#blue lightning accent

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle nina has a very long sixteen hr+ long flight ahead of her and the only thing getting me through is that i know when jerseykyle goes through tsa and has to whip his belt and his sweater off lookin like a 6ft tall gorgeous long haired ginger supermodel people almost start cryin

[kozukatt]

JAYS ACCENT IN THE NINJAGO MOVIE UGH

so I got the game on my switch (yes there’s a game on the switch Xbox and PlayStation it’s good get it now) and they changed the VA for most of the characters and the lines they all have are so funny and fit the character so well

AND THEY TRIED TO KEEP JAYS ACCENT IK ITS NOT IN THE OG NINJAGO BUT I LOVE IT AND IDK WHY RAHHHHH

[swordmaid]

the shri’iia brain rot is far from over now i want to design her iconic weapon for her - which is most likely a halberd but i am also thinking of making it an axe so it’s like an executor’s axe. anyway for the names it’s either lurraggath which means an act of love (noble/sacrificial deed) in drowic for her oathbreaker route or khazid’hea which means ‘to cut’ also in drowic if she’s in her reclaimed oath path. the executioner’s axe vibe fits that name better since she’ll literally be cutting their heads off lol

[feyburner]

I ??? woke up at 3am with this scene fully written in my mind palace and quickly jotted it down in the Notes app

*

Clark’s shaking his head before he realizes he’s doing it, and feels a twinge of embarrassment at his own bad manners when Bruce stops mid-word to look at him, brows raised.

“No?” he says.

“No,” Clark says, again without thinking, and again with the reflexive urge to apologize. Somewhere his mother is tutting without knowing why. But he doesn’t apologize, because he’s already saying, “No, it can’t—it can’t be that.”

“Okay,” Bruce says slowly. “Can you elaborate?”

He is, honestly, having trouble taking his eyes off the screen. The mockup design of his new suit is there, dark and sleek, ridged like tactical gear. The blue is like the last shade of evening before you can’t call it evening anymore, the color of nine PM in Kansas in July, so exact there’s a strong chance Bruce color-picked it from a photo. The yellow accents are the cool fluorescent yellow-green of lightning bugs. The red is dark as arterial blood. Every aspect of the suit has been updated—the colors deeper, the angles sharper, the S extending to the corners of its frame—but Bruce has done it without changing the fundamentals. It’s immediately recognizable as the Superman suit, just… well, a little cooler, maybe. A little more of the times. Even the tailoring is modernized. The neckline. The shape of the boots. Where the belt hits at the waist. Clark can tell just by looking that Bruce has not only spent a lot of time on this in general, he’s spent a lot of time designing it specifically with Clark in mind, Clark’s needs and preferences and the small discomforts of his current suit, things he might have mentioned offhand after a mission but never with the assumption that Bruce was listening or filing it away. No doubt the next slides of this presentation will detail all the hidden features of the new suit, and they’ll all be incredibly thoughtful if not slightly overkill, and Bruce will pretend his sole motive here was practicality and risk reduction and respond to any thanks with a curt nod.

And Clark wants to thank him. He will. It’s just.

“It can’t be… cool,” he says, inane. Bruce is watching him with that steady look that used to feel clinical, piercing, and now mostly reads as attentive. “It can’t be—like yours. Tactical, military-grade.”

“Lightyears beyond, actually.”

“It has to—Ma said once, a kid should be able to draw it with crayons. You know? I can’t look like a weapon. I have to—I want to look like a friend.”

He can feel himself flushing. It’s rare that he speaks like this, and rarer still that he does so while being stared at intently. Bruce may think of himself as the darkness, but his gaze is a spotlight: unwavering and revealing and more a little sweat-inducing, for one reason or another.

“Sometimes, when I show up, people laugh,” Clark says. “If it’s somewhere out of the way, where they haven’t seen me before. I show up and I look like a festival performer. It’ll be the worst day of their lives, and they’ve got no reason to trust my face, but when they see what I’m wearing—it goes from ‘Who are you?’ to ‘Who is this guy?’ And that’s a good thing.”

“Hard to be afraid of a man dressed in primary colors,” Bruce says, almost to himself.

“Exactly.”

“I see. Thank you,” he says, “for explaining.”

Clark tries not to show how surprised he is to hear that. Judging by the crook of Bruce’s mouth, his success is negligible. “Of course. Sorry I didn’t—I mean, thank you, obviously, for going to such trouble. I didn’t mean to come in here and—I really do appreciate it, I can tell you put a lot of work in—”

Bruce’s eyes cut away. “No. No need. I didn’t ask, before I…. It was only a first draft. If you’re amenable, I’ll incorporate your feedback into the second one.”

“Oh! Yeah. Yes, of course, but you really don’t have to—”

“If you have any further notes, I would like to hear them.”

There’s something determined in the lines of his face. Clark has the sense that this moment is important, that it’s a turning point, even if he’s not sure why. It feels like striking out into a sea of ice, a blank white expanse under which something precious and vital is hidden, has been hidden all along, just waiting for him to find it. To want to.

“Sure,” he says. He looks back at the suit and swallows, and knows Bruce will see the flicker of his throat and take some meaning from it, and wishes he knew what the meaning was. Or maybe Bruce won’t notice or read into it at all. Maybe Clark needs to calm down, in fact. “Um. I don’t want to assume, but does it… do things?”

“It does things,” Bruce confirms, after the barest pause. “Let me show you the next slide.”

[earlgreylatte]

Nicknames and Pet Names

Hal Jordan: Listen, we all know he’s a ‘babe’ kind of guy, it’s an inherent part of his vocabulary. Will literally loudly call out ‘babe’ across the grocery store, he’s so annoying. And of course, he’ll make up a nickname uniquely for you, based on something like one of your hobbies or habits. If you’re a Blue Lantern, you’re ’blueberry’. Probably has called you ‘nightlight’ or ‘glowstick’ before. (Internalized Lantern hate…)

Barry Allen: ‘Honey’. When you wake up, when he’s leaving home or coming back, during sex, he will be calling you ‘honey’ in that affectionate tone, blue eyes soft and fond. So clear to literally everyone that he’s wrapped around your finger. The first thing you see in the morning is him bathed in sunlight while whispering ‘honey’ as he gently rouses you from your sleep. ‘Darling’ or ‘love’ are also likely to leave his lips around you.

Booster Gold: Definitely comes up with something based on your name, shortening it or making it cutesy, like adding ‘bear’ or ‘poo’ to end of your name. Definitely does it to irritate or embarrass you. His usual nickname for you will probably be the first letter or syllable of your name. He also likes your name just fine, the type to say it over and over to get your attention. You two probably call each other ‘babygirl’.

Ted Kord: To match the whole insect theme, I can definitely see him calling you ‘ladybug’ or ‘mayfly’. Also shortens your name to the first letter or syllable. To others, I can see him referring to you as something mushy like ‘light of his life’ just to make others cringe. If you have a hero history too, then he’ll definitely have a nickname based on that. You call him ‘Teddy’, of course.

Bruce Wayne: Mostly sticks to your name, but definitely a ‘darling’ guy, especially when he’s trying to calm you down or if he knows he did something to wrong you. As Brucie Wayne, definitely refers to you as ‘his better half’. Known as a ‘wife guy’ on social media.

Dick Grayson: His favourite thing to call you is your name, it’s one of his favourite words, really. Definitely refers to you as ‘beautiful’ and ‘prettygirl/prettyboy’. Definitely refers to you as his (‘my (name)’) and himself as yours.

Jason Todd: I can definitely see him occasionally calling you ‘my dear’ or ‘madam’ in a British accent in lighthearted moments, breaking into laughter when you do. ‘Babe’ in the streets, ‘love’ in the sheets kinda guy. If you’re even a centimetre shorter than him, he will call you ‘munchkin’.

Roy Harper: ‘Sweetheart’ is definitely his go to, but I can also see creating nicknames, such as ‘doe eyes’ or ‘birdie’ based on your traits or behaviour. Depending on your relationship, probably refers to you as ‘momma’ when talking about his household with other people (moms at the school pickup) (‘Lian’s mom actually said—‘)

Wally West: You wonder if he even knows your name sometimes with how many petnames he goes through. ‘Babe’, ‘gorgeous’, ‘sweetie’, ‘love’, ‘his lightning rod’, and he could go on! Makes the times when he does say your name more intimate

Kyle Rayner: Mostly calls you by your name, but he’s also the least likely to date a civilian, having periods where he doesn’t even want to be on Earth, so dating a fellow ring wielder, space traveller, or hero is more likely and will cause him to nickname you based on that (Lantern colour, alias, etc). The type to describe you in an artsy, romantic way to others, comparing you to an azure sky or to stars.

Masterlist

[imthepunchlord]

So Zoe yesterday was sharing her frustrations with chosen colors for the Zodiac kwamis, and just how uncolorful they are as a whole (having a lot of browns and greys), which spiraled into a little bit of a rabbit hole on odd kwami designs and choices on how they were handled (just a little).

And on the topic was me being so baffled for Longg's colors.

Like I do think another red kwami was needed, but why the one related to weather? And specifically elements of air, lightning, and water. Shouldn't Longg have colors that reflect those elements? As usually those aren't tied to red. Elementally red's usually tied to fire. But that's the one element he's canonly not tied to. There's also the issue that he's red and black, which Tikki already is. At least mix up the 2nd color to red so Longg and Tikki don't compete as red-black kwamis. Dragon's kinda tied to yellow so he could've been red and yellow.

Anyway, given what he's tied to, Longg could've been all blue, the sky is blue, water is blue, air is usually a light blue in media, and sometimes lightning is portrayed as a pale blue.

Or, what could've been more fun, Longg could've had colors that better reflected those 3 elements, being blue with gold and white accents.

I still don't like the party cone horns, but I do think that this could've been more visually interesting, and better reflect the power.

[vabam-fr]

arcane : soft blues and creamy whites, cherry/ruby/cerise/wine, fire, obsidian to plum, orchid to grape. mint and mist. cerulean and abyss. a good blue with a nice accent color can feel super arcane. (heather starmap might surprise you, too. a lot of purples seem to fall into a very arcane vibe)

earth: greys, any faded blue (or greenish) color paired with an orange accent, and maybe blood/maroon if the combo allows it. just darker combos that arent brown but feel dusty. any jewel tone if youre not a coward. metals/cantaloupe/peach with pink stain, or cream/pink stain, or rose/lemon stain can give off a salt-lamp look that toes the arcane line, but with the right handling, it really pulls a room together.

water: vibrant blue/orange combos, blue/yellow combos. basically anything that could get away with looking like a beach or some coral or a fish. the world is your oyster on that one

plague: white. dark, washed out greens like algae/eldritch/hunter/camo. jewel toned greens like radioactive/hunter/jungle/emerald. a lot of greens actually... green is just a very plague color. nature who? a lot of browns are surprisingly reddish that give a browned meat vibe. the same with a lot of oranges. good ranges are between ginger-rust and pumpkin-tangerine + the washed out yellows like sanddollar/ivory for a dried bone look (ghost). dirt too.

fire: a lot of starmap reds. blood/sanguine starmap. blood koi. wine metallic/alloy. i think black suits fire best (soot/ash), though i see black as a very neutral lifter for any accent colors. browns can be a nice apparel item if you want to go for a fireplace + log vibe.

shadow: more of a dark blue flight than a purple flight to me. sapphire or sapphire stained with a deep pink or purple, or a yellow range with a purple stain (like metals/orchid). ofc bright blues like the mushrooms help, but i think accented oranges (like pumpkin) help round out the palette. radioactive/orchid combos are pretty shadow-y to me. theyre a very "trickster/jester" flight, so very neon dragons can be shadow-coded in my eyes

ice: of course, black seems to be an easy consensus, but i think blue + brown combos are kind of underrated. sky and periwinkle poitox are very ice-y to me. they remind me of half snow-y forests and tundras (a well placed spruce can wear a lot of team jerseys, lemme tell you) mint/pistachio/mist can be a nice ice-y vibe if you want to think of refreshing gum.

nature: brown. lots of rich-tone browns with green or yellow accents. pink can be nice and nature-like with a brown combo. orange/green combos (bronze) is a nice pop of color when you want something to spice up all the trees you just accidentally planted

wind: or pink can be a nice freshener with a chartreuse-y green. banana feels like it has the playfulness of wind, as does grapefruit. no notes though, wind already has a strong orange-y accent palette (but on dragons i think a subdued brown, like tarnish or tan, could go a long way paired with algae or spruce, too)

lightning: almost no notes really. theres a solid brand that you would almost thing Stormcatcher did on purpose. light blues and dark browns. what cant copper do? the linebacker and support beam for any lair that cant tell their water rep from their lightning rep with all the abyss/cyan/azure flying around. you probably already knew that though. robin feels like its sort of sitting in the back, dwarfed behind copper, and people mistake him for copper's accent color, but he works well when paired with abyss, too. black pulls up strong here when it might be more confusing in other, more colorful potential palettes.

light: buddy i think you showed up late when everyone else was picking accent colors. yes, Earthshaker will be super nice and understanding and share his pink salt-lamp dragons with you (metals/cantaloupe/cream with pink stain). and his tans and browns. thats what dads are for. what? oh, yeah sunset starmap really works too, and some subtle blues, for that "sky" look.

What's a colour you associate with a Flight Rising element that isn't the main assigned colour for it?

eg. I associate Wind with blues and whites because of the sky

[kin0k0-7]

Waiting and watching

(Kraven x reader)

Summary- After agreeing to go on a camping trip with your asshole boyfriend someone’s lurking eyes follow your every move infatuated with your every move

⚠️Warnings⚠️- prey and predator dynamic, ROUGH, pet names, praise, size and height difference, Dom Sergei, belly bulge, blood, death, fluff, angst, abuse, shitty fiancé, weapons

The cool moons gaze shone through the leaves as they swayed gently in the nights air. “ I don’t understand why you make everything such a big fucking deal” my finance let out an exasperated sigh. The fire mirrored my anger as my skin started to boil. “I’m not making it a big deal but you said we would do something just the two of us and you won’t get off your god damn phone texting that same home wrecking bitch”. Raising his hand, like a bolt of lightning it clashed hard against the skin of my cheek. “SHE IS JUST A FRIEND YOU INSECURE LITTLE BITCH, you absolutely disgust me. Everyday I fail to see the point in marrying you” as if you could hear it, the pang of your heart shattering filled your ears. Like little glass piece to reflect the pain you feel on the inside the tears slipped out one by one, splashing to the ground. “Wait no baby I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that” raising your cold hand to your face to gently pat the area that had previously been struck. You flinched a bit, when you started to apply pressure on the area. He started to walk towards you. The hairs in the back of your neck stood up as you started walking backwards. Fight or flight kicks in as the adrenaline starts to pump in your veins. You trying to steady your breathing as your quick shallow breaths start to become more rapid. “Woah woah calm baby” he takes another step reaching out from your arms. “Don’t touch me” you warn. You see his expression turn from soft to angry. “I fucking said come here” he grips your arm harshly as he tries to drag you into him. “I SAID DON’T” you mind as stormy as the rain drops fell from your eyes.

You felt like a little kid again. You felt so helpless because the only thing you could do was cower away and cry. “Stop please not again” your sobs echoed through the dark forest. “NO, you’re my property you belong to ME. I’m so sick and tired of you stepping out of line and NOT BEING THE OBEDIENT LIKE BITCH YOU ARE” he raises his hand to strike you again but stops. The tension in the air rises as goosebumps start to creep up on your skin. You see your fiancés face change from angry to terrified. You couldn’t see what was behind you but you were too terrified to look. A deep thick accent starts speaking behind you. “Unhand her and bring her to me. It’s disgusting how you treat such a beautiful woman and treat her like filth”. The look of terror slowly fades as a smug smile starts to replace it. “Beautiful? Dude you must be fucking delusional. But you want me to hand MY property over to you? No way, not with out a price at least” My fiancé quickly moved his hand from my arm to the nape of my neck and pulls my hair back and downward making me lose my balance and fall on the ground. Yanking my head up, he makes me face the unknown stranger and look at him. As soon as your eyes meet his a spark lit within you. He was one of the most gorgeous men you have set your eyes on. You scanned his face feeling a sense of familiarity. His nose, his cheekbones, his messy hair, his striking blue eyes. “I said unhand her, but since you wanna be difficult I’ll give you one last chance before we have to do this the difficult way” The unknown man tilts his head sideways in amusement. My fiancé pulled out his travel knife as flicked it open. The strangers stare turned from to amused to annoyed. “I said list a price, her parents sold her to me so I’m not willing to let my property go that easy. So either list a price or I might have to damage this filthy face before the wedding” he held the cold blade to my face and furry flickered across the other man’s face.

“I warned you” the man shrugged his shoulders. In what feels like a second my fiancé let out a blood curdling scream. I was to in shock to notice what was dripping down my face instead I was staring a the gun in his hand. “WHAT THE HELL YOU GOD DAMN LUNATIC” then the man shifted his gaze from my fiancé to me. “Come with me” I look back at my fiancé, he was cowering and gripping his shoulder like an hurt animal, the bullet wound in his shoulder gushing blood staining his hands with crimson nectar as horror and anger was etched on his face. “Y/n I swear to god if you move even inch I will make your life miserable” “y/n..” I heard my name being murmured by the man. I looked at him a softly nodded. I stood up and started to close the distance between me and him. It felt natural, I felt pulled to him as if I’ve done this same action a hundred times before. “Y/N IM GIVING YOU ONE CHANCE TO GET BACK HERE”. Standing in front of the man I get a better look at him. Gorgeous was an understatement. He raise his hand to the side of my face and gently caresses the side of my cheek. Not breaking the eye contact he lowers his hand and lets a small smile cross his face.

“Let’s go” I let ok a soft “okay” already missing the gentle touch this man has offered me. My “fiancé” yelled at our figures as we walked further into the forest. Through the comfortable silence I took a glance up at him. “What’s your name?” Turning his head to look down at me amused by my question “Sergei, and you are y/n if I’m right” hearing my name come from his mouth sounded so right. You let out a little chuckle. “Yes I am, also thank you Sergei for intervening in that situation”. “No man should treat such a gorgeous woman with such disdain.” You looked down at your feet try to hide your embarrassment. “Thank you… anyway if you don’t mind me asking, why are you out here so late at night?” You see a deep amber glow, you couldn’t make it out because the array of thick woods is blocking your view. “I own these woods Дорогой (darling)” “you own them?!” So he is like rich rich, woah. As you make your way through the woods you start to make out the amber glow to be a gorgeous house. The first half of the house was a dome shape and then extended out past that. “Wow it’s beautiful” walking up to the house it was this rustic modern type of house with a lot of greenery. You admired the pristine and clean condition the house was in. “This house is absolutely stunning” You look over to him to see him intensely staring at you . His gaze slowly devouring you. In his presence you felt like a small animal underneath the gaze of a ferocious predator. “What did you say Дорогой (darling)”. You started to turn a little pink at the nickname. “Oh, I said your house is very pretty.” “Ah, thank you. I do have a question though, Are you hungry?” His eyes boring into you. His icy gaze has you in a chokehold as you struggle to find an answer. He tilts his head at you curiously waiting for an answer. “Pardon me, I am feeling a bit peckish”. As in approval to your question he nods his head as he makes his way over to the kitchen. “Go sit on the couch Дорогой (darling)”. You do as you’re told and sit on the couch, sinking into it as the worries slip from your body. Your shoulders relax into the comfy cushion and you lay your head back a bit. Sergei looks up from what he is doing and lets a small smirk of satisfaction cross his face at your obedience.

“So whatcha making” you turn your head lazily towards him letting the couch swallow you hole as you watch Sergei cook. “I hope you don’t mind Caesar salad Великолепный (gorgeous)” “not at all.” You start to feel your eyelids close. You try and stay awake but the darkness consumes your vision as you fall into a light sleep. Softly snoring, Sergei looks over at you. A sense of control and possessiveness wash over him, satisfaction also starts to creep in once again. You are in his house in sleeping in his presence. Your innocence lures him in, ever since the first time you stepped in his forest he has had a strange obsession with you. Your ex fiancé and you camped here often and every time you did you entranced him more and more. The way your hair softly swayed in the wind, or the little crease in your nose that appeared when you angry was always so amusing to him. The only reason he finally decided to step in today was that he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt again. His chest tightened every time you cried. He looked back to what he was doing and finished up the salad. Walking over to you placing down the bowl on the wooden table in-front of you have gently started to tap you releasing you from your sleep. “Hmm?” You stretched a bit trying to wake your tired form. “Here is your food Дорогой (darling)” you rubbed your eyes before taking the wooden bowl in your hand as well as the silver utensil. “What does that mean” as your fork dipped into the food piercing the salad as it made a crisp crunch. “It means darling” he looked at you intently as you started to eat the food seeing your ears slightly reddened at the nickname. “Mmm, this salad is very good” “why thank you Дорогой (darling)” your ears turned a shade darker. After a while of talking you finished your salad and got up “what are you doing?” “Cleaning the dish?” He cocked his head to the side “but you don’t have to do that let me”. He stood up and stalked towards you until he was standing directly next to you. He reached his large hand towards you trying to take the sponge from. You swiftly moved your hand aways from his before he could grab it “I insist Sergei” you looked him in his eyes.

They glowed from a faint yellow faded back to his beautiful blue eyes. “Woah what was that” you turned to him gently taking your hand to his face. He grabbed your hand and pulled it away from his face. “I advise you not to do that Сладкое сердце (sweet heart) I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself” His words injected electricity into your veins. Feeling brazen you stood on your tippy toes and leaned into his ear “Then don’t”. A deep groan left his throat. He looked as if he were arguing with himself. You took his hand in yours and lightly traced his palm. The small action made his composure snap as he picked you up and propped you up on the counter so you were eye level with him. “You sealed your fate Дорогой (darling). You belong to me now” you felt frisson run through you as he gently stroked up and down your legs. You always hated it when your fiancé said that but hearing it from Sergei’s mouth. Seeing his soft pink lips mouth those words made you pulse with anticipation. “Now finish sealing your fate Дорогой (darling)” a small smirk fall upon his lips. You leaned in, like the worlds your lips were only centimetres apart from colliding. You felt his hot breath fanning against your lips, you moved a little closer then pulled back a bit smiling and looking in his eyes which switched from blue to this piercing golden colour. His eyes felt so predatory, so animalistic. You feel the goose bumps rising on your skin. “Ah ah ah, we don’t play those games here Кролик (bunny)” he snuck his hand behind the hair in the nape of your neck. He harshly tugged your head back exposing your neck as he went in straight for the kill. His soft lips roughly attacked your neck leaving deep bruises from how hard he is sucking on the delicate skin. He worked his way around you neck until he found you pulse. Hovering above that spot for a minute he opened his mouth and sunk his teeth deep in your skin making you yelp in agony. “Ah fuck Sergei.” He pulled away and lightly traced the area. “Now everyone knows you belong to me, my little Кролик(bunny)” he pulled you closer and hooked his arms underneath you legs while slowly leaning in to kiss you.

Your lips crashed together like waves on a shore. First it started as a gentle kiss but it quickly became more hungry, more needy. He had this need to devour you. Lifting you from the counter he walked from the kitchen to his bed. Letting you down slowly. He pinched the underside of your thigh. Earning a gasp from you he stuck his tongue in your mouth. His tongue exploring your mouth as if it was a new piece of land he found. You felt him undo your jeans and start to slip them off. You tugged at his shirt wanting him to take it off. Pulling away he stepped back allowing him some room to undress. “Take off the rest of your clothes Кролик (bunny)” you nodded eagerly quick obeying his command. You lied there, naked in his bed. “You look exquisite Кролик (bunny). Good enough to eat almost” he crawled on top of you, you moved your hands up and down his big forearms relishing in the amount of muscle this man has. Your hands made your way up to his biceps then to his shoulders. “Are you ready Кролик (bunny)?” “Yes Sergei”. He spread your legs and positioned himself with your entrance. “I like the way my name sounds out of you mouth, but I think I’d been even better if you were screaming it.” He slowly pushed into you. You let out a loud gasp at how big he was. “That’s it Кролик (bunny) just relax your doing so well already”. After a minute his hips are met with yours. “I’m going to start moving Кролик (bunny) prepare yourself.” He pulled out agonisingly slowly then rammed his hips into you. “Holy fuck Sergei” he was drilling into you at an inhuman pace. “Look down Кролик (bunny), you see that” you started to drool losing your mind to the pleasure as he is still digging in you. You look down following his gaze you watch as he disappears and reappears in you a bulge present in you lower abdomen. “Now Кролик (bunny) what happens if I do this” he uses his hand to push down on the area causing a hot white flash to blur your vision as you start to chant his name like a prayer. “Such a Хорошая девочка (good girl) for me, squirting all over my cock like this trying to milk me hm?" “Please please please Sergei AHHH” he goes faster then before chasing his own release. The grip he has on your hips feel like he is going to leave bruise. “I’m almost there Кролик (bunny)” your sense start to get overstimulated as you feel the knot in your stomach start to grow again. You feel him twitch inside you. He hits the spot making you cum. As your squeezing him you feel his thick ropes shot out filling you to the brim as he lets this animal like growl. “Fuck Кролик (bunny) you did such a good job” he slowly pulls out and gets up.

You are panting trying to regain your breathe as he walks back to you with a warm damp towel. “God you look so pretty Кролик (bunny). Now here let me clean you up”. He leaves and goes to put the towel somewhere and walks back over sliding in the bed and pulling you in his arms. “Rest Кролик (bunny) you can close your eyes without worry now sweet dreams Дорогой (darling)”. Slumber falls upon you as you and you fall asleep feeling safe in his warm strong arms.

Authors note:

HEY MUNCHKINS IK ITS BEEN A LITTLE BUT SINCE I POSTED SO HERE YOU GO I GOPE YOU LIKE IS AND U HOPE ILL SEE YALL NEXT TIME

[melancholymetropolis]

Sex With Me

plot: In which Wade and Logan have fun with with a Southern Belle, who just might have a secret or two

pairings: Deadpool (Wade Wilson) x Succubus!Reader x Logan Howlet

genre(s): Porn with Feelings; Monster Fucking

warnings: unedited (mostly). mentions of domestic violence + medical procedures. Reader has scars. Grumpy Logan. Golden Retriever Wade. Reader has a southern accent. unprotected sex. oral sex (f + male receiving). multiple positions. creampie. creaming (?). femdom. pegging (sub Wade) PIV SEX. pet names (m'lady, good boy, blue belle, etc.) multiple orgasms. PINING. not a threesome. not a foursome *wink wink* but some secret third thing. (it's full of surprises)

song association: Sex With Me - Rihanna

a/n: This has been in my drafts since August. There is a Part I, but it's not necessarily needed.

w.c: 7.5k (all smut)

 The smile on Wade’s scorned face was something of fiction. There was an unbridled joy behind his eyes that was hard to interpret. It almost felt like he was honored to be included. He seemed shocked that his peeping Tom tendencies actually landed him a shot at me. His brown eyes always held a light interest in me; it flickered behind his pupils every time I traded him the lasagna dish. There was a longing behind his humor. Looking back at it, I am shocked he didn’t act on that attraction sooner. Maybe he feared to be rejected or simply he didn’t want to ruin a good thing. But, it was hard to tell, being that one meager suggestion from Logan has the man scrambling over to me like an amateur roller skater.

Maybe seeing his roommate with his head between my legs sparked something in him.

“As much as I want to seek heaven between those soft thighs, I want to be absolutely sure this is what you want, Blue Belle,” Wade said, throwing me a serious expression. “‘Fine’ is not going to cut it. I need your verbal consent that you would like to engage in a menage a trois with me and beast boy over there.”

“Keep making cracks and I will rescind my invitation,” Logan huffed.

“It’s not up to you, caveman,” Wade snapped back. “Beautiful Gorgeous is calling the shots now. Meaning, if she wants me to stay, you’ll have to put up with  these cracks for the rest of our lives.”

“A little ambitious, don’t you think?” I smirked. “Who’s to say this isn’t a one-time thing?”

“Now who’s the one cracking jokes?” His arm circled around my waist. With a gentle tug, our chests were pressed together and our eyes drilling into each other's with an interest that can only be described as unholy. “It's bold of you to assume that I had any interest in letting you go now that I got you.”

“That's hilarious considering I still have the chance to reject your offer,” I chided back.

“I'm not above getting on my knees and begging a pretty little thing for permission to access her body,” he whispered as desire flashed in his eyes. “I actually prefer to be on my knees more than standing up right.”

“I bet you'd prefer it if I'd call you “good boy” from this point on,” I purred, trailing a finger down his spine.

Wade shivered. “You can only call me that from now on. Strike “good” and “boy” from your vocabulary right now.”

“I'll see what I can do, darling,” I cooed, dragging a manicured nail along the side of his neck.

“Every time you speak with that thick syrupy accent, my dick grows harder by the word,” Wade groaned, leaning into my hand. “I'm seconds from making a mess in my jorts.”

“You're wearing a tracksuit,” I chuckled.

“Am I?” he briefly looked down at himself. “I am. Shit, I forgot where I was for a second, Blue Belle. You sure aren't hypnotizing me with your doe eyes, are you?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” I smiled.

“I'm going to kiss you now,” he said, pulling me even closer. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

His lips pressed against mine in a tender peck. It was to test the waters and provide me a chance to back out. I leaned into him. I kissed him with a ferocity that he welcomed like a lightning strike. Wade shivered beneath my touch and moaned against my lips. His strong hands gripped my rear and massaged its soft tissue gingerly. His fingers tangled in the ruffles of my hand opened sundress as he lifted its skirt from the ground. Another pair of hands slid up my legs as a broad chest pressed against my back. 

A nose ran along the side of my craned neck, swiftly followed by a tongue. The third member of our devil's threesome. His calloused hands nipped and poked at my thighs. Almost like he was fascinated by their softness, as if he wasn't between them moments before. Logan's fingers found the zipper on my left side and dragged the metal piece down. The garment sagged around my body and I reluctantly broke the kiss with Wade. Goosebumps decorated my skin as Logan’s hands assisted in the removal of the dress. He tried to push the sleeves from my shoulders.

“Hold on, baby,” I said, pulling away from the man behind me. “This is an overhead garment. Gotta lift it from the bottom.”

Without saying a word, the men lifted to the oversized skirt from the ground pulled the dress over my head. The cool air in the apartment nipped at my bare skin. I felt my nipples perk beneath the thin material of my bra. My panties sat awkwardly on my hips and thighs due to Logan’s earlier activities. I was pretty sure my wig resembled a bird's nest on my head— yet those men stared at me as if I was the first and only woman they'd ever seen. Wade had a look on his eye as if he were too afraid to touch me. As if I were a fragile being worth shielding and protecting.

Once I turned to fully face hugger, I noticed his eyes were zeroed in on one particular spot. My spine.

“Spinal realignment surgery at 16,” I said with a sad smile. “Hurt like a bitch, wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.”

A calloused finger dragged against my spine slowly. I shivered underneath the featherlike touch and took my bottom lip between my teeth. A different finger, from another palm, traced another familiar spot along my body. 

“Ex husband,” I sighed, a hint of sadness in my tone. “Terrible drunk with great aim.”

“Did he throw a fucking machete at you?” Logan grunted. “That scar is fucking huge.”

A humorless chuckle fell from my lips. “It was a wine bottle. The force of the bottle to my chest knocked me on my back, right onto a beer bottle. It broke and pieces of it lodged into my shoulder.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Blue Belle,” Wade hissed. “I am sorry you went through that. Good thing he’s an ex, because I would have no problem making you a widow within the hour. Scum like that shouldn’t be breathing the same air as you.”

“Agreed,” Logan replied, resting a hand on my hip.

I turned around and took a step back. I took in the expressions of both men before. Their faces were a mixture of anger, dread and anticipation. The desire to murder my ex was evident on their face, however it wasn’t the only form of desire I could see. The men stared at my body in disbelief. In complete shock. They could not fathom someone wanting to inflict harm on me. Even with my twisted underwear and cotton bra, their eyes swallowed me like I was the only water for miles. I watched their hands twitch the longer I stood away from them. Almost like they were itching to feel my skin once more. Their desire to not only defend me from an ex and to remain in constant skin contact made my heart sing.

With a small smile, I lifted my arms behind my back and proceeded to unclasp my bra. The fullness of my breast blossomed against my front and I watched the men’s eyes widened at the sight. Logan was the first to reach me. Hot kisses graced my lips and neck, while his massive hand massaged my bosom. Wade took the area behind me and kissed along my shoulders. When Logan pulled his head away from my neck, he lifted my heavy breast into his hand. Craning his head downward, his mouth latched onto the nipple. The wet heat of his tongue caused me to stumble backward a little bit; Wade’s body caught me from falling backward any more. My hand found the shaggy hair atop the older man’s head and gripped the strands at the roots. He growled at the action and gently nipped the soft tissue of my breast.

A squeal-type moan erupted from my mouth at the action. 

“Ooh, you and wolfy have a mutual kink!” Wade chirped, gripping my hips tightly. “How exciting.”

“W-we do?” I panted, leaning into him.

 Logan moved to the neglected bud; sucking it into his naughty mouth. 

Wade’s hot breath fanned my earlobe as he crouched down to my ear. My senses were going haywire from the stimulation those men were giving me. My thoughts were squiggly lines floating in my skull; forming words was starting to get harder by the second.

“Logan loves to bite during sex,” Wade whispers, slipping his band into my waistband. His calloused fingers slid against my damp curls and straight to my oozing lower lips. “Maybe it is his wolfy nature, or whatever. Leaves me covered in marks every time we fuck. I am particularly indifferent  from the notion. But you.” His calloused fingertips found my aching bud almost instantly. “Seem to enjoy being nipped by the beast.”

As if on queue, Logan bit my other breast; earning a moan from me. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” the older gentleman growled, eyes drilling into me. “Don't let him distract you.”

“Someone's jealous,” Wade said in a singsong voice.

“Wade, please, shut the fu—”

“Afraid I might steal her from you?”

“Wade, I swear to—”

“I need to tell you something,” I interjected, pulling away from both gentlemen. Their eyes snapped to me. “Before we go any further.”

“Do you have a third nipple?” Wade asked, looking at my breasts intensely. 

Logan just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms against his chest. He gave me a serious look. I watched him inhale deeply and his whole body shiver in the process. His pupils gradually dilated and I could see the goosebumps start to prick his skin. My eyes turned to Wade and his reaction was similar. But, instead of goosebumps, his face flushed a deep crimson. I could feel my true essence start to fill the room and its scent was stronger then. The familiar coolness of fog gathering at my feet sent chills to my body and I felt my eyes roll back. The fog rose from its place at my ankles and wrapped around me like a hug. My skin vibrated beneath the cold cloak and my feet slowly started to lift from the ground. The fog spun around me faster and I felt my skin suddenly grow hotter. There was a distinctive ache on the very top of my head and between my shoulder blades. The tissue stretched and then pulled right back to me. Almost like it never left.

My eyes snapped open, but my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My neck craned backward and my wig slipped from my head. My neatly braided hair was exposed underneath. Each row started to slowly unravel, unleashing my coils. My humidity from the fog made my hair puff up and the mysticism in the air sculpted it to a perfect afro. Fingers laced with mine within the fog and their coldness warmed my heart. 

My feet gradually lowered onto the ground and the fog started to retract back into the earth. 

When I opened my eyes, I saw both men before: slack-jawed.

“There’s. . . two of you. . . “ Logan tried to say. “What . . . ?”

“I gotta admit, Blue Bell, when you said you had something to show us, I'd thought it was an extra body part or something,” Wade said in disbelief. “Not a whole person. I mean this is more than unexpected, but I cannot say I'm mad about it.”

The cold fingers slipped from mine and I turned to Violet. Her smile was wide, exposing all of her pointy teeth. Her glowing eyes were the shade of burning coal. A chorus of deep orange and yellow. Her imposing horns, somewhat hidden underneath her massive (matching) afro. They arched backward slightly and then tilted up slightly; almost like the letter “S”. Her skin was a deep, rich purple. almost resembling the color of cartoon grapes (🍇). Her fingers and feet were pitch black, which gradually faded to the juicy purple color. Like they dipped in black ink. Each finger was topped with two inch, black stiletto nails. Two, imposing violet and black wings sat neatly behind her. Along with a slim, long tale.

Violet raised her arms over her head and released an exaggerated sigh. “It's good to be free. Jesus, how long have we been merged? A month? Two? I lost count.”

“It's been a week, Violet,” I replied with a chuckle. “Remember, you helped bake the cookies for the funeral?”

“Right! The one for Mary Joe,” the purple woman shook her head. “May she rest in peace. Always liked her. She had a mean tongue. I don't think I've ever come so hard just from oral.” The purple woman fanned herself. “Ooh, I'm getting hot just thinking about it. Gone too soon, I say.”

Someone cleared their throat and brought our attention over to them. It was Logan. A furrow sat between his brow and his eyes were narrowed. The arms across his front made his chest look even bigger. His eyes shot between us, the question lingering in his eyes.

“What exactly.  .  . are you?” His question was careful, but still had some edge to it. 

“Testy testy, that one,” Violet said, shaking her head. “I don't get what you see in him.”

“Be nice,” I whispered, before turning to Logan. “Before I answer that question, I would like to point out that I know you both aren't human. I know that you are not in the plumbing business and I know exactly what you do for money. So, let's not point the finger just yet, Mr. Howlet.”

“You sneaky minx!” Wade finally spoke up. “You've been spying on little ‘Ole me?”

“Not me,” I replied with a smirk. “Her.” I nodded to Violet.

“Guilty as charged,” she chirped, raising her hand. “I mean, how could I not? You guys are a smoke show! Plus, I wanted to split Logan in two for being a bastard, but Y/N wouldn't let me.”

“Because I knew he'd just regenerate shortly after,” I sighed.

“Still would've been satisfying,” she shrugged. “Besides, he deserved it. Who rejects lasagna? Especially with homemade pasta sheets?! An absolute jerk-off that's who!”

“I knew you made the pasta from scratch!” Wade exclaimed. “Nothing that good could come from a box. I was just telling wolfy—”.

“We're getting off topic,” Logan interjected. “You never answered the question.”

“Stop being such a grumpy old man and let the pretty girls talk. You're such a wet blanket.” Wade narrowed his eyes at him before turning back to us. “Don't let his faux disinterest fool you. This fucker eats more than half of the treats you make for me. Practically leaving me crumbs in the pyrex dish. Selfish bastard he is.” 

“Don't worry, baby, mama's gonna make something special just for you,” Violet cooed, dragging her nails across his earlobe, making the man shiver. She brought her hot mouth close to his ear and whispered. “Don't you like cinnamon rolls, darling?”

“More than anything, actually,” Wade groaned, leaning into her touch. “Anything sticky, sweet and spicy will always have my cock. I mean my heart. Shit both of them.”

My eyes flickered over to Logan. “The answer is I am both human and succubus. Violet is the physical manifestation of my demon side and I, currently, am the physical manifestation of my human side. We are not twins, nor are we related. We are two conscious beings that often share a body. Two sides of the same coin.”

“Think of us as the literal representation of the angel and devil on your shoulder,” Violet said, trailing her claws down Wade's abs. “She's the angel, despite her poor taste in men.” 

“Ouch,” I feigned offense.

“And I am the devil,” she continued on, ignoring me.

Logan looked between us two. “So, you are not a mutant?”

I shook my head. “Just the product of an unholy union between a god fearing Christian woman and an incubus.”

He hummed slowly and, with one swift movement, our chests were pressed against each other. “I apologize for being an asshole and hurting your feelings. You didn’t deserve that and I am sorry.” His words were gentle, just like his embrace. They made my heart flutter and my body warm.

“You should apologize to Wade for eating his lasagna,” I purred, drawing circles on his collarbone. “That wasn't very nice.”

“I'm not going to apologize for something I don't regret,” he huffed, pulling me tighter. “I enjoyed every single bite of it and I will do it again with the next dish you've brought.”

“You're so greedy,” I chuckled. “You don't deserve any lasagna after the things you've done. Don't think a few licks and kisses will make me change my mind. You were so cold, I could've shown you hated me.”

“Quite the opposite actually,” Wade groaned, while Violet slid her hand in his pants. “He practically parks his ass by the window every time tend to your lawn. And watches you like a creep. He even scares off some rowdy teenagers trying to pluck your roses. Real protective that one.”

“Oh really?” I said with a smile. “Since when did you become so infatuated with me, Sir Lancelot?”

“From the beginning,” he mumbled, looking away from me. “I've never hated you. I just thought. . . that your generosity was conditional at first. That you'd ask us for something after a little while. You never did. Even when you should've. No lady should have to clean her own gutters or change a tire.”

“I’ll be sure to call you the next time I need a big, strong man to save me from chores,” I replied, pulling his face closer to mine. 

“You better,” Logan  grumbled before pressing his mouth to mine. 

The kiss was slow and seductive. I felt my body slowly melt against his the longer we embraced. My hands slowly found themselves in his hair as he gripped my waist tightly.  With just a few inches difference in our heights, I could feel his bulge run against my pelvis. His was so hard it warped the fabric. His  hands moved lower down my legs and he crouched his body lower to reach them. The grumpy man lifted me off the ground and hooked my legs around his waist.

 I broke the kiss with a gasp and wrapped my hands around his neck. “Whisking me away, are you?”

“My lady has been on her feet for far too long,” he replied, a devilish grin on his face. 

He'd never admit it, but I could tell the bastard loved to roleplay. 

A moment later, my back collided with the soft surface of a mattress. My body bounces a little from the impact and it earns a giggle from me. Logan crawls atop the bed, hovering over my smaller form. A goofy smile on his lips.

“You're so beautiful when you laugh,” he declares, capturing my lips once more.

I moaned, already getting addicted to the taste of him. My hands slide under his shirt and I start to push the garment up his abdomen. He breaks the kiss briefly before tugging it over his head. Logan moans against my mouth as my hands undo his belt buckle and jean closures. My fingers slide down the open space and cup his hard length. The man sucks in a breath and tears away from the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine and stared directly into my eyes. 

“Is my lady getting restless?” He asked, the heat of his gaze making me sweat.

“You have no idea,” I replied, squirming underneath him. “If I get any wetter, I could ring out my panties. All this foreplay has got me oozing. I'm seconds away from ripping your pants off and riding you like a stallion.”

“I wouldn't be opposed to such an act,” he replied with a laugh.

“Good to know,” I said. “Now lie on your back.”

“Yes, ma'am”.

With my panties off, I climbed back on the bed, right atop of Logan. I swung my leg over his face and placed my oozing cunt just inches from that hot crevice of a mouth. The older man groaned loudly and brought both of his hands to my ass. He massaged the soft tissue slowly, nipping the dimpled cheeks lightly. Arching my back, I gave him better access to the glistening folds. I placed both hands on his abdomen and brace myself. 

Logan, the sweet man he is, didn't say a word. He simply opened his mouth and dragged his tongue along the oozing slit. A shiver danced through me as he repeated the action several times before placing his mouth on my folds and sucking. His naughty tongue lapper against my pearl with a hunger I've briefly seen before. The man beneath me was starving and aching for me. His tongue attacked the underside of my clit with a pressure and a pace that left me breathless. My original plan was to take him in my mouth while he feasted upon me. But, by how he worked that mouth, Logan wanted me to focus on one thing. And that was coming on his face. 

My hips rolled against his face as my nails dug into his thighs. My lower half was completely smothering his face, but the mutant wouldn't have it any other way. 

Although my legs were quaking, I still managed to undo the buttons of his jeans and freed the tent at the crotch. The girth of his member had me whimpering. Due to my height, I was just able to wrap my fist around the shaft, even then, only my fingertips touched. I brought the tip near my lips and circled my tongue around it. The man below sucked in a breath and smacked my rear lightly. I yelped at the sudden action and rolled my hips against his face once more. Logan groaned and continued to attack my folds. He licked and sucked the area right below my clit, never really touching the bundle of nerves. Inch my inch, I took the shaft in my mouth. Since the angle was awkward, I could only get the member about halfway inside. I used my hand to make up the difference. I bobbed my head slowly at first, experimenting with my movements and highlighting my limits.  Gradually, I moved quickly against him; hollowing my cheeks in the process. I felt the man groan underneath me, his breathing picking up as I worked my mouth on his cock. I felt the member twitch within my mouth before Logan finally stopped teasing me. 

With a subtle tilt of my hips, Logan’s plush lips found my pearl and began to suck. Hard. My mouth fell open and the member fell from my lips. The moans coming from my throat were unrecognizable as I started to fiercely grind on his face.

“Just like that,” I panted, digging my nails in his thighs. “Keep doing that and I am gonna cum.”

As my eyes flickered closed, an image came into focus. It was Wade. His arms were raised above his head, bound by something— maybe handcuffs or rope. His eyes were heavily lidded and his lips slightly ajar. The rise and fall of his chest was quick. Almost as though he were panting. Thick ropes of milky cum painted his rippling abs and it just kept spilling from his cock. A black hand moved along the length in short, quick bursts; squeezing tightly as it went. It was then that I noticed that Wade was holding his muscular thighs in the air. Exposing the bright purple toy slipping in and out of his slick center. The silicone dildo rested in the center of Violet’s apex, held up by a leather harness and silver D rings. It was our prized position for many reasons, but the main one being that it was double ended. I could feel Violet’s pleasure pool in her belly the longer she pounded into Wade. Her thighs were trembling and her breathing was just as hoarse as Wade’s. 

She was seconds from cumming.

As was I. 

I could feel my walls begin the quiver against his face, desperately aching to be filled by something. It hadn’t come. Yet. The moans spilling from my lips started to grow louder in pitch as a pool started to fill in my stomach. Tingles started to erupt underneath my skin. It started at my fingers and toes, making its way up my limbs and settled in my mid section. My entire being was ablaze and the pleasure was intensifying by the second. I could feel Violet’s orgasm building, just as I was sure she felt mine. It was deeper and more intense. 

Another image came to mind. Her palm stopped stroking Wade’s cock mid-stroke. She snatched her fingers from the member and started to move her hips faster. Hammering into the man at an inhuman pace. His eyes widened from the change and his grip tightened on his thighs. Breath caught in his throat, he simply nodded fiercely at the demon. Silently begging she wouldn’t stop. The toy dug deeper in both parties, ferociously attacking their pleasure points. I could hear Violet begin to yell in the next room, her passionate shouts shaking the walls.

My eyes started to roll to the back of my head as a silent scream fell from my lips. All feeling left my body as the orgasm washed over me. My hips rolled against Logan’s face, humping his mouth with little mercy. I desperately sucked in a gust of air, before releasing a loud moan. 

“Lord, help me!” I cried, gripping his thighs for dear life. “I’m cumming! Holy fuck!”

Even with my eyes tightly closed, I knew the mist was rising from the ground and swiftly engulfing my body. Tingles reverberated underneath my skin and made the hair on the back stand up. A golden light pierced the back of my eyelids as the last glorious seconds of the climax took over Me. I rolled my hips against his face, chanting his name in the process. I never wanted his lips to leave my quivering cunt, but I knew that was unrealistic. Especially with what awaited me when I opened my eyes.

As the fog dissipated, I found myself in a new location. I blinked several times and took in the scene before me. My body was not hovering over Logan, but pressed against another. My breasts nestled against a hard chest and my thighs were on either side of a narrow waist. My soft tummy pressed against a set of sticky abs. Resting just below my apex, poking my inner thigh, was someone's else's cock. Wade's, to be specific.

His eyes were wide with disbelief at the sight, rapidly scanning my face to see if this was really happening. 

“Did you guys just.  .  . switch places?” He asked, gripping his wrist restraints tightly. 

“More or less”, I said with a shrug.

“Well smack my ass and call me Sally!” He replied with a chuckle. “You two are just full of surprises, huh?”

“You could say that,” I chuckled, tracing a nail along his ear.

“What else you got up your sleeve, Blue bell?” Wade groaned at the sensation. “Anything else you'd like to share with the class?”

I could feel his member perk up against my thigh with every other pass of my finger. He was growing hard and  faster than I had originally anticipated. Wade had wanted me. His attraction was not a surprise as the massive man wore his brain on his sleeve. His thoughts were free to anyone that would listen and his actions. . . as transparent as glass. Wade wanted me from the first moment I knocked on his door with the lasagna dish. I saw his lingering glances on my body and I hadn’t minded. He was a hunk of a man and I felt myself in need of a ride.

I lifted myself from my position on his chest and placed both hands on his pecs. My knees rested on either side of his slim waist as my hot cunt rested on his lap. His member twitched beneath me. His eyes became hooded and the scorned man tugged at the cuffs at his wrists.

“Are you sure you're not an angel?” Wade said with jagged breaths. “Because you look downright heavenly in this position. Hands on my chest. Wet pussy smothering my cock. That seductive look in your eye that tells me you're about to do something that's gonna make me cum like a fountain. God, you're so beautiful. I'm probably gonna spill just looking at ya. Say something, gorgeous. Because if you don’t, I’m gonna keep—”

My hips rolled against his throbbing length, earning a groan from the male. “You’re so hard for me, despite just spilling all over yourself moments ago.”

“Keep moving like that and I’m gonna spill again,” he growled, moving his hips in rhythm with mine. 

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you spill inside me,” I cooed, digging my nail in his chest.

His groans turned to whimpers. “Please, Blue Belle,” Wade begged, pulling at his restraints. “Please let me fill that hot, dripping pussy with my cock. I’ve been waiting for that since the moment I met you. If I have to wait any longer, I’m gonna make a fool of myself. Please, darling. I need you.”

A smirk found my lips. “I didn’t even have to ask you to beg,” I said, lifting my hips from his member. I lifted a hand from his chest and brought it between our joint bodies. I gripped the thick shaft and aligned it with my entrance. “Just for that, you get your wish.” 

Slowly, I sunk onto his awaiting cock. A gasp ripped from my lips as a groan came from Wade. Followed by a curse. Inch by Inch, I took him. Pumping my hips slowly to make the process faster. I placed both hands on his chest once more and started to grind against Wade. The head of his member pushed against a spot I almost forgot I had. My legs quivered at the friction. Wade had a smug look on his face and, in that moment, I knew we were both thinking the same thing: I wasn’t going to last long. With that thought resting at the front of my mind, I decided to make the best of our predicament. I tilted my body a bit forward, and pressed my palms harder against his chest. I widened the position of my thighs, arched my back and pressed my knees firmly on the mattress. Once my body was stable, I started to move. I didn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of easily getting into it; I threw my ass back with the vindication of a seasoned professional.

“Oh! Oh God!” Wade exclaimed, gripping the headboard. “Jesus. . . Fuck!”

The length of his member was not surprising, since everything about Wade oozed big dick energy. He was cocky, arrogant and well endowed. It was the girth that surprised me. It was thicker than I was used to. It stretched my slick canal with passion. My walls were pulsing intensely from the intrusion. God, how I wanted to be filled like that in such a long while. Wade had stretched me in ways I didn’t think was possible, at least not anymore. Logan had done his partner a disservice by giving me such an intense orgasm from oral. The desire to be filled was prevalent. Sure, cumming on the tongue of a beautiful man was great, but the thought of being absolutely hammered by his member was another. 

My eyes flickered closed as pleasure zapped through me like a lightning strike. Through the foggy haze of my incoming climax, I could see a pillow, through Violet’s eyes. The position of the pillow was moving, almost like it was being moved back and forth at a quick pace. Or, Violet was being moved in that sequence. The succubus briefly lifted her head from the plush surface and craned her neck backward. Logan came into view. He was shirtless and sweat coated his body. His teeth were clenched and face was contorted. His hips moved at a pace that could only be described as brutal. Just how Violent liked it. The demon preferred to be in change. She took her position of dominatrix very seriously. But, there were times when she liked to switch, when the partner was powerful enough to dominate her. It seemed like Violet had met that partner. Logan was pounding into her like he hated her. Fast and hard. He was also muttering words I couldn’t necessarily make out, but knowing Violet, it was probably something scandalous.

The sight of Logan losing control had earned a moan out of me. He looked so hot when behaving so erratically. I was so distracted by the sight that I almost missed the set of hands gripping my wrists. Almost. My eyes snapped open and looked down at Wade. The cuffs that bound his wrists dangled from the headboard, still in tack. 

“How did you—”

“A magician never shares his secrets,” he snickered. “Now, press your chest against mine. I would like to try something.”

“Taking charge, pet?” I jested, leaning forward.

“Only trying to keep your attention,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me. “At least while I got you.”

Before I could respond, Wade moved his hips upward, effectively thrusting into me from below. A startled moan spilled from my lips as I hooked my arms underneath his shoulders. Once grasping his body tightly, the man beneath me began to thrust. Hard and fast. He matched the pace I had originally set for our union. He didn’t have the patience to wait for the future, to see if I were to switch places once more. Instead, he was going to milk every moment that we had together. 

“That’s it, Blue Belle,” Wade growled, digging his fingers in my sides. “Scream for me.”

I hadn’t known I was screaming until he pointed it out. My mind was simply in a state of shock. I knew that Wade was not an innocent man, by a landslide, and that he was not purely submissive. But, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that he was so good at playing both positions. The bumbling, needy sub and the insatiable dominant. A true switch. 

The way his cock dug inside me was evidence that he excelled at being in charge. My legs shook at the intensity of the position and  the depth of him. My walls pulsed around him, squeezing tightly, as a familiar feeling in my belly grew. I was close.

“Wade. . .” I trailed off.

“I know, gorgeous,” he grunted, