#bitch i didn't even know you were supposed to use wraps and gloves at the same time. i thought it was an either/or situation

[themonsterunderthebed]

thinking vague thoughts about how the boxing instructor has now mentioned a couple things that were par for the course in tae kwon do as being distinctly bad for you

[ladydaemon]

SICK DAYS

kaz brekker x female! reader

A/N: Yes, I realize how cliché and very non-Kaz this is. I tried my best guys, but I am in the mood for fluff and only fluff so yeah.

Summary: After a night in the rain, Y/N has a cold and it's up to Kaz to take care of her, a difficult task indeed.

Warnings: swearing, really horrible writing, not proofread writing, just me spitting out Words™ at three in the morning

Dangerous assassins do not need sick days.

It was an extremely hypocritical thought, and Y/N knew it. She thought the thought anyway, because at this point, there seemed to be no aspect in her life that was not fueled entirely by spite.

"Please, for the love of the Saints, go to sleep, Y/N," Inej begged, forcing the woman back onto the bed. "You are sick. You need rest."

"I do not need rest, I need caffeine and waffles," the wheezing woman replied stubbornly, trying to get past Inej, who was blocking the doorway of her room. The Slat, usually thundering with noise and chatter, was silent as the grave - it was one of the rare days in Ketterdam where it was sunny, and everyone was either out enjoying the weather or enjoying pickpocketing someone who was enjoying the weather. "I am a grown-ass woman who also happens to be very good at using the bang-bang machines we call guns so please move aside, I need fresh air."

It was arguably entirely Y/N's fault that she was stuck inside in the first place - first, she had stayed out in the rain too long, despite Kaz's numerous protests. Second, she had, in a grave act of stupidity, gone down for breakfast the next morning. Normally, this would not have been a problem. However, on this particular day, her eyes were red and swollen and itchy and her lungs hurt and it was generally very obvious that she had a cold.

These were the deciding factors which led to her ultimate demise:

House arrest.

Though the fact that she was notorious for her spontaneous, impulsive, reckless, throw-caution-to-the-wind nature (along with the fact that Kaz, from multiple bad experiences he would rather not repeat, knew that she had nearly no self-preservation skills) probably had something to with it.

Also she apparently needed a chaperone. Which was probably a good idea, but Y/N wasn't about to admit that anytime soon.

"You are seventeen and you have a window, darling," the smooth voice of one Kaz Brekker, the devil himself, interrupted Y/N's feeble excuse of an escape.

"But Kaz," Y/N whined, pouting. Inej gave the man an exasperated look as if to say, See what I've been dealing with?

"Darling, you'll only have to stay here longer if you don't try and get better."

"Still."

Kaz, lips twitching in a very non-Kaz way, turned to Inej. "You can go. I suppose I'll play nursemaid."

The Wraith chucked darkly, already stepping out Y/N's window. "Good luck with that."

As soon as she had climbed out the room and was well out of earshot, Kaz turned on his heel and walked out. Y/N, thoroughly confused, took a second to contemplate whether this act was meant that she was officially free, or that she was supposed to follow him. Her question was answered a moment later when he called out, not sparing her a backwards glance, "Are you coming?"

She sighed dejectedly, following him up the stairs to hid room. With a flamboyant and smug bow, he opened the door for her. "Ladies first."

She rolled her eyes at him but entered the room nonetheless. Kaz closed the door behind him and strode heavily to his desk, taking the time to shuffle and order some papers. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unsure as to what in the hell she was supposed to do. Kaz flicked his eyes up to her and jerked his head towards the black-sheeted bed that occupied almost a fourth of the room.

She stared at it for a moment. "You want me to sleep. On your bed. While you watch." It came out more an incredulous statement than a question.

"Sorry to break it to you, but I can't devote all my time to taking care of you, and I also can't leave you alone unsupervised while ill. This is our compromise," Kaz explained somewhat impatiently.

"I am not going to get in that crusty-ass bed, that, in case you have forgotten, belongs to my boss, AKA you. For all I know you sleep nude."

One of Kaz's eyebrows twitched. "The sheets were changed this morning. And for the record, I don't."

"Still not going to do it. That takes the creepy-o-meter to like, a thousand."

"You're a criminal who spies on brothels. This is nothing."

"Still not doing it. This feels fundamentally wrong."

"I'll buy you a nice dagger if you just shut up and get in the damn bed." Saints, he was already exasperated, and he had barely been here five minutes. A new respect for Inej found its way into his being.

Y/N went quiet for a minute, considering. "One of the serrated ones with the fancy gilded handles?"

"Whatever dagger your heart desires."

"Two daggers and a gun."

"One dagger and a gun."

"Deal," Y/N decided, plopping down on the bed. It still felt wrong, but she did need a new dagger - Wylan had blown hers up in a previous job.

She carefully peeled the pristine sheets and blankets away from the mattress, half expecting a dozen poisonous things to pop out. The only thing it released was the strangely comforting smell of wood oil and ink (and a bit of gunpowder, but this was Kaz Brekker we're talking about).

Y/N slipped beneath the covers, her head resting comfortably on the cloud-like pillows.

I bet this bitch sleeps like a baby every night.

"I can still beat your ass, Brekker," she mumbled. Yeah, she was sick, but she also had a reputation to uphold.

"On a regular day, I have no doubt about it. Currently, you are prohibited from doing anything that isn't sleeping, peeing, or contemplating life. Doctor's orders."

"Well, I'm going to go pee then. More freedom." She attempted to stand up from the surprisingly soft bed but the in the second it took for her to try and stand, Kaz, moving surprisingly quickly for a man with a cane, pinned her to the bed by her shoulders with an exasperated sigh.

"Just stay still. Please," he breathed.

"Get me a sweet bun and maybe," she breathed back, but didn't move. Despite her almost child-like demeanor, she was one of the original Dregs, here as a child even before Kaz. He had been the only one her age when he had joined, so naturally, she had befriended him (well, as much as you can befriend Kaz Brekker). She knew about his phobia of touch, and how much it meant that he was touching her, even with his gloves on.

Kaz released her with a sigh and stalked over to his desk where he rummaged around for a bit until he produced a small tin that looked abut as old as he was. He tossed it at her and she grabbed it, opening it to see some biscuits that looked as hard as rocks. "That's all I have, and all you're going get. Don't break a tooth."

Y/N sighed, staring at the biscuits mournfully before taking one out of the tin and gnawing on it. It would have been easier to bite on the barrel of one of Jesper's guns. "You're mean."

"You're acting like a petulant child."

Y/N made a disgruntled noise from the back of her throat, sinking back into the silk pillows and wrapping the blankets tighter around her. She had made no visible mark on the cookie, and had only succeeded in covering it with slobber. She put it back in the tin and noticed Kaz wrinkle his nose at her.

She doubted the biscuits would ever see the light of day again.

She watched Kaz do his paperwork, a surprisingly interesting thing to do. He had taken off his hat and jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. He even took his gloves off, preferring to use a pen without the ridiculous slipperiness of the leather. The papers shuffled in a soothing rhythm, and soon, Y/N began to feel less cooped up and a bit more relaxed.

Ever since she had been taken away from her family and thrown onto the tiny slaving ship, Y/N had always had a touch of claustrophobia (well, it was a bit more than a touch, but she wasn't willing to admit that just yet). The tiny room with a mattress on the flooor was really just a decoration at this point - she slept on the roof most nights and every waking hour was in Ketterdam, simply walking if there were no pockets to be picked.

Drowsily, she watched as Kaz scratched something out on paper, his face creasing ever so slightly. The pen made a nice sound, she found, and paired with the strangely calming scent of his room and the rustling of papers, it made her feel almost like it was rainy day, the kind where you curled up by the fire and read a book or cuddled with someone.

"I doubt staring at my face will help you fall asleep, love," Kaz noted without looking up from his work.

"Your face is the most interesting thing here."

For the barest fraction of a second, Kaz looked like he had short-circuited. The moment was gone as soon as it came, however, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her. "You're very immature sometimes."

"Thanks!" Y/N said cheerfully. "It was the trauma."

"Trauma hardens people, it doesn't make them softer," Kaz dismissed.

"I agree wholeheartedly. However, there's a difference between an excellent mask and incompetence," she replied. "Now come over here and show what's bothering you, I can see it on your face."

Kaz looked up at her, noting the fact that she probably wouldn't shut up unless he did as she asked. He rolled his eyes, hobbling over to the bed. As he sat, she could feel his weight pushing the mattress down.

Before he could say a word, she snatched the paper in his hands and began scanning it. "What's wrong with it?"

"The numbers don't add up."

She stared at the document for another second, then back up at Kaz. "Who are you and what have you done with Kaz Brekker?"

He blinked at her.

"You forgot to carry the one. The numbers don't add up because you... well, added them wrong," she explained softly. She looked up at him, concern crossing her features. "Do you need a nap?"

Kaz huffed out a breath. "I'm fine. You're just distracting me, that's all."

"We're going to ignore the fact that you think I'm distracting and instead focus on the fact that you have not slept in several days."

Kaz's nostrils flared slightly in indignation. Before he could speak, however, Y/N cut him off. "Kaz, I have known you since I was eleven. I'm also not fucking blind. Yes, I know you are essentially running a mafia at age seventeen. Yes, I know you are under pressure. Yes, I know there is at any given moment a bounty on your head. Yes, I know I am sick and it is technically your job to take care of me. But can we please just make a deal or a truce or something in which you get some fucking rest?"

Kaz was quiet for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched. "Always the mother hen for everyone except yourself."

She was startled into a laugh. "What can I saw, I was a born hypocrite."

Kaz did end up getting a couple hours of sleep, even if it was at Y/N's insistence.

However, he almost regretted it when Jesper barged in and, with a gleeful cackle, found them both sleeping in the same bed with one of his legs pressed up against hers - Kaz's version of flat-out cuddling.

Almost.

[theanonymousfoxsimp]

I...don't judge me for this,I'm not doing okay. This was supposed to be a standalone angsty fic but I found this part to be more better alone rather than in the fic

Dancing and the damned

Karl heisenberg x reader

Warning:mentions of depression,ptsd,mentally and physically fucked up,self harm,bassically a vent fic,mentions/implications of suicide

He couldn't find you,his heart racing,note clenched in his hand as he ran down corridor apon corridor in the factory. He mentally cursed himself for not sending out a few lycans beforehand,the search would've been easier if they would find you and bring you to him. You had been facing a bout of a sevear depressive episode,alcina and miranda had made one too many comments and triggered more than a few bad memories. Karl had been less than a happy camper when he found the note and a ring-your ring. The note adressed to him from you,the words majorly alarming heisenberg from the first sentance.

He caught a wiff of your scent,following it down a dark and dusty corridor he never bothered to clean. He could hear you before he even got in the room,small sniffles and sobs while trying to hold back a plethora of tears. Your head swarmed with negative thoughts,karl replacing many of the angry men in your memories while alcina and the bitch crow replaced a few important figures in your past life.

He held the ring close,his gloves gone and showed a silver band around his ring finger. He had proposed to you a bout back,you happily telling him yes which made him even more determined to figure out what was wrong.

"Y/n? Buttercup?" He said softly,finding your curled up form on the ground underneath a metal table. He pulled your form close,arms wrapping tightly around your body as if he let go and you would dissapear. He grabbed your hand,slipping the ring back on slowly while you moved back a little.

No words were exchanged, a few murmurs of praise and comfort whispered in your ear as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. He felt your form relax slightly against him,your visibly breakdown had softened to one of a soft cry. He saw the eyebags underneath your dull eyes,flinching as you stared up at him with an empty look.

"Love?" He said softly.

"Hm." You muttered,looking away to avoid his worried gaze up until he took his sunglasses off.

The metal lord didn't know what to do so he did what felt natural to him. His coat wrapped around your shoulders,hat on your head with you in his lap. He felt you calm,calming more than before,even calm enough to burry your face into the crook of his neck for comfort. He rubbed your back,finding a small spot where you loved rubbed,it calmed you much more than anything.

"M' sorry" you muttered,he only shook his head aggressively at your words,a hand moving to the back of your head to rub it as he spoke.

"No need to be sorry, they're the ones who should be sorry-the last thing you should be is sorry" he said in a matter of fact tone. The metal lord made no room for argument,making it so you would perk up at his words while in the save crook of his neck.

"Once I...we kill miranda,we will finally leave this horrible village behind" albeit he never would want to leave the factory itself behind,he wouldn't mind settling dow in the countryside on a farm that you both could call home,a few horses he could use to teach horseback riding to the little ones in his fantasies. He heard you sigh, nodding softly as he made his way to lean back against the flipped over table behind him,your face hidden by your hair(sorry if you got short hair). He softly brushed aside the soft locks of hair,smiling all the while as he saw your eyes brighten up once they connected with his.

His tail began to thump against the ground beneath him,he couldn't do much besides letting it slow down to a soft thump against the ground. You of course giggled softly at his frustrated look when his tail didn't stop its game. He smiles even more,even when you were sad,you always made him happy and smile. A simple giggle would send his mind into a happy orbit,something he caused that wasn't just pain.

He let you touch his tail,you strangley finding the soft fur soothing in a way,even relaxing when you touched the base to stroke it from base to the tip of his tail. He suddenly formed a plan that he was for sure would make you smile.

He stood up with you in his arms to set you down on the metal table you hid under. He stepped back,the man infront of your eyes changing in appearance to resemble one of a large werewolf creature. You are well familar with this form,finding happiness as he moved back to you to scoup you up into his large furry arms. He thought for a second,finding the room too dark and dusty for his idea,so he took off down into the hallway with you in his arms.

"Karl-" he shushed you softly,turning down a hallway and into another towards a domestic looking hallway. The metal stopped to meet wooden walls and flooring,two doors at the end of the hallway,one made for the entrance to the break room and one to yall's shared bedroom. The door was opened quickly with his power,the room dim which he was thankful for. His lighter lit a small black (insert favorite scent) scented candle,a smile on his furry face when you relaxed more into his arms. The bed creaking slightly as he climbed onto the bed with you in his arms still.

It was a small struggle manuvering the bed curtians(like the things scrooge mcduck has in the christmas movie) to give you both privacy,the only light was the dim candle in the corner of the room. He playfully huffed when you looked up at him,his furry black and silver furred hand coming down to gently carress your cheek. You found the fur there smooth and soft,even weakly smiling when he let you squish the paw pads on his hand. The man felt happy he got you to smile,his internal self jumping for joy when he saw your smile.

"Hey there" he said in a deep tone,moving to gently curl around your tired form. His ears perked up when you began to move around to get comfortable, even letting the happy thump of his tail show when you snagged one of the blankets to pull it over the both of you. His fur was soft,softer than any material you have known about,even those faux soft fur blankets you would have to comfort yourself. His tail stopped,your body curling against his soft and furry form.

He never knew how to properly comfort someone,only knowing that you loved his beastly form as much as you loved the human in him,so comfort and a beastly form came to mind as easy as cherry pie. His green eyes brightening when he placed a gentle kiss on your forhead and you returned it. For countless nights he had gone to sleep with you in his arms,he knew those moments when you thought he was still asleep,he knew you used those moments to cry and comfort yourself over any bad memories. He in return would give you a day you would remember,a happy memory he hoped as he filled those days with rest and relaxing,even "borrowing" a few books you eye at demetrescu's castle. He those nights would also hold you closer,you unknowingly being peppered with kisses and small 'I love you'.

"You...talk?" His vocabulary was severely limited in this form,so he tried his best to word things in a way you would understand.

"Just...what they said...bad memories and it got to me,I shouldn't let them get to me I know but I'm so used to those hurtful words on a daily basis,no one would've said anything but it's better knowing someone cares" you said softly,he nodded and kept listeneing to you rant snd vent your emotions out,even conforting you when you began to cry again.

Once everything was said and finished,he kept you close to him. His form shrinking into his more human form as he cuddled you close to his now naked body. The blanket luckily kept you both warm,even he moved to put on a pair of loosely thrown out the bed pajama pants you saved up to buy him. He found the material too comfortable to complain,he returned the favor the next day by proposing that moment,a promise to protect you from anything he could.

He felt weak knowing he wouldn't be able to strangle those negative thoughts inside of your head,a small frown that turned into a smile when you looked up at him with a small soft smile of your own.

"Theres my y/n,now how about we just spend some is time tommorow okay? No forge,no workshop,just us and starwars" he smiled,knowing the moment he mentioned starwars,you were hooked. He would have to set up the tv but he would set it up in a way so you both could be laying down in the confortable bed,pillows to the sides with small treats you've baked on a tray infront of you both. Perhaps he would quote starwars or even recreate a lightsaber when the time came...but now it was you,you were the only thing in his mind when he came back from his happy daydream.

You had ended up tiring yourself out,now sound asleep in his arms when he turned to look at your relaxed form. His hand intertwined with yours,kissing the ring on your finger with a happy smile that he found you before you did anything bad.

Maybe he would also begin to include ways of murdering his sister before miranda,an idea he thought throughoutly about before he himself fell asleep in the warm comfortable bed

[lavenderfluorite14]

Such Sweet Delirium

Reiji Sakamaki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Laito Intrudes on an experiment gone wrong. Reiji loses his cool.

Explicit, 18+ |TW: Dubious Consent/Non-Con, Drugged Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Blood Sucking, Ownership Kink, Female Reader, Breast Worship, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Begging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Possessive Reiji, Light Edging, Canon Typical Reiji Cruelty, I couldn’t just write porn I had to write a character study too lol, Slight Laito x Reader, Tagging non-con for the consent issues surrounding drugged sex, Reader is conscious and responsive but very high

Word Count: 2331

A/N: Please be mindful of the tags! This is the most explicit thing that I have ever written lmaoooo 🥂

Read it on AO3!

Reiji’s lab spun in a nauseating carousel of color. The last thing you remembered was drinking a beautiful, shimmering liquid that Reiji said he had brewed himself. It fizzed all the way down your throat, an insistent warmth quickly spreading throughout your body. Now sprawled across his sofa, you surrendered to dizzying oblivion. Somewhere above you, Reiji scribbled furiously in a black notebook, tutting irritably.

“Tell me what you are feeling. Be specific.” You swallowed thickly at the order, begging your tongue to move.

“The…...the room…..the room is-”

“Spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“S-spinning. The room….is spinning” you slurred.

“How fast?”

“Fast.”

“I said how fast?”

“I….I can’t….”

Reiji tsked angrily, snapping his notebook shut. Flinching, you tried to turn away from his sharp gaze but a cold hand pinned you flat against the couch. Your delayed reaction time was no match for his vampiric strength.

“I can feel your heart racing from here,” he said, curling over you, pinning your wrists above your head. “Had I known you were such weak prey I would have given you a smaller dose. It isn’t as fun when you can’t fight back.” You wriggled underneath him, jerking weakly against his cruel grip. Reiji laughed, amused at your feeble attempts to escape.

“Although, I don’t hate this delirious expression,” he murmured, lowering his face towards yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by his hungry stare. “I suppose this isn’t bad every once and a while.” His rich baritone rumbled in your ear, his proximity making you tremble.

“I didn’t think I’d interrupt this so soon,” interrupted a dark chuckle. Laito lounged against the doorframe of the lab, eyeing your entwined forms. “You must really like this one, Reiji,” he teased. Reiji’s iron grip tightened around your wrists and you whimpered pitifully. “It’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking,” Reiji spat imperiously. “I knocked, but you didn’t answer!” Laito insisted, his eyes glinting with mirth. “But now I can see you were a bit distracted.” You lolled your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the intruder. Laito’s smirk widened.

“Christ, what did you do to her?”

“Such language is atrocious. You shouldn’t speak that way.”

“You fucked up the dosage, didn’t you?” Reiji shot up quickly at the accusation, swiping his notebook from the couch as he crossed briskly back towards his desk. Laito’s smirk cracked into a grin.

“Do you need something, Laito?” Reiji asked coolly. As Reiji began tidying his work space, Laito sauntered over to the couch, his green gaze boring into you. Crouching down, he gently brushed his fingers across your cheek. You shivered under his cold touch. “I came for the aphrodisiac you promised me,” Laito said, trailing his fingers down your neck. He stopped to trace the hollow of your throat, caressing it with his thumb. “But if you don’t have it, I’m sure there are other ways we can pass the time inst-”

“Of course I have it,” Reiji scoffed. Plucking a vial of blue liquid from his stores, he crossed the room and offered it to Laito. “Now please take it and leave.” Reiji’s words hung in the air like frost. Laito rose languidly, like a cobra rearing back to strike, then swiped the vial from Reiji’s gloved hand.

“Maybe next time, Bitch-Chan,” Laito said, winking at you. “And Reiji,” Laito called, pivoting in the doorframe for one last jab. “I know it can be hard to control yourself, especially this close to a full moon, but try not to tear this one up like the last one, ok? You should save some for the rest of us.”

“Get out!” Reiji snarled, storming across the room. Laito darted off, disappearing as quickly as he had come. Reiji slammed the door behind him.

The ceiling swam before you in lethargic swirls of periwinkle. You had no idea what Laito meant, but you could feel Reiji fuming in the doorway. What was he talking about? Reiji never lost his cool. You couldn’t imagine him doing something like that. “You let him touch you,” Reiji seethed.

“Reiji, I...I didn’t….I didn't want-”

“Please be silent.Your behavior today has been dreadful.” Reiji prowled towards the couch, his long shadow casting a dark pall across your face. You closed your eyes, terrified to meet his furious eyes. “You couldn't do a thing?” He queried, towering above you. “You couldn’t cry out? Or swat him away?” His voice was ice.

“I…..I froze….”

“I suppose that’s to be expected from a woman like you,”

“I’m so-sorry,”

“How should I punish my little harlot?” Finally bending down towards you, Reiji cupped your face firmly with his gloved hand. “Your pupils are still so dilated. I doubt you’d feel my whip at all.” The thought made you shiver, and not completely out of fear. Reiji thumbed your lip idly as he thought.

“Suck….my blood?” He tsked at your suggestion.

“You ask for it so brazenly, sometimes I think you enjoy it. Hands up.” You heaved your arms up over your head as Reiji smoothly rolled your top up your body, tossing it aside once it was completely off.

“I suppose it’s my fault. I’ve been too lax with you,” he mused, settling firmly on top of you. You were particularly aware of his pelvis, pressing insistently against the cradle of your thighs. He cupped your face, drawing you close. “I need to teach you exactly who you belong to,” he said, his gaze drifting down hungrily to the column of your neck. “I’ll remind you so thoroughly of your place that even a dumb whore like you will be able to remember who owns her,” he promised, sinking his teeth viciously into your throat.

Reiji’s first bite was hard and precise, the sharp pain briefly thrusting you into lucid panic. But soon you were left with the warm afterglow of pleasure in the wake of its pain. It never stopped hurting, not entirely, but his bites always left you with a fluttering warmth. Reiji’s mouth was on you. You couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Reiji began a fast, desperate rhythm that pulled blood from you quickly, sending you reeling. You whimpered as your world whirled impossibly faster. When darkness began to flicker at the edges of your vision Reiji pulled away, burying his face into your neck. “You bring out the worst in me,” he sighed. Mouthing along your throat, he continued downward towards your collarbone. You braced yourself for another bite, but recoiled sharply when Reiji placed a delicate kiss upon your chest.

“Look at me, jealous of that pervert.” He kissed your chest again, skimming his fingers across the delicate skin of your décolletage. “Arch your back.” Curving your spine upwards, your body brushed against Reiji’s lean frame. You trembled as his hands ghosted along your back, making their way towards the clasp of your bra. Reiji unhooked it with quick ease then tossed the lacy fabric away, greedily cupping your naked breasts. A thin, breathy gasp escaped from you as Reiji dipped between them, kissing your soft curves. You tangled your hands in his hair, humming your approval. In response he tweaked your nipple harshly, sending a jolt of pain through your cloud of pleasure. You yelped at the enticing contrast.

“Let me remind you of your place. You are nothing more than food to me,” he said, pinching your nipple again with a renewed vengeance. You drunkenly brought your hands back to push him away, but he easily pinned them back above your head. “You are meat. Your blood is the only worthwhile thing about you.” Reiji sunk his teeth into the swell of your breast, drawing deep from you. Crying out, you tried to ignore the pleasure his bite ignited in you, trying to focus only on the pain.

“I can taste your arousal,” he groaned between mouthfuls. “Does your masochism know no bounds?” Reiji’s insults didn’t last as he dove back down again to litter your chest with angry bites. He’d kiss you, so tenderly it was almost painful, then pierce your sensitive skin with his sharp, pointed fangs. Once satisfied, he’d lick, suck and kiss the abused spot until an angry mark began to form. He left bruises everywhere in his wake, a garden of purple hickeys blossoming across your breasts.

The drug made it nearly impossible to meaningfully fight back but you didn’t really want to. Reiji’s words stung, but you so rarely had his attention like this. Was it because the full moon was close? You knew vampires had trouble controlling their urges when the moon was full. And Reiji so desperately wanted control: of his brothers, of you, of himself. Was this frenzied beast the real Reiji, or was his protesting, rigid persona the real him? Impossibly, you knew he had to be both. Both enraptured and repulsed by his own desires and completely unable to hide it. That was really why he was mad. Reiji’s wet tongue interrupted your musings as he lapped against your sore nipple, sending a shudder through your entire body. Unable to remove your wrists from his grasp, you retaliated by wrapping your legs around his hips, trapping him against you. Now it was Reiji’s turn to shudder, rutting himself against your core. He was hard.

“My, you really are out of it,” he murmured, grinding himself against you openly. “It’s the only explanation.”

“Explanation for what?” You panted, trying to match his thrusts. Reiji released your wrists, propping himself up on his left arm. Delicately biting the fabric across the tip of his pointer finger, he slid his glove from his hand. Ripping it away, Reiji’s bare hand skimmed down your body and over your curves. Flipping up your skirt, his fingers slid between your thighs.

“For this,” he says, tracing your wetness through your panties. Your eyes fluttered shut. “Reiji,” you breathed, arching towards his fingers.

“Say my name,” Reiji ordered softly, dipping underneath the fabric and rewarding you with long, firm strokes. You called his name again and he moved up towards your clit, circling it once before quickly pulling away. You whined at the loss.

Reiji begins a vicious rhythm, rubbing your clit with firm circles, then backing off when your pleasure mounts. He only returns to your clit when you beg him to, crying out for him. Fisting your hands in his shirt, you whine in frustration as a needy ache builds inside you. Reiji just smirks down at you, enjoying your torment. When tears start building in your eyes, he finally slides a slender finger into your heat. Beckoning upward along your inner wall, he firmly massages your g spot. Mindlessly, you grind down on his fingers, chasing your pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks, his ruby eyes alight with lust.

“You do,” you gasp.

“I asked you who,” he demanded, cruelly massaging your inner wall. You jerk at the pressure, almost cresting over the plateau.

“Reiji! Reiji Sakamaki!” you cry, desperate for release.

“Good girl,” he smirks, thumbing your clit. You gasp in delight, the rough, consistent circles of his fingers finally hurtling you towards your peak. “You don’t deserve this,” he growls in your ear, his deep velvety voice bewitching you. “But when I see you like this, I can’t stop myself. You’re mine.” Your orgasm hits you hard, squeezing Reiji’s fingers in hot contractions. Pleasure washes over you in a wave, your entire being gently pulsing. Reiji smugly guides you through your orgasm, only stopping his ministrations once your twitching has ceased. You sigh, melting back into the cushions of the couch. Above you, a belt buckle clinks.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Reiji says, gripping your thighs and yanking you forcefully back towards him. As he settles above you, he presses the tip of his member against your eager entrance. Pushing forward, Reiji sinks into you with ease. “My little harlot is so wet for me,” he teases, before setting a ruthless pace.

Reiji fucks you selfishly, chasing his own pleasure now that he’s satisfied yours. You lay back, still enjoying the lingering effects of his drug. His thrusts pull soft, pleasured moans from you as he plunges desperately into you. Closing your eyes, you revel in the sensations, happy to let him use you. Occasionally he’ll sheathe himself all the way inside of you and grind desperately against your cervix, trying to get as deep as he can.

“I can’t believe you like this. That you like me,” he pants softly, definitely to himself. Reiji lets you pull him down so that he is completely flush against your body. “I do. I like you, Reiji.” A groan rips from him and he stills, spilling himself inside of you.

You stay that way for a moment, holding each other tenderly in the afterglow of your love-making. You wish you could stay like this, enjoying the feeling of his body as it presses you into the cushions, gently stroking his back as both of your breathing returns to normal. But Reiji recovers faster than you do. “I’ll clean you up,” he offers, his tone clipped.

Reiji cleans you thoroughly with a warm wet towel, which feels strange but is not unenjoyable in your impaired state. It’s deeply intimate in a way that is definitely uncomfortable, but you think it’s his way of taking care of you. You close your eyes, pliant. His large hands drift over your body, tugging your top back over you and righting your skirt. Once he is finished you curl on your side, completely spent and ready to sleep. As you begin to drift off, you feel something warm and soft envelop you. A blanket? Maybe. Where did he get a blanket?

Reiji watches as you snuggle into the blanket he has recently taken to keeping in his desk, a genuine smile flickering across his stern features.

[h0rr0rsaxo]

Okay, I finally have an idea! This is actually not about Astar. (surprise!) I want to see Nath get choked out. Like fully beaten up from fighting, out of breath, and pinned against the wall or ground and choked. It's supposed to be super unsexy; but thanks to his past with Alv, he finds it incredibly hot, taking hold of his opponent's wrists so he can tighten their grip for him. You can use more or less anyone. Masky and Hoodie are the most viable for this, but I can also take Jeff or Akuma if that tickles your fancy~

[ Sadistic game - Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; Akuma, and Nath meet for the first time.

PAIRINGS; None

CONTENT WARNINGS; Immense violence, slight mentions of gore, masochistic/sadistic tendencies, Nath doesn't really talk much.

NOTE; Honestly, this didn't come out great..I'll be glad to write the Jeff, Hoodie, and Masky versions of this scenario if you ask me to!

TAGS; @huniebunny

CHARACTER COUNT; 6,012

A sickening stench of iron lingered in the air as the scarlet liquid constantly poured out Nath's broken nose. During the start, the incessant gushing of the blood was thickly strong then later dimmed down to a slower pace, indicating how his pulse was getting weaker and the shortcut to the light at the end of the tunnel was approaching at a scorching velocity. It's not like he could even pass out that easily though, he was a stubborn son of a bitch. 

However, it was then that Nath realized his ears were ringing, it was such a high pitch ring that he hadn't recognized it at first. As the pitch began to fade little by little, the sound of a voice started to form as he began to focus, it was barely audible, and it sounded gurgled almost as if it were underwater. 

"You're still alive?" The way her siren-like voice shared its presence to his ears should put all the nightingales to shame, "You're a strong one, how adorable~ that's what I love about you humans! So cute, so persistent. It makes the thrill all the more fun, you know?" The woman smiled endearingly as the platinum rays shining from the window highlighted her hair a glowing hue of pink. His eyes narrowed at her, as if he despised the demonic being, even if he secretly enjoyed the pain.

It was a fleeting moment, Nath had been having them often as the days passed when being around her and it didn't last long as he suddenly witnessed her swiftly throwing her axe. He snapped away from it just in time to shift his weight just barely out of the way, the weapon piercing through the air and brushing ever so slightly against his cheek. It sliced through the hood of his jacket, pulling it off his head and then piercing its metal head about half an inch into the wood of the wall that had been behind him. Nath's heart should have been raising, the slight stinging of his cheek should have made adrenaline rush through his veins, and yet all he could do was let a Chesire-cat-like grin tug at his lips.

"You know.." she let out an amused laugh. "You could have escaped at any time," Akuma gently reached out, her gloved fingers brushing over his cheek. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, her lean fingers cupping his cheek as she traced the soft remnants of blood from his broken nose. "And yet, you stay. Isn't it strange? I almost want to ask why—" Akuma's hand had slid down, from Nath's cheek and to his neck where it was now wrapped tightly. 

"Augh!" The groaned breath left his lips, eyes opening quickly as a slight surprise wrapped his expression.

"—But, I could honestly care less!" She laughed obnoxiously, sadistically loving the idea. Akuma's eyes were different as he looked up at her. Her pupils had contracted so much that they now appeared as the tip of a rosy-colored needle, pricking down at him with a frightful stare. As he got a grip onto the arm that had been strangling him, he tightened his grip on it, lulling it closer, as if he wanted more.

"I-Is that really all y-you can do?" Nath's hand squeezed one of the girl's arms, he spoke between breaths, "I e-expected better from someone who's being so cocky."

"Oh, but that's the thing!" Her lips pulled into a devilish smirk, "I could do so much more to you if I really wanted to. But, isn't that what you want? I wouldn't give you something you want. Where's the fun in that!?" The grip on Nath's throat loosened slightly, just enough to allow enough air into his lungs so he wouldn't pass out. "Don't pass out on me now~ that would be so boring…" she dropped him back onto the ground.

Nath would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed the pain he endured, it had been a masochistic pleasure, even if he didn't like the actual woman causing it. He didn't even know her, but it's not like he would bother to, all that mattered in this moment was the pleasure he gained from this experience. A grimace came to his lips a little, his slender fingertips reaching towards the delicate skin of his throat, knowing there would be tender bruising spots there tomorrow. With the cherry-colored liquid dripping off his beaten face, he reached towards his concealed weapon. Reaching into his boot and sliding out a large, hidden knife, wanting to provoke the woman.

Akuma swiftly threw her axe near his head once again and instinctively, Nath rolled back over to his side. Akuma took the opportunity to sharply kick him in the ribs with the tip of her boot, sadistically soft-smile as she trailed her eyes down towards him, "You did that on purpose didn't you? Do I not give you enough attention? Is that it?" Her voice slithered it's way into his ears, mockingly soothing as she talked down to him, "That's such a shame…maybe I should torture you more, huh?"

Akuma punched Nath in his face and rammed him up against the wall, she gave him no time to react as she twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him against a wall. He winced, Akuma pushing his wrist against the center of his back to keep him controlled. 

"Don't bore me now…! I might just leave. Maybe even kill you."

[the-satellite]

Hello friends and welcome to ☆Hateful Nostalgia☆. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.

Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.

The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.

Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.

With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.

The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.

 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.

 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!! 

The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.

 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.

 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home

The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.

 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.

 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.

 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.

 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.

Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.

 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.

 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.

Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!

[insensitivesurgeon7]

Original strange story

‹ Always with me ›

❤️Woman/Womаn❤️

Valeria/Emilia

rating: PG-13

genres: drama, romance

warnings: ER, POV, death of the main character, non-linear narrative

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— How far can you go?

— Well, at least smile at me, at such an important moment.

— Look, you're glowing!I don't know what it is, but it definitely suits you.Always be like this.

The performances of the terrible! The audience is not interested in this at all, on the contrary, they look at me with horror and disgust, turn pale and burst into screams at what is happening on the stage. Insultingly. Am I making such an effort for such uneducated trash? No one appreciates my efforts, no one except...

Emiliа.

She never missed a single performance of mine, never took her burning eyes off the stage, and looked right into my soul. A bright ray stood out in the crowd of gray and gloomy gentlemen, almost jumping out of the chair in the first row and breaking her voice in one and the same phrase: "encore!"

— And now, ladies and gentlemen, the real horror of this neighborhood will be on the scene. Many lost their minds just seeing it!

The audience was simply dumbfounded, not knowing what else to expect this evening. Some covered themselves with their hands, and others wrapped themselves in their clothes, so as not to see even greater horrors. But that's what they came for, isn't it? So why are sobs and angry exclamations heard instead of cheers?

But only the tiny girl in the front row was waiting with lively interest for the miracle I had prepared especially for her. I removed the fake smile from my face and put on a genuine, real one that was meant only for her.

It's strange, but I don't remember what happened after the intermission. Right now, I'm standing at the door of the dressing room, not understanding how I got here. There was no memory of me going up to my room. Only the people actively moving towards the exit; the head of that old lady with wide eyes, which I held so carefully in my hands; the floorboards stained with dirty blood; the bright image of Emilia…

Still, I burst into the dressing room with a cry of joy, plopping down in an old ragged chair with gold upholstery on the uneven edges. I couldn't help but laugh out loud, throwing my head back. Why was I having so much fun? I suppose I was amused by the ladies, who were as pale as toadstools, who threw up their hands in fright, and who, forgetting their proprieties, screamed like slaughtered pigs. But the laughter didn't last long. I stopped abruptly and looked at the floor mirrors. I liked the reflection: my glasses had slid sideways; my hair, which had been so neatly arranged a few hours ago, was completely disheveled; my shirt was soaked with the blood of the old lady who had been so impudent.

I grinned even harder, my uneven smile with crooked teeth looking creepy, and my gaze, wild and triumphant, lingered in the background. A skeleton in a worn maroon dress and a dark wig with dirty patches.

— How do I look? — Emilia was busy twirling around the mirror, looking at herself from different angles. The full silk dress suited her immensely, and the hem of it rose above the tiled floor as she danced, exposing her pale little legs. She looked like a fragile butterfly whose wings were scorched by a scarlet flame.

— Honey, you look beautiful! — There was no lie in what I said, I really thought she looked amazing. Although in fact, it always looks like this.

— Oh, dear, are you here yet? How did you manage to get here before me?

I got up and went to my beloved, kneeling across from her and taking the leather-gloved hand in my palm, gently stroking the uneven surface with my fingers and gazing in awe at the empty eye sockets.

— Emilia, how do you like my performance? Did you like it? I tried my best, really! — She didn't say anything, just tilted her head, and the wig slid to the right. — Why aren't you talking? Did I do something wrong? I thought I had prepared only the best…

She doesn't answer, why? Did she enjoy it so much that she was speechless? Or is it so bad that she won't talk to me? But wait…

My head is full of holes. How could I forget our anniversary? I slapped my hand against my forehead, looking down guiltily. — Now you must be offended with me." You know what, let me fix it! I'll have a small dinner for the two of us, with your favorite music playing. Just give me some time, okay? — I looked at Emilia with pleading eyes, and I thought she was breaking down a little, but she nodded slightly. Or was it my imagination? .No.

— How soon? — Emilia tapped her heel impatiently, fidgeting with the bandage.

I untied the tight knot of the ribbon, and Emilia closed her eyes for a moment, shielding her hand from the bright light. At the same moment, her eyes widened at what she saw.

— You… Did you do all this? — she gazed with fascination at the ornate gazebo I'd been working on day and night for so long, given its taste. She always wanted a gazebo on this hill next to the twin oaks, and with a view of the cemetery.

— Do you like? - the smile did not leave my face, the pleasant surprise in Emilia's eyes made me happy. She didn't say anything, just came over and hugged me tightly, murmuring her thanks in a low voice. It was an important gift for her. I never understood why she wanted it so much, she only spoke in vague riddles that I never understood.

I stroked her hair, lifted her in my arms, and sat her down in the big chair, getting as close to her face as I could, feeling her hot breath and the tips of her dark brown hair tickling my cheeks.

— We have the whole night at our disposal... — My voice became eerily low, piercing the silence of the night. In an instant, the reddened Emilia smiled at the corners of her mouth, enticing me into a kiss with her soft pink lips…

The air was cool, and it enveloped my legs and crawled slowly down my back, penetrating my sensitive areas, feverishly tickling my skin. All life seemed to have died out: there was no sound of the confused rustle of leaves that sometimes fell to the ground, no cry of night birds that suddenly appeared from behind the trees, and even the old guard singing sailor songs, even he seemed to be gone.

But to be honest, I didn't care at all. But worried whether it Emiliа?

— The sky is unusually clear today, and the stars seem to Shine brighter today. — Trying to start a conversation and filling the glasses with sweet wine, I took a small SIP, watching the behavior of my beloved. Who behaved... in no way. Her skeleton was leaning back against the carved back of a chair, and her wonderfully shaped skull was hidden behind the remnants of artificial hair. She sat at a little distance from me and looked like a statue ready to shatter at any moment.

There was no response, and the silence was annoying.

I couldn't help laughing as I fiddled with the crystal glass filled with sparkling cherry liquid: too much resemblance to the blood of Emilia. So sweet, with a metallic taste, I remember there was a lot of it…

— Your death pleases me, because now we can always be together! Isn't that great?!

In my arms rested a cooling, lifeless body, dripping blood and staining everything possible. Her eyes were glassy, and there was a pain in them that pleased me so much. Still, I was a little disappointed.

— You promised to die with a smile on your face and a ringing laugh, welcoming a new world for yourself with open arms, so why did you scream and struggle, showering me with curses and bitter tears?

It was as if I felt my beloved's gaze on me, the emptiness of her once-bright brown eyes tearing at my soul, making me shudder with unpleasant memories. She still hasn't said a word. I was beginning to worry about it.

— Oh, honey, are you still mad?I have forgiven you for your incomprehensible affair, so be consistent. — the corners of his mouth twitched convulsively, the glass swayed in a trembling hand, and a scarlet drop fell on the snowy tablecloth, spreading across the rough patterns.

— Stop following me! I told you everything yesterday! We are no more!

— You seem to have forgotten something, my dear — there was a short click, and the revolver in my hand was aimed at a tall, slender young man with large blue eyes.

- No!..

Suppressing a sudden surge of anger, I tried to smile amiably, but I could feel my face shuddering, contorting into a terrible grimace.

— Why are you silent? We see each other so rarely, and the luxury we are allowed now will not come for a long time. So why don't you use it? — She didn't even look at me. What am I talking about, she didn't even touch the holiday table!

— Please say a word! Is that so much to ask?! — My left eye twitched nervously, the first tears came to the corners, and my voice trembled treacherously. I didn't like it, but Emilia seemed to enjoy it. Why do I hear her low, angry laugh?!

I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure, but it didn't work. I stood up and walked resolutely toward Emilia, hovering over her skeleton, which seemed to me to have shrunk in size. Hot tears ran down my cheeks and into my mouth, and my chest ached, and my laughter was unhealthy.

— Y-You... you like hurting me, don't you? — choking back tears and laughing hysterically, I barely managed a few more words. — Answer me! — I must have looked pathetic from the outside.

No attention, but there was a mocking look directed at me, at my hands, or rather at my prosthetics.

— Are you so concerned that you cut off your own hands?!

— Answer me, you insensitive bitch!— I took her chin in my hand and looked into her empty eye sockets. Oh, my dear, where is your charming gaze? What happened to your velvety voice that soothed me in the evenings? And your delicate skin, pale and sore, where did it go, do you want to tell me?

It was very painful. Very. I've never felt such pain in my life. I couldn't see much because of the tears, and the bubbling, broken laughter tore at my chest.

Something cold touched my face, wiping away tears. These were the knuckles of Emilia's fingers, painfully prickling at the corners of my reddened, I'm sure, eyes. My hand held tight to the radius of my beloved, as if afraid to lose it again, afraid to let go, and the brush of a somewhat yellowed bone soothed my cheeks, and I felt a little relieved.

— Forgive me… Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... — I whispered endlessly, burying my face in the crumpled fabric somewhere in the area of my collarbone, my free hand clutching the fragile piece of bone.

— It's our holiday, isn't it? — I looked at Emilia's face with genuine love as I got up from my knees. — We haven't lost anything yet, so let's dedicate ourselves to each other under these sparkling stars!

— This is my favorite artist playing! Lehr, let's dance!

Everyone was looking at us that night.

Light jazz began to play, and Emilia's favorite tune turned on. You could see that she brightened and seemed to straighten up. I asked her to dance by pulling on me, and she plopped her skull on my neck, and I just giggled. She's funny. Trying to keep my balance, I put one hand on her waist and the other connected with the bone of her wrist, and she bent over and looked at me. I could see her confusion.

We began to circle slowly to the music, keeping our eyes on each other. Even though Emilia no longer had them, I still knew that she was looking at me, and only at me.

— You will always be with me.

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[loridrabbles]

Warmth. (Rex x Reader)

Prompt 64. "Here take my blanket."

You are a long time friend of Padmé who managed to weaser your way into fighting alongside the clone army.

Your journey to Orto Plutonia was supposed to be a simple one. Well, simple compared to what normally arises when General Skywalker takes the reigns.

You, along with General Skywalker and Kenobi, as well as their seconds, Rex, with the 501st and Cody with his 212th were escorting Senator Chuchi to the planet on a diplomatic mission. You had grown close to her over the years as she spent time with Padmé and yourself in the palace. Your stomach tingled with pride when she worked up the courage to stand up to Chairman Chi Cho, even if it was to no avail. Unable to hold back a smile, you decided to ask Obi Wan if there was anything that needed to be done to help settle the tension between the intruders, and the planet's residents.

"General Kenobi. Chi Cho has caused quite a stir. What are we to do about it?" You asked tugging on your thin robes in an attempt to keep warm. As he stroked his beard he replied:

"I'm afraid these creatures are prepared for war, little one." He turned to address the troops. "Rex, take your men and (y/n) and hold off the Talz at the pass until Senator Chuchi can speak to the assembly and negotiate a peace."

"Understood." The troops said in unison.

"I'm not dressed for this." You grumbled.

"What's the matter (y/n)? Robes not keepin' ya warm enough?" Echo teased.

"Hey, I thought we were going to Pantora!"

"Uh-uh. *Moon* of Pantora, darlin'." Echo chided as he sat on his speeder and slid back in the seat. He patted the space in front of him. "You can sit with me. I'll keep ya nice and warm."

You sighed and rolled you eyes as you crossed you arms in front of you. You loved the 501st but Echo was SUCH a flirt.

"Alright cut it out you. Enough with the flirting, we have a job to do." Rex stepped in. "(Y/N) you're with me, Kenobis orders. Men, ready your weapons"

"Sorry Echo." You teased. Breathing a sigh of relief, you sit in front of Rex and prepared your blaster as the squad took off.

"Wait.....Rex!? How is that any better?? He scolds ECHO for flirting when HE'S the biggest flirt around. Granted...he is a lot more charming... Gah! He probably wanted me to sit with him...no Kenobi ordered us together. Wait. No he didn't! Oh force. I can handle Echo's flirting. But Rex is just..so..." Your thoughts swirled.

"(Y/N)"

"He's just so handsome. Kriff! What am I thinking?"

"(Y/N)" Rex repeated pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Huh??" You replied as you snapped to attention. He chuckled.

"Did I startle you? What were you thinking about?"

"N-nothing."

"Oh?" He leaned in closer. You could feel the weight of him against your back as he braced against the handle bars. "Is that so?"

You were thankful he couldn't see your face as your eyes widened and a faint blush dusted itself across your cheeks.

"Comfortable?" You couldn't see his face but you KNEW he had a cocky grin that you would slap off if he didn't outrank you. You were never good at hiding your feelings.

"Yes." You squeaked.

"Talz, on the horizon sir." You hear another trooper in your ear. Thank the force this journey is over.

The battle went without a hitch until you heard that Chairman Chi Cho got involved.

"Blasted idiot." You said as you jumped on the speeder of a fallen clone. Your heart sank as you started it up. You loved them all, as they love eachother, even if they are supposed to be expendable, but you were at least free from Rex.

You and the others raced back to see Chi Cho on the ground, Chuchi speaking to Thi-Sen, and the other the other Talz...dropping their weapons. Chuchi had a grand smile on her face as you approached her.

"Lady (Y/N)." She beamed. "I was able to negotiate a peace between the two planets. This colony is now recognized as an equal to Pantora and her people."

"I'm so proud of you Chuchi! I knew you'd put Chi Cho in his place one day." You both laughed and he put her hand over her mouth as if you two had been talking about something devilish.

"Come on (Y/N)!" Obi Wan called. "Transports are waiting"

You climbed aboard and found the last seat left which was of course....next to Rex. He smirked at you as you internally kicked yourself for not wrapping it up with Chuchi sooner.

You took your seat next to Rex and rubbed your arms. They had gone red from the icy planet. Your robes you chose today were knew high boots and shorts with wraps around your torso that draped down your back. Perfect if you had gone to Pantora as you had planned. Your knees and thighs had gone bright red as well.

"I didn't know someone could blush over their whole body. I also didn't know I could do that to a person." Rex elbowed you. You scrunched up your nose and shot him a glare.

"I'm just teasing you (Y/N). That's a quip you'd expect coming out of Echo's mug." You managed to let out a small laugh as he cleared the tension. He reached into the compartment above his head and pulled out a thick brown blanket and began to unfold it as he placed it on your lap. "Here, take my blanket." He said as he sat back at your side draping his arm around your shoulder. And just like that your stomach gets tight again. "I can imagine how exhausted you are after fighting the cold all day and it's a long ride back home. May as well get comfortable."

"Thanks." Was all you could say before your voice caught in your throat. How comfortable could you get feeling this way.

"He sends such mixed signals. Of this goes on for much longer I might just explode. Why doesn't he just come out and admit he likes me? Maybe he's waiting for me to say something. What if I do and he isn't actually flirting with me and I just look like a fool? I can't like him anyway! He's my captain it's not right!

You felt a gloved hand cup your chin and tilt your head back.

"I don't care of your not a clone, you belong on the battle field. You did great today mesh'la." Rex said. You smiled in return and dropped your head back down.

"Mesh'la. What it Mustafar does that mean. The way he said it was so....gentle. Is it even possible for him to talk like that? Why can't my thoughts stop spinning like this. Ome minute he treats me to tenderly then the next he treats me like infantry. What the kriff, Rex make up your mind.

Just as your spinning mind reached maximum velocity you felt a warm kiss on your forehead.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" Rex whispered almost inaudibly.

"Shavit"

Bonus Echo:

(ง ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )ง < (that's cute but fight me bitch)

Ok this kinda sucks ass. It's been a hot minute since I've written. I promise I'll get back into the swing of things.