever, huh? That you’re gonna be the pretty little innocent angel, hmm?“ he nudged the back of your head with his nose.

You bit your lip as his hip movements sped up, hitting your walls harder with each thrust as his words made you glare up at him, your hands shaking as they fisted the sheets harder,

“But then you met me… the big bad wolf,“ he chuckled, his thumb caressing your jaw in an almost gentle manner, “the big bad wolf who picked the poor little lamb up and showed her that she can’t be a perfect saint forever,“ he let his hand slide down to your throat, lightly choking you as you felt a foreign feeling creeping up,

“M-Max… I don’t k-know…“ you squeezed your eyes shut again, tears running down your red cheeks, “I think I’m-” you took deep breaths, feeling how your stomach tightened itself, almost like an uncomfortable knot that simply wanted to be released.

Max nodded along your words, “You’re gonna cum for me, I know… I can fucking feel it,“ he groaned, also squeezing his eyes shut, his hip movements not as quick anymore but way harsher, forcing little whines out of you.

“Can I-I?“ you gasped, “should I?“ you bit your lip, almost making it bleed.

Max immediately nodded, his lips grazing your ear as he put his other hand onto your waist, bending your body a bit more so he could hit the perfect spot.

“Oh my g-god, max!“ you screamed, breaking down and falling face forward into the bedsheets as you felt yourself letting go all over his cock, making you see stars.

Max continued fucking you in a rough manner, not stopping until he notices that you’re probably already so far gone that you’re barely even feeling anything by now.

He brushed some strands of hair out of your sweaty face, “There you go baby, now you’re not that pretty little virgin anymore,“ he kissed the top of your head, “now you’re a dirty, broken lamb that handed her sweet innocence to the big bad wolf on a pretty silver platter,“ he whispered from behind your laying figure.

Max leaned down and kissed your shoulder and you could have sworn that you felt him smirking,

“And I can’t thank you enough for that,“ he mumbled deeply.

[kelppsstuff]

I NEED part two of that cheating Adam fic

That actually made me cry and I desperately want that asshole to get what he deserves

..but what if Lucifer got to wife? Obviously, our dear ruler of hell seems to still be attached to Lilith, considering the ring he's still wearing, so what do you think will happen if he meets reader?

Omggggg, I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And yes Adam shall get what’s coming! And I hope you enjoy this chapter as well! Make sure to take care of your self and have a good day! 💛

“How long.” Part two

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You had spent the five months crying at Emily home. Lilies would show up, your favorite flower. It made your heart ache even more. No matter where you go you couldn’t get far enough away from him.

Sera walked into the guest room you were staying. She looked over you as she thought of her next words. She was sure you would take the job, but would this be better for you? She didn’t know.

“Adam gave the go ahead of princess morningstar’s hotel.” You looked up from under the covers, interested in what she had to say. “We will need someone to overwatch the hotel. No one wants to go and I thought I would ask you.”

You took a breath, but even that felt caged. You were happy Sera gave you this choice of a job. “I’ll do it. Thank you Sera.”

—

You packed all the necessary things, and waited for the portal to hell to open. When you did walk through the portal you looked up at the red sky. As if the clouds were full of blood.

You extended your wings and started to take off where you could see the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ stand. You didn’t want to walk and risk anything bad. Sure you can hide your wings, but not your halo.

When you landed in front of the door, you admit you did feel nervous. You knocked on the door and a woman who had blonde hair and pink rosy checks opened the door. “Uhhh Vaggie!” Her voice was light but strong. Very admirable it felt like.

“Yes?!” Another stern female voice called out through the hotel. “There’s a angel at out door.” She looked to be panicking, so you smile I hope it’ll ease her nerves. I heard running before I saw her face. “What do you want Extermination isn’t for another month.”

“I suppose I should explain now. Adam.” Fuck saying his name hurt. “Has given the hotel a go ahead. The head seraphim sent me to overlook it.”

(Your pov)

The blonde grew stars in her eyes. She grabbed my wrist and immediately started to pull me throughout the entire hotel. “I have to give you a quick tour for now unfortunately. But my dad’s on the way and when he gets here I’ll give you a better tour with him.” She showed me the bar, and lounge that was pretty much it until there was a knock on the door.

“Okay that’s my dad everyone!” Everybody started to get in formation it seemed like. I leaned over to the deer who started to walk into the entry way. “Who’s that girls name?”

He smiled wide and me. “Why Charlie my good fellow.” Charlie? As in Charlotte. As in Morningstar. AS IN LUCIFER?! Oh my god. Before I could panic the doors opened and a shorter man gave Charlie a hug.

“Oh Charlie it is so good to see you!” He spoke with a smile as he let her go. He smiled at him and showed case the entrance. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!” Confetti flew and conveniently it got all over me. Great. Charlie looked panicked for a second, but I payed no mind and I snapped my fingers, carefully getting rid of all of it.

Lucifer looked to the cat that was purring and walking through his legs. He bent down and had a baby voice. “Oh hey little Kiki.” Cute. He then looked to the two flying lambs. “Razzle n Dazzle. Aweee look how much you haven’t grown. Still fun size.” Can he be talking?

I turned my attention back to the deer who smiled menacingly towards the king of hell. I walked up to him and Lucifer started to check out the place. I placed my hand out to him and smiled. “My names Y/N.” The deer turned his head away from Lucifer and turned his smile to me, though it was less terrifying. “Alastor! Quite a pleasure darling, quiet a pleasure!” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to have a few friends down here?

“I like your voice.”

“Yes, it’s quite perfect for my rad—“

“WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS THAT?!” I see our king has found the bar. Alastor smile tightened and he teleported through the shadows to where Lucifer was standing. “Just some of the renovations we had done. As a little color don’t you think?”

Lucifer eye brow rise as he asked, “and you are?” I walked over to one of the cookies as Alastor responded. “Alastor, quite a pleasure. You are much shorter than I expected.” I started to choke on the cookie. Bringing attention to me. “I-I’m fine.” I saw Lucifer eyes widen in panic. But he ignored me. For now.

“Is this the bellhop?” He pointed to the deer. “Of course not, I’m the host. You probably heard of me through my radio broadcasts.”

He put his hand to his chin and said “NOPE! I guess that’s why Charlie called in the Hazbin hotel. Ha! Ha! Ha!”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! It was actually my idea.”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Well it’s not very clever.”

“Ha! Ha! Fuck. You.”

This is exactly what I needed. Pure entertainment.

—

As we started to get our hotel tour, Alastor got held up by some cat, and Charlie got distracted with Vaggie. Giving Lucifer the perfect time to talk to me. “Why are you here? Are these people so dense they can’t tell your an angel?”

I raised my brow, I see why Adam said he was a dick. “If you must know, Heaven gave the go ahead to the hotel just today?” Lucifer eyes widened. “What? How?”

“I believe it was your good friend Adam who gave the order.” His eyes narrowed as he looked at me.

“And are you one of his exterminator pet?” Asshole. “No I’m his wife. Well actually I don’t know? Am I still his wife?” I started to go off, talking to myself completely blocking out Lucifer. A habit I’ve always had.

“Adam re-married?” Now I seemed to have a bit more of his interest. “Why do you care? Trying to go 3 for 3?” I said sarcastically.

“Would you like me too?” We both stopped walking. My eyes widened and when I slowly turned to look at him I noticed his did as well. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that! Well like not in a like ‘that would never happen way’ but more like ‘it came naturally and unintentionally way.’ And fuck I should stop talking now shouldn’t I—?”

“Yes.” I could feel blood rising to my cheeks, giving me a golden glow. His eyes narrowed to my golden hue cheeks and for a moment I swear his eye had a sparkle, even just a second.

“You bleed gold.” He spoke after a long silence.

“I do.” I am an angel.

“I did too, look at that, we have something in common!” I raised my brow, it was the same tactic he gave his daughter.

“Like how you and your daughter both like girls?” Now it was my turn to see his golden hues.

—

Lucifer had decided to stay in the hotel to grow closer to Charlie. During the duration of the last three weeks we had also gotten closer. I had explained to him that Adam and I were no longer together even though I still wore our wedding ring.

It had been three weeks since I had been in heaven. Three weeks since I entered this hotel. I hadn’t thought too much about Adam in my stay here. Though it appeared today was the day I broke tradition.

Me and Adam had spent years on years on years together. I missed his golden eyes, and I missed his stupid humor, and I had missed him. That made his betrayal all the worse. Every-time I missed him, the memory of him and Lilith came. It wasn’t fair to me. Why was I tormented because I was a faithful wife?

I suppose my saddening thought were clear on my face. “What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked, sitting on the bed next to me. We were in his room, he was making ducks while I became self-depressed. “It’s a long story.” He smiled in understanding, “good thing I have an eternity with nothing better to do.”

“You know me and Adam are no longer together.” He nodded his head at the un-new information. “But you don’t know why.” I cleared my throat and began to tell him. “Adam had cheated on me with Lilith for seven years. And he talks about how sinners could never come to heaven, and yet he let her through the gates himself.” I rushed out the words, but as Lucifer’s eyes widened I knew he heard me.

“Lil-Lilith is in heaven?” His voice broke. “Didn’t you know?” The whole reason I never mentioned her was because I had thought he knew all this time.

He shook his head as tears began to form in his eyes. He loved Lilith and he still does. I didn’t doubt for a second he needed comfort.

I wrapped my hand around him and brung him in for a hug. He clung to me and cried. The only word he spoke was ‘why?’. The same question I had asked since the minute I found out.

“DAD?!” Charlie knocked on the door frantically. We immediately situated ourselves and when he opened the door, we look good as usual. “Yes, Charlie?”

She was panting but her words came out clear as day. “The extermination is still on, and it’s happening next week!”

What the actual fuck?!

—

We got a meeting set up with Heavens high court the next day. I was surprised they allowed Lucifer through the gates as well. The only rule was people of heaven couldn’t know it was him, so he couldn’t go introducing himself as, ‘hi I’m Lucifer, ruler of hell. Your are?’

We walked behind Vaggie and Charlie as Emily and Saint Peter showed everyone around heaven.

Lucifer looked around all the building and shined a big bright smile my way. It was nice to see that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was so rare too. I was to busy talking with Lucifer I hadn’t even noticed we passed Adam and Lute.

(Third POV)

Adam spat out his drink as he saw Y/N and Lucifer walking smiling at each other. The fuck was HIS wife doing walking that fucking duck-Imp face?

“What the fuck is he doing here?” He asked Lute as if she had all the answers. “I don’t know what they’re doing here sir.”

“It doesn’t even matter, I’m fucking ending this shit now. No way is he getting her.” Adam went to go after them but Lute grabbed ahold of him. “Do you want a fight between first man and the devil in the middle of heaven?!” Adam didn’t even need to think about it the answer was yes.

“Better than waiting for the fucking extermination.” Lute was quick to sush Adam. “What was the extermination one rule?” Adam grounded out like a child. “No one but the exterminators can know about it.” He took a long sip of his drink before speaking up again. “Don’t fucking sush me bitch.”

A light formed behind him, revealing Sera. “You should listen to her more often Adam, maybe then you’d still have your wife.” Sera didn’t know the details only that Adam cheated and Lute tried to stop him. “Fuck Sera you can’t sneak up on a guy like that. Also don’t bring her into this.”

Sera rolled her eyes. “Lucifer set up a meeting for his misguided daughter. I want you to put an end to her silly beliefs.”

Adam shook his head to the taller angel. “No can do, I don’t want Y/N mad at me for the rest of eternity.” Sera glared down at the first man. “You’ll do this unless you want Y/N banished. With Lucifer.”

Rage came across Adam eyes at Sera’s threat, but his mask did a good job in hiding it. “I’ll handle it.” His voice was so cold, even Sera got nervous. She obviously didn’t mean she would actually banish Y/N but it was one of the only ways to get Adam to do his work.

— (Y/N pov) —

I laid on the bed as me and Lucifer walked in our shared room. We had gotten to rooms in the hotel. One for Charlie and Vaggie. The other for me and Lucifer. We wouldn’t be staying the night, so it wasn’t like we were sleeping in the same bed.

“She’s here, Y/N.” Lucifer voice filled the silence. “What should I do?” His voice was soft and his expression was delicate.

“You should go see her.” I may not like the woman but he still does love her. “If you don’t you may regret it.” His eyes drifted away from me and to the window. “Everything is so much different now. I wouldn’t even know where to look.” I couldn’t help him. I didn’t know where she lived. The only reason I knew Adam was with her was because of Lute. Though I swore I wouldn’t sell her out.

“Do you miss it here?” Dumb question, but a reasonable one to ask. “Yeah. I miss seeing the good.” I turned his head to me and looked into his beautiful crimson eyes. “You see it everyday in the mirror.”

I don’t know who leaned in first. I don’t know who kissed who first but I knew we were kissing. And I knew I liked it.

A knock pulled us away from each other I hurried to open the door, thinking Charlie needed something. But my suspicions were wrong as Adam walked past me and into the room. He looked to me and even with his mask on I could see the fury in his eyes. He turned to Lucifer and that when I saw it. My lipstick had smudge on his lips. My eyes widened as Lucifer stood up. Adam gave him one more glance, and I for sure thought he was going to try and kill him, but he didn’t. Instead he gave him a little paper as he turned his body to me and kept his eyes on me the whole time he spoke.

“That’s the address you’ll find Lilith.” Lucifer was about to speak up but Adam cut him off. His voice still calm as ever, but I knew the wrath behind his voice. “You don’t have long until court. I suggest you get a move on while I have a talk with my own wife.”

Lucifer looked to me and I nodded my head. He needed to see Lilith, to at least get closure. He gave one last glance to Adam and walked out the door.

“What do you want?” My voice was shaky even though I tried to harden it. “What do I want?” His voice still calm as he started to walk to me. “I want you back home. I want you back in my bed when I wake up. I want you at my concerts cheering me on again. I want your smile. I want every part of you.” He backed me into the wall and put his hands on my cheek. “And trust me my love. I will have what I want.” I closed my eyes as he rested his head against mine.

“Why are you here. I said I needed time and space.” My voice still in a whisper.

“I gave you six moths, and as for space, you want to hell. Not sure you can get farther than that.” He did have a point, but I still didn’t know how I felt anymore. “I came to tell you, that Sera wants me to end this hotel. At any cost.” The one thing I asked for is what he’s about to end.

“And you’ll just do it no questions asked? Of course.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I tried to move my head out of his hands but they tightened.

“Yes. No questions asked, because it’s your banishment on the line. I will face god himself for you. I would do anything to keep you happy and safe, so if I have to make you hate me while doing so? So be it.” He says sternly making sure to look in my eyes. Good talk for someone who cheated.

“You cheated. You don’t get to act like you care now.” I pushed him away and started to walk to the window looking out it, rather than him. “I do care. More than anything.”

“And while I’ve been away? How many vista have you given Lilith? Or any other girl for that matter?” He couldn’t go one day without getting his dick wet.

“Unless I went to the office, I’ve been at home. Ask Sera.”

“You cheated. YOU CHEATED! How am I supposed to forgive you for that?” Adam slowly shook his head. “And while you’ve been away, how many visits have you given Lucifer?” He had a right to assume considering my lipstick was still smudged, I’ll admit that.

“He treats me good!” He had became someone I could rely on. “I treat you good. Yes I fucked up. Not a day goes by that I don’t hate myself for it. And even if you do forget and forgive, I’ll still hate myself. I promise you, I feel more disgusted than you ever could.” He grabbed my hand and showed me my wedding ring. “But you see that babe? we promised through lows and highs we’d make it through. Together.”

I felt like crying, he had a point. We vowed to be together no matter what. But he was unfaithful, he broke those vows first. I couldn’t forgive that. Ever.

“We’ll talk again. I promise. I’ll see you in court.” He kisses my hand with my ring finger. “I love you.” And he walked out. Leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.

Why did I miss Adam already?

How is Lucifer doing with Lilith?

Me and Lucifer kissed.

How will court go?

Can we win the trial?

Fuck what now?

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HIIIIIIIII! So I will say that the first time writing this it got deleted. Sooo I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed. I had also gotten another request so I may come out with that one before the next and final part, or I may not. I really hope you enjoyed this part as I had a lot of fun writing it.

- kelp 💛

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[amurih]

Fuck it ima put it out anyway.

COTL AU where instead of staying in the cult Narinder leaves and builds his own little plot of land that becomes a rare occurrence you find while crusading through the different biomes post game.

Like it starts off when the lamb like spares Narinder and he’s like sent to the cult. And is in such a state of shock and bewilderment of what just happened that he doesn’t really know that the lamb is setting up their wedding until he’s at the alter. And he just SNAPS. To trade one prison for another? And to be stuck with the same being that not only took your crown, but your title as the god of death as your jailer? No thank you. Proceeds to walk out while the service is still going.

(I’m not the kind of person to think that he would be murdering or plotting to kill the lamb at every turn or possibly. No I would think that Narinder is smart enough to realize that he cannot fight the lamb in the condition that he is reduced to.)

