#at the same time teasing me for not being good at calculating in my head... well... i wonder how that misunderstanding came up lmao

[irritablepoe]

they are terrible for this you have a problem and told them and they make fun of you? that is mean as fuck people who are supposed to care about you should want you to not feel horrible but maybe the friends feel badly for you with that look? like sympathetic?

yeah, but i'm... well not okay with this exactly, but i'm glad that they're respecting these boundaries at least. i'm used to being made fun of though lol, i'll take that then ig

and yeah my friends definitely feel sympathetic towards me, though probably don't know how to react bc they don't quite understand? which again is fair, these thoughts are irrational after all (at least the feeling dirty and scratching/hitting part, though this has probably resulted bc of me not establishing boundaries much earlier where i started to feel uncomfortable with it, which is a valid thing to feel ofc but didn't realise at the time)

[reallyromealone]

Title: Oh Look a mate(s)

Chapter 3

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: omega verse, nsfw, male reader, gay, smut, attempted assassination, drugging, biting, torture

Notes:

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It was tomorrow.

The wedding was tomorrow.

(Name) Was quiet as he waited in the altar room, candles circling the room as marble carved murals surrounded him, the ceiling glass and the moon directly above him.

He sat in silence as the moon reached its peak before shadows flooded around him, a cold smoke that strangely didn't strike him with fear but instead filled him with warmth and safety. "Good Omega" one of the voices whispered as shadowy hands grabbed at him, gently touching and smoothing over the linen nightgown he wore before a long finger sliced it down the middle "Shhh" he could hear Satan's voice whisper in his ear as the seven men materialized and kissed various parts of his now exposed flesh "beautiful..." Mammon whispered breathlessly before biting into (name) 's flesh, the others doing the same.

Each scent gland was claimed as a tattoo manifested onto their soulmate tattoos, the demons licking and kissing their soulmate marks "You're bonded to us forever... Whenever you need us, call for us..." Beelzebub said as his blackened eyes gently kissed (name) 's lips as the fire of the candles burned brighter "Alphas...." (Name) Babbled as he leaned into someone's shoulders, Levi he believed... "So beautiful..." Asmodeus whispered as his hand crept down to the other's abdomen and began whispering enchantments, hand glowing as a tattoo formed on his stomach "Your first heat will be in less than 24 hours, this will help keep it from hurting so badly"

Never would he be denied a heat again.

The men scented and kissed (name), they could smell the slick flowing from him but knew better and to wait, wait till it was time.

When morning came, (name) was kept from his alphas all morning as he was polished to perfection, traditional white robes and gold accessories set aside as they painted swirls on his body, apparently matching the marks that would be on his alphas.

He looked at himself in the mirror, the makeup, the paint, and the clothes... He hardly recognized himself.

But it was him.

All him.

Lucifer made sure the guards were on high alert as he and his brothers got dressed, in their traditional robes that were the color of their omegas eyes, as is tradition in the kingdom, they already had two people sneak in after all.

"Your Majesty?" A meek voice spoke out as the demon turned to see an Omega maid look nervous, his eyes sharp and calculating "What is it?" He said simply and the maid straightened her back a bit before speaking once more "His Highness... He's extremely stressed and I thought it would be best if one of his--" Lucifer was already darting out of the room for his mate, he didn't care if he wasn't supposed to see him till the wedding.

His mate needed him.

(Name) Was freaking out as his omega decided Kw was an excellent time to freak out over the lack of alphas.

To be fair he got scented every morning but today, was a very high-stress day.

"My, aren't you beautiful" (name) snapped his head up as the maids left the room with haste and (name) whined and ran towards him, shoving his face into the alpha's chest and whining "My, can't go a day without your alphas?" He teased and lifted (name) 's face to look at it "None of that, you will ruin your pretty makeup" he was only soft for his omega, gentle kisses "We have a wedding, right? We will dance and party and then when the moon is high we will take you back here" he promised and kissed (name), scenting him lovingly.

"Now be good for alpha" he commanded, a slight alpha tone that they found calms (name). He liked not being in control all the time, instinctually.

"Ok alpha" he whispered hazily as the maids came back in and Lucifer left to finish getting ready, confident that he calmed his mate.

(Name) Looked nervous as he was ushered into a beautiful fabric and mahogany palanquin, the finest silks used for it "To walk you to the temple, your Highness" a soldier said calmly and (name) nodded as the soldiers in celebratory costume lifted it and (name) tried not to yelp.

He walked through the city, a grand parade to show the people the next queen, and (name) shyly waved at them as the people cheered in joy and some looked in envy at him. He could hear screaming in the distance, too focused on the slight shake with each step the guards took and the loud sounds around him to figure out what direction it came from exactly but the bullet that flew past his nose as a man was pinned down by guards have his answer, the omegas palanquin lowering as the guards checked on him "oh thank goodness... Are you alright your Highness?" The general that was a bit ahead rushed to check on him and (name) though stunned and Shellshocked, nodded slowly the Alpha nodded with a sigh of relief "We will get there soon your Highness"

The parade continued and (name) tried to regulate his breathing as he lifted his sleeves and took in the smell of Lucifer that clung to him, too close to his heat to be able to properly handle this.

God, he was so tired...

"We're here your Highness" Had that much time passed?

(Name) Was helped out by his maids, dressed in floral traditional outfits, darker colors as to highlight (name) 's snow white robes that dragged behind him, gold accents matching his accessories "You got this, your Highness" (name) 's closest maid, the one in charge of his maids smiled and (name) nodded before walking up the steps of the temple as people cheered.

Traditional fan dancers danced in front of him, a beautiful display as the guests of the wedding sat and watched in awe as (name) locked eyes with his alphas and had to suppress a chirp. The dancers moved their fans away to make an entrance for (name) to walk closer to them, Asmodeus taking his hands and kissing them gently as the others looked fond at the sight of their beloved, even Belphegor awake and focused on (name).

(Name) Looked at the guests, from countless kingdoms the Royals down to the mayors from cities including the village he was from, and looked in awe at the realization of how large this temple was, it seemed so small in the darkness.

(Name) Barely focused on the priestess as he looked at his mates, shadowy magic binding them together as (name) agreed to the contract of marriage "bound by the fates and the demon king himself, his Highness (name) Morningstar is granted a gift from his majesty of immortality, may his heart beat so long as his alphas" the demon king sat in the distance, watching his younger sons fondly, leaving hell to witness such an event as a red-haired demon stood beside him while staring intently.

(Name) Felt warm as he was brought close by his alphas and danced with them, a grand party that was sure to go on for the next week as guests watched and the city partied and after brought around to be introduced to guests "This is our elder brother, the next king" Lucifer introduced the Omega to his elder brother, next king of hell and intimidating to say the least but the large grin that broke out on his face said otherwise "my, a pleasure to meet you! My apologies that it took me so long to be able to meet you! Let me know if they act up all right. It will be nice to not have a little brother that will get on my nerves!" He teased as he hugged (name) and seemed so warm and understanding to him.

"My mate couldn't make it sadly, they're too far along to make the trip but hopefully after you two can meet!" Lucifer felt warm that his elder brother and a mate got along so well as the other brothers were dragged to talk to guests and eventually Lucifer and (name) went to speak to others, the Omega passed from alpha to alpha to not hog.

"An hour and you don't greet your parents?" (Name) Froze under Asmodeus' gentle hold as he turned to see the mayor of his village and his parents... And sister.

How did they get here?

"Not even an invite, thankfully our dear mayor invited us as his plus ones as his wife and sons couldn't make it," she said casually as his sister altered between glaring at him and swooning over Asmodeus, the beta looking flirty and showing her bust at him but the demon didn't even acknowledge her as he tilted his head at his mate's parents with a cold smile (name) didn't recognize but the gentle thumb rubbing his hip told him he was safe "my~ isn't this a surprise, (name) darling... Why don't you go make sure Beelzie doesn't eat everything, yes?" He urged his hesitant Omega who looked so precious and watched him walk away.

"E-excuse me!" The dad tried barking out and Asmodeus smiled coldly, a beta demanding not just an alpha but a supernatural alpha. Laughable really "I will allow you to continue to enjoy this celebration but if I hear even a whisper of my mate's name from any of your lips that isn't shining adoration I will remind you of your place," Asmodeus said barely above a whisper as he towered over the stumpy beta and his family, he read the letter.

All seven brothers read the letter.

And despite not being wrath, Asmodeus was the most upset.

No flirting, no banter.

Just a thinly veiled threat.

"Now you best behave"

You would think this Would deter (sister), make her behave... But no no.

She was hell-bent on having them.

Breaking this farce is a marriage.

It was expensive getting rut enhancer drugs but it was worth it in her eyes she looked around and saw that (name) was moved to Belphegor who sat in a corner quietly and (name) said worthless words to him and saw that Beelzebub was enjoying his food.

Perfect.

The drug was a fine powder, easy to mask on the powdered cream puffs that the demon was gorging on, slipping past when he went for some ribs and sprinkling on.

She just had to be available when the drugs kicked in.

It was not too long before the demon returned his attention to the cream puffs... But other people took them as well.

Like servants bringing them to their kings.

Oh well, she thought as she focused on Beelzebub and deemed everyone else as a stepping stone to her happiness.

Beelzebub froze after ten minutes, eyes dilating as he stood and looked around "Are you alright?" She tried to seduce the Alpha, pressing against him but like her brother, she didn't quite understand how mating worked and believed he would go to the first willing hole.

But in reality, he sought out (name) who was talking to Diavolos butler, the two fondly chatting about something or another.

"Move," he said coldly as he locked onto (name) marched to him, and lifted him, the other brothers looked concerned as Diavolo decided to start a ring dance and nodded at Lucifer, they all seemed to understand what was happening. (Name) Was confused as he was held close by his alpha who left the temple gardens and spread his wings before taking off, (name) shoving his face in Beelzebub's neck and that's when he smelt the rut. He couldn't help but whine, he was trying so hard not to go into heat but fuck...

He closed his eyes and felt himself sink further, sounds distorting and he felt his clothes removed carefully as voices spoke around him "he will be upset if we ruin this" Asmodeus...? Or is that Satan? "Alpha?" He slurred as the alphas kissed his flesh, cold to the touch and he felt something hard press against his back before he was pushed into his back, he couldn't even formulate a feeling of shame or worry as Belphegor traced the body paint that was on (name)s flesh "pretty..." The sleep demon murmured as he touched the womb tattoo a wave of pleasure washed through (name) and a low moan broke through him "Any pain he feels will feel like absolute pleasure... We may be dealing with a very horny Omega" Asmodeus teased, they didn't have an incantation to make him feel no pain during heat or pregnancy so it was the best option.

Especially because he kept moaning and crying, without it he would be writhing in pain.

"Why don't you spread your legs for us? Hmm? Show us how an Omega presents?" Lucifer spoke low and deep to the Omega who spread his legs on the bed and yelped when Beelzebub shoved his face between his legs and gave a long lick, pushing his legs over his shoulders as half his body was pulled nearly off the bed, Beelzebub on his knees before the bed. "O-oh! Alpha!" He cried out as Beelzebub ate his ass, licking around the rim before pushing in ever so slightly as the smell of slick was heavy in the room "wanna make alpha feel good? Why don't you show Levi here how much you want his cock?" Asmodeus took the initiative with getting (name) to pleasure them as they pleasured him, the Omega opening his mouth so prettily as the shy alpha fed him his cock, (name) licking the underside as he sucked. "H-how did he get so good?!" Levi gasped as he felt (name) hollow his cheeks with a vice force "I have been teaching him how to be a good little cock whore~" Asmodeus teased as Belphegor sucked on one of (name)s nipples as Asmodeus and Lucifer got hand jobs, the two assisting (name) a bit as his body shook.

Satan kissed his navel before moving to the omegas cock and sucking on it, the pre-cum leaking like crazy as (name) struggled to comprehend all the pleasure he felt, hips being held down as Beelzebub inserted a finger, curving it upwards against his prostate as he ate his ass like a final meal and added another finger "you're gonna be-- fuck! Taking a lot tonight baby ~" Asmodeus stammered as Levi came down (name)s throat, the Omega choking slightly but managing "fuck..? Shit.." Levi was already babbling as (name) 's body shook and a climax rolled through, Satan drinking it all "You want more?" Lucifer asked the Omega who whined "Nest!" Beelzebub wasting no time, feral and horny As the other alphas slowly went into a rut from being around a heat-stricken Omega, their demon forms were on full display. (Name) Was settled into his nest as they let Beelzebub enter first his large and heavy cock pressing against (name)s ass as (name) made out with Lucifer, pretty little sounds as Beelzebub pushed in slowly.

Each inch made for louder and prettier sounds from (name) as his body glistened with sweat, another climax rolling through him as Beelzebub was halfway through bottoming out before his hips snapped forward and his pelvic bone was pressed against (name)s ass cheeks "oh! Big...!" He cried out and pushed against him as Belphegor went behind him and held him up, kissing his neck as the others watched hungrily.

Beelzebub wasted no time pistoning his hips as (name) clawed at his skin, body shaking and writhing in pleasure as he poured slick "puppy up!" He cried out as he begged to be bread, owned and full... Belphegor moved around to Sroke (name)s cock and kiss his neck before biting into its neck watching (name) unfold as Beelzebub rolled his hips at the tightness and his grip so tight it was going to leave dark bruises on his hips come morning.

"Please please! Pup!" (Name) Begged for cum, pulling Beelzebub for a kiss and tasting his slick as the alpha's hips slammed one last time and cum poured into him, hot and sticky.

Beelzebub felt some sanity return to him as he looked at a fucked out (name) who couldn't even form words but babbled nonsense as Belphegor kissed him and coddled him "Let's get water and food into him then the next round starts" Lucifer instructed as they already prepared the necessary things that morning, food tested by the demons along with the water before feeding it to (name).

(Name) May have immortality but they still didn't want anything to happen to him.

Though poison pains right now would probably give him six earth-shattering orgasms.

No! No! Bad!

They washed the sweat and paint off his body as (name) recovered slightly but soon grew whiny as he was placed on top of Asmodeus, cock pushing in with ease and crying as Asmodeus gave harsh and slow thrusts.

"Come now, you got more to take ~"

Mammon was furious, absolutely livid as he slammed his fist against the assassin's skull, not wanting this vermin alive as his mate struggled with his heat and six cocks currently "You are taking my precious time with my mate, who the fuck sent you?" He was bordering feral as the assassin finally gave in "The sister! She wanted him dead!"

Oh?

Interesting.

Mammon left swiftly, telling the guards to find her, she couldn't have gotten far after all.

For now, the greedy demon needed to sink his cock into (name)s cute little ass.

And maybe bite it.

Bite it.

When he walked into the heated room, already nude he was met with (name) being railed by Asmodeus and Satan, cocks moving in his hole at vigorous paces as (name) sucked Lucifer's cock like he would die "(name), look whose here" Lucifer pulled him off his cock to look at mammon and the whine and moan that left his lips as he cried for the silver-haired demon, hands reaching for him, and who was mammon to deny something like this?

Mammon shoved his tongue in (name) 's mouth and relished as the Omega tugged at his hair "Wanna make me feel good?" He didn't even have to show his erect cock as (name) moved and took it in his mouth, mammon sighing at the tightness of his throat "he's a natural" Satan slapped (name)s ass as he pounded as Asmodeus sucked on his chest, the omegas hands going back to work as everyone slowly found a spot for them, the Omega cumming again in the process.

(Name) Was unconscious with Belphegor, needing a heavy rest before the next wave and thoroughly fucked out, the other alphas getting their turns after as Mammon reported findings and what the assassin admitted "She most definitely drugged Bee, our ruts not till winter" Asmodeus said thoughtfully, he should have just let Satan do what he originally wanted to do but that was (name)s choice, not theirs.

But now it was treason that they were talking about.

An attempted assassination against (name).

You see when Diavolo was the next king of hell, they were given rule of the overworld and essentially made (name) queen as they were to be overworld kings come coronation granted by their eldest brother.

And after this, (name) would be carrying their heir.

God, they were half erect at the thought of (name) pregnant.

"I have a manhunt for them, a bounty will be put up as well"

For now, they would care for (name).

When (name) woke, he couldn't feel his legs and his head felt foggy as he was placed into a warm bath "Good morning, lamb" Satan caressed his cheek "Alpha?" He said weakly, voice hoarse from their activities as Mammon gently massaged oils into him, the alphas already washing the cum and sweat off him "Hello pretty baby~ you took us so well, we are so proud of you" (name) chirped at the praise as he received loving kisses "after this was gonna feed you" Lucifer promised and (name) felt a slight sense of clarity "cuddle? Before heat comes back?" He asked as the others smiled, unable to resist the request.

(Name) Was naked and dried off as he cuddled the others who doted on him "You did so well, absolutely beautiful my love" Asmodeus cooed, and (name) let him kiss and love him "My garden?" He asked softly, why that was his worry beyond anyone but Lucifer eased his worries with the promise of the gardeners taking care of it.

For now, he was to relax.

[zepskies]

Bullseye

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

AN: This was requested by @flory-alexandra. Thank you, lovely! 💜 I just finished Dark Angel and this was too good to resist!

Word Count: 800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some spiciness.

“Babe,” Alec tried, for the second time.

He knew you heard him.

You were (supposedly) lost in your book, languidly turning each page, sometimes licking a finger to make that part easier.

He had a feeling you were doing that one on purpose. Each new sight of the tip of your tongue made his gaze zero in on your pretty mouth.

“Hey,” he said, a little more pressing.

He managed to get your eyes lifted over your book. “Hmm?”

You were stretched out on the couch, still wearing your pajamas. He was sitting in a lounge chair nearby, bored out of his damn mind. It was a rare day where the two of you had a day off work at the same time. The least you could do was pay attention to your boyfriend.

He dug his hand into his big bag of popcorn and shoveled a handful into his mouth.

“I’m going stir crazy in here,” he complained around a mouthful of kernels. “Why don’t we go do something?”

Your brows knitted together.

“This is the first time all week I’ve gotten a chance to read my new book in peace,” you said. “Why don’t you go hang out with Joshua? He’s all by himself, cooped up in that house.”

Alec sighed. “The guy’s freakin’ Picasso. He spends all day painting.”

“It’s good he has a hobby,” you said absently. “Now shush. I’m reading.”

He rolled his eyes. “By all means, continue reading your smut in front of me.”

You shot him a narrowed look for that one, but he spied the edge of your curving lips, your telltale blush. The cover of the book left little to the imagination.

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle.

Alec smirked. 50 Shades of Whips and Chains, or whatever the hell, he thought.

His girl was a freak. But then again, so was he.

With a loud sigh, he reached deep into the popcorn bag and grabbed another handful. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth, he chose to pick out one and a time and toss at you.

The first one fell by your side. That, you could ignore.

The second one hit you dead in the forehead.

You lowered your book and glared at him.

“Alec,” you said flatly.

He gave you a lazy grin and tossed another. It fell down your V-neck shirt and into your bra, right between your breasts.

His smugness intensified, and he shot you a cheeky look.

“Bullseye,” he said.

Your brows rose. You set down your book (making sure to dogear the page you were on) and you reached into your bra to find the elusive piece of popcorn.

You scrutinized it for a moment. Then you popped it into your mouth.

You had the nerve to wink at him as you chewed.

Alec was wide-eyed for a moment…but all too soon, his Cheshire grin was back. He had the look of a predator as he watched you lick the salt off your fingers with nonchalance.

You didn’t seem to notice him sliding off the chair. The moment your head turned his way, he pounced.

His superior speed had him on top of you before you even realized he’d moved, and you squealed with laughter when he pinned you down on the sofa by your wrists.   

He smirked down at you unrepentantly.

“So you’re just gonna tease me all day, is that it?” he said.

He leaned down and spoke near your ear. “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”

His voice had the power to make you shiver with delight, but it was his teeth grazing the shell of your ear that did it. His lips and tongue made a sensuous path down your neck.

Alec let go of your wrists to let his hands drift down your sides, delving under your threadbare shirt that you so often wore to bed. His movements were slow and calculated as he inched the shirt up your body and over your head.

He unclipped your bra with a practiced hand. Once he’d freed the straps from your arms, he tossed the satin cups away, making you giggle. 

You took his face in your hands and met him with a searing kiss. You already felt his desire pressing against your inner thigh. It made heat flood down between your legs, right where you both wanted him to be.

The book laid forgotten on the coffee table. Probably for the rest of the day, if Alec had anything to do with it.

Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of you, but he could be very persuasive...

So you decided to put your hobby aside and give your man some much needed attention. 

AN: This one's short, but I had a lot of fun with it. 😂💜 Let me know what you think!

Alec's such a fun (and deceptively complex) character. I so enjoyed exploring him more in the mini series I have coming up in January: "Being Human." In case you missed the preview I posted last week, here it is...

👀 Sneak Peek:

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster...

Alec McDowell Masterlist

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[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 29﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> Event Masterlist

Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Wax Play

Warnings: Wax play, soft dom Sugu <3, use of the word 'Daddy'.

Your ears heard the sound of the entrance door opening and closing, followed by footsteps from Suguru, you bit your lip in anticipation, and you let him come to the bedroom door, sitting pretty in a black lacey lingerie and darting your doe eyes at him. Suguru tilted his head, smirking and leaning against the door frame, "Oh wow, someone is all dressed to please me, hmm?"

You are blinded by how beautiful he looks at times, the love in your eyes showing oh-so-easily for him; he would ask you to die and you would. He would ask you to kill, and you would. Calculated footsteps followed through, hands wrapping around your throat and tilting your chin up. Your lips reflexively parted he moment Suguru's gaze landed on you. You wanted a kiss so bad.

You had been teasing him over texts for hours, ever since he left for work. Now he has the time to get back at you. "Got you something." Suguru hums, leaning back and not allowing you to brush your lips against him. His shirt came off; just to make you feel more intimate. "Got these." He cooed, taking out a white colored wax candle. His other hand brought the lighter and lit it up. Your eyes were intermingled with two things, slight nervousness and anticipation.

To ease your worries, Suguru dripped the wax on the skin of his palm, "won't burn you, I promise." He gently chided, you couldn't possibly expect someone as thoughtful as Suguru to not do research now do you?

You gulped, smiling softly at his sentence, "Okay Daddy."

Suguru hummed, walking closer to you, kneeling between your legs, and taking off the fresh set of lingerie you bought for him. "God, I can't wait to ravish you, Angel." The affirmation came from deep below the depths of his throat, biting his lip at the sight of your naked body. Your nipples perked up at the cold air of the air conditioner.

The candle's wax turns into body oil, and Suguru is having fun just contemplating how cute the temperature play would be. "Spread your legs for me," Suguru commanded, glancing at you with softened eyes to soothe the blow of his daunting order. You nodded, spreading your thighs apart. The candle tilted and within two seconds, you feel the hot wax drip right onto your clit. A soft hiss escaped you, the sting of hotness lasted barely a second, before fading off to a delicious feeling of warmth.

"Ngh," You rewarded him with an awfully lewd moan as more drops of wax dripped on you, his thumb finding a way to spread up the body oil into your clit, smirking at the sight of you dancing onto his fingers for more friction. The next turn was for your nipples, droplets of the wax dripping down onto the sensitive skin, making you whine for more. Your cunt was dripping wet, eager for more.

"Beg to be fucked," you heard Suguru order again, and it was as if a reflex had taken over your body. "Please, Suguru, fuck me." You begged in the most honey-laced tone, being such a good girl for him.

Your cunt was twitching around nothing, so awfully turned on with your boyfriend's little temperature play. "Aw, good girl. Look at you, like putty in my hand." Suguru commented, smiling down at you, leaning in to steal a soft, tender kiss.

"I love you, Angel." The voice came out from the depths of his heart, pouring all his love and affection into one sentence. "I love you too, Daddy." Your tone mimicked the same affection; the same love, as easy as breathing for the two of you.

"Going to fuck you nice, treat you even though you've been a little brat today." Suguru chuckled, remembrance of your thirst traps spammed to him stuck like a bulletin in his head. "I'm sorry Daddy, just missed you." You pouted, watching him spread your cunt lips, unzipping himself and thrusting into your cunt in one go, almost balls deep.

"Argh- Ah-" A guttural moan escaped your lips, it seemed like you were being torn apart in the best of ways, heavy panting echoing into the room. "Ssh ssh, take it, take it well." Suguru hummed gently, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply.

"Fuck, Angel, hugging me so tight, hmm?" Suguru hissed, moving inside you, with slow but deep thrusts. Until he can't possibly fuck you any deeper. Your womb stopping him from going any further. "Still can't take me fully, aw?" Suguru mocked you playfully, kissing your pout off.

His thrusts picked up their pace, kissing your collarbone and leaning in, suckling onto your perked nipples as his lips wrapped around your tits. "Cum for me, whenever you want." He smiled, noticing your walls flutter and twitch around him. "Gonna fill you up, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, arching your back as you felt the orgasm rake through your body, twitching and whimpering with a gasp. "Shit, shit- AH," every single moan, every single sound was vibrating with the way Suguru thrusts his cock into you, also tipping off the edge and filling your fluttering walls with his warm seed.

"That was- ah- amazing." You grinned, panting mess as you felt your high slowly come down. "Liked wax play huh?" Suguru smiled tenderly at you, smooching you once more.

"Next time we'd try edging." You giggled, and Suguru rolled his eyes. "Then you'd start crying that you want to cum and I'm being mean," Suguru commented, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"I WONTT" You whined out, pouting. "We both know, you will," Suguru smiled, gently taking himself out and watching his cum gush out of you with a frown, tucking it in with his fingers. "Promise, I won't." "Okay then, if you cum without permission next time, I'd ruin your orgasm," Suguru commented and watched you pout again... with a laugh. "See, this is what I was talking about Princess, spoiled you too much haven't I?"

[ornii]

Hi love your works! Was wondering since it’s that time of year would you consider doing a Bitterly Beautiful Halloween Special or One Shot?

I already had something planned!

Bitterly Beautiful: Hallows Bearing

“Absolutely not..”

“Aww Cmon..”

The Spookiest Time has come to Nevermore and the the decrepit school has been given a thin white blanket of frost to freshen it up. (Y/n) sat on Wednesdays bed, tilting his head to her direction. It’s been a few months since the duo defeated Crackstone, Tyler and Thornhill. After his near death, well technically his death experience, (Y/n) and Wednesday have a newfound love for each other, even if Wednesday barely shows it.

“You seriously don’t want to go to the Hallows Eve celebration?” He said, Wednesday keeps her head forward into her novel, typing so calculating on the Typewriter.

“And bore myself to death outside? I’d rather watch the others freeze in the discomfort of my own room.” She said, (Y/n) chuckled and stood up to approach her, he gets behind her and peers over her shoulder. Wednesday doesn’t stop him, him being blind severely limits his ability to peer into her work.

“You really don’t want to spend time with me? Your favorite Blind helpless boyfriend? I know you have a hero complex.” He says smugly, Wedensday stops typing and tilts her head to him, “I couldn’t predict how annoying you’d be, if I knew I would have preferred you stay dead.” She say with her mundane flat tone, but he knows she didn’t mean it. He, with all the brazen pride, gives her the softest peck on the cheek. Wednesday, still not fully understanding of her emotions, slowly began to burn a shade of rose red. Wednesday scowled and he laughed.

“I can hear your brow furrowing. You’re not mad at me, are you?” He backs up and Wedensday approached, she doesn’t say a word, her death stare was more than enough to say that he’s made a crucial mistake. (Y/n), taking the biggest risk, gently pokes her cheekbones.

“Aww, don’t pout, you know I love you.”

“And you know I hate human contact.”

“Even If it’s my contact?~” (Y/n) utters with slower tone, letting his words dance in the ears of Wednesday. He felt the sudden force of being pushed down on her bed, before he can sit up, Wednesday gripped his wrists, and fully mounted him pinning his wrists to the bed, they were face to face. The sudden shift in the power dynamic was always something that occurred in their relationship, (Y/n) would tease and prod Wednesday, only in good loving spirit, and when she finally cracked and gave in, he got what he wanted.

“Even your contact… your Tried and tiresome acts of physical contact are overused and are fit to stay in the 30’s.” She said, she slowly leans into his ear and spoke sternly into it.

“Luckily for you, I consider myself.. Old Fashioned.” She replies, before their lips could get to know each other more intimately, they hear the doorknob shake, as if someone is trying to enter. Ajax opens the door to (Y/n) and Wednesday, who hurried got off of each other, Wednesday on her Typewriter while (Y/n) playing sorrowfully on the Violin.

“(Y/n).” He said, the inconspicuous boy stops his playing.

“Ajax, is there something you need? I was in the middle of something very important.” (Y/n) says, and Ajax nods and leans in the doorframe.

“Me and Enid are gonna go for the Permafrost Ball. You two wanna double date?”

“That sounds—“ (Y/n) began.

“Positively Suicidal.” Wedensday replies, cutting him off. Ajax shrugs and walks back. (Y/n) tilts his head to her direction.

“Is being liked that hard for you?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for a response. “I’ll leave you to your book.” He said, and left the room, Wednesday sighed with relief, and felt the pain in her back swell. She could only come up with one solution, ask the one person who seemingly knew everything but absolutely nothing at the same time, Enid.

The two stood in their dorm as Wednesday reluctantly asks.

“Enid, I… require your assistance.”

“Of course! Anything for my best friend and roomie.”

“Riveting… anyway, it seems I have come down with.. something… and I cannot conclude what Illness befalls me, so I’m asking the girl who knows everything.. but absolutely nothing.”

“What was that last part?”

“nothing, can you help?” She asks and Enid casually flips out her phone.

“Obviously! Now what’s hurting you?”

Wednesday walks around, pacing as Enid types.

“I awoke feeling dreadful during the mornings, even nearly vomiting… I, frequent the woman’s restroom more often, my taste buds have soured… my, my breasts have been feeling, tender… I don’t understand what this is.”