Anyway, I want Narinder to experience life post-godhood by himself outside the cult. Maybe progressing over time you see how his plot of land develops into a pretty nice home for himself complete with a garden and an actual building/house. Not a hut, but an actual house.

All the while the lamb is going through it. It’s normal game play like one would post Narinder fight. Lore, upgrades, reviving the bishops, mystic seller, etc. All the while experiencing the highs and lows of ascension. I think the lamb would ask the other bishops once they get indoctrinated of how they went through their ascensions went. Only they would tell them that each went through theirs differently, so in the end it wasn’t really helpful.

So going through a process that you have no idea how to get through and the only person who does has fuck off into the land and hates your guts. Really fucking sucks man. So they try to “catch” Narinder while out crusading. Only they don’t find him physically, they find his place of residence while he is away.

I thought of a way to incorporate the quests that Narinder gives you when he is usually established in the cult. Could still be used: like there’s a book left on a table where you could peak in and see what’s going on with the cat that is currently away from his house.

“ I should head to Darkwoods and see if I can find more materials to build that fence and make more paper. Moving materials from one abandon home stead to this place has been challenging enough. My arms hurt after years of being bound to one position for so long...I wonder if camellias still bloom there now that Leshy is gone? If not I’ll have to develop a new alternative for this persistent strain and sharp pains I keep having. Got to get these walls up before it starts raining.”

“Bah! There’s not enough food at the last abandoned settlement let alone seeds. It’ll take long of a walk all the way to smuggler’s cove just to see if that sea louse got any thing. And it hasn’t been that long since the depletion of fish at pilgrim’s passage. I would have just stuck to what vegetables and berries I’ve got growing, but some animal or heratic keeps getting into my garden and stealing my food!when I find the person or thing that is stealing from me I’m going to make them into my fertilizer. In the meantime I should look into Anura and see if those foul mushrooms are still there. If I remember they are just as foul as Hecket when she would screamed about being hungry during dinner…Those should hold me over until I get this unwanted pest under control.”

“The wind and rain coming in through the holes on the side of the house that I use to see if any heretics come to kill me, has gotten too much. I’m tired of having to clean up the puddles of water that enters the home. And the curtains don’t do much in terms of trying to block both of these elements.That stupid squid Kallamar doesn’t need his crystals now that he’s gone. It didn’t help him when trying to hide from me. I’ll go to Anchordeep tomorrow and get some to make crystal windows. They sure would make it more beautiful than their temple…”

“Finally the loom is ready. It’s been a such a long time since I had decent robes. It’s easy to find cotton, but what I really want is a nice, soft, silk robe. One that doesn’t rub against these scars preferably. I miss the old one Shamura they made with their silk. But, that one got destroyed in the fight with that damn vessel. Maybe there is some in Silk Cradle. ”

(I’ll come back to this when I flesh it out more via work time daydreams)

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 17

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 17: now what?

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"Holy Hell toots, you kissed the big scary Radio Demon?" Angel came bursting through the healer's front door.

I casted wind to slam it shut behind him and made myself bigger with my wings extended. "How the hell do you know?"

"I overheard Alastor and Husker arguing," he answered, slightly taken aback at my display.

I turned away from the white and pink Demon and ran my claws along my head, the tips clicking against my horns. Vivian was at my side with a hand on my back. She, Vilcin, and Althea had just managed to coax the same revelation out of me before Angel came in.

"Is this a bad thing?" he asked.

"Yes it's a bad thing!" I spun to face him again. "I got manipulated! I fell for it. I fell for his stupid trick. And I knew what he was doing and fell for it anyways."

"How do you know it was a trick?" He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, maybe he was actually serious."

"Because I saw his memory." I sat in one of the soft chairs and dropped my head in my hands. "I saw him talking to Rosie about how our connection was getting stronger. And how if it was strong enough then I could control my magic and he could feed off it."

"Oh."

There was a moment of silence. I then stood up and paced in a circle at wicked speed. "I'm so angry! At him and at myself." I let out a struggled noise and pulled at my hair. "I thought I was getting better!"

"Was that the only memory you saw?" Althea asked. My trio of friends stood near each other still, unsure of how to help me. "Perhaps that was a memory that happened awhile back. Maybe he has had a change of heart since then."

"He's the fucking Radio Demon. He's not capable of loving anyone." I knew I spoke lies as soon as it had come out. I went silent and fell into the chair again. He loved his mother and sister dearly. Maybe after so many years of living without them, he had forgotten how to love someone.

"Hey." Althea knelt beside me, a gentle hand on my leg. Her green hair was a stark contrast with the dark flooring; it naturally drew my eyes to her. "Maybe anyone can learn. Even him."

"You learned how to love Reagan," Vivian chipped in. Her lamb ears swayed as she moved to kneel on the other side of me. "You were a brutal ring fighter. But now you love and dote on all the children."

"Maybe you should look further in his memories," Althea suggested, "see if there's any other conversations. Feel what he's feeling. It's the least he can let you do."

"I don't know."

There was a long moment of silence.

"So what'd it feel like?" Angel asked.

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"This woman doesn't know how to stay off my nerves." Alastor rubbed his aching forehead. After my disappearance into the haven, he paid Rosie another visit.

"Love isn't trifling," she answered. "I must say though, I'm not sure why she's different than your other female acquaintances. You've never not hit it off with a lady before."

"She's not your typical woman, I suppose." He leaned his chin on the back of his hand and stared off at the window. "Her attitude has always been a problem. Perhaps it comes from her experience."

"She was a caged animal for most of her life," Rosie agreed, taking a sip of the hot tea she made. Alastor had yet to touch his.

"I have done what I can to show I enjoy her company. Why does she not believe me?"

"You two didn't have the greatest of relationships at first," she pointed out, "Not to mention everything she had to deal with when it came to mind magic and her curse."

"Yet our relationship has changed significantly in the past year. It's...annoying," he lifted a single claw from the armchair, "that she rejected my advance when she herself wasn't showing signs of distaste." He paused, eyes flickering up to Rosie's briefly before looking back at the window. "Perhaps my performance was lacking."

Rosie let out a laugh, causing him to pin his ears back in a growl. "Oh goodness, Alastor, I don't think that's the case. If it makes you feel any better, it doesn't seem like she has much experience in that field either."

It did make him feel slightly better. "I'm unsure how to move forward from here."

"She likes honesty." Rosie calmed her laughing and, putting her cup down, walked over to Alastor's chair. "Perhaps it's time you let her into that green mind of yours," she gently poked the side of his head and he leaned away. "Let her see how you truly feel."

He sank further into the chair. "This is stupid."

"This is love, darling."

"Surely this isn't how things typically go."

"You two aren't very typical, nor is your situation."

He tapped his claws. "Blast this woman," he mumbled.

****

By the time my cravings came back, I wasn't ready to deal with Alastor just yet. I had spent two days in Althea's healer hut just to avoid him. On the second day the cravings hit hard and I was curled in a ball for most of the day. Our deal had ensured that I wouldn't be able to live without his blood, without him. I had been tricked again.

Veins squeezing painfully tight, I trudged up the hill to the house. I felt his presence long before I touched the door and slammed it shut.

"Alastor!" I yelled for him. He manifested in the living room a moment later.

"You called." He wore his usual wicked smile.

"I'm still angry at you but the cravings came back," I stated, immediately getting down to business. I had a hand on my chest, nails digging painfully into my skin.

"I understand, darling." He leaned his cane against the fireplace and rolled up his jacket sleeve and the one underneath it. How many layers did he need? "Do accept my apology on the matter."

"Not yet." I buried the fear that was threatening to choke me as I crossed the room.

"I understand." He nodded, offering his exposed arm. He was being uncharacteristically cooperative, but maybe he was trying to make amends. My mouth began to water at the prospect of his sweet blood.

I slowly grabbed his wrist and summoned all the anger I could to bite down harshly. He let out a grunt as my teeth pierced his skin. His black blood soothed the itching in my throat and my veins slowly stopped seizing. My anger died as my body relaxed.

He grabbed my opposite shoulder and pulled so my back was against his chest. My teeth were still in his skin as he pressed that arm harder into my mouth, effectively pinning my head against him. His other arm was around my torso so my claws couldn't reach up to do any damage. I tried yelling but my jaw remained locked in place.

"Now that you're silent, it is my turn to speak." His voice was light but firm. "I understand you are angry with me because you believe I am manipulating you. To a degree, you were correct." I bit down harder and it caused him to wince. "But I understand now that I was merely fooling myself. I greatly enjoyed dancing with you that night. I find myself wanting to be around you all the time. And it infuriates me that Lucifer has permission to look through your mind while I am not allowed to do more than touch you. Even that one is debatable."

Without warning, his presence wrapped around mine and pulled me in his mind. Memories popped up in front of me. Memories of him watching me, close or from afar. I could see myself watching the children on the shore, tending to a crying child, talking with my friends, and reading by the fire after our afternoon sessions.

He also showed his actions that I never saw. Actions like soothing a nightmare after the soul shadow incident or attempting to touch my shoulder or back, but retracting it a second later. I saw the night we danced and felt a strange mix of nervousness and comfort. He looked briefly at my lips right before we kissed.

I blinked back to the dim living room. I had long stopped drinking his blood and now spit and blood were dripping off my chin.

"I am quite infatuated by you. I have grown accustomed to your presence, and dare I say I am not sure how to live comfortably without it. You send a thrill up my spine." He used magic to send warmth up my back as a visual. "I ask that you believe me when I say I want to be closer with you."

The confession left me dumbfounded. Everything was still and the only sound came from my breath on his skin. I could feel his chest rise and fall on the backside of my head. Did he always breathe that fast?

Eventually, I tugged my arm out and he finally released me. I took my teeth out of his skin and turned to face him. He grimaced at the sight of his spit covered arm and used magic to clean it up. I did the same with my chin.

"I don't know how to feel," I admitted, his ears quirked back. "I just...I don't..." I rubbed my arm and watched one of my foot claws scratch the carpet. Poor Niffty was always fixing the holes I was putting in it.

He bowed low like the night we danced. "Then I will allow you the time and space to think." His shadow melted with him and he slipped back up to his room. The room felt colder.

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Author's Note:

Nooooo, but I want him to be closer not further away

[tokoyamisstuff]

Epiphany

18+ | 2,3k. words | Alexander Anderson x gn! Reader | not proofread

A/N: leave this man alone you horny heathens���fucking same

Warnings: oral (male receiving), facial, porn without plot tbh

What a day...

While Father Anderson would never admit that certain aspects of his priesthood were rather bothersome, keeping the confessional was just not a task he was overly fond of.

Even if it wasn't for his thin patience and erratic temper, he was never cut out for listening to the sins of others without being able to punish them for it.

The Paladin moves his head from left to right, groaning at the cracking sound coming from his neck. He's already got backpain from having to crouch down to everyone's height at all times, and spending hours in this narrow box certainly wasn't helping his aging spine.

Noticing the time he thought about closing up and calling it a day, since usually no one visits this late...

...but then he hears the heavy door of the church being pushed open.

Someone makes his way towards the confessional with hasty steps, the almost palpable distraught in them waking his interest.

Let's see if you have something interesting to tell.

"Welcome, child" he greets you in a calm, inviting tone. "God loves you and is here to forgive you."

The voice came out slightly distorted due to a mechanism in the furniture, but you were too upset to recognize him either way. Actually you had looked up beforehand which priest was on duty - however unbeknownst to you, your beloved Paladin was covering up today's shift for his ill colleague.

Still jittery you hesistantly take a seat, shuffling around in the limited space. But you had finally worked up the courage to come here for guidance, so no matter what, you would pull through with it.

Even though it most likely doesn't make those feelings going away, voicing them to an uninvolved would at least partially lift that suffocating metaphorical weight from your chest.

Since you don't begin he initiates, patiently nonetheless. "So tell me, what brings you here today?"

There's a long pause between his question and your answer, struggling with your words even though you've rehearsed them countless times.

"I've been..." you fumble nervously with your hands in your lap, "...harboring improper feelings for a fellow member of the church."

Anderson almost choked on air as soon as he realized who exactly was confiding in him right now. For anonymity your voice came across a bit changed as well, yet the way you expressed yourself so unmistakeable you that the pecularity of the situation left him in utter shock.

Should he reveal that it's him before you say more? Knowing it would probably make you uncomfortable, since the two of you are rather close acquaintaced.

Let alone the fact that due some internal battles, he couldn't possibly stay neutral about this matter anyways...

...no. It had started already, and he wants to be there for you. Also, he's very curious what - and especially who - this was about.

He shakes off those irrational thoughts, folding his arms across his broad chest as he leans back on the small stool. "Continue, lamb. What feelings exactly?"

You bite your tongue. "Romantic ones, I guess. I think this is what love must be like. I-I've never felt like this before." At this point those long suppressed words pour out on their own like an unstoppable river. "He is kind, strong, intelligent...and wildly passionate." Putting a hand over your heart, you sigh dreamily. "I guess my admiration turned into something more profound over time, but lately I started having...improper thoughts about this man."

At this point Anderson was practically seething with hurt and rage, his heart feeling like it's been impaled with every single second of having to listen to your gushing for this stranger.

His own infatuation with you had been a constant torment in sleep and waking hours, though he knew he could never offer you a normal life that you more than deserved. So he bruied those feelings deep inside of himself, only to break free even stronger now that he learned you found someone else, someone better.

Wasn't that what he hoped, prayed for you?

In the end, he was a professional, keeping up the stoic act perfectly - at least on the outside. He merely raises an eyebrow as he nods to himself, voice not wavering in the slightest as he indifferently recites a standard lecture, attempting to detatch himself and be happy for your sake. "We're all human, struggling with temptation is part of our existence. None of us is free of sin, but we must never act upon them."

He bites back the selfish urge to talk you out of it, to somehow twist faith and logic so that you'd give up on pursuing this man. The thing is he just doesn't get the problem in the first place. You're not a nun or similar, so what was this all about?

"...but I have to admit I cannot yet see where this goes against god, my dear. Love is one of the greatest gifts from our Lord, after all. Do you mind to elaborate?"

Tears dwell in your eyes, the lump forming in your throat making it hard to continue. "It's just...I love him very dearly, but we cannot ever be together. It's tearing me apart, Father. I don't know what to do."

"And why is that? Is the man not available?" He was still blissfully unaware what you were on about. You don't seem like the type of person to go after married men.

A strangled sob escapes your throat, hoping the priest takes his oath of confidentially serious. "He never was" you joke bitterly, "He has taken on the vows of a priest, just like you."

Anderson's breath catched in his throat, hands trembling in a mixture of dread and naive hope. "If you allow me asking" he almost whines, "who is it we're talking about?"

You were slightly taking aback by the blunt inquirement, but didn't mind at all. Can't get any worse than this - if anything you were doting on Alexander for so long already, it baffled you that no one connected the dots until now.

"...please, I beg of you, never tell anyone...it's Father Anderson."

Something inside of him snapped that very moment your words drang to his ears.

The Priest falls silent for a while and the more time passes without any response, the worse your panic grows.

"Please..." you plead again, emphasizing every word. "He will never find out. Our friendship is too important for me to ever risk it."

"...and...what kind of thoughts do you have about him, exactly?"

For him to ask something like that out of the blue...but you were aware that your sins cannot fully be forgiven if you don't spill the whole truth.

Whatever helps you rid this guilt from your conscience, you guess.

"Umm...nothing too indecent..." You nervously pick on your clothes, stumbling across every syllable. "Mostly, I just...I want to be near him, but sometimes...my mind wanders elsewhere...I-I wonder what his lips would feel on mine, and I...want to feel his hands on my body, I guess. And to- you know..." Saying this stuff aloud was embarrassing, especially to a man of faith.

Why was he even making you do this?

Anderson listened carefully as he rubbed the growing bulge in his pants, but soon couldn't bear hearing those little gasps of yours anymore without wanting more more more.

"I-Is everything okay, Father?" He made some rather weird noises there, even his breaths sounded strained. "It's nothing, just...just continue..."

The Paladin bites his hand to keep himself from moaning, his other fiercely stroking his aching cock as he listens to your fantasies, having harbored similar ones - if not worse.

Your volume is barely above a whisper now, voice cracking. "I just wish to give myself to him fully, but I could never forgive myself to make a devout man like him stray away from the right path." Laughing at your own foolishness, you add "Not that he'd ever reciprocate anyways."

"Oh, you'd be surprised..."

Suddenly you hear the man in the cabin next to you jolt on his feet, practically tearing off the door separating the two of you.

Seeing Anderson here was nothing short of a nightmare, shock making the reality of your situation only gradually dawn on you.

"You- you weren't supposed to be here today!" you blurt out almost yelling, but he merely grins in a lust-induced haze. "God works in mysterious ways, my dear..."

The Priest is towering over you, face flushed and stern, looking slightly disheveled. Finally your gaze wanders down to the obvious hard-on he's squeezing in his fist, already leaking precum. Due to his height it's conveniently right in front of your face, and it takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to not immediately take advantage of this fact.

This can't be. No way. It must be a dream.

You were overwhelmed, confused, mind racing through thousand things at once. Not knowing how to react you want to avert your eyes from the sin happening right in front of you, but Anderson softly takes ahold of your chin, forcing you to keep looking.

"Oh, you sweet little temptress..." he murmurs heavily, desperately. "You want penance, right?" His cock twitches in anticipation of the idea popping up in his mind, "Earn it, then..."

"Alexander, I-"

"Father" he corrects you with a wolfish smile, the more predatory part of his personality coming through now that his desire was out of control. "Far too late to play coy now, don't you think?"

"It's not like I don't want to, I just...never did this before."

"Neither have I" he encourages you, voice firm yet balmy. He lets his thumb run over your mesmerizing soft lips, slowly leading your face towards the prize you had wanted so dearly, didn't you?

You lick your lips observing him, that small gesture alone making him shudder. He felt so vulnerable like this, presenting himself so bare and needy and downright filthy.

Unsure how to begin, your fingertips tentatively caress his shaft, earning a whimmer he was absolutely ashamed to make. When you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, his hips were bucking oh so very urgently against the skin of your palm, leading the pace.

Eager to learn you boldly let your tongue swirl around his head, briefly sliding across the slid and you could've sworn he gripped the frame of the confessional so hardly that the frame almost scattered.

Closing your eyes you place a tender kiss on the tip before leading it to your mouth, continuing to stroke him at the same time. "N-No..." he wrings out, one hand praisingly on your head. "Don't look away, lamb."

You gaze up at him through still teary lashes and he lets out a shaky breath. "Beautiful, so beautiful...you're divine."

Pushing himself between your slightly part lips, a glurrotal sound escaped his own. The feeling of his cock is foreign and heavy on your tongue, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as you try to adjust.

He notices how you press your thighs together, the friction an insufficient attempt at release. But as much as it pained him to see, he cant bring himself to taint you more than he already allows himself to...yet. "Poor thing...how often did you think about doing this?" You make a small sound of protest yet wont stop bobbing up and down on his erection, and he chuckles darkly at the endearing sight.

Wanting to tease him you apply more sucktion, cheeks going hollow as your pace sped up. "Bloody hell.." Your hands slide under his cassock, the foreign touch being too much to bear. "Tha-at's it, you're good, so good for me..."

His hands are restless, caressing anywhere he can reach; your hair, neck, squeezing your shoulders ever so slightly. You moan, the vibration of your throat against his cock making his head fall back in ecstasy.

It really felt like god has made you just for him.

He grabs a handful of your hair and guides your movements, basically thrusting in your mouth now. Your hands press against his lends so he wouldn't push too deeply if he gets carried away, the feeling of your fingernails digging into the flesh only adding to his pleasure.

Anderson is reduced to a puddle of lust by now, a moaning and trembling mess. He's unable to form coherent words, groaning pleas and curses alike as he finds himself completely at your mercy.

You feel him twitch inside of you before he suddenly pulls out of your aching jaw, grabbing it fiercely before giving it a few more strokes. He holds you in place with his other hand, your name dropping from his lips as he shamelessly covers you with his liquid sin.

His mind is still clouded by the aftershocks of his orgasm, wordlessly staring at the mess he's made on your body. He gasps slightly as you lick his essence from your plush lips, beaming up at him like you had just been blessed.

The Priest utters a quiet prayer as he observes you for a moment longer, a fascinated gleam in his eyes, like he wanted to imprint every detail of this image in his mind.

He quickly stuffs himself back into his pants, hands making the sign of the cross over you before letting it run through his hair. Adjusting his glasses, he lends you a handkerchief out of his pocket and speaks as if nothing happened.

"Your sins are forgiven, lamb" he declares huskily, clearing his throat with an almost innocent smile, before leaning in to place a chaste kiss at your temple. His breath is hot on your ear, lingering in the crook of your neck to dwell in your touch and scent just for a bit longer.

"Go in peace" the Priest then orders, voice dropping an octave deeper as he adds "...but feel free to come back to me, shall you struggle with that...temptation again."

[rorywritesjunk]

Let’s be one another’s present tense

Buggy ‘rescues’ you from an abusive situation, and after a less than stellar introduction, he has you audition for his crew to keep you safe. You want safety, security, and joining a circus seems like the best idea.

Rating: This chapter borderlines NC-17 nearing the end.

Warning: Swearing, Buggy gets mad in this chapter, there's interrupted sexy times. Mentions of blood and a head injury. Buggy also gets stressed. Cabaji fucks upppp. Maybe slight misuse of Devil Fruit powers?

A/N: I think from here the story may start having more sexy times in it, just a warning.

Title comes from “Crater Lake” by Lady Lamb

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6 + Chapter 7 + Chapter 8 + Chapter 9 (NC-17) + Chapter 10 + Chapter 11 + Chapter 12 + Chapter 13 + Chapter 14 + Chapter 15 (NC-17) + Chapter 16 (NC-17) + Chapter 17 TAGLIST: @lostfirefly @neuvilleteismybby @fluffybunnyu @sinning-23 @the-angriest-angel @ane5e @fanshavegottensotoxic @honey-deerling

Chapter 8

Being a target was… a little unnerving at first. You had to stay as still as possible, to not move in case one of the knives struck you, but it was hard not to flinch or shy away when they flew at you and sunk into the target behind you. And it didn't help that Cabaji looked nervous when he first started throwing sharp objects at you. If he even knicked you it could be the end.

In the past, having objects thrown at you had you dodging them, even trying to use your arms to deflect them, but now you willingly stood and waited for things to be thrown at you. 

And then Cabaji started doing just fine, making sure not to hit anywhere near you at first, to get you used to the sound of the knives hitting the target, and this was just the first practice. And maybe he got a little too cocky because he continued throwing, the knives getting closer to you until you felt something graze the size of your head. When you put your hand up to touch where you felt the knife, you were surprised to see some hair was in your hand as well as blood.

Oh. 

~

While you haven't been around that long, that was the first time you'd ever seen Buggy that angry. Cabaji managed to just get screamed at until Buggy was red in the face, limbs splitting apart even, but you were taken away by others to make sure you were okay, which disappointed you a little because you were interested to see how angry Buggy was going to get.

As long as it wasn't directed at you, you didn't mind seeing your boyfriend angry. It was… kind of hot in a way to you. But you weren't about to say that as one of the freaks trimmed the hair around the small wound, making sure it was cleaned and cared for, because Buggy stormed in at that moment, still seething as he knocked the freak out of the way to look at you.

“This was supposed to be a safer option.” He grumbled under his breath as he took a look at the injury. 

“I'm fine.” You told him as you gently pushed him away. “Let them finish up then you can touch me.”

He didn't like being told that, so he moved to your other side, arms crossed as he glared down at you. It wasn't that you were scared of him, but you didn't want the freak tending to you to get nervous while they fixed you up with him standing right there, the anger radiating off him. He wanted to keep it under control for you, to not upset you, but you would have rather he went and screamed at Cabaji some more. Why couldn’t he just go do that for a little bit longer?

He put his hand on your shoulder, watching as more hair was trimmed away to accommodate the bandage. You reached up to touch Buggy's wrist, just to reassure him you were okay, while doing your best to keep your head still.

“Guess I'll be sleeping on my left side for a bit.” You joked, but Buggy just gave your shoulder a squeeze as he looked over the wound.

“She'll be okay, right?”

“Yes, Captain, it's just a graze.”

“Lots of blood for a graze.”

“Head wounds can bleed, Captain. She'll be fine.”

“I'm fine.” You insisted, but Buggy was ignoring you. There had to be a safer option for you, even if it wasn't performing. You told him early on that you couldn't sew, cook, or do much of anything, but there had to be something.

It was only a few more minutes of keeping still until you were done and before you knew it, Buggy was taking you back to your room, fussing over your injury and new haircut.

“It was just starting to look good, too.” He sighed as he touched your head around the injury. “Now we'll have to start over.”

“Glad your concern is my look and not my health.” You replied sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you sat down on the edge of the bed. “I'm fine so please stop fussing over me.”

“I’m going to fuss since it was my idea that got you hurt!” He snapped as he stomped around the room in front of you as he tossed his jacket and hat aside before taking off his bandana next. “Can’t have you in water, can’t have knives thrown at you, I don’t know what to do!”

“I don't know either, but I'm sure we'll figure something out.” You said as he kicked the chair in front of his vanity. “Buggy, hey, it's okay. You don’t need to worry, please.”

“I brought you here to keep you from getting hurt and now…” He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I don't know what to do.”

He started pacing but you reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him and pulling him over to you. He looked at you confused, feeling antsy now from the stress and adrenaline of what happened. You got hurt and he wasn't even watching when it happened. At least when you were in the tank he had his eyes on you, but the first time he didn't watch and you got hurt. He wasn’t able to stop it.

“Will you sit down and just breathe for a moment?” You asked, sounding annoyed. “You're starting to stress me out.”

“You're stressed out?!” He exclaimed as you held onto his hand. You narrowed your eyes at him and he listened, taking a seat beside you. You put your hand on his chest, over his heart, and took a slow, deep breath. He gripped your hand tightly but followed along, starting to feel himself calm down after a few minutes. The breathing was something another freak taught you early on to calm yourself before getting too overwhelmed and it was something you had started to do with Buggy when he was becoming too distressed. 

“Buggy, please don't worry about this.” You told him calmly, keeping your voice low as you wrapped your arms around him. “Cabaji and I can still do this, okay? It was one little incident, nothing major. I'm fine, I barely felt it.”

“But-”

“You're in charge, I know, and if you really don't want me to do it then say so.” You continued. “Just say the word and I'll find something else.”

He hesitated. He did trust his performers, and he wanted to trust that you wouldn't get hurt. Ever since he rescued/took-you-from-your-ex-in-a-sketchy-deal, he's had this overwhelming urge to protect you and keep you safe. He remembered how you looked when he first saw you, the bruises and black eye, and the fear you had in your eyes when you were brought to his room, it was something he didn't want to see from you. He just wanted you to feel safe now that you were with him.

He didn't know what to say or how to respond. His mind was racing as he tried to think of something for you to do because he didn't want you to feel useless, nor did he want any of the crew to get the wrong impression about your position here. Yes, you both were a couple, but he didn't give you special treatment (for the most part).

You sighed, brow furrowed as you leaned over to kiss his cheek. “Buggy? I need you to stop thinking.”

“What?” 

“You're thinking too much.” You told him as you pushed him back onto the mattress before swinging your leg over to straddle his thighs. “I can hear the gears turning in there and it's too loud to be turning out nothing.”

Now he was trying to wrap his brain around what you said, whether or not you insulted him, but you leaned down to kiss him to get his focus back on you. He placed his hands on your hips, sighing against your lips as you started to undo the buttons on his shirt. He grabbed you by the wrist.

“You don't-”

“I want to, Buggy.” You assured him as you kissed his cheek. You two have yet to go further than kissing and touching since you told each other your feelings. You had initially been hesitant and Buggy didn't push it, not sure what all you had really been through (nothing, you hadn't been through anything but you just weren't ready at the time). And right now, you wanted your boyfriend to stop worrying about you, to relax and let you take care of him.

He nodded and sat up, popping his arms from his shoulders to make it easier to remove his shirt. It was a little weird when he did it, but you were used to it. You tossed the shirt aside before you started to undo his pants. His hands went to unbuckle his boots and remove them, making it easier for him to get naked. you climbed off him long enough to remove your own clothes, tossing them into a pile before you climbed back onto his lap. He looked you over before flipping you over onto your back, catching you off guard and getting a surprised yelp out of you.

He reached down to touch your cheek, fingers moving up to the bandage on your head. He hated seeing it but you reached up to grab his head, pulling him down for a kiss as you wrapped your legs around his waist. That seemed to distract him enough for him to grind his hips against yours, letting out a string of curse words and gasps. His hand moved between your legs, touching you, teasing you, making you whine softly for him.

“Please-” 

“Shh, shh, I got you.” He murmured, forcing himself not to rush anything. He didn't want to risk hurting you or making it uncomfortable. It needed to be perfect. He could feel how wet you were already as he teased you at first before he pressed a finger into you, swearing softly at how tight you were. “Ah, fuck, love.”

Before he could go any further, however, there was a pounding at the door, startling the both of you. Swearing, Buggy left his hand with you before stomping at the door to see what was going on, opening it just enough to peek out at the freak standing out there.

“What?!” Buggy snarled. You let out a moan behind him and his other hand went over to cover your mouth. He didn't need someone getting a view of you on his bed like that with his hand between your legs. “I'm busy!”

“J-Just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“She's fine!” He snapped. “Don't come here again unless something is wrong, understand?!”

He slammed the door shut with his arm, swearing angrily at being interrupted. Didn't they know better? No one was to bug him in his room unless there was a true emergency - the tent was on fire, Marines were coming, or other pirates were sighted. Checking on you while you were under his care did not warrant an interruption.

When he got back to the bed, you were staring up at him, wide-eyed in surprise. He pulled both his hands back from you, wondering if he scared you just then since that was the last thing he wanted. 

“Babe, Cupcake, I’m sorry-”

“Uh, no, no.” You shook your head, reaching to pull him back down for a kiss. He hesitated, he wasn’t sure he was up to it now. He was pissed at being interrupted. “No, no, it’s okay, um, it happens.” 

“It shouldn’t have happened.” He mumbled as pulled away from you to grab your pajamas, tossing them over to you. Sighing, you got dressed, feeling frustrated at being interrupted, not so much at Buggy’s reaction. He was already worked up from your injury, and to have been interrupted while he was with you made him even more upset. He kicked his boots away as he moved to his side of the bed, laying on top of the blankets as he sank back into the mattress. 

You debated joining him, wondering if maybe he wanted to be alone, so you stood at your side of the bed, chewing on your fingernails as you watched as he closed his eyes. Did he want to be alone? Should you leave for a while and come back? Communication was something you were working on, and you hadn’t quite reached the ‘silent communication’ stage of the relationship. 

Buggy opened his eyes and turned to look at you. “Are you going to join me?”

“I was waiting to see what you wanted.” You told him as you crawled onto the bed and settled down beside him. “I didn’t want to assume anything.”

He rolled onto his side, arms wrapping around you as he kissed the top of your head. He just sighed, taking a look once more at your injury before he laid his head back down. “Imma figure somethin’ out, Cupcake. Don't worry.”

“I won't, Buggy.” You murmured as you closed your eyes. “I trust you.”

[sashi-ya]

𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴 𝟑𝟎𝟏 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ𓂃 ࣪˖ byakuya k. x m! reader

⤹˚ synopsis. "I got so scared, I thought no one could save me. You came along, scooped me up like a baby. Every now and then, the stars align. Boy and boy meet by the great design. Could it be that you and me are the lucky ones this time?" - Lucky Ones by Lana del Rey.

requested by: Anonymous ➡ Sweets Hotel Ruby, Shibuya. for sub! Byakuya x male reader pls! Byakuya and reader discover a couple of kinks together! (You can decide which kinks!) tw: MNDI. Byakuya discovers what it is to be loved by a man. pure bromance that turns into romance. first time anal sex. usage of sex toys. rimming. mutual masturbation. usage of alcohol. purely inspired by this specific room at the Sweets Hotel Ruby (room 301) wc: 4.6k masterlist

It hasn’t been easy for him since Hisana passed. A lonely CEO, and heir of all the Kuchiki Industries for himself.

Rich, so rich. And lonely, and oh, so sad.

“I’m tired of telling you that you should go out once and for all, Byakuya” you demand, lying on his office huge -expensive- couch.

“And I’m tired of telling you I am not in the mood…” Byakuya sighs, as he fixes his glasses and keeps reading whatever documents he has on his desk.

You sigh, too. He hasn’t been able to scape the grief of his late wife. He couldn’t, even if that happened more than two years ago. You’ve been there, on endless nights where he couldn’t stood up from bed and those when you needed to drag him to the couch from his desk when he passed out over it from exhaustion. Nothing, absolutely nothing related to enjoyment had been a part of his life since Hisana’s death.

“You can’t live the way you do, Kuchiki” you grunt, standing up and walking out… offended, with your hand on your belly, barely lifting your flowy white shirt.

You have tried helping him before, but he hasn’t changed. You know he won’t. But you tried… However, this time, things take an interesting turn.

“FUCK!” Byakuya growls, followed by the sound of dripping liquids on the floor.

You quickly turn around to discover your best friend covered in -luckily- already cold tea. His white shirt completely dampened, his black suit trousers as well.

“You idiot, what happened?” you tell him, running to where he is sitting.

Byakuya doesn’t answer, he stays looking down at the damp patch on his clothes. His façade stays concealed by his onyx strands of silky, long hair raining down.

Your eyes soften; perhaps you’ve been too hard on him. Maybe it is time to be a little more sweet, like the first months when he wasn’t that hostile towards the whole world.

Your hands land on his shoulders, and your chin on the crown of his head. Staying there for some minutes, none of you two dare to speak nor say anything. A soft sobbing fills the ambience, and your heart breaks like porcelain being thrown with force to the ground…

How hard it is to see your best friend suffer… And how hard it is to keep hiding how much you love him, too.

“Byakuya, let me help you. You will get sick if you keep your clothes that wet” you whisper, lovingly and pitifully. There is honest worry in your words, but there is also desperation for him to cover up. The shirt has become see through, and despite knowing how he looks naked, the way his abs are showing so lustfully through it is killing you… guilt and need. Byakuya doesn’t like men. Or so you think. But even so, you are for him as close as a brother.

He takes some time to answer but finally nods in acceptance. He looks at you with steel night sky eyes flooded of incipient tears and the stare of a lamb that’s being taken to a slaughter.

You let him stand up, but he doesn’t walk away. Byakuya stands still, crestfallen, in front of you. He is waiting for a hug; you are sure of it.

You open your arms and let him come to your embrace, surrounding him once his wet chest hits yours.

“I know I’ve been a heavy burden for you. I am sorry. I know I can’t keep living the way I do…” he whispers, almost with his lips on your neck. Yet, his posture keeps being as “masculine” as commonly conceived can be.

“You are never a heavy burden to me, my… friend” you murmur, with your hand on his back tracing soft almost non-existent circles.

 Perhaps it has only been a few minutes, or maybe all the night but you would want for his body to be that close to yours as long as possible. However, you can feel his slightly shivering. “Come on, you need to change. You have a change of clothes in here, right?”

Byakuya nods, and slowly your hug breaks apart. You watch him walk to the part of his office that’s also a mini room. Byakuya asked for it to be built there, as the workaholic responsible ruler of his family economical emporium he is.

Soon, he comes back with a similar change. A lot more relaxed, though. Byakuya is not wearing a tie and has changed the Italian leather imported shoes to Gucci sneakers.

“I’m ready. Let’s go somewhere and drink something” he says, putting his hair into a messy hair bun.

Your heart wants to jump off your chest; your throat goes dry. Byakuya stands in front of you, looking handsome, with still a light pinkish halo around his eyes from crying but with a mild-mannered look that invites you to feel dizzy.

“You- you wanna go to a bar? Sure” you blink repeatedly, but couldn’t waste the opportunity of making your friend feel better… even if your insides were a total mess.    You repeat yourself to stop seeing him as more as a friend, but still, you are glad your shirt is flowy and long enough to cover your crotch…

The streets of Tokyo, are as always as busy as humid. Somehow it always rain during these nights. The lights reflect on wet spots as well as your manly walk through the Shibuya cross.

Many girls giggle as you pass, paying special attention to Byakuya’s unfriendly -and extremely hot- sight. He walks with his hands on his pockets, so unintentionally sensual he can be probably mistaken by a famous model.

You try to look away, but it’s almost impossible. Who would like to miss his attractive façade bathed by neon lights?

“I don’t know any fancy bar, we should have come with the car” you chime, trying to look for conversation, even if you are very used to him being silent and reserved.

“I am not searching for a fancy place; I want a cheap one. The cheapest you can find. I want to meet a common woman, someone” he says nonchalantly, almost incurring in a highly destructive future behaviour.

You swallow… “a woman…” you sigh, out loud.

Byakuya stops right on his feet. “What? Should I stay alone forever?” he asks, almost offended at you. You were pushing for him to go out and now you don’t want him to have “fun”?

“No, I meant… never mind. I know a place…” you murmur, it hurts your soul… but it is what it is.

Byakuya notices the change in your face, but he prefer to stay silent and look away. The little shadows casted on his cheeks by his long lashes kill you, but you look away too and start walking.

There is tension. A tension you never felt before in between you two. You swallow and guide him through little streets to get to a rather calm bar. You however, focused on the word “woman” forget that such place is very close to a rather famous -but curious- establishment…

“What the hell?” Byakuya asks, looking the front of that exact place once you get there. A hint of laughter can be detected in his voice, but he still remains confused and perhaps even grossed out by the lack of “taste” of the building.

You can’t help but burst out laughing. Of course, Byakuya Kuchiki has never been to a love hotel, neither he needed to.

“Ah… I forgot about this place. That’s the Sweet Hotel Ruby… curious right? It’s a love hotel” you inform him, as Byakuya gets lost on the ridiculous and big decorations of the entrance.

The hotel has pink walls and enormous sweets ornaments placed all over them. It looks like a candy wonderland, like a gigantic cake… there are even three big ice creams sculptures by the entrance. And not to mention the cringey -perturbating- animatronic tree with a face inviting you to come inside.

Byakuya stands there looking at it with disgust, but still curious.

“I’ve never been to a love hotel” he drops an info you already knew. “I was sure you haven’t” you answer, scratching your nape. “Let’s get a room” Byakuya suggests.

You panic. Does he know what a love hotel is?

“Byakuya… do you know the purpose of this places? It’s not a normal hotel” “I know, people come here to have sex. But I wanna see how it looks on the inside. I might invest in one if I find the rooms fancy”

You massage your temples. Byakuya is as serious and mature as equally immature like a kid. He enjoys fancy weird looking things, and you are sure that if he invests in the build of a love hotel there would be those “wakame taiishi” figures he invented all over…

“Sure, if that’s your calling. Let’s go” you accept; torturing yourself, never in a million years you would have thought of visiting a love hotel with Byakuya… even if the idea of loving his body has been floating around your mind since the day you met him.

He gets inside first; Byakuya lacks any type of shyness when it comes to “a business opportunity”.

Fortunately for you, there aren’t people at the countertop but a machine where you get to choose the room, the time you wanna stay and the things you would like to consume inside.

Byakuya, who’s wallet has never been empty a single time in his life, picks the most expensive room and the most ridiculous option to drink. “mhh… bubbly romance combo? I have never tried this normal people champagne… and those chocolates? why not?”

You cover your face; he is probably not aware of this place not being a “friends” spot to hangout, much less ordering the “bubbly romance combo” to enjoy on a room that’s meant for… fucking.

As soon as the confirmation of payment came on the screen, the instructions were clear. “Go to the third floor and turn right. The room number 301 will be ready for you”

Byakuya walks first, he acts as if he was at the Sheraton hotel while you can stop your mind from running wild… those pants look so absolutely good on him…. the small of his back would look so beautiful arched as he bends in all four over the bed of this hotel… what if I get to drink champagne from his collar bones…

“(Name)… (Name)” Byakuya’s deep voice breaks your lustful dream.

“Hmm? What?” you ask, as you keep walking through the equally maximalistic decorated with sweets patterns walls of the hotel hall.

“Stop walking, this is the room”

Byakuya opens the door and the soft pink lights, like a cherry blossom spring, hits your eyes. Inside, there is, once again, 3D replicas of cookies, chocolate covered almonds, marshmallow hearts and many types of desserts wall mounted. However, the most interesting piece of furniture has to be the bed; a bed that looks like a shell sculpture made out of chocolate, with donuts pillows on top.

“What the fuck is this place?” you ask, trying to understand what the designer was thinking about when he chose to go with that.

“I have absolutely no clue, but it has to be the most interesting room I’ve ever been to” Byakuya says, genuinely interested in such grotesque crime against good taste.

“Well, that’s for sure…”

The long-haired hot CEO takes his sneakers immediately after closing the door. You do the same, grateful for your socks being in between your soles and the ground. You aren’t sure what type of strangers’ bodily fluids the furry white rug on the floor harbours inside of its fibres.

You take a look around, finding the place to be an extremely easy place to hide cameras, but that is not something you will tell Byakuya. After all, nobody is getting naked in here tonight, right? It’s just a curious pair of friends visiting an infamous love hotel…. Right?

It doesn’t take much for the workers to knock on the door and leave the “Bubbly Romance Combo” right by the entrance. You get the tray inside with hot cheeks and quickly close the door.

“Oi, here it is your combo. Are you aware of what this is?” you ask, looking back at Byakuya and noticing him lying on the bed like if he was some kind of god waiting to be fed -well, at least that’s to your eyes-

“Yes, chocolate and champagne. Bring it, I’m hungry” “Remember you can’t take much alcohol at once, bro…” you tell him, knowing him very well; maybe even better than himself.

Byakuya rolls his eyes at you; the arrogant look you melt for is back. “We are not young anymore, (Name). I can’t take it like a man”

“I hope you can… take it like a man”

Soon both of you indulge in the delicious taste of spicy chocolate bon bons and more glasses of champagne that you can remember. It doesn’t take much time for Byakuya’s cheeks to become as red as apples and his laughter finally blooming like beautiful cherry blossoms.

Like two adolescents on those sleepovers at your home, both have fun chatting about random nonsense. And you couldn’t ask for more, after all… coming to this place had to be the best idea Byakuya could ever had. Until…

“So, you aren’t getting married or what? Don’t tell me you are into boys” he asks, rather loudly. Byakuya still has a low tolerance to the bubbly beverage.

“Why you ask? Asshole. You wanna make fun of me, don’t you?” you spit at him, visible annoyed at him for asking; however, why you are that annoyed Byakuya doesn’t know.

He frowns. “You don’t need to be that rude, man. You could have told me you didn’t want to talk about it. Fuck you” he growls. Manners are gone when his blood has a hight percentage of alcohol mixed in.

Byakuya takes yet another chocolate and turns around in bed; he lies on his side and closes his eyes. He is mad, but also acting like a kid.

You notice you fucked up, so you reach out for him. You shake him softly by his shoulder, but you only receive yet another “fuck you”. However, you keep trying.

“Hey, come on, I’m sorry” you sigh, trying to force him to look at you.

“Stop touching me” he suddenly snaps, turning around and pushing you against the bed. Byakuya crawls on top of you, with a dizzy head and a fist ready to be plastered on your face.

“So, you wanna fight me, don’t you? Why? What have I done?” “Nothing” he tries to punch you, but you grab his hand by his wrist.

“You can’t even strike a blow. You are too drunk to fight. Plus, if I hurt you I could leave your handsome face marked for the rest of the week” you tell him, regretting the “handsome face” commentary.

His pupils dilate, his eyes fix in yours. You can see him biting the inside of his mouth, as his arm trembles within your squeeze.

It is, perhaps, too late for you to notice his hips straddled on your lap. And probably, it is too late too, to notice the growing hardnesses of both of your crotches.

Maybe, for just some minutes the time becomes slow… slower. Byakuya’s eyes turn sloppy, your lips barely separated, your pumping heart being the only sound gushing in your ears.

You can’t stop your hand from suddenly pulling from his arm, neither your lips from crashing against his in a violent, sexual kiss. A kiss that he seems too naïve to follow, that deepens with barely seconds. The sweet and sour taste of your tongue, feels more than delicious to him.

When the kiss breaks, but Byakuya doesn’t want to stand up from lying on your chest, you spit words you are sure he doesn’t need to hear but your heart needs to scream… “I do like boys, yes”

Byakuya takes a deep breath, and before kissing you back with desperation he murmurs “Thank God…”

You place your hands on the sides of his hips, to pull him even closer. Your sex graces his, finding with pleasure how hard he feels against yours.

You push him down, encouraging him to hump. And he does, almost immediately after you do. Byakuya is desperate, perhaps for your touch or maybe any touch… but you don’t mind, you really couldn’t think of anything else but enjoying the taste of his body at least one single time.

Your fingers travel a little up, lifting his shirt up, untucking it from the black pants that look beautifully tight to his legs and ass.

“Byakuya… I must warn you that if I keep on doing this… I won’t be able to stop” you moan, biting his lower lip and pulling from it after.

“Don’t- Don’t stop. I want this…I want you…” he whines, searching for more kisses as his life depends on it.

You smile, of course he wants you. Of course, he does.

You exchange positions with him in a quick motion. While he is the depiction of delicate manhood and dominance, he becomes putty in your hands. You crawl on top of him, moving his locks away from that enchanting face of his; you enjoy the way his cheeks are sprinkled by a reddish glow that is no longer because of the alcohol, but because he is in severe need of being touched, kissed, pleased, loved… fucked.

You lift his shirt off, exposing that nudity you know too well, but never once you were able to taste. His abs, toned and slightly marked… his hard pink nipples, the pale flesh inviting to bite, inviting you to leave endless bloody marks all over it. His belly button, the happy trail down his sex… what a beautiful creation of god you are, Mr. Kuchiki.

His soft hands pull from your shirt towards him, he is aching for more kisses. But you want more than that… you want to hear the sound of the only emotion you never had the right to enjoy coming from him…

Your lips do kiss the commissure of his lips, and then, slowly, sexily, criminally lustful, you go down to his neck. A bite, and then another one. He whimpers, very lowly.

You keep going down, nibbling on his collar bones… oh the wide protruding bones of his chest. The scent of his skin, so deliciously manly but still delicate as the most fragile flower…

You reach for his right nipple, surrounding it with your lips, licking, sucking. With your eyes fixed on his, you nibble on them. His back arches in response to the sharp feeling against sensitive pale pink flesh.

“It feels… good…” he moans, discovering the ambrosial reaction of his body. “It does, Bya-kun? Tell me you want more? You want me to keep going?” you ask, pinching his left nipple with your fingers as you blow some air over his right one.

He nods, loudly whining this time. His voice goes slightly more acute, his body is a mess under your possession.

And then, because it is not enough of a mess to you, your lips keep going down, leaving a trail of kisses up until his belly button and even lower.

He doesn’t even wait for you to take his belt off, nor his pants, and does it all by himself. A wet patch of precum garnishes his grey boxers that makes him blush more than ever before.

“So wet… have you come already?” you joke, in playful and dominant way. “I hav-I haven’t no…” he whispers, getting his hands to his bulge to feel the damp, sticky patch with his own fingertips. “I’m glad, I would love very much to see you cum all over your belly… you want me to help you do this, Byakun?” you ask, sadistically, noticing how much that makes him even harder, to sprout more and more precum… what a beautiful sticky mess, Byakuya-kun.

He keeps squeezing his sex, as well as his legs underneath your hips. Desperate is not even a word to describe this man’s state. This might be a lot more than curiosity; he is so absolutely into a man’s hands touching him that he is even trembling.  

You smile with loving eyes, after all you have loved him since forever. You take his hand away from his needy shaft. Then, planting a sweet kiss on one of his hipbones, you strip him away from his boxers.

Despite you seeing his sex a variety of times -in different, more brotherly situations- this time is absolutely different. Pinkish tip, perfectly groomed and clean. Of course, what would you expect from such a perfect man if not a perfect sex?

You are tempted to devour his shaft in one single blow, but that would be ruining the experience… even if he might be probably wanting it so badly.

But there will be enough time to do that, and instead, you use the tip of your tongue to get a taste of his pre cum while you begin to pump with your hand.

“Such a delicious man you are, Byakuya…” “Am I? how does it taste?” he asks, curious… so innocently.

You smirk, taking a little more of his salty delight in your tongue. It forms a string that loses its form against your chin, but you are good with it.

Getting closer to Byakuya’s mouth, you ask him to stick his tongue out and so he does. You trap it with your mouth, and both share his taste in the most sinful carnal kiss.

“You like your taste, ba… babe?” you ask, shily after naming him “babe”.

He smiles shily, nodding as he swallows. “Yes… thank you… babe…”

For your next step, you suddenly remember you saw when you get into the room. Maybe Byakuya didn’t notice, and you hope he didn’t… it would be such a great surprise.

“I think you would love this…” you chime, standing up to a surprised, blushed, and confused Byakuya.

You get to a shelf where a Hitachi magic wand rests, a common object every good love hotel includes in Tokyo for the couples in love to use.

You show the vibrator, crawling back on top of him. After inspecting it, you find out how to operate it and soon it reaches his sex at low speed.

He grunts loud enough to be heard by half the hotel, and you can’t get enough of it. His nails carve on your hips, his buck up and the small of your back curl more and more.

Your crotch, by now, feels absolutely hard, wet, and needy. Would it be bad to enjoy the warmth of his sex against yours without any clothing in between? Of course not.

While you keep stimulating him, with increasing vibrations, you let your shaft free from the black skinny jeans prison they were in. With extreme care, because even if you couldn’t stop yourself from playing with your best friend’s body touching him with your own still feels somehow illegal, wrong… you have praised him since forever, seeing him as a pure deity that must not be ruined, that must be not broken.

Byakuya’s eyes open wide when the warmth of another man’s dick grazes his. A loud moan escapes his lips, his trembling fingers reach for your kissing members and surrounds them with his whole soft hand.

“I… I…” he wants to say something, he can’t. His cheeks get more and more red, the tip of his nose, the tip of his ears too.

“Byakuya… is this your first time with a man?” you need to know, even if you already do.

“Y… yes…” he informs, feeling the graze of an erection that’s not his own for the very first time.

You stop using the magic wand, and instead, you give him the right space to pump both of you as he pleased. He does, shily at first but more and more desperately as time goes by.

It is beautiful to see the sprouting clear drops of precum mix one with the other, a mess in between his fingers forming strings as he strokes.

And you can feel his twitching intensifying, the little vein on the back of his shaft protruding more and more. And yours, throbbing… aching to be deep inside of him, aching to have his beautiful back facing you, arched up to let you bury into it and bond with him for the rest of the night.

“Let me be the first…” you whisper, in between gasping and grunting.

“I trust you…” he whispers back, knowing you will never, ever hurt him.

Soon, you help him turn around. So inexperiencedly he puts on all fours, so you use your whole palm to adjust his position. Passing it against his naked back, as pale as beautiful as you know it is, looking even more biteable now that he is so willingly ready to receive you in him.

You push down softly, right in between his shoulder blades. His right cheek squeezed against the pillow, his pecs against the bed. His hips up, his knees buried on the mattress.

You take some seconds to admire his whole anatomy, how his hips move side to side so involuntarily as a puppy happy to see his master…

“Byakuya… you have no idea how amazing you are” you murmur, planting a kiss on the small of his back. A skin as soft as his lips and neck. A scent so delicious.

He doesn’t answer back, he just moans softly, trying to reach for his hardness… he can’t wait no more, he needs release.

You smile, and the kisses on the small of his back keep going down until his entrance. The moment your lips touches it, he squirms, and his hips become weak.

“There will be enough time for you to become weak, now let me prep you. You need this so that it feels good to you. Relax for me, ok? You probably know what to do naturally ” you explain, you don’t want to force yourself in; you don’t want to hurt him at all.

He nods; his eyes shut close; his fine eyebrows squeezed in the middle of his frown.

You kiss and lick, slowly and deliciously. You coat his dilating entrance, slowly sliding one finger, feeling how tight his walls feel around it. You are dying to finally penetrate him, but he is not ready until you can stretch him properly.

A few minutes more are enough, however, for him to be ready. You would lie if you found it easy to do; something you have dreamed of for so many nights is finally about to become real.

“Are you ready, Byakun?” you ask, caressing his butt. “Mhj… yes” he answers right away, as he lifts his hips even higher and tries to get closer to your sex.

Your hand slides back to the small of his back, right where those little dimples form. Your other hand on your sex, guiding it to his entrance, previously coated with enough saliva that you hope someday would be Byakuya’s.

Slowly, unhurriedly, measuredly… first your tip, without pushing in, only staying right there. Then, as he throws his ass back, you begin to steadily let it slide inside.

Both grunt with the first intrusion; maybe it is a little painful to Byakuya, but soon enough when he has completely relaxed you begin to move inside his tight, warm, clenching walls.

“Fuck me more… please” he pleads to an astonish you, who is in total heaven by the feeling of his hole.

“Yes, my beautiful boy… just make sure you make a big puddle of cum right under you when you are done ~”

[collar-shocked]

Coming Home

Derek's latest vacation lands him in a position of life or death, in which life seemed ever-escaping. After returning home and recovering, the true weight of his ordeal lands not on him, but on his family.

Authors note: I finally get to include a smidgen of OC into this blog !! Rejoice!! But I also want to elaborate a little bit on Derek's homelife and living situation. Specifically, his siblings, which, technically also count as OC-territory? I don't know. Felt important enough to mention.

Things/Red flags to look out for: Attempted/Implied rape/sexual assault, violence and gore, bodily fluids, vague implied possession.

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The first day is young. There is no more commotion, no more scrambling of feet or heaving of lungs. It seems everyone who has a purpose out here is either hiding from it, or searching for it. Or, in this case, has found and been found by it.

A canteen slams against the sand, the sound of howling laughter following. "Enjoy that one! Gonna need all the nutrients you can get!" Derek zipped himself up, taking one more look at his choice of livestock. A shorter man on the skinnier side- but like, not in the attractive way, in the 'I eat one meal a day and it's a microwavable TV dinner' kind of way. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a weak, pathetic hanging jaw, tongue hung to display his work. The sacrificial lamb, that of which has a name- Bree's eyes found the canteen, resisting the urge to dive for it right now, not wanting to humiliate himself any more than he has already.

His hair was gripped, two almost playful, rough slaps being delivered to his cheek. "Let's see who finds you next." He was then tossed to the coarse ground, left a whiny, breathy mess as Derek hopped on his quad and left the scene. The Frenchman watched as his shape got smaller and smaller, until he finally felt safe enough to move.

Bree lifted his aching body, clothes wetly latching to his skin as the suns rays persisted. His eyes aimed down, looking at the sand directly below him- red and moist, accumulated from the fluids coming from his mouth. His spit. His blood.

And something more.

His stomach began to boil. Becoming dizzy, Bree whimpered and doubled over, retching loudly before a painful shoot released from his stomach and throat, joining the mess already on the ground. God-!! Even the smallest movement of his tongue felt like hell! He felt his eyes swell with tears- No. Do not cry, not now. His attention instead turned to his reward, oh how generous. Giving a small stumble and bend, instant relief filled his core. Oh, it's so cold.. He placed the canteen to the back of his neck, flinching beneath the feeling. He heard somewhere this can cool you down due to the area of circulation. Whether or not it's working, his brain certainly thought it was.

Not that he plans to share. The others in this landscape have made it abundantly clear it's 'me or you.' All that old bastard had to do was keep his mouth shut and Bree wouldn't have been hurt that way. He earned this. Not wanting to stick around for long, he began to move, eventually coming across a large hill to sit atop while enjoying something as simple as water. The sun may have beamed, but the desire to stay away from people outmatched the need to find some shade. Upon opening the bottle, he was.. Incredibly suspicious. Hell no it's not that easy, right? Not from... Scorpion?

..He smelled the water. Nothing. He poured a bit into his palm, examining the color. Seems normal. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking the moistu-

"AAAGH-!!" He jumped back, kicking his feet while slapping a hand over his mouth. How could he forget so soon?! Ice cold water, directly onto his open wound! "I'm such a fucking idiot!!" He shouted messily as blood pooled around his bottom teeth, trying not to use his tongue. Then, he flinched, looking around to make sure he didn't attract any unnecessary attention. Luckily, silence. ...Bree collected himself, eyes finding the cantee- "Shit!!" In his earlier scramble, it had.. Tipped. No, not all of it was gone, but a significant amount of water had been wasted.

It was so gutting. It wasn't just water to him, wasn't just some bottle. It was his sacrifice. His prize for dehumanizing himself at the snap of a finger because he was scared. His canteen now sits at about half full, and honestly?

He's pissed off about it.

Just the kick he needed while he was down. Just the final pluck on his heart-strings provided to make this whole thing feel helpless. Bree wants to go home. Before his cat was left waiting at the door for him. Before his job called over and over and over again. Before his comfort and virginity were threatened.

He wants to go home.

He wants to go home.

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...The third day is young. There is no more commotion, no more scrambling of feet or heaving of lungs, for most have already gone out. No one has caught sight of the cavedwellers for quite some time, as Bree, with his trusty sacrificial blade, had made quick work of them. It was on reaction, an unintentional incident! He's not a murderer! He just didn't want to see whatever happen to that boy happen! ...Killing Dragon was.. It.. It was self-defense, it was..

And now, Bree wanders. Shoulders heavy, feet weak, skin burnt, mind gone. He lazily shuffles through the sand, letting his jaw and eyelids hang halfway while desperately clinging to his canteen, long-since-emptied. He's not sure why he kept it for so long. Some kind of trophy, perhaps. He wandered, and wandered, and wandered, anything but staying in the same place for too long. He didn't even know where he was going. In fact..

..He didn't even know.. Where he was.

Bree turned around, seeing exactly what he saw before he turned. This repeated, beginning to spin, expecting any direction would be different at.. Some point. His ears had a very faint and quiet ring in them as this just kept going. Round and round, nothing new, all surroundings looking the same. Round and round, round and round, round and round, round and round, round.. Round. Round.

He's throwing up. By now, the wound upon his tongue was a distant memory. It's either not hurting anymore, or he's forgotten that it does. There was nothing left in his stomach to release, but his body kept trying anyway. Upon a strong retch, his eyes wettened, the last of his bodies moisture- and for some reason, that just.. Initiated a fit.

Bree is so tired. He's so tired, and burnt, and worn, and his brain is spent, and oh so sick, and he's sick of it. He began to cry. Not just cry, but wail. Like a small child getting lost in a store. His legs gave out, knees becoming sore against the rough sand. He's just so angry! He did everything right! He did all he was supposed to!! He got good grades, he got through college, got a decent paying job, eventually afforded his own house and car and bills, and bills and bills and bills! He missed out on so many opportunities in favor of sticking to his "future plans," just to end up where? Here? In some sick fucks sandbox?

He cried. He cried until his ears began to ring louder. He cried until his body was dry and his face ached. Upon taking in a tight inhale, he came to a terrifying realization-

His ears aren't ringing. That sound is very familiar. A roaring engine.. Wheels on sand..

Someone fucking help him.

Bree tried scrambling to his feet, feeling his exhausted muscles fail him. He got a few inches up before tumbling down, groaning deeply as he pushed his shaky elbows into the ground, listening to hyena-like laughter, and the ceasing of the vehicle.

Derek's shoes met the ground, kicking dirt with his steel toe as he trailed close, playfully spinning his pretty shiny bat. "Look who it is!" Chimed in sport, delivering a hard blow to the Frenchman's head, sending blood to the sand. Now his ears were ringing, a firework of pain spreading through his head like roots. He rolled over onto his back, looking up at both Derek and the sun. Or well, simply seeing them both, but not exactly looking. He's still processing the hit... "You look like shit, ha'gh ha ha! Did anyone else end up messing with you?"

Bree couldn't answer. He held his hands up in defense lazily, fearing the worst. Death is a hopeful wish at this point. He's got nothing left to give. ...Almost nothing.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" A warning shout, staring icy-blue daggers into the other. Bree tried to move upon spotting the fast motion, going too slow, being too weak, and instead taking the kick to his ribs, releasing a loud cry. "Baby's got healthy lungs, so why don't you talk?"

"Iii-I- I'm- It-"

"Aaahh-ah-ah-ah THINK about what to say before you say it, day-amn!" Using his bat as a cane, he pressed the thick end into the ground before bending his knees apart in a crouch, keeping his hands above on the handle. He observed the other, head to toe. His gaze felt predatory. Bree shudders. "..Naaahh! You're not THAT bad off. C'mon, shake it off, it's no fun when you're just layin' around."

Look, Bree is trying. Now that he's laying down, he feels so rested. Even his adrenaline can not carry him away. "H-How did you even-?.."

"Find you? I mean, I wouldn't have if you weren't throwing a tantrum. So thanks for that. What was that about, anyway? Finally losing it~?" Derek teased his purchase, tilting his head far to the right with a long, light hum. Bree swallowed dryly in apprehension. This apprehension was met as Derek suddenly moved in, bottom lip sliding beneath his upper teeth while parting his knees over the other mans stomach, releasing his bat to find his belt. Bree began to weakly cry out, using whatever strength he had left to push against his attackers stomach- "Trynna cop a feel? HAHA! Don't worry! You'll get more than enough~."

Bree begins to swell with fear and anger. He's right. This jackass is right.. He's not going to save himself if he focuses on Scorpion. He needs to put his focus elsewhere- on himself. The position they're in is tight, but not impossible. He has some wiggle room between the sand and the others pelvis- but not enough.

Bree is a smart man. That is what Derek has forgotten. The blond lifted himself to lower his pants- flinching as Bree took his opportunity. His victim rolled quick onto his stomach, officially unlocking himself from him- now attempting to crawl away, dragging his fingers and elbows through the sharp, oh so sharp sand. "Ah-ah-aaahh~! Fuck do you think YOU'RE goin'?!" Derek cheered, digging his fingernails into the other mans hips, forcibly pulling his boxers down while keeping him still, unintentionally causing so much more pain. Bree squealed in fright and agony before quickly turning around, and..

He's been blinded.

In a single moment, Bree, with a handful of sand, launched it back into Derek's face. Into his nose. His mouth. His eyes. He howled in pain and scoot back, both hands gripping his face as a late defense. Bree scrambled away to make distance, still being unable to lift his weak knees easily. His body shook. His brain stirred. His stomach boiled and eyes ran dry. He watched Scorpion writhe and panic, wiping his eyes clean as he spit and panted the earths natural weapon away. Another opportunity. Bree begins dragging himself close on his knees, removing the bloodied blade he kept hidden in his underwear.

Derek peeked at the other through a squinted eye, not being able to react before the knife was pushed into his abdomen. As the blade tore through his skin, he froze completely, feeling disgust, pressure, and burning pain wash over him entirely. Bree, still weak and sweaty and clinging to the handle, was not yet satisfied. He twisted the weapon before roughly pulling it out, sending Derek backwards as fresh, warm blood coated his hands- becoming disturbed at the results of his attack. Derek's legs awkwardly folded underneath the rest of his body while a near inhuman sound came from his throat. Bree, knowing he has time, attempted to carry himself away- until he paused.

...Why continue to run?

Bree struggled to his feet, an effort that took over two minutes. Within that time, Derek came to his senses. He's still a lot stronger. He's still a lot better. With a hand to his wound and the other picking grains from his face, he roared in exhausted anger, eventually finding the effort to sit up. Clothes sticking to him, headband halfway off, eyes sore and body butchered- none of this, none of this compared to the panic he felt upon seeing Bree, already so far away, trying to lift a leg over his bike seat. "Hhh-!! Hey!! HEY YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!!" Bree glanced over with a strange look of calm and continued his efforts. Derek tried scrambling to his feet- being stopped and brought back to his knees by the shocking pain in his stomach. The quads engine began to rumble. "N-NO!!" He cried out to no answer. Within just a few seconds, Bree gave himself whiplash by launching forward, stopping to giggle to himself. "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!!"

"You.. You know what?.." Bree chirped, a voice Derek is silently, admittedly soothed by. "I.. I'm bigger than you.." Never mind. The fibbing tease did not come without threat- the bike now shooting forward, full speed. Derek was not fast enough.

The tires met his body within a blink. Dragging him in a brief roll before leaving him in the sand, pooling crimson from his damaged form. There was a crack somewhere. A crack, and a pop, and a scrape. Cheek pressed tightly against the ground, mouth wide open as he breathes in more of this sharp, irritating sand- his eyes watched the vehicle carefully. For a moment, their eyes met from their distance. ..Bree's gaze softened, and he went on his way.

Mercy.

Derek was too mangled to even process the concept of mercy. He laid in the sand, gasping, pulling at parts of his body- too terrified to look. He flung an arm up, a bloodied hand digging into the sand in an attempt to pull himself. He goes nowhere. Panic sets in. Hyperventilation. Forgetting about the humiliation of being beaten and the insecurity of being stolen from, Derek feels all else but panic begin to fade- desperate writhing stiffly for any movement at all.

His teeth grit as the vehicles shape disappears into the distance. He screams out in a shaky, cracked cry, sounding like a distressed wild animal, fingers dragging across the sand in search of something. Anything. A sensation besides heat, and pain, and wet. There is nothing to feel.

Derek's thoughts lulled him into a much needed blank, barren state. What will become of his family after this? Matthew will ultimately become heir, and while that fucking sucks, can he handle it? Will he be able to carry the weight, the title of eldest Goffard kin? What of his even younger brothers and sisters? Who will guide them through? Will his father finally appreciate him for what he was? Is it Derek's passing that will finally unlock the affection that old brute refuses to give? Where will he end up after this? Is Hell really that bad? Is this really it? Alone, mangled, and discarded?

He spent the next few hours hopelessly tossing and turning in damp, clumpy, dark sand. Dragging his own corpse was nothing short of torturous. He didn't get far, but he didn't stay still, keeping him attached to the idea of survival despite the chances. A few times, in his desperate battle to keep awake, he could have sworn he spotted some kind of.. Will-o-the-wisp. Sweet, sick nothings whispered to him- though he could not understand.

He reached for it and collapsed in the sand, losing himself to the blood loss and exhaust.

......

...There is no third night. Blue eyes meet the world in a white, cool room, with buzzing lights and multiple sources of beeping from a distance. A large portion of his body is kept tightly by bandaging and metals beneath the skin, held lock and key by healing stitches. Being hugged by gauze and wrapping, he found his form was also encapsuled by multiple gazes as well, though he could hardly process this at all. Derek guided his sleepy eyes around the room, capturing the wonky figures he recognized as his father, and a stranger. An unfamiliar nurse. His heart thumped against his chest- they are not at home.

Derek shifted his weight in bed, letting out a load, pained groan as muscle strains him from somewhere. He's too high on painkillers to tell. A touch to his arm sent uncomfortable blossoms all through his body, glancing over to see his father pressing his index and middle finger on his arm, using only these to lower him back into a rest on the hard mattress. "How many times is this going to happen?" The older man questioned, receiving some long-winded, nervous ramble from the poor soul in the room with them. Derek couldn't process any of it. He felt sick. He began to try and remember anything, really. The desert came to mind. He's pretty sure Jack found him, he can remember his mask. Or was it? What was it?

...Blue eyes meet the world to a canvas of grey, and a bouncy resting place. Derek is in the backseat of a car now. He released a loud grumble and raised a fake feeling arm and hand to hold his forehead, catching the drivers, and his fathers, who sits in the passenger seat, attention. Sharp, icy, dagger-like hues met his tired frame. "There you are!" He started, "What have you done to yourself?! I let you out for one day, and you come back a slab of meat!"

"I'm.. Sick."

"Yes you are! Very! At least you're smart enough to agree on that!" The old man continued to scold. In Derek's intense eyeroll, the noise and the words began to fuse and mix, as if twisting together. Derek's boiling stomach kept him busy, focusing on not losing whatever his lunch may be in the back of this car.

...Blue eyes meet the world in a warm toned, comfortable room, with a spinning fan above his bed. He dozed off again... This time, he is at home, safe in his bedroom. The sun is young, and Derek's mind is much more coherent- though the grogginess has not left him. His body hurts. His stomach feels empty and sickly. He feels weak. The humming of the fan and loneliness of the room is enough to cast the spell of sleep on him once again, even if he truly tried to fight it this time.

...A click.

The moon is now beaming against the dark sky. Derek, previously fast asleep, is listening to the chilling sound of his door opening carefully, followed by a creaky floorboard. His brow tilted in frustration, holding in his grumble for the sake of the hunt- catching them in the act. It's not uncommon for his siblings, or servants, to creep into his quarters to see what consumables or valuables he's left laying around. He just.. Can't believe they'd try it while he's down and vulnerable this way. It's disgusting... Especially now that he ponders- how long has he been asleep? How many times has this happened in his rest? With a grit of his teeth, he's decided it wont happen a single time more.

"Nice try, asshole." It came out groggy and lazy, not nearly as cool as he wanted it to sound. All movement ceased as he painfully rolled over to face them, spotting the shape of his youngest brother, standing at only the age of 14. Really? Him? He's a bit gutted. "I moved my stash like, last month."

The room was silent with pride as Derek, metaphorically, pat his own back. Caught him. His smirk hidden by the rooms darkness was interrupted, however, as something.. Unexpected happened.

A sniffle.

Derek groaned, beginning to push against the bed to sit up. It was a struggle, but one given time by his company. Squinting through the shadows, he could see the light through the window brush against his brothers cheek- reflecting off the wetness of his face. Pride and offense turned to quiet worry. "...It's not a big deal, okay? Everyone tries it."

"A-Ah-" The child, Val, short for Valentine, tried to speak, disregarding the others attempt at comfort. His hands pulled and picked nervously at his shirt, and his eyes were anywhere but on Derek. "I-I know we fight a lot," A sharp, loud, shaking inhale. "but I don't wan-nt you to die-" Both sleeves are brought up to wipe at his face, a hushed cry being uncontrollable.

Derek watched in utter emotional distress. What a sad little guy. He ran a hand through his hair and grumbled uncomfortably, trying to collect the right words- but first, one thing must be handled. "Hey." For once, softness. "Hey, hey, c'mon.. Don't do that. You know how dad feels about that." He reached a hand out, tugging at the others sleeve, making him remove his arms from his tearing eyes. The poor thing was in shambles.

His brother continued to sniff in. Just when they thought he was okay, his throat began to whistle once more, rocking himself from his toes to his heels while trying to cease his crying. Derek gave him time. "I tried not to but-" A wet cough. "-I couldn't hold it."

"Just try not to again, alright?" He speaks from experience. Men don't cry. Things go wrong if they do. Derek puffed a long-breath out of his teeth, rolling his eyes before patting his bed- an invitation his sibling very quickly took. He scooted himself up, pulling his knees to his chest to bury his face into. Derek delivered a few weak pats to his back. "Look.. Were you that freaked out?"

"Yeah-!" Their gazes suddenly met. "They ha-ad wires everywhere, and everyone was loud, and they wou-ouldn't let us take you home-" More and more waterworks. The pats on the boys back had eventually turned to firm rubbing- affection he leaned into.

"Hey, come on, dude. Do you really think I would die out there? Me?" He offered a shit-eating-grin, one filled with false confidence. "Had a bad run. Win some, lose some, but c'mon.. I'm not gonna die. Too good for that.." Despite his snicker, he could tell he was unconvincing. With an anxious, shaky breath inward, Derek decided to drop the act. Can't cool-guy you're way through every situation. He let out an annoyed sigh and quickly traced his tongue along his lips, leaning back with a flinch before repositioning his seating- getting comfortable. "Look... It was a close call. I know. But I wouldn't let myself go knowing you're not ready for that, okay? Okay?"

That was a little more convincing. Val began to nod slowly, sniffing and shuddering in his seat. They're not the most affectionate family, but this really reminded him how much he wants to be. The boy carefully scooted and leaned over, taking his eldest brother in for a hug- something uncommon in this household. He was unaware of how much agony Derek was in because of this, and the man never intended to make it known. He likes hugs, too. "Okay.."

Almost a full minute had gone by before they moved away. Val's hair was ruffled in a slap-like motion. "There we go! Have a lil' faith in me, yeah? I wouldn't do that to you guys." Small chuckles now hogged the air. Now.. He really shouldn't. But the kid's upset. "..'Ey, you want a brownie?"

"What?"

"You want a brownie? Can only have one, but I'm feeling generous tonight. Not sure why." Snickers and giggles from both followed. Val shyly nodded, keeping his head down, as if they could get in trouble any moment. "Sweet. Closet, bottom left corner, gotta move my shit."

Val went seeking. Upon finding the discreet brownie-box, he trailed back to his older sibling with a gasp. "You actually have these? Dad lets you keep food in your room?"

Laughter was quick to strike, something Derek immediately regretted, pressing a hand firm into his side. Still such an innocent little thing.. "No.. That's why you can't tell, 'kay?"

"Okay..." He retook his seat before opening the box. They smelled different, but were presented beautifully. "..Only one?"

"Only one."

"Why?"

"You'll start seein' shit if you have any more."

"Oh.. Why?"

"God damn dude! Just eat the brownie!"

In goes the brownie. The two share their incredibly rare, special moment before Derek forces himself out of bed, using slow and careful steps to walk Val back to his own room in their large estate. He doesn't trust the staff. The boy couldn't help but to reach for his hand- not that he succeeded in full. Instead, Val grabbed onto Derek's index and middle finger, something that came as a surprise, but not a bother. Entering his siblings rooms is always a treat- rooms he never occupies. He gets to see what kind of people they are when inside, and this room screams youth and innocence. It was fun! Toys left out, walls decorated with video game memorabilia, drawings taped to the wall, dirty clothes pile in the corner- a true kids room. It was nice to see Val is still allowed to enjoy it.

He stayed in that room. He stayed until he was sure the little guy was back in bed and sleeping. It's the first time Val was able to fall asleep under a protective guardians supervision- something he needed. Derek soon moves on, making sure to shut the door with a hushed click before limping himself to the patio. He's been inside for.. However long. He's been trapped in sleep for days, possibly even longer- some fresh air would be nice... His body feels stiff and sore, and each step carries weight and ache, but the moon and stars and wind will be so worth it. This is something he never thought to appreciate before. Something so simple like air.

Derek leaned his hands against a chair and let his shoulders ease, exhaling slowly and deeply. His eyes scanned the distance. The moving vehicles, the busy town, the lights still blooming in every business- a strange green flickering from a pin-prick sized window sending chills across his skin. He took his sweet time to himself. Just... Thinking.

...Whatever happened to Bree, anyway?

Whatever happened to his quad?

[honeybunnie222]

Lemonade

farm hand ellie x farmers daughter reader

this is part one! my first ever fanfic so pls be nice🙈 the next part will have smut…

For a while, it was just you and your dad on your quiet, quaint, farm. You would help out your father around the farm, tending to the vegetables, and various orchards you had, while your father worked with the animals and did most of the heavy work. But recently your father hired a new farm hand. Someone young and strong; some extra help as he reaches more difficulty with his age.

And lately you couldn't reaallyy focus on the farm.

Her name was Ellie, and something about her quiet nature made you curious.

Her warm freckled cheeks, glinting green eyes, toned arms, and short messy brown hair, made you blush like an idiot after each short exchange you had. No one had ever affected you like this before.

So, you stayed as far away from her as you possibly could. What would happen if she found out about these feelings you’re having? Or worse.. what if your father found out? No. This had to stay a secret, and you had to stay away.

“Ouch!” You winced as you felt the sting of the lemon juice seep into your papercut. “fuck” you muttered under your breath, taking your finger into your mouth and sucking to relieve the pain.

The screen door slung open, then shut. You ran some cold water over your finger, not looking back as you said “Want some lemonade Daddy?“

You hear someone clear their voice. You roll your eyes as you turn around. “Did you hear me, I said-“ You stop abruptly as you’re met with Ellie’s piercing green eyes.

She sucked in a breath, as she took you in. Your long hair was tied in a bow at the back of your head, and your soft curves were framed by short cutoff jean shorts, and a white tank top that left little to the imagination.

“Oh- You startled me Ellie.” you say, nervously wiping your hands on your shorts. “Is there something I can help you with?”

You noticed how the rolled up sleeves of her flannel shirt showcased her taught forearms. You blush slightly, wondering what those arms would look like flexing, as they pump in and-

She cleared her throat again, “Uhh yeah actually. I could use a little help with something ,but your dad went into town, and i’m not sure when he’s gonna be back sooo.” she said her voice trailing off as she leans on the countertop, trying not to gawk too hard at the pretty girl in front of her.

“But you’re uh makin’ lemonade so never mind, sorry for bothering you.” She laughs awkwardly, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Im almost done! I just need to clean up. What do you need help with?” You ask, cocking your head to the side and looking up at her, eager to help.

“The sheep. We have to shear them because it's already summertime." She says, as she pulls out a pair of shears that were slung low on her belt.

You threw away the remaining lemons, and wiped down the counter top quickly. “Alright, I’m ready.” you said smiling. “Lead the way.”

Ellie grinned and gestured for you to follow.

The sun was already shining brightly. Ellie’s arm wiped the sweat away off her freckley face.

As you walked to the sheep, you wondered how she could bear the heat, working out here in the hot sun all day. Especially, in that flannel.

She pulls out a lamb.

"Here, I'll need you to hold her down for me.. so that she won't move.."

You snickered. “You’re telling me you couldn’t hold her still?” You question, giggling as you point out the size difference between Ellie and the small lamb.

Ellie rolls her eyes, and places her hands on her hips defensively. “Hey! She’s really fast, and she just wont stay still.” she grumbles. “I sheared all the other sheep on my own, but this one just likes giving me some extra trouble."

“sureee.” you say smiling, as Ellie’s brow forrows. Yet, you follow her commands, holding the restless lamb still.

The lamb bleated loudly as Ellie took the shears and got closer to the her.

“aww, she’s scared. It’s okay sweetie.” You coo, stroking the top of her head. You held her in place.

The way she handled the sheep so well.. firm but gentle at the same time. You couldn’t take your eyes off her.

Ellie was very focused, her lips parted and the tip of her tongue stuck out a bit. “stay still for me…. yeah just like that” she muttered to the sheep, trimming the fur of the animal.

Your cheeks glowed bright red , as her words left your stomach in knots. You looked down, fidgeting with the edge of your shorts.

“good girl” she said as she released the sheep, squinting in the sun and wiping the sweat off her brow.

she reaches a hand out to you to help you up, and you take it. “Thanks for the help.” she smiles.

“Of course!” you hum, noticing the gold flecks in her green eyes. You suddenly realized how close you two were. Her coffee and pine scent enveloped you. A stray hair poked out of her bun, and it took everything in you not to reach up and tuck it behind her ear.

The heat was too much.

“It’s so hot out here!” You say, fanning yourself with a hand.

“And you’re out here working hard all day!” You squeeze her upper arm… feeling the muscles underneath the thick fabric.

“come inside for some lemonade?” you smile sweetly.

Ellie grinned. She grabbed the hand you had on her arm and smiled at you, her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

Ellie's hands were big enough to cover yours easily, as she squeezed it gently.

"That would be nice." She nodded.

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

I WAS going to save this for tomorrow but it's been eating me alive and @friendlylocalwhumper and @that-one-thespian convinced me to just give in to my Bastard Desires so here we ARE

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

TWs: Broken bones, captivity, interrogation, beatings, torture

This guard wasn’t playing around today. He'd uncuffed Mariano, seeing the amount of effort it took to keep him on his feet as he was hauled out of their cell. He brought a metal rod down onto Mariano again and again, uncaring as the mage finally raised his good arm up to shield himself. A crack rang out and Mariano yanked his arm to his chest with a yelp, drawing laughter from the guard. 

Dimitri couldn’t look. 

He couldn’t watch the man grab Mariano’s wrist and twist. His boot was braced against ribs that had given in seven hits ago. “Gonna tell me where Laredo is?” Dimitri knew that Mariano’s sleeves would hide the way the bone shifted under his skin. He knew that they’d been through worse as active duty war mages. He knew all of this. 

“Nnnfff–fuck you…!” 

It didn’t make Mariano’s cracking screams any easier to hear as the rod continued its cruelty. He was good at this. He always had been, even as a teenager. Especially as a teenager. 

Maybe he was the one who’d gone soft.

It couldn't last forever, though. Dimitri crawled to Mariano once the guards returned him to the cell and left. He leaned down and pulled him into a hug, wincing in sympathy as Mariano whimpered. He was bloody. His arms were broken, along with some ribs. His hair was stuck to his forehead from sweat. There were long-dried tear tracks along his face cut through by fresh ones, and his gaze could barely even focus on Dimitri when he opened his eyes again.

He’d lasted longer and longer every time the guards took him for another session. Longer than Dimitri remembered him ever lasting, that day. Maybe he really was just out of practice that first time. 

He’d been a good lamb. 

The way Mariano silently turned his face into him was still pathetic. Dimitri couldn’t say no, though, not when Mariano wouldn’t even dare to ask. This was the closest he’d seen him get to asking for help since Manuel had wound up in the training room for helping him out of rubble. Luis wasn’t here, though, and he couldn’t stand seeing Mariano shiver and wince on their cold concrete floor anymore.

Dimitri laid down and wrapped himself around him, tucking Mariano’s head up under his chin and shifting his bicep to be a pillow for the spent mage. Mariano sighed, even as tension kept its claws dug into his shoulders. Dimitri slid one thumb along Mariano’s bicep, something in his chest twisting when he felt Mariano start to relax after a few repetitions.

He’d never hugged Mariano before. 

He was softer than Dimitri expected him to be.

“D…Dimitri, why…?” Mariano’s voice was hoarse, ragged. He could barely even get the words out.

“Shut up.” Dimitri said, sighing and closing his eyes. “Just shut up. It’s my turn next.” 

“But…they’re gonna…”

“Shhhh.” Dimitri hissed. “I know. You kept ‘em from doing it for days and days, though. It'll be fine.” The other war mages were probably going to be there soon. It was okay. He’d barely even been touched, and Mariano needed someone to yank the reins away from him before he stubbornly got himself killed.

Mariano shook his head. He probably had that stupid little frown on his face. “No, no I can be the…I can still–”

Dimitri shifted one hand up to cover Mariano’s mouth. “You shouldn’t.” He growled, pulling old authority into his voice. “I’m not your leader anymore–technically I never was, but you’re going to stay quiet tomorrow.” He said. “You’re going to rest and let me take this, because Bastian will kill me if you die here. And I will not die to an angry dragon.” 

He didn’t need to uncover Mariano’s mouth to hear the question that was rattling around under all that hair. “I don’t know why I’m doing this either. I’m not about to think about it.” He fell quiet for a moment before more words spilled out in a grudging mutter. “You just sounded pathetic when they were making you scream.”

Mariano hummed against his palm, seeming to accept that as an answer. Dimitri almost hated how easily Mariano relaxed against him. He wasn’t tense in the slightest anymore, and by the time Dimitri remembered to take his hand away, Mariano was still and breathing slowly. He was asleep for the time being.

“Stupid.” Dimitri mumbled. He couldn’t deny how comfortable this felt, though. "Stupid rookie." He held Mariano tighter, closer. The floor was still just as cold, just as hard, but if Mariano’s weak grip found Dimitri’s shirt during the night, he wouldn’t really complain.

[rainbowolfe]

Kalamar’s Gamer Pad

[Modern AU]

[The bishops are influencers. Shamura makes video essays and documentaries but is currently taking a break for their mental health. Kallamar and Narinder are Twitch streamers, Kallamar w/ a focus on horror games, and Narinder w/ a focus on FPSs and anything Nintendo-related. You’ll find Heket and Leshy on Youtube and Tiktok; Heket as a fitness and food influencer, while Leshy does vlogs, comedy skits, commentary, and reactions (and really whatever else he wants). Lamb/Lambert is a rising Youtuber who was initially hired to be Narinder’s editor and mod but got dragged into a feud Narinder was having with his siblings. They were to dig up dirt to use as blackmail, but wound up exposing all five of them in an eight-part series with a mix of embarrassing secrets and mild-to-moderate problematic (but mostly forgivable) actions.]

[Ages: Shamura(32), Kallamar(30), Narinder(29), Heket(26), Leshy(24), Lamb(22), Palaal(22), Lulu(31), Hatty(25)]

Heket let out a long, dramatic sigh, leaning back as she did so.

“Do I have to?” She corrected her posture with a lurch forward.

“It’s important to him.” Shamura hummed in reply before taking a sip of their tea.

 “I’m supposed to hang out with Eligos this afternoon! The new Marvel movie comes out today, you know?”

“I’ve heard.”

“It’s bad enough we couldn’t get tickets to the premiere; You want me to get an even later showing? There’s going to be spoilers all over social media! You know how people are nowadays.”

Shamura was not surprised that Heket had thoughtlessly made plans for today. She had once again responded to their survey as “fully available” for the month, not because she actually was, but because she left the default response in every slot.

“You could simply stay off of social media for the day.”

“Yeah?” Heket did a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “And Narinder could simply stop smoking.”

“Hey.”

“What? I’m kidding!”

“It’s not a matter to joke about.”

Heket crossed her arms, attempting to be stubborn, but she knew she had two strikes already. Shamura was looking away from her. They didn’t want to show they were upset, but it was their go-to move, so she knew.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll tell Eligos to reschedule.”

“Thank you,” Shamura mumbled.

What would usually be a natural end to the conversation felt strained and awkward to Heket. She hoped Leshy would pop in, as he always had good timing—it felt almost supernatural sometimes—but the silence continued.

“It wasn’t a jab, you know?” She added.

“Mmhm.”

‘Gods, where’s Leshy?’

Heket scraped her brain for why Kallamar needed an audience. She was sure that if she asked, that would be strike three, and she’d be rewarded with one of Shamura’s scathing lectures. She was going to have to figure it out as the day went on.

She tapped away at her phone, partially pretending to look busy by refreshing the app for tickets.

Leshy finally joined the two down in Shamura’s living room.

“Finally! Were you passing a kidney stone up there?” Heket exclaimed.

“Fuck off, I was taking a shit.” Leshy shot back lightheartedly.

They piled into Leshy’s little car—Shamura in the passenger seat, Heket in the back—and went on their way. She was surprised when Leshy pulled onto the freeway, she assumed they would be picking up Kallamar next. Now she really didn’t know what they were doing today.

-/-/-/-

“Who doesn’t own a hair dryer?”

“Narinder… I don’t have hair.”

“How do I smell?”

Kallamar raised one of his tentacles and placed it near Narinder’s general vicinity. The smell he picked up was faint, but he made a face regardless.

“Better than you did.” He responded as the tentacle slithered back where it belonged. 

Narinder groaned. “Seriously?”

Narinder had arrived early to shower off the evidence that he’d been smoking before Shamura got a whiff of him. He knew they’d hold their tongue—today was Kallamar’s day—but they’d have something to say afterwards if they figured out he wasn’t as clean as he said he was. He was willing to try and hide it, but he felt that blatantly lying to them was crossing a line.

“Why don’t you just switch to vaping? It’s the same garbage without the stench.” Kallamar rolled his eyes.

“Because I’m not a loser. Vapes are lame,” Narinder rolled his eyes right back. “No one looks cool taking a rip off their bright green, raspberry-pussy flavored USB-drives.”

“Oh, is that why you smoke? To look cool?”

Narinder had to admit, that actually was the reason why he started.

“You’re a few decades too late.” Kallamar added. He checked his phone. “Ah, they’re almost here. Come on.”

Narinder got a different, dry towel and threw it over his head to obscure his vision. Kallamar then took him by the hand and led him back through the house to the front door. Normally he wouldn’t indulge such silliness, but Kallamar was doing him a favor by allowing him to come early like this.

And it was impressive that he had bought his own house for him and his partners. Narinder had to give credit where credit was due, even Shamura still lived with roommates. Heket and Leshy lived together in a one-bedroom apartment, and though Narinder was currently playing an extended game of chicken with Lambert over moving in together, they would still be renting. 

Kallamar diminished this achievement (according to some, anyways) by referring to it as a tour of his “gamer pad”, but it was important nonetheless. Narinder would make a conscious effort to reel back his usual teasing and mocking of Kallamar, and he advised Leshy to do the same. He would’ve said something to Heket, but he didn’t want to give her any reason to block his number this week.

He had a friend that managed to get into an early screening of the new Marvel movie coming out, and they slipped him a few recordings of “big” moments sloppily done with their phone. He hid a clip of a major character’s death in the middle of a short, unrelated video, so that once the recipient saw it, it’d be too late to look away. Then she could (and most definitely would) block him.

He didn’t expect Heket to show up. He knew the stupid movie came out today (and knew what time her tickets were for), so he’d be ruining it for her. Her absence would surely dampen Kallamar’s mood, so Narinder felt it was only fair to dampen hers as well. For Kallamar’s sake, he hoped she would prove him wrong today, but he wouldn’t hold his breath.

“Here are the stairs. Be caref—Be careful!”

Kallamar nearly had a heart attack as Narinder sped down the stairs with confidence, somehow making it down without missing a step. He huffed, then began hid descent down at a pace that worked for him.

“I trust that your house is built to-code.” Narinder turned to face Kallamar with a shrug, but instead faced the nearest wall.

“What does that have to do with running down the stairs blind?”

“A good set of stairs are all the same height and length. Once you take the first step, your brain knows where the rest are.”

“…I don’t think that’s true.”

“I made it down the stairs, didn’t I?”

“By sheer luck, maybe.”

Narinder laughed shortly, then paused as Kallamar began to guide him again. He hadn’t thought much about it when he arrived since his mind was preoccupied with other things, but…

“Why did you buy a house with stairs?”

Narinder’s tone wasn’t accusatory, he was genuinely confused. If there was one thing Kallamar complained the most about, it was stairs. Rightfully so. But while he would have trouble finding a house in the area with squid-accessible stairs, there are certainly plenty of one-story homes available. Maybe that’s why he sounded so defensive in his response.

“I just loved this place the most! It’s perfect! Er, aside from the stairs. But that’s it’s only flaw!” He explained. “A flaw that can be corrected with some modifications. Is that not the point of homeownership? To make it your own?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, front entrance! You can take the towel off now.”

Kallamar opened the door. His face lit up with glee when he saw his three other siblings. He called out each of their names as a greeting and proclaimed how happy he was to see them. He really was, he was afraid only Shamura would show up. Narinder gave a single greeting to address all three of them.

“Come in, come in! Welcome to my gamer pad!” Kallamar held the door open.

“How’s the Triforce?” Leshy asked as he passed through the doorway, referring to Kallamar’s three partners.

“Oh, they’re just lovely. Hatty and Lulu are out together, and Palaal’s around, but he’s working. Supposed to be working, anyways.”

The foyer was illuminated with natural light from the tall windows on the front and side walls. On the walls without windows and the hallway leading into the rest of the house were framed posters from various games and movies, some of which were even signed by the voice actors and actors.

The group exchanged hugs and handshakes—Leshy and Narinder’s “secret” handshake seemed to increase in complexity every time they saw each other—and made the usual small talk as they took off their shoes and coats. There were questions about when Narinder arrived and why he was damp, but he gave no solid answers. Though he hated their nosiness regarding his personal relationships, he namedropped Lambert as bait to change the subject, and they took it.

“I didn’t know you were doing another content house.” Heket suddenly commented, causing even the conversations she wasn’t apart of to grind to a halt. “Who else is staying here? Anyone I know?”

“…what?” Kallamar stared in confusion. “I’m… not? This is my house.”

“My gods, are you crazy? Renting a place this huge? You might as well buy the damn place.”

“I did?”

“What?”

“What?” He parroted back with a different intonation.

“…you bought a house!?”

Shamura and Leshy sighed.

“Yeah, that’s why I—”

“That’s amazing! Congratulations!” Heket clapped her hands together. She was sincerely excited now that she knew, but also didn’t want to leave any space for the others to question how she didn’t know already. “I can’t believe it! Well, I can, your RSS feed’s always got something new in it. You’re a hit!”

Kallamar could’ve harped on her not knowing. Tt did somewhat hurt his feelings. He opted not to, however. He thanked her warmly and moved forward.

He turned with a flourish and began to lead the way down the main hallway.

“I’ll make this very quick! Let us commence the tour,” He announced. “I know you all have busy lives, and I really appreciate you all coming! Don’t worry, this wasn’t just for the sake of attention. There’s something in it for you,”

The left wall in the spacious hallway was different. It had been painted matte black from floor to ceiling. Kallamar picked up a plastic bag that had been sitting up against the wall. He reached into it and pulled out a handful of white Sharpies of varying thickness.

“I wanted you all to be the first names on my guest wall!”

Kallamar frequently hosted parties and other gatherings, and the day he saw a similar concept, he dreamed of having one of his own. When people visited for the first time, they could sign their name on the wall like a guestbook. His siblings eagerly did so.

Leshy wrote his name with a standard-sized sharpie, and then his simple logo under it. Heket signed hers in big, blocky letters that she then filled in with stripes and dots. Narinder used the thickest sharpie available to sign his, placing a pair of cat ears above the “e” as he often did. Finally, Shamura signed their name in cursive, not nearly as large as everyone else. They had to go over it again to make up for their normally light handwriting.

Seeing all their names together filled Kallamar with unimaginable joy. He continued the tour passed the stairway (which he promptly justified again) and into the living-dining room, which certainly screamed “gamer pad”. The curtains were closed so that the LED lighting slowly shifting through the rainbow could properly set the vibe. There was additional lighting that provided actual visibility without overpowering the colored lights.

The blocky, red and black couch, the massive TV mounted on the wall, the side tables being held up by out-stretched hands, the tablecloth with a pattern of blood splatters, and the handful of beanbag chairs splayed out somehow worked in cohesion despite no obvious common thread. Maybe it was the Dead by Daylight themed rug in the center of the room. The posters in this room weren’t framed, but they were plentiful, alternating spaces on the walls with decals depicting some of Kallamar’s preferred perk-loadouts. Shelves on either side of the TV held minor collectibles Kallamar didn’t mind losing if a guest got a little handsy.

“This is the living-dining room! The place where everyone’s kind of free to gather. It’s equipped with surround sound!” Kallamar gestured. “It’s not setup yet, but there’s a working photo booth! Isn’t that so vintage?”

“Aaah… you’ve already painted?” Shamura observed. “It’s very… bold.”

Kallamar had indeed painted the walls a royal purple with the help of Lulu and Palaal. The ceiling was also purple, albeit a less saturated shade.

“The red and purple work, surprisingly.” Leshy hummed as he took it all in. It wasn’t how he’d decorate, but he thought it looked well-enough.

“Yes, yes. I wanted to color code the house. Purple means anyone can be in here.” Kallamar explained. “Though, we have a lot more painting to do, this room was the most important to finish first.”

“Huh. Not bad, brother.” Narinder said. “Gaudy, just like you.”

“I won’t dignify that with a response.”

“You just did.”

Kallamar made a noise of defeat. He ushered them deeper into the house, showing off the spacious kitchen equipped with a pantry (painted blue to mean “you can come in here if you need to”), and then the second living room (painted maroon to mean “invite only”). This second living room was sectioned off with a sliding glass door. Though it had a similar vibe and setup to the first living room with its massive TV and variety of consoles, instead of merchandise and quirky décor, it contained photos of Kallamar, his partners, and his family on the walls and atop of every surface. There was a box containing more photos already in frames, waiting for more shelving and wall mounts to be installed.

“This is our personal living room.” He said as he slid the door open.

The group went quiet for a moment as they entered and looked around.

“Awww, when was this taken?” Heket cooed, moving closer to a particular photo.

“No clue. Hatty found it hidden on the bookshelf while we were packing.” Kallamar shrugged.

The picture depicted the five siblings as teenagers, dressed in formalwear. Despite their fancy clothing, the photo was taken in the midst of chaos, everyone slightly blurry as they reacted to something out of frame. Narinder began to laugh.

“Look at your face!” He pointed out Heket’s goofy, shocked expression.

“My face? Look at yours! And your fluffed up tail too,”

While Kallamar was initially in a rush to do the tour, he relaxed as he realized everyone was enjoying themselves. No one seemed disinterested or anxious to leave for once.

“Ah, ah. I remember.” Shamura suddenly interjected amidst the younger trio’s teasing of each other. “This is from Kallamar and Narinder’s prom. On the boat? We were boarded and hijacked by terrorists.”

A long ‘ohhh’ came from all four of them in unison. No wonder the photo had been hidden away. That year prom was held on a yacht. Shamura came as a chaperone, Heket tagged along as Narinder’s “plus one”, and Leshy snuck aboard with the aid of Shamura.

“Terrorists” may have been a strong word for what those hijackers were, but they did ruin prom. Kallamar was by-far the most upset by what happened, even years later when what was a fairly terrifying situation became a funny story shared as an icebreaker. It was really Kallamar’s prom after all, Narinder was just a junior. He got to go to a prom the next year that was very fun and wasn’t invaded by pirates.

Once everyone got their fix of looking at old photos and reminiscing, the house tour continued. The rest of it was less of a “gamer pad” and more of a normal house, for now at least.

“The recreation room is through those doors, but right now it’s just the room we’re keeping all the boxes.” Kallamar gave a short chuckle. “But through this door,” He pushed it open and stepped outside. “Is the natural swimming pool!”

He paused for the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’, which he received. Along with a comment from Narinder paired with agreement from Heket.

“You mean, a pond?”

“NO. It’s different!” Kallamar insisted.

“How?”

“Er… Ponds… are for nature. They’re decorative.”

“Ponds are living ecosystems that maintain themselves. Interference from people can make one clean enough to swim in.” Shamura chimed in. “A natural swimming pool, on the other hand, is just a regular pool kept clean without chemicals.”

The pool was on the smaller end, nothing fit for a large group. But Kallamar didn’t intend to use it for events, this door was slated to be painted red. The walls and ceiling tapered off and blended seamlessly into the path leading into what would be the garden, but was currently just a large patch of grass and dirt.

“Okay, back inside. There’s really only two other rooms I wish to show off.” Kallamar said.

He led the group back the way they came to the main hallway, this time taking them up the stairs. All the while pointing out various features of the house that didn’t need a dedicated stop, like the closets and bathrooms:

“There’s a half-bath halfway up the stairs here, isn’t that queer?”

“I’m thinking of commissioning a mural to put on that wall, so that’s why it’s so bare.”

“I forget which ones which, but this series of doors are Hatty’s, Lulu’s, and Palaal’s rooms.”

“There’s three bathrooms up here, plus the master one. Can you believe that?”

He finally came to the next stop on the tour, situated next to a large, bay window that looked out into the backyard.

“And heeere’s… my office!” He flung the door open with a flourish.

The gamer pad was in full swing in here. Though the LEDs were off in favor of letting in natural light, the vibes didn’t need their assistance. The door would be painted red with the rest, but the walls in this room were painted a bright shade of green. All but one wall had a black, checkboard pattern layer on top of the green, each square a little over a foot long and wide.

There was, of course, his ocean-themed gaming computer that made it look like there were fish swimming through the parts. Lots of recording equipment (cameras, lights, etc) was both setup and placed aside for later use. The floor was carpeted, but was almost completely covered with a massive, light blue rug. On the opposite side of the room was a second computer, one intended for editing. And between them, there was just enough space for a Nugget couch in a pale shade of green.  

“This looks exactly the same as your old office.” Heket said, feigning to be unimpressed, but mostly just messing with him.

“No! It’s totally different! Look, I painted!” Kallamar gestured wildly. “And it’s less cramped,”

“Ah. I’m sorry. This looks like a slightly more spacious version of your old office.”

As Heket and Kallamar went back and forth about the differences in décor and styles of the old and new office, Shamura went to sit down. They had a sense for how long those two would go on after all these years, and it was long enough that they’d take the chance to rest their legs.

“Don’t sit on that.” Narinder said when he noticed.

Shamura paused mid-squat. “Why not?”

“You don’t know about Nugget couches?”

They straightened up, unsure if they were now being messed with. “I can’t say I do. What’s wrong with them, pray tell?”

“They absolutely have sex on that thing.”

Shamura and Leshy both snickered at the same time, Shamura more out of surprise than anything.

Kallamar sputtered mid-sentence, akin to a verbal keyboard smash, before he could respond. “What!? We do not!”

“You. Are a liar.” Narinder then looked at Shamura. “They’re modular couches for children, but they happen to be great for sex,” He looked back at Kallamar. “And unless there’s a secret child you’ve been hiding from us…”

“I got it from a sponsorship! It’s a cute couch, is it not? A cute, free couch!”

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if it wasn’t in your office.” Heket joined the conversation after processing what had been said.

“It’s too small to go in the living rooms and it doesn’t fit the theme. I stuck it in here because there was space.”

“Sooo, you don’t use it, then? It’s just a space filler?” Leshy asked.

“Yes, exactly.”

“Can I have it?”

Well, now Kallamar was cornered. He wanted to say ‘no’, but it would confirm their accusation. His silence goes unnoticed as the banter continues.

“Why do you want a used sex couch?” Heket laughed.

“Well, it’s not used according to him. Those things are great to sleep on, there’s one at the library.”

“Wasn’t there another stop on the tour?” Shamura chimed in, coming to Kallamar’s rescue as they often did.

“OH! Yes, yes, the most important stop, I almost forgot!” Kallamar jumped at the chance to change the subject. “Lets go everyone, don’t get comfortable.”

Leshy and Heket tittered to each other about the couch as they all were shooed out the room. Kallamar took them further down the hall where they seemed to be storing more boxes waiting to be unpacked. He turned and waited for them to stop chattering amongst themselves, which they do surprisingly quickly.

“Right about here I’d like to get a partition installed, somewhere down the road. It’d give the guest rooms… your rooms… a bit more privacy.”

There was a moment of silence. It’s broken by Shamura’s uncharacteristic squeal of excitement.

“Aww, Kally!” They surged forward and trapped Kallamar in a tight hug. “Did you really…?”

His other siblings had similar things to say about this pleasant surprise. Excited chatter filled the hall.

“Is this your way of inviting us to move in?” Narinder asked, eyebrow raised.

“No.” Kallamar replied, maybe a bit too quickly. “They’re just if… if you guys wanted to visit…! Stay for a few days, or a few weeks. Or if you end up needing somewhere to go, I guess you could move in. And during the holidays too!”

“Look at you, trying to act stand-offish.” Heket grinned. “Get over here!”

Now it was her turn to smother the little squid in a hug(one that was bordering on a headlock). Maybe it was worth missing her movie to see Kallamar’s “gamer pad”.

“This is perfect. You can just move that Nugget couch into my room here!” Leshy chortled.

“Oh my god.” Was all Kallamar had to say to him.

When they went back downstairs, the group noticed the smell of meat wafting through the hallways.

“Would any of you care for a snack before you left?” Kallamar asked.

“Who else is here?” Heket mumbled mostly to herself.

Leshy reminded her that Palaal was said to be around, though none of them had seen him. Narinder was already walking back towards the kitchen.

“Aaah, do we have time to spare?” Shamura directed their question mainly to Heket. “I’m rather peckish, but I wouldn’t want to keep you…”

“We can stay longer.”

And off Shamura went before she could finish her sentence. In the kitchen, Narinder and Palaal were having their usual level of exchange.

“It’s strange of you to sneak around your own house.” Narinder said.

“Maaaybe,”

“Maybe?”

“But I like people’s reaction when they discover—Surprise! I’ve been here the whole time,”

He grabbed a taquito off the tray Palaal held. “Well, Kallamar told us you were here.”

“Awww, really? Shame.” Palaal gave a mock pout. “Well, thanks for the pity-reaction.”

The pout became a barely-contained smile as the two of them held extended eye contact. Narinder’s ear twitched. Palaal broke the eye contact to greet the others.

“Hey Darling! Shamura! I made taquitos!”

“May I?” Shamura was more hungry than they previously admitted.

“Of course!”

[dark-elf-writes]

“Do you think it’s easy seeing you dead, Harry? Do you think knowing that you’re going to come back makes it any fucking better looking at my brother’s body? Do you think, even for a moment, that we’re afraid that one time you won’t come back and treat it like it’s all down grand fucking joke to you?”

One of the mugs on the table rattled so hard with her magic that it tipped off the side. Aizawa snagged it before it could hit the ground.

Harry wished it broke. Wished that something was just as shattered as he was.

He had hurt her. Hurt Ron.

“Hermione,” He started, needing to say something , but she shoved at his chest with a huff.

“Don’t give me an apology you don’t mean, Harry Potter! You would do it again, and we both know it!”

In a heartbeat. If it meant someone else got to live. If it meant he didn’t have to watch another person die for him. If it meant one less child would have to wonder why their parents never came home.

(That was the thing about martyrdom. The pattern of behavior only stopped if the martyr actually stayed dead.)

Whatever answer she saw in his eyes, the only answer to him, was enough to make her huff in frustration and turn away from him. “We’ll bring Teddy by after dinner,” Her voice was thick with tears as she started for the door. “They’re spending the day with Ron.”

God, I love this section. The emotional train wreck of Harry dying again and again so he doesn’t have to tell another kid that their parents died is just so ugh. Hermione is hurting, and she has to tell Harry that otherwise he won’t understand why they’re upset.

That doesn’t mean it is easy, but god this probably is confusing the hell out of Aizawa.

The thing with the martyrdom not ending if you don’t stay dead…adoration in my eyes for that sentence.

Also, the fact that Ron took Teddy…that just hits different you know? Like don’t ask me what exactly it is, but it just does ya know?

Harry dying brings up a lot of emotions huh

THE MARTYRDOM LINE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES

Because it’s true. Because being raised to be a martyr, walking willingly to his death in order to save everyone he loves that he has left, being told by the adults he loved and idolized for so long that this was the only way… that pattern of behavior doesn’t just stop when he dies and comes back the first time. Or the second. Or the third. He was raised to be a lamb for the slaughter and that’s what he became time and time again.

Ron has a very “if I see him right now I’m going to say something that’s going to cause a bigger fight” personality and someone has to watch Teddy if they want to keep up them not knowing about Harry’s many deaths so he is the best choice.

[gloria-in-excelsis-infimus]

@soldiersam

(Previous) Autumn put a hand to their chin. “Ah right, I certainly was not expecting that punch from him either. Hm…” “Well,” Autumn said in her gossipy voice as she flicked her wrist down, “Sam was sitting next to Thomas today, which was likely so they could drag him up to the pulpit easier. But, before services started, I was sitting not too far away from them. I heard Sam mention how Amy was mad at him, which could’ve just been his reason to justify sitting next to Thomas. Still, after services I decided to ask Amy about it anyway. She said she was upset with Sam because she keeps bragging about how she’s gonna be ordained as a deacon before her, and keeps demanding bet rewards in advance.” Autumn folded her arms. “Not only that, but Amy’s also pissed that Sam started dating one of her other friends! And knowing how Sam treats his dates, I’d be pissed too!” They scowled. “Like once, Sam had the gall to ask Lola out, just to make their boyfriend-at-the-time jealous. Right in front of me! I was so mad I could’ve skinned them alive on the spot! Nobody is gonna treat her like…” Autumn realized she was getting a bit off topic and dismissively waved her hand. “A-anyway… Amy did it as a fuck-you for working with Sam or something. Plus, Theodore is usually her go-to punching bag when she needs to blow off steam.”

Gloria sympathetically twisted her eye in disgust at Sam's behavior. It was impressive how evil they were... Yet it was a crude evil with none of the refined charisma of all the big bads. Then once Autumn was finished she asked,

“Oh my, she didn't ease up after his stay in the Medbay? And the others too? Because Bishop Percival was very clear on what would happen if mitre progress got halted by another injury! And considering how fragile his newly healed ribs are...”

Gloria sighed. If there weren't bigger issues at hand she'd ask Mir to check for internal injuries. Or at least to provide a potion which would allow her to look herself.

“...Well, one wrong shove could have put him out of commission for awhile. That's why I couldn't wrap my head around why any Glornist would risk it! Idiots...”

She had her arms folded and was deep in thought as she pondered alternative explanations. Teddy had been perfectly healthy (minor workaholicism aside) up until his tailoring talents were desperately needed. One time was a coincidence. Two times, however...

After a long pause Gloria met Autumn's eye. “Say... This may be a bit of a stretch but..,” she said as she raised her finger and leaned closer.

“Could this be a way of sabotaging Bishop Percival by delaying mitre work? Because first he went radio silent after Commander Peepers destroyed the mitre, only to reappear with broken ribs and a tale of a freak accident a few days later. And then his shoulder got dislocated right after discovering the perfect sacrificial lamb...”

Gloria perked up and brightly smiled in blinding contrast to her talk of a grand conspiracy. “Besides, Amy couldn't have done it! She passed me only minutes before that wretched scream~!”

She proudly smirked as she put her hand to her chin, certain she was on the right track. “So shouldn't we ask who lured him away from the crowd? And considering how battered he is they had to have left soon after service ended.”

[by-glass-and-waves]

oh dude dude what do you MEAN "sorry guys who are looking for delicious Courtship/Restart goodies" I LOVE DEPRESSION QUEST, and i love the fact that theres someone else out there that has a runaway narinder AU

the idea of a completely power hungry lamb who disregards narinder as a person is so uncommon, i dont think ive actually seen that dynamic played out in a story/hc tbh ??? so i am LIVING for this, it truly is the spice of life

n like letting him runaway n waits for him to come crawling back??? absolutely maliciously delicious content

but nARINDER OH NARINDER angry, break down, self imploding beloved!!! again there isnt enough completely broken down ISOLATED(emotionally) conceded narinders, so many au's have him conceded, but they always including the lamb trying to get him comfortable and okay, never narinder just being tolerated and treated like property or a trophy and i love that fucked up dynamic

i'd really love to know more abt baal and ayms place in the cult too, are they like mini trophies ? or are they just "eh another follower"

either way the idea of narinder self imploding to the point of complete isolation (running away) is such a good idea, im living for it !!! and the idea of a ratoo & narinder friendship from this has consumed my brain greatly, i love that idea i actually had a brain wave pic pop up in my brain, so i'll draw fanart of this AU later bc i adore it

WHOA I was at work and I was like "I got an aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" oh man I'm glad you really like the idea! I think I did see some fics like this (well not Narinder dips fics)

I will let you know that these qs making me go "wait hm this would fit into the AU better than my original ideas" so please bear with me!! at any rate omg aw thank you for loving these idees maybe I should just masterpost and mark spoilers for whatever comes to mind here also this is gonna be a long answer post pardon me

so spoilers for Depression Quest and Courtship I guess?

also trigger warning: depression, thoughts of self harm, mentions of mental breakdown

So this is me not reading cotl shit in like, literally months in order to try to preserve my headcanonideas like a loser but damn whoaaa I'm happy that you really like this AU

The initial idea actually did have just plain old Lamb being all okay bb i'll be here waiting for you when you ready I won't push you, I'll let you run away and live your life bb just want you to be happy uwu like they did want Narinder to love them back but they were fine with just making him happy and brought back the Bishops and stuff so they could reconcile but as said before, things didn't seem the same for them

Then as Courtship took form I kind of moved those kinds of feelings Lamb had to the new AU and really honestly removed them from the equation because I wanted to focus on Narinder and Getting Over It™ and just living his own fucking life instead

What did remain was Narinder's complete and absolute breakdown when he locks himself into the house they built for him and his eventual escape. Like goddamn, I was like this man needs to break

The amount of broken furniture, crying and screaming onto the floor and bed, throwing items at whoever manages to get into the house, laying down and staring at the ceiling in a catatonic state, etc

I liked the idea of him meeting other people and them remarking on his fallen status or having to hide his identity when interacting or going to public places and it's pretty much how I came up with the Ratoo encounter/friendship

Imagine Kudaai laughing when he requests a scythe and giving him the smallest, lightest one for his weak upper extremities

addendum: like after escaping he does get better like he runs into kudaai and gets scythe at least but he still sucks since his hands/arms more likely to spaz more when he exerts himself too much (aka combat)

Imagine Narinder trying to stay inconspicuous when he goes to Plimbo's stall at the Lighthouse, etc

Once the idea of resurrecting the Bishops came up around the time I started writing Courtship I kind of went, tbh Lamb would only do that to get Narinder back and then that idea of the Lamb just stuck

The Lamb knew where he was the entire time. The Lamb let him think he was finally free from them. The Lamb decided to uproot his life when he thought he finally found peace (by reintroducing his siblings) and from there the Lamb became the kind of famous hero/whatever who would 100% use Narinder as a trophy SO and show them off while he feels awful and drinks every night to cope

i'd really love to know more abt baal and ayms place in the cult too, are they like mini trophies ? or are they just "eh another follower"

So initial idea was that Baal and Aym weren't crazy about it but came around after Lamb invited Forneus for a visit, then they would be like yes Master should see how good Lamb is

Now thinking it over, it could have a good twist to it:

Baal and Aym think that Narinder should come around because Lamb is a good person and his life would improve

In this, his guardians become his jailers. They've become the ones most actively working for his "rehabilitation", and Narinder hates it because he knows it's another way for the Lamb to break him. He's thinking that it's their mortality that made them cave so easily.

Once Narinder makes it out, they want to make their presence known once they find him, but Lamb explicitly commands them not to until they say it's time. So they go and check on him and obvs this is stwess for Narinder since he feels like he's being watched

Still though, Depression Quest is more Narinder-based than Narinder/Lamb relationship-based because it's him trying to live in a new Lamb-ruled world while trying not to show off his shitty power level or something, Lamb didn't really pull up much once he gets out except for really sending Baal and Aym to keep tabs on him and maybe probably when the Bishops are resurrected but even then it's just like... there's still this kind of sad underlying everything.

So fun fact: a few of Courtship's ideas originated in Depression Quest! Such as the shared love for gardening/camellias by Leshy and Narinder, and the relationship/dynamic between Kallamar and Narinder. I don't know why but their relationship felt fucking devastating once I came up with it hence why I think Chapter 9/Kallamar's quest in Courtship has been my favorite to read and write so far.

Courtship and Depression Quest do share quite a few things, so I'm worried I might echo too much of the same shit should I actually come to write it. While writing out this answer I posted an unedited bit on a prototype for Leshy quest and you may see some parallels to the one for Courtship :o

the idea of a ratoo & narinder friendship from this has consumed my brain greatly, i love that idea i actually had a brain wave pic pop up in my brain, so i'll draw fanart of this AU later bc i adore it

pls show me when you done I want it I'm so glad you like it and yes Ratoo and Narinder friendship is one and only

I think there was more but it's like 2am and I have to wake up in like 3 hours and I think I should just do a fucking masterpost on these AUs

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talk to me about the beetle loser's shitty childhood in infernal kids au. i love hurting him and seeing him be hurt

well youre in luck, because this is a rare occurrence for me where beetlejuice suffers in a fic at a similar level to lydia!

juno is an infernal child, got the wings and horns and all that, and beej doesnt know much about his father but im thinking he wasnt infernal, he had a fling with juno but got the fuck outta there when she got pregnant to avoid the scandal.

i mentioned that lydia (im just going to call her lydia before the name change for simplicitys sake) had parents with a high enough social status to keep her relatively safe through her chidhood. well, beetlejuice very much did not. juno sent him to school with other children mostly to get him out of her way, and the bullying was severe, and came from teachers and students alike. he didnt do very well in class regardless, not very acidemically minded, and hated everything about school, which ultimately led to him dropping out very young. so long as he continued to stay out of the house and her way, juno didnt care.

so, he spent a lot of his childhood wandering the city streets. occasionally he'd take himself out to less populated areas, or was chased to them, but he liked being around people. so long as they werent actively shouting or attacking him, he wanted to be around them. even if they were ignoring him. even if hes had to run for his life on more than one occasion. he liked to fly from roof to roof, far away enough to avoid harrasment but close enough to not feel so lonely. it also didnt take long for him to get into the habit of pickpocketing and stealing - juno having the money and care for feeding him was not always garenteed.

beetlejuice especially liked the street musicians. he'd often find himself a perch where they couldnt see him but he could see them and watch buskers for hours. he wanted to learn to play music, but he knows his mother would never buy him an instrument even if she could afford it, and it would take him ages to pickpocket that much. so he decides to suppliment his theivery income with a job.

it isnt too easy for a infernal child to find work, especially as a kid. the currently unnamed main religion of the setting (im considering borrowing from cult of the lamb and calling it the old faith) makes them out to be insubordinate and backstabbing, which arent really traits employers are looking for. and even if potential employers themselves arent hugely biased, they often avoid employing them to avoid dealing with the bias of customers, suppliers, other employees, etc. theyre deemed more trouble than theyre worth, a lot of the time.

but eventually, he finds work from someone who sees the advantage of having a winged delivery boy enough of a pro to outweigh the cons. the boss is shitty, the hours are long, and the work is tiring, but it's a job. he spends some of the money on food, but saves most. he doesnt tell his mother about his job, knowing she'd steal his wages for booze. she does find out, eventually, and beats him for hiding it, but he claims he has no savings and she didnt find them. so while hes saving a lot slower after that, as juno forces him to give her a cut of the money, he still manages to keep saving for his instrument.

he has multiple different jobs over the years, all as shitty as the next, frequently getting fired for stealing or backtalk or because the stigma of having an infernal child around was too inconvenient, eventually going outside of the city for work (he lives on the outskirts and wings make commuting fairly simple). eventually, as a teenager, he has a job im not entirely decided on but might be logging. but whatever it is, the work is moving, and it would be too far to keep commuting. he's been offered a place in a bunkhouse at the new site. he comes home and tells juno, without much fanfare, that he's leaving, and despite the fact he's been supporting her alcoholism since he was a child she says good riddance. he hasnt seen her since, and her only correspondance has been letters asking for money that he burned.

since then, he's lived a more rural life, still bouncing between jobs and even towns every few years. he never shook the habit of stealing - and its often still nececarry - and thats just one of the many reasons hes had to pack up and move. but he did manage to get his instrument eventually, and taught himself to play. im considering it being a banjo, partially because i am a banjo player with an agenda, partially because im firm in my headcannon that hes playing a banjolele in the whole being dead thing but i think a banjo would fit the vibe of the au more. ive been listening to a lot of poor mans poision lately so i imagine a lot of his music sounding like that, as well as some more stupid and dirty stuff of course. hes considered busking, but out of fear of peoples reactions to someone like him performing hes actually never played in front of another perosn. people have heard him singing work songs, hes been singing while he works since he was a kid, but thats it.