“Okay all done!” Enid searches and gets the result, “Drum roll please!” She Said, Wedensday just stares at her.

“Fine, and the winner is.. Pregn—“ Enid stares at the message for what seems to be forever, until she slowly looks up at Wednesday.

(Y/n) wasn’t in his form, he was assisting Eugene with his Bees, as Winter was coming and the lack of pollen will severely affect them. He exits the Bee house, as he does he senses that something is terribly wrong, little does he know, Wednesday Is storming over to him with Enid trying to defuse the death bomb heading straight towards (Y/n). He heard the footsteps approach and could tell by the shoe size and pace it was his girlfriend, and a less than enthusiastic pair following. He smiles as he senses his girlfriend.

“Wednesday my Love, you reconsidered?” He asks, her silence was usual but something was very off.

“I am going to castrate you...” she said with the scariest huff. (Y/n) was backed into a wall of the bee hive, completely confused by what’s going on.

“What? Why? What did I do?” He asks.

“You, put This parasite in me!” She scowls, Enid finally catches up, tired.

“Wednesday… don’t be so angry I hear it’s bad for the baby.” She said, basically spilling the beans, Wedensday turns around to say something but (Y/n) already picked up on it. His hand softly gripped hers and she turned back to face him.

“Wednesday?…” he asks, tilting his head down to her abdomen and Wednesdays cold and callous anger slowly subsided. She kept her eyes locked on his face, scanning it for any mood. But he suddenly but lovingly hugged her, feeling her icy but still body suddenly pressed up against him.

“I, didn’t know you were—“

“I was, afraid to tell you.” She mutters in his ear. “Wednesday Addams, afraid? Color me surprised.” He says, and she squints, not finding his little jabs amusing.

“I’m still considering the castration.” She hisses. (Y/n) relents with an awkward laugh.

“Okay, sorry… uh, who else knows?” He said, “You and I and unfortunately, Enid.” Wednesday said, and Enid waves from the back.

“Isn’t it great? I’m gonna be an aunt!” She says with auch giddy joy, Wednesday didn’t want to show it, but the tiniest smile was on her face. (Y/n) and Wednesday decide it’s best to spend time together, for them to discuss the next steps. But it was mostly (Y/n) kneeling at Wednesday, rubbing her belly so lovingly.

“Hey there little one, I can’t wait to hold you one day.”

“Why are you talking to the parasite.”

“Wednesday, Baby, please don’t call them a parasite…” He says, and gently nuzzles her abdomen.

“Have you told your parents?” (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday was silent for a moment. “No, I had not informed them of my current situation, I suppose we must eventually and I will tell them… I suppose telling yours will bear no fruit.” She says.

“I could care less about what they think, my Uncle will be overjoyed. But now that I think about it..” he begins, “If Enid knows… and being the social butterfly she is… she’s most likely told everyone already.” He says, (Y/n) gently took her hands once more.

“I understand if things will be, different, people tend to talk a lot and, I hope you won’t let what they say waver you. It, scares me… what if our child opens their eyes for the first time and vaporizes everyone? They hurt you or me or… be drones on, afraid of what this means. He said, Wednesday looked at his face, she calmly removed his deep black glasses, seeing his closed eyes, tears slightly welling up, Wednesday’s palms gently gripped his face and spoke as lovingly as she could.

“You are not your father, you will be a loving and fantastic father, regardless of what transpires with our.. Child.” She spoke so, reassuringly, this wasn’t some facade she was putting up, it was honest, genuine and loving. His lip quivers, but he shook down his fear and smiles.

“Now.. open your eyes.” She says, (Y/n) took a few deep breaths and nodded. He slowly began to open them, worried about what will happen, but then he finally gets to look Wednesday in her perfect deep auburn brown eyes. It was all still somewhat of a Blur, but he could make out her face. Wednesday could finally see his, the magic in his eyes faded. And his eyes were tinge of yellow, deep rooted gold. His head leans in and embraced her with a kiss. Their lips depart and there was only one question he had left to ask.

“Wednesday Friday Addams… will you marry me?”

“Yes (Y/n)… a thousand times over… yes.”

[ohworm-writes]

Hi!! Im back (Same anon who requested the soft!dom Nikolai), hope your day/night is going well ^^. Okay, for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about Nikolai with a virgin reader, and every time I do it makes me go crazy 😩😩 like, he already knew about the fact she’d never been with anybody intimately and he couldn’t care one bit, simply content with just kissing and cuddling, even being around her. However, one night the reader comes to him and says she’s ready to lose it, and Nikolai couldn’t be more excited. Honestly feel like he’d be nervous, not wanting to hurt her, even as he’s slowly opening her up with his fingers and she’s moaning, or when she’s begging for him to put it in already as he shush’s her and tells her to be patient.

Ultimately I think I’d be the softest experience ever, and he’d be nothing but gentle and attentive to her, do you think you could write something like this?? (Sorry for it being long again omg but I had sm to say 😭) and obv take ur time <33 🫶🏽

I'm so obsessed with your soft dom Nik thoughts anon like you have absolutely no idea. They wrack around in my brain like a pinball machine. I can't explain it to you any better than that, and I absolutely adore it.

PAIRING f!virgin!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, soft sex ]

He definately wouldn't care whether or not you're a virgin. To him, it isn't something that really matters much to him. If anything, when considering the act itself, it almost brings up, like you said, a sense of nervousness or anxiety to him in the fear that could possibly come with hurting you.

He isn't a small man, after all. In all aspects.

But when you come to him one night when he's lying down on the couch, spread out comfortably and ready to watch a movie with you, hearing you whine and keen out to him about how you need him... who is he to deny you? You - his sweet, precious, beautiful girl, needing to be taken care of.

That's his job as your boyfriend, after all. Is it not?

He brings you onto his lap, hands on your hips gently kneading the flesh of your thighs, keeping it simple at first as he kisses along your skin, slow and calculated, ensuring he lavishes all the attention he can possibly give to you. To worship and adore you in all of the ways that you deserve.

Hot, heavy, messy kisses, nothing short of tongue and teeth. Sloppy. Wandering hands that grab and grope, your flesh spilling out between the gaps of his fingers. Uneven, shaky, gasping breaths from the both of you, so desperate for more, yet equally trying to keep the situation controlled.

But you need more. And he gives it to you.

He switches your positions a bit, making you lay with your back to his chest, one of his big, warm hands shimmying itself beneath the waistband of those pretty, loose shorts that you had been wearing, two fingers gently teasing around your sex.

You're so fuckin' wet and it drives him absolutely crazy.

He'd use two of his fingers to spread your folds apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as he listens to all of the pretty sounds you make as he teases your cunt. Even with two separate layers of fabric separating your pussy from the open air, both of you can still hear just how wet you are.

One of his fingers is about as thick as two of your own, after all, so after long minutes of waiting, even one of his fingers makes you cry and whimper. And fuck, the way he just explores your insides, all slow and calculating, and then, when you're ready, sinking another finger into your drooling pussy.

Nik's singing you praises all the while, too. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as your head falls back onto him, whispering about how warm you are, how you're making such a good mess of his hands, how nice you sound, how you look fucking gorgeous falling apart because of him when he's barely even do anything.

You can feel him getting hard under you, too. Especially with the way his free hand presses down on your lower tummy, molding you into him as he slowly finger fucks you until you practically have tears in your eyes. As loving and caring as he's being, he's going so fucking slow, never giving you enough to be able to cum.

Whimper and whine all you want, but he's exploring your pussy! He wants to make sure he knows how every inch of your insides feel, the way your slick drips down his wrist, the little squeezes you make around his fingers. Let a man have his fun. :(

"Patience, апушка (sweetheart)."

He stresses, tutting you softly as you beg for him to go faster, for him to make you cum, and for him to just fuck you already. It's like he's patronizing you, almost - but the honey coating his voice is too similar to a siren's call, and it simply encourages you to listen.

And oh, is it worth it.

Nikolai is a man of many talents, but making you cum in record time and with such accuracy and precision is, in your humble opinion, his most impressive one.

He moves his arm that holds that hand that was inside of you under your leg, his other moving down to your clit as he presses you into him - even if you thrash, it won't stop him - as he just abuses that poor little pussy of yours, fucking his fingers in and out of you with one hand, curling them against and targeting that spot that makes it hurt to breathe while his other slaps and rubs your clit until you're seizing.

He makes you cum so hard you swear on you forget how to breath properly, cries so high pitched you can't even hear them, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, foot cramping, sweat coating every inch of your body.

Every sensation is just too overwhelming but gods, does it feel good.

That's why it almost pisses you off when he asks if he went too far and if you're okay, helping bring you back down to Earth with gentle kisses and a concerned voice. He brings his hands away from your sensitive pussy (not before licking his hands clean and almost cumming from the taste), tracing gentle figures across your skin as he waits for you.

He's so worried that, even from fingering you, he might have hurt you in some way. Even when you reassure him that you're okay and that's the hardest you ever came and that you still want more, he's so worried and hesitant even if he doesn't outwardly show it. You're his girl, and he'd never want to hurt you. :(

Beg him a little more and a little harder, though, and he'll cave. After all, he still hasn't taken care of his own arousal, his cock so hard he swears to himself that it hurts, and you're pussy is all stretched out and wet and waiting for him, right? And you still want his cock to fill you up, right?

And he does just that. He pulls his cock out from his own joggers that he had been wearing, shimmying them down just enough as he pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side. And fuck, the way you're drooling from your little hole has him weak - even seeing your pussy has him on the brink.

He's so cocky and smug all of the time, so he can't help himself than to be a bit of a tease, tracing his tip along the outside of your pussy, tapping it against your clit and tracing it down towards your hole, never pushing in, just having his fun. But even he can't take it for long, having to bite his lip and just go for it.

He's so careful, distracting you with a hot and heavy make-out session, hands at your hips, gently massaging them as he sinks you down onto his cock inch by inch. Not only is his cock thick, but it's so big that even a few inches in has you whining and needing a rest before he tries to keep going.

"So good for me... doing such a good job, yeah? Look at you. Look at how well you take me."

He's talking to himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. Not when you're so warm and wet and willing to take him.

When it comes to him actually fucking you, he takes his time - similar and different to earlier. His fingers are different from his dick, obviously, so now he's especially careful and considerate about your comfort - always checking in, always making sure you're okay and that you're feeling good as he bounces you up and down on himself.

Have you ever heard that thing that guys will avoid looking at you and do things like a times table in their head to stop themself from cumming so quick? No? Yes? Whatever the case, lucky for you, that isn't Nik.

He's so obsessed with the facial expressions you're making, the sounds that are coming out past (both of) your lips that his own climax climbs up with such suddenness and force, slamming into him as he does you.

A broken curse in Russian falls from his tongue as he can't help himself, his balls emptying out into you without warning, the faintest whimper coming from him as he fucks himself into overstimulation just to make you cum. :( He doesn't care how sensitive he is, he just wants to see you fall apart.

And just... ugh. Aftercare king >>>

He makes sure you're comfortable and gets you all cleaned up (even though he himself has trouble walking from how hard he came), bring you some water and some pain killers and something to eat if you ask, and makes sure you get all the praise and love you could ever ask for. <3

[pinkanonwrites]

Greetings. Could I perhaps request a male reader rejecting a confession from Jade and Floyd (separately) because he knows how they operate and that he’s liable to be tossed aside the instant he isn’t entertaining to them?

OUCH OWF OOF OWIE

I love this idea and the angst potential but I just KNOW it's gonna hurt. Hope you enjoy regardless.

Male Reader, angst

"I... I can't. I'm sorry."

"...But why?"

"What happens when you get bored of me? When I'm not entertaining to you anymore? Are you just going to throw me away? I can't- I won't do that to myself. It isn't fair. I'm worth more than that."

Jade is a man of cunning and calculations, he never puts himself out if he doesn't think it's 100% worth his time and effort. So when he finally set up the perfect situation to ask you out, he'd expected you to be delighted by the proposal. As eager as he was. Where did he go wrong? He was so certain you'd felt the same. He'd seen your shy glances his direction, the way you struggled to maintain eye contact when he'd offer you a line that could easily be taken as either a flirtatious offer or simple teasing. He'd calculated everything perfectly, and yet...

The hurt barely shows on his face for a moment before he's smoothed it over with his usual nonchalance. "I wasn't aware you thought so little of me." There's no bite in his tone, but the words speak enough for themselves that there doesn't need to be. He is hurt, but damn him if he's going to actually show it.

He retreats from you for a long while after that, no matter how much it pains him. No longer does Jade seek you out between classes and in the library to monopolize your attention, nor does he buss your tables at the Mostro Lounge to slip you a free drink when Azul's attention is occupied. He's doing a lot of internal thinking at this point, Because as much as your words hurt him, Jade couldn't find cause to refute them.

He wants to prove that you are different, that you're worth far more to him than being a mere plaything, but for the first time in his life he isn't sure how. He's become so adept at manipulating people that he has no clue how to show you that he's genuine for a change. He has no idea where to begin.

Floyd's instinctual feeling is anger. Anger at being hurt, anger at letting himself be vulnerable only for it to be thrown back in his face. Angry that he thought he'd found someone who truly wasn't afraid of him, no matter how unpredictable he could be. And though he regrets it by the time he's made it back to his dorm, in the moment he can't think of anything other than throwing all that anger back in your face.

"So you're just gonna throw me away first? Hah! Well maybe you're right! Maybe you aren't worth my time! You're just a shrimp anyway, and there's millions of those! What good can a magicless human even do anyway? I only thought I liked you cause you're weird, and that's it! So don't even bother trying to be my friend or anything, cause I. Don't. Care!"

But Floyd cares. He cares oh so much. Why would he bawl, uncharacteristically silently, into his pillow after returning to his dorm if he didn't? Why would his first instinct be to turn back around and comfort you, beg for your forgiveness, even as he was storming away? It's not true, none of it. You're so much more than just a shrimp to him, and he's never going to find someone else like you. But it's too late for that. He's already ruined everything, like always. You were right not to trust him.

He's painfully muted for the next few days, and the entire campus can't help but notice. He skips his basketball club and barely keeps his head up in class, choosing to haunt the back kitchen of the Mostro Lounge like a shadow and wash dishes lest he risk running into you. He's so... Not Floyd, so it doesn't take long for word to reach you, as people considered you two to be attached at the hip by this point. But even if you try to track him down on your own, he'll be making a concerted effort to avoid you completely. He's completely convinced he's already irreversibly destroyed anything the two of you could have had, and he knows he won't be able to keep it together if he has to face you.

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Old Books ~ *Dan Heng*

Summary: You're looking for a new book to read, so you decide to see if Dan Heng has any. This leads to the two of you engaging in a debate about books and languages to learn...

Pairing: Dan Heng X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 582

Warning: Dan Heng is a bit OOC. This is an AU to the highest degree.

Masterlist

“All I’m saying is Don Quixote was not that great of a book.” You shrugged, perusing one of Dan Heng's many bookshelves.

“And I’m saying you’re absolutely wrong.” He shook his head. “Don Quixote is a charming novel I found on Terra. It was funny and thought provoking at the same time.”

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you call a novel funny, especially one from Terra." You shake your head with a teasing smile.

He shot you a glare. "Forgive me for not being textbooks and calculations all the time."

You held your hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that! But I’m sorry. I just found Don Quixote boring.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Let me guess. You liked those Jane Austen and Brontë novels instead, didn’t you?”

You looked over at him, horrified. “Oh hell no! Wuthering Heights was worse than Don Quixote by a long shot! Heathcliff was the absolute worst!”

He smirked and shook his head. “You’re correct in that observation. I never understood how writers from that age thought those stories were romantic. Are there any classical novels from Terra you do like?”

You paused to think. “Good question. Well, I think the Count of Monte Cristo was really good, one of my favorites actually. A Tale of Two Cities is also pretty good. And I did enjoy reading Anna Karenina and War and Peace.”

One of his eyebrows perked up. “You read War and Peace?”

“More like I skimmed through it.” You mumbled, letting out an awkward giggle. 

Dan Heng shook his head again. “You should read it some time. I think you might enjoy it after you get past all the fluffy 19th century language.”

“I’ll be sure to look into it if I can find it. You never clean up around here. It makes it hard to find anything in this place.”

“Everything has a place and everything is in its place.” He reminded you, his voice sharp.

You rolled your eyes, before muttering under your breath. “Yeah well it seems the place for everything is all over the floor.”

“I heard that!”

All you could do was laugh and hope he didn’t kill you. However, after digging through the shelves some more, you were surprised when he handed you a large book with the words War and Peace printed on the front. You took it, surprised that it felt lightweight despite how big it was.

“Found it.”

“So you did.”

As Dan Heng went back to looking for a new book to read, which was easier said than done, he asked, “So, what’s the oldest book you’ve read?”

“Hmm, probably the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

He nodded. “Not a bad little epic. But I’ve read books older than that.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Of course you have. It's your thing. You love reading books from way back when and from all over the universe. You can probably read every language in the universe and understand it. Even dead languages!”

“Well, I could teach you some if you’d like.” He shrugged.

You perked up. “Please? There are so many cool languages I’d love to learn and use to both impress and scare people with.”

He laughed. “Alright. Pick a language and we’ll start learning when we both have time.”

Nodding, you added smoothly. “You better be prepared for all the love notes in multiple languages I’m going to send you when we're traveling through planets.”

He sighed. "I don't doubt it."

[lovergirl4vox]

Okay what about a Vox x reader where the reader is Val’s sister but is his complete opposite like shy and gets flustered when it comes to the stuff her brothers work so instead she works the financial department and works on finances and stuff so she works with vox a lot because of it and they fall in love the rest is up to you

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I love every prompt you've given me so far! ^ ^ I'll probably be writing more because I'm out on summer break now!Take some head cannons while I get back on my feet to write longer stories.

POLAR OPPOSITES

I believe that Vox originally wouldn't have payed much attention to you as Valentino. Considering you were just a worker of his it was just another unexciting thing.

He always knew Valentino was...interesting in his own way, and kind of expected you to be the same. And to his surprise you weren't.

The first time he ordered you to visit Valentino for a quick work thing to get the calculations of the amount of cash Valentino had made that month, considering how lazy the moth was.

Vox was just scrolling through cameras before noticing your figure in front of the moth pimp. He noticed your behavior, and how you acted anxious, and flustered.

He was surprised considering you were literally a sibling to the pride rings greatest sex pimp. Vox figured you'd have a stomach enough to deal with the moths constant wearing of having his workers around him. Which was proven false.

For some reason Vox found that interesting and really tried pushing your buttons afterwards he learned how shy you were.

Even if he was unprofessional by flirting, and teasing you. He soon recognized how it was no longer a funny joke and grew into something else.

He'd constantly start teasing, and flirt with you even more. Even Papermint would notice this weird habit Vox had, but he never spoke out in fear Vox would retaliate.

Vox would send you out for more jobs just for him to see your flustered face more.

He never dreamed of confessing it would be a big hit to his ego if he had submit to defeat between this little game he had made in his head between you both.

Valentino noticed some changes. He recognized how Vox would send you In more, not visit as often, and would constantly be around you, or just make it for you to be around him.

Valentino would be lying If he said it didn't matter to him, when in reality it was a punch to his ego as he would state.

"How dare that little puta start chasing after mi hermana!? He looks so pathetic. Chasing after that perra. I was better, he was out of my league anyway."

Valentino would curse and throw a fit over it. He didn't care if Vox liked you, for a fact. He didn't even care about Vox's feelings, he just wanted that attention, and validation he craved just like Vox.

He didn't say much to you not that it even matters, since you both didn't have a good relationship either way.

Vox would notice this petty behavior Valentino had, which he found amusing, but his goal was to get to you. Not Valentino.

Once he ended up getting drunk and accidentally admitting his love for you which sent you into a flustering mess.

The next day Vox would try brushing it off before admitting to defeat after you'd been calling out his behavior.

Your relationship with him would change a bit as he would continue the teasing but it'd be tuned down to small comments and nicknames.

You'd spend more time with him, which he was the one that would plan that.

Valentino was a bit grumpy about the sudden Announcement of you both dating, purely out of rage about Vox chasing somewhere else for attention. He brushed it off though, and just continued on. It wasn't his business and his pretty face wasn't worth getting wrinkled because of that, he would say.

At the end Vox would be a big tease about you being siblings with Valentino, yet still flustered about all the sexual stuff Valentino worked with.

[rebelscums]

You Drew Stars (Tech x Jedi reader)

Ratings: Angst | Slow burn | Fluff

Summary: Unrequited love is a real bantha

Pt 1 of You Drew Stars

Everything… Our home… Our lives… It was all gone. Sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Kamino had became a second home to me when I was first assigned to my squad, Clone Force 99. Otherwise known as the bad batch. The council thought my presence would help the team to be less wreckless, but they were once again wrong.

I did my best to take care of my team, to keep them safe with each battle we were faced with. In time they came to feel the same, our once shaky team became a family.

The few years were filled with funny moments and sad ones from losing friends along the way. My life had been as simple as it could be thrust into a war… That is until order 66.

Everything became messy back then. I ran away that day with Kanan as we fled from the clones we once called friends who were hunting us. I managed to get him somewhere safe before our paths parted. It meant what we wanted, the two of us with our only connections to our lives before and the Jedi. I had to leave the young Padawan, the only safest option to keep our identities hidden. I prayed to the force every night that he was safe as I continued to my journey to find my squad. To somehow reason with them… Months passed before I was able to track down my makeshift family.

When I found them in that dingy bar, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was like the missing pieces in my heart were put back together. Hugs and greetings were made and I still remember the shock I felt when Tech gently wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s good to see you again General.”

It was no secret between the squad that I had a particular soft spot for the intelligent clone. It happened slowly through our days of war and the only thing to keep me from curling in on myself were long conversations with him of absolutely anything. Those moments were carried with me in my recent days of being alone.

“I am no longer your General.” I joked.

“Impossible. You will always be our general.” Was his simple reply.

I smiled into his armor, “I missed you to, Tech.”

It didn’t take long to relise that they were on the run from the empire as well. They told me about how they found out chips were implanted in the heads of every clone trooper forcing them to follow order 66. A heavy weight left my chest from hearing that it wasn’t truly them, but returned just the same thinking about all the poor clones out there who have to commit such atrocities… Then they told me about Crosshair and the feeling of pain only grew.

Though I did meet a new friend by the name of Omega. She was a sweet girl with a brilliant mind and I quickly took her under my wing. Absolutely no one would hurt this bright soul.

From that moment on we spent months chasing after adventures throughout the galaxy and working under Sid. Sid however, knew nothing of me being a Jedi and I’d like to keep it that way.

Everything was different, but not different in a bad way. Our family grew closer as we slowly learned what we could be apart from war. Tech and I grew closer, noticed by all especially Wrecker who seemed to tease Tech any chance he got. I still remember the first time I fully opened my grief to Tech.

It was just after Camino being destroyed, Crosshair staying behind once again for his beliefs, destruction surrounded us all. It was odd that it was in that moment that what we have lost hit me in an aching force.

“I can’t breathe.” The words barely got out as I held on one of the crates lodged in the back of the ship, “I can’t-”

Everything was shaking as if an earthquake was occurring in that very room. It wasn’t until later that I realized it was because of me and my heightened emotions causing an imbalance in the force.

“It is quite normal to be experiencing lack of breath do to an accelerated heart rate. By my calculations you are having a panic attack.”

“Tech.” I pleaded with the clone.

“I apologize… I’m afraid the only thing to stop your condition is to get your heart rate down.”

“How?” I cried out, a wooden crate crumbling into pieces on the other side of the wall.

I didn’t notice the way Hunter entered the room or Tech silently nodding at him to wait outside.

“Everything is gone! Our home is gone! My friends are… Crosshair… The Jedi… My master Secura. My force, Master Billaba didn’t deserve to die either! If only I had stayed to help her, but instead I ran. And your home didn’t deserve to be destroyed! Everything! Everything is just… Gone.”

“You are not gone. I am not gone.” He spoke softly, “Neither is Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Echo, or Crosshair wherever he may be… And you didn’t run. You helped your friend’s padawan escape, you saved that kid.”

My breathing began to slow down as I took in his words. He was right in a way… We were not gone.

“As for our home is not gone either because a place doesn’t make a home-” He took a small breath, “We make each other a home.”

“Tech…” I spoke his name as soft as a gentle breeze.

“Your heart rate seems back to normal. How do you feel?” He asked.

I wiped the sticky tears from my face as I took a breath, “Better.”

I gave him a soft smile, one he returned.

I think that was the moment my heart began to beat a little faster for the tall trooper. He gave me a feeling that I have only ever felt before I was taken in by the council. When I was, but youngling held close to my mother’s side… A feeling of comfort and home.

My feelings only grew stronger from there as I slowly came to the terms that I was in love with Tech… A problem in and of itself and so here I was trying to solve my problems in a bucket of mantell mix.

“I don’t know what to do Hunter.” I sighed, “Jedi were forbidden to form any attachements… But I am no longer a Jedi under the council.”

“You could always just tell him.” He suggested.

“Have you met your brother? I can barely touch him without the poor man freaking out. Imagine just suddenly telling him I like him… He would go into shock! No, I need to do this slowly… Ease into it maybe?”

“That seems… Stupid.” He chuckled and I followed it with a sigh.

“It’s the only option I have. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by suddenly confessing and I don’t even know if he likes me back yet.” My shoulders slumped, “Oh my force, what if he doesn’t even like me back?”

“I highly doubt that.” Hunter muttered under his breath.

“Come again?” I asked not hearing him.

“Nothing.” Hunter shook his head as he stood up, “Why don’t you try openly showing how you feel and see if he returns it.”

My brows furrowed, “Like flirting?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah. Although I think it’s stupid to not just admit your feelings, but it’ll give you confidence and when you feel comfortable to confess, do it.”

Wreckers voice echoed throughout the cantina signaling their arrival.

“Oh look who’s back.” Hunter smirked as he patted my shoulder as he left, “Good luck.”

I took a breath before sliding off my stool to greet the other half of our team. I slid in beside Tech, his eyes barely glancing up from his holopad.

“General.” He greeted with ease.

“Tech.” I mused as I carefully pushed the holopad down from where he had it so close to his face.

I could see the confusion and slight embarrassment in his eyes, “How was the mission? I have no doubt you handled it perfectly as you always do, yes?”

“Ah…” He trailed off and I could see his nervousness already starting to rise and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

It was honestly adorable in a way that embodies Tech. I waited patiently for his response in no means of retreating. He was just about to answer just as Omega wrapped me up in a hug.

“You wouldn’t believe the adventure we had!” She smiled as I returned her hug, “There was this huge sea beast and Tech whipped the ship so fast it we almost crashed into a cliff!”

“You what?” Hunter stepped in causing Omega to pull away from and towards him.

“I wouldn’t say crash. I had everything perfectly under control.” Tech intervened.

“Yeah!” She grinned.

“Tech crashing? I’d never believe that.” I glanced back up at Tech with a cheeky grin.

“Indeed.” Tech’s lips twitched upward slightly in return.

If anyone would ask me describe Tech’s eyes. I would say it felt like the warmest of hugs when he would wrap me into his gaze. I thought maybe… Just maybe…

We could be.

“Say… Do you want to go get something to eat?” I asked him hoping that he would agree and we could get some time alone.

“Oh I’m starving! But only if you’re cooking!” Wrecker boomed.

I couldn’t even be angry at the big teddy bear when he rubbed his stomach as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even though I know fully well that they are because, I made them the food.

I let out a breathy laugh, “Well we should get going then.”

Our family was crazy messy and dramatic, but it was perfect… Until it wasn’t.

“Before you guys go I have another mission for you! It involves one of my informants.” Sid waved at us to follow her into her office.

As we walked by the bar, I grabbed my mantel mix and handed it to Omega so that she could have something to snack on before dinner.

“Thank you!” She accepted the treat, happily shoving a handful in her mouth and passing the box to Wrecker so he could eat.

“She’s going to turn into Wrecker with her eating habits.” Tech sighed.

“I don’t know… She has quite a bit of each of your personalities.” I smiled gently at him as we entered the office, “If it’s any consolation, I like your personality the best.”

He fixed his glasses nervously, “I am intelligent so it’s only natural that you would think so.”

“I wouldn’t see it any other way.” I replied.

“Well now that you’re all here, this is my informant.” Sid motioned to the chair and we all directed our attention to the beautiful woman sitting in it.

“The name’s Phee.” She grinned.

[the-kr8tor]

The new fic I have done some things to get that bounty hehehe The swimming part caught me off-guard cus i can't swim but AYY LOOK AT THAT WE LIVED. Daily Hobie HC! Hobie looks so good in anything and probably everything you cannot change my mind. Hobie was admittedly surprised and a little anxious when he heard that he was getting a new stylist. He was even more anxious when he was just in a casual shirt and shorts, watching you stare at him with calculative eyes. Little did he know you were pondering why you ever applied because he definitely looked more charming and hotter than you had expected. Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you bring out a variety of clothes, before deciding on a red and black outfit for him to wear. Once he had put the clothes on, you circled around him a couple of times like a shark, your fingers brushing against a few bit for adjustment or any edits to be made to the fit the vision you had in your head. Hobie simply watched you with more relaxed eyes this time, looking over the clothes you had done for him as well with an impressed smirk growing on his lips, finding to be gaining a liking to the outfit. But of course you knew what he'd like. You were a good stylist.. Hobie sat down once more on the seat, letting you do his makeup. You knew he normally didn't like heavy amounts of makeup, and obviously followed his request. When you started on his eyeliner, Hobie had closed both of his eyes. However, upon feeling the brush against his skin, one of his eyes opened to look at you with a fond look. A fond look you knew all too well. You whisper back to him to close his eye and act normal, like you weren't his lover. Like Hobie didn't bury his face into your chest shamelessly this morning as he refused to get up, or let you get up. Surprisingly, you managed to get through the eyeliner without any major issues. Popping open a vibrantly-coloured pack of eyeshadow, you dip the fluffy brush into it, gently dabbing it over his eyelids into a fade over the eyeliner. Hobie's fingers make its way to your beltloops, pulling you closer to him with a hum, trapping you in between his legs. Despite your statements of being unprofessional, Hobie managed to convince you to stay like this while you do the rest of his makeup, relishing in the contact. Despite the two of you acting like you don't know each other, you knew that Hobie would like and dislike because he was your lover. Hobie was the one who would do your makeup for fun, and now here you were doing his for the sake of a few photoshoots. Undoubtedly, after being assured that nobody would be barging into the studio anytime soon, you began to make low, hushed teasing comments towards him, saying how you'll be giggling at him the entire time he gets commanded around. Hobie pushes the makeup brush away briefly as he rolls his eyes at your comment, retaliating with one of his own teasing comments on how he'll simply just get a new stylist. In reality, he didn't want any other stylist apart from you, since you knew him more than anyone else. You cupped his face as you applied a bright shade of red to his bottom lip, trying not to focus on the fact he took out his lip ring. Managing to apply black to his upper lip, the moment you pulled away to admire your work, Hobie pulled you back down, placing a kiss to your lips. Not only was his lipstick smudged, but it was all over your own lips as well, making you visibly flustered as Hobie simply chuckled. You allowed for him to take a small break, stepping back to let him stand up and wrap his arms around your hips, placing multiple kisses to your face and lips as you try to stifle your laughter and kiss him back. -🐦‍⬛

Yeess evil things 😈

Lmaooo same I'd drown in that rapids too ngl

Daily Hobie HC!!!

Gasp! Actor! Hobie or rockstar! Hobie??!

Lol i can just imagine Hobie pulling up in his regular walmart white tshirt and some cargo pants 😂😂 moistcritikal core 🤣 (he'd still look so good tho)

OMG WHAT A PLOT TWIST!!! And here I thought Hobie was just having a big ol crush!

This has ttn vibes if Hobie's band went famous

How scandalous! 🤭

Hobie with that lipstick look 😳🥴

Lmaoo imagine leaving the dressing room with Hobie's kiss mark left on their lips and Hobie's lipstick smudged and all smiley 😂 they literally cannot keep it a secret 🤣🤣🤣

[sapphicsourcee]

In the lab

“Shuri chill. Just give me a few more hours mama.” Riri said as she tried to push Shuri away.

“You’ve been in here all day usana. A few minutes away won’t hurt. Shuri says, while one of her hands moved up Riri’s neck, slightly turning it to the side, giving herself more room to kiss up and down Riri’s neck. Riri took a deep breath. She was using every ounce of will in her body to resist Shuri. “Anybody could walk in here and I need to finish these calculations.” Riri sighed. Yes, her calculations could wait, but she’s been super anxious to see how her suit turns out when she adds these new upgrades.

Riri gasped as Shuri’s free hand grasped her breasts while her mouth continued to leave hickies all down her neck. Shuri smirked when Riri let out a small moan. Riri has never been good at resisting her for too long.

Riri gripped the edges of the table when she felt Shuri’s hand slide into the waistband of her pants, cupping her outside of her underwear. “Fuck” RirI moaned, grinding herself into Shuri’s hand. “Mmmhmmm….I thought you needed to finish your calculations” Shuri rasped, slowly moving her hand to begin circling Riri’s clit through her underwear.

Riri started to moan. Temporarily forgetting all of her worries. “Princess” Griot called out. No answer. “Princess?” He called again.

“Griot silence all interruptions for the next hour. Shuri said over Riri’s moans. “But prince-“ “Now griot.” Shuri demanded. Cutting him off and turning her focus back to Riri, who was mere minutes away from cumming and barely holding herself up against the table.

Everything paused when they heard the clearing of someone’s throat. The distinct voice belonging to the one person neither Shuri nor Riri would EVER want to hear while being in such a compromising position. Queen Ramonda.

Shuri quickly pulled away. Turning around and hiding the slightly damp hand, that was just down Riri’s pants, behind her back. She was met with the face of her mother who was accompanied by Ayo, Aneka, and Okoye who were all trying desperately to keep their composure behind the queen.

Riri stood beside Shuri looking very flushed and embarrassed as Shuri stumbled over her words. “M-mother h-hi. What are you doing here?” Shuri stuttered. “Go clean yourselves up and when you get back we would like to see the updates you two made on the Dora Milaje spears.” Queen Ramonda said, looking very unimpressed. “Yes mother” “yes queen” they both said at the same time.

Shuri quickly grabbed Riri’s hand and rushed her to the private room in the back of her lab.

“Aneka, Ayo, and Okoye all burst into giggles as the two ran off. “Young people are like rabbits these days. I mean seriously? In the lab?” the queen said, shaking her head.

“Not just young people” Okoye mumbled, earning herself a shove from Ayo. She just caught Ayo and Aneka in a somewhat similar situation the other day.

“Shuri I could kill you right now” Riri grumbled, fixing herself in the mirror as Shuri washed her hands. “I swear you’re not getting any for the rest of the week. I’m so deadass. That is so fucking embarrassing.” Riri continued to rant while Shuri just giggled.

“I’ll make it up to you usana. I promise.” Shuri whispered. Kissing Riri softly before they left the room.

It’s safe to say the meeting was very awkward and they had to deal with teasing for weeks, even after Riri went home at the end of her break.

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I wrote this (like literally wrote on paper) while rewatching Wakanda forever as like a warm up to get back into writing and this is also my first Shuriri fic so don’t judge me too hard pls. And if you guys have some cute one-shot prompts feel free to comment them or put them in my ask box🫶🏾

[itsagrimm]

Garden Stroll

The castle gardens were charming. Even in the deepest of winter the well trimmed trees and swept little trails made for pleasant walks for the wealthy and bored.

Only for a short time of course.

It was winter after all and none of them wanted to have their lovely arses frozen.

General Price put up his collar against the winter cold and strolled past barren and snow covered flower patches.

Not that he minded most of the noble men and ladies avoiding the garden in winter. It gave him just the privacy he needed while also delivering the excuse of casual meetings for the most attentive.

"General. You look like a freezing peacock in those fancy clothes."

Price barely dignified his second in command's teasing with a greeting grunt.

"Sir Ghost, what a lovely surprise seeing you away from your castle in times of peace."

"The Lady wanted some new fabrics for the newest formal attire."

"Sounds like you will join me in looking like a peacock then soon."

Ghost sighed like a married man who realised he cared about his wife's willingness to uphold status to dress as she deemed appropriate for a man of his position. And most importantly, that he did not mind at all.

"Congratulations on the birth of your daughter, Simon." Price offered.

"Thank you. When will you visit again? The older ones miss their uncle and Mary has not seen you since we declared she was with child."

"About that..."

Price put his hands into his wool coat, wiggling his fingers a bit for warmth while searching for the right words.

"What do you think about having the princess stay at your castle for a bit, old friend?"

Ghost, raised his eye brows.

"Price. This is not the most stupid thing you have ever suggested but it's not far off." The Vice-General and old veteran gave his old friend a calculating look. "She is about to leave to marry soon."

"So I have heard." Price hit back.

"Are you saying she might not take that journey?"

Price leaned back and forth, the snow under his boots crunching softly.

"It is not out of the realm of possibility that the princess may in fact not leave the country to marry."

Ghost crocked his head.

"You are a fool, old man. I have kids. And a wife. Do you think I will put them on the line for a little posh girl who for once in her life has a responsibility?"

"Don't be cold."

"I am cold. Very much. Because you asked me to meet you in the fucking garden in the fucking winter. And no I will not put my head between princess posh and another cozy castle she doesn't feel like being in."

Prince gave Ghost a measuring look.

"How old is your oldest daughter again?"

"Don't." Ghost growled.

"Is it 5 years until they deem her ready to marry? 4 years? They barely let those girls grow to height nowadays. Especially girls of good stock."

"My girls are not brooding mares." Ghost snapped.

"No girl is." Price snapped back.

They starred at each other.

"Fuck." The honourable lord Ghost cursed, crossing his arms and looking up to the sky as if to find answers there written in the sky.

Price waited, knowing that his second in command would come to the same conclusions as he had.

"The princess can never step a foot onto my lands."

"Indeed."

Ghost gave Prince a mischievous look.

"Which means she needs to stop being a princess before that."

Price grinned back.

"Exactly."

[forlorn-crows]

Mushy May Day 18: Tickle Fight

Pairings: Aether/Cirrus

Words: 704

giving @askingforthesun half credit on the idea for this one, thanks babe

Cirrus. Serious. The two words, in addition to being alike in sound, are practically synonymous. She’s not cold or calculating, and she’s far from stoic. Cirrus is the warm, genuine, level-headed, sincere type of serious—but still, serious nonetheless. 

In group settings, that is. Behind closed doors, and perhaps swept up in the arms of one jovial quintessence ghoul? Well, she gets pretty silly.

“Aether—” she squeals, squirming under his grip as he snuffles into her neck, smushing his nose into her skin. “Stop, you’re a menace!” It's a token protest, and they both know it.

Aether laughs, mischievous and scheming. His hands creep up to just under her ribs, fluttering over the fabric of her t-shirt as he loops around to the other side of her face, rubbing his scruff along the underside of her jaw. It pries more giggles from her, breathy in anticipation of a bigger onslaught. 

“My dear Cirrus,” he teases. “How am I supposed to resist? You look so delicious, I could just—” Aether pauses, Cirrus already peering at him out of the corner of her eye, biting back a smile. He beams back at her with a giddy laugh, all fang and boyish charm. “—EAT YOU,” he finishes with a playful growl, attacking her ribs with fluttering fingers and rubbing his nose behind her ear. 

Cirrus howls, gripping onto his shoulders and scrunching her body at any angle she can in effort to wriggle away. Aether chases her movements, attacking different spots after she bats him away from the previous ones. There’s tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, stomach burning with laughter being forced from her lungs. 

“Ae–ha–Aethe–” Cirrus pleads, pushing his face away from her collarbone, narrowly missing the point of his horns. “Mercy, mercy!”

Aether gives a full belly laugh and wraps his arms around her instead, pulling her onto his lap. She snakes a hand out from between them to wipe her tears away with an amused trill. “Oh, you got me good that time,” she smiles. 

“Come here, darling, let me kiss them away for you,” he says dramatically, squishing her face between both of his hands. Aether peppers kisses along her cheekbones, at the corners of her eyes—all over her face, really, punctuating each peck with an exaggerated muah. But he doesn’t stop there, descending once more to her neck, even down to her shoulders, dotting kisses about every inch or so. 

Suddenly, his hands drop from her shoulders to grab just under her arms, squeezing her chest together. Aether buries his face in her tits within the same second, blowing loud raspberries across her cleavage, shoulders bouncing with stifled giggles. 

“Gah, you fucker!” Cirrus tosses her head back and barks a laugh before promptly shoving him square in the chest, knocking him back onto his elbows. “You’re gonna get it now, baby.” The ghoulette pounces, pinning his forearms to the bed with her knees and shoving her fingers into his armpits. 

“Cir–HA–not the—hah–armpits!” he roars, frantically trying to pull his arms out from under her shins. It’s no use, of course, she’s stronger than she looks. Cirrus flashes him a wicked grin before shoving her face into his own chest, rubbing the point of her nose back and forth across his sternum. 

“Yeah, not so fun when it’s your tits, is it?” she teases, sneaking her hands down his ribs and stopping to poke and prod at his belly. 

“N–no–AH.” Aether roars with laughter, attempting to evade her hands by becoming boneless and melting into the mattress. “Cir, please!” 

“Oh he’s begging now,” she jests. Cirrus flutters her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt, earning another howl. “You know I love that. Come on, let’s hear another.”

“Ple–e–ease, mercy, Cir, mercy!” The ghoulette grins and pulls back, letting his arms slip out from under her legs as she sits back on her haunches. Her tail whips behind her, smacking into the pillows playfully. 

Aether scrubs his face with his hands, sighing with relief. “You are a wicked, evil thing, Cirrus.”

She plops down on top of him, batting his hands away to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose. “You wouldn’t have me any other way, Aether.”

[titanicfreija]

Request

"Hey."

Freija knew the tone of her Warlock roommate making a request. "Yeah?"

"Think you and Sunny can help me out? Rex has always been a bastard about it, but I think with you and Sunny, we can look into who I was."

Sunny flew off her shelf with a whirl of her shell. "That sounds fun! Do we have any leads?"

Thomas shook his head, and Sunny wheeled even wider. "Ooh! Then I think I have a starting point! Are you okay with flying into a Dark Zone for a little bit?"

"Do you think we can find it?" Freija asked. "We didn't exactly have a map."

"I think I can!" Sunny declared. "I did my best to keep the travel times and speeds calculated for most likely locations! So I think I can do it!"

"Yeah?" Thomas asked. "What do you need of me?"

"Nothing, yet," Sunny said quickly. "Except that you come with us, just in case."

Thomas checked Freija, who lifted her chin to nod and smiled at him. "You have no idea what you've just unleashed," she teased. "She loves being nosy."

They ventured into the Dark Zone, flying low and close to one another. It took them a few hours to find the airport terminal in the valley, but Freija recognized it from the air. The bird shape could still be picked out with the Lobby 'head' and the wings and tail fanning out and individual terminals coming off those.

They landed in the parking lot and ventured to the ruin, rifles under arms and Ghosts over shoulders. The vast space gave them a good view of the trees surrounding them and nothing else.

"You're not going to find any databases actually in the facility," Thomas pointed out. "If it was that easy, I would have done it. All the systems were connected to a single network, across every port from here to the South Pole. The network has been down centuries.

"Yes," Sunny agreed. "Unlike you, however, I can hack my way through and find something like coordinates of a database in the network logs."

Thomas paused midstep, then continued with an easier pace and relaxed shoulders. "Thank you for being the kind of people I could ask," he sighed. "I have no idea how to hug Sunny or I would."

"I grasp between hands," Freija offered, letting Sunny drift forth.

They looked at one another awkwardly and Sunny finally nudged his shoulder. He patted her back, and the Ghost returned to her Guardian's side. "The gratitude is enough," she promised. "And please help me get Freija back to the Light when she gets herself killed."

"Think we might get lucky with the power again?" Freija suggested hopefully.

"If that collapse didn't ruin the scraps we worked with, I'll grow teeth," Sunny sighed. "We got lucky last time, there was barely enough lingering, and that was a closed, private, local system with a solar power source that failed centuries ago."

"So I'm looking for batteries?" Freija asked.

"Or a generator," Sunny confirmed. "I can't decide if starting at the bottom and getting landed on is worse than falling in with the top floor."

"I'm staying outside because I'm not suicidal and I've already seen enough damage," Thomas said. "I'll search the ships out here for anything useful."

The Guardian worried about another collapse, but the lack of thundering space rhino reassured her for the structural integrity.

She made her way inside while Thomas ventured around the outside, examining ships and checking for threats. 

The empty spaceport looked much the same as last time, smelling like metal and dust, boot steps echoing in the cavernous lobby.

"There's all kinds of ships out here," Thomas said over comms. "Amanda would have loved this hangar."

"We said that, too. See if Rex can break down that wall of tools. I'm pretty sure backwards-engineered schematics would be good to have if they can't get anything else."

"We were trying to figure out why the Eliksni haven't raided the hell out of it. Is something wrong with it?"

"Not that we can detect," Sunny said. "We guessed between age and the port's structure, they would want to wait for a real collapse, rather than risk causing it. Patient when they want to be. Especially now that both Guardian and Cabal came by already and left."

"Hm."

"Your blood is still out here."

Freija had to remind herself that getting violent would bring a lot of arching ceiling on her head. "Good to know," she lied thickly. 

"Never seen so little Guardian blood at once. Normally it's all or nothing. Can't believe you survived."

Freija had to count breaths to stop herself from snapping. "Do you have to make fun of me? I know it was stupid."

"I'm genuinely impressed. More impressed that you navigated this pile of wreck down here, this is just concrete dust and rusted steel. Impressed with the Cabal or Shadow Legion or those ones that ran off with the Psions, maybe? Either way, they lived after having this shit fall on them, I'm similarly impressed with them as with you for surviving that ass-kicking."

"Is anything useful?"

"You keep bringing home these crazy stories, it just feels like you should be exaggerating at the least," he continued, ignoring her.

"Thank you, Thomas, I'm sure Sunny appreciates the validation but you're pissing me off and if you think I won't haul you over my fucking shoulder to carry you back to the Light--"

"Generator!" Sunny interrupted with an indicator on Freija's visual feed. 

A pile of framed motors stood stacked in a single room, wires connected in batches and wrapped together leading into the ceiling. It took no effort at all to disconnect them. Carrying it, however, proved to be trouble. While it wasn't exactly heavy, it was unwieldy for its size. Regardless, Freija hauled it to her back and lumbered to the central info desk.

~~

Request

Communication

The Database

Something Else

Campfire Stories

Jealousy 

Bickering 

Revealed

[serickswrites]

just found u and i love ur writing!!

i have a vision, hear me out. So hero is a part of a clan/group that have the same powers and that pass on the same title. heros mentor currently has the title and hero is excited to inherit it as its a huge responsibility but there is no other choice to keep the city's hero alive throughout generations

But!! hero has fallen in love with villain and Mentor likes to tease hero and puts hero on a mission where they find out the next person to have the superpower is villains son,,, villain knows this and has been hiding their angsty teen away who is beginning to lose control of his powers,,,, what happens next :00

Hello anon! This is an interesting idea. I can definitely explore it a little bit. To be clear, everyone in this story is an adult! Please enjoy!

Hero sighed. It was hopeless. They couldn't help their feelings. They had fallen hard and they couldn't snap themself out of it. Hero didn't have a problem with being in love. That was perfectly reasonable. What they had a problem with was who the object of their affection was.

Villain.

Villain was their sworn nemesis. Or so that's what Mentor had said. The moment they had inherited their powers from Mentor, their world had changed. It had always been this way. Once a hero felt their apprentice was ready to take up the mantle they would pass on their power. It was the same for Villain's group as well. And Mentor had made it very clear when Hero was ready to take up the mantle that they were now the sworn enemy of Villain and all of their ilk.

And so Hero had agreed, thinking that they could fight their feelings. And they had for years. Had watched and pined for Villain from a distance, never acting on their thoughts or feelings. But they hoped. And loved Villain even though nothing could ever come of it. Not while they were both the ones with the powers.

After, Hero thought to themself as they reported to Mentor, after this is all said and done and I pass the power over, then, then I can let Villain know how I feel.

"Hero, so good of you to finally join us."

"Sorry, Mentor, I was researching."

"Fawning over Villain more like." They waved their hand to cut off Hero's sharp response. "I don't care. I brought you here today to give you your next assignment."

Hero shut their mouth and nodded. Whatever Mentor needed they would do, it was their job.

"This one's important. And just a info gathering mission," Mentor began slowly.

"What am I gathering information on?"

"My sources tell me that Villain will be passing on their power soon, I need you to find out to whom. Because if we stop the transition, we stop the whole criminal network. For good."

Hero's mouth went dry. "I understand." They left before Mentor could give them further instructions. They did not want to fail, but they did not want this mission.

***

Villain hurried through Lair. They had heard the whistling sound before the explosion. They had known it was coming, and yet they couldn't stop it. "Kid!" They shouted as they started to wade through the rubble.

"I'm over here," came a muffled voice. "Sorry, I don't know what happened, I'm sorry."

Villain hauled their gangly child from the rubble. Though they had recently come of age, Villain couldn't help but see the baby, the little child, they had raised. "It's ok. You're not hurt?"

Kid shook their head. "No. I'm fine. I don't get why I can't be more like you. Your power isn't as....as...as difficult to control."

Villain pursed their lips. It was true. Villain's powers were not explosive. They were cool, freezing, and very calculated. When Kid had shown signs that perhaps their powers took after their other parent more, Villain knew they had to hide Kid away. And protect them from those that would one day come for them. Villain knew they were on borrowed time at this point. "You're young. It takes a lot of work. Keep training, Kid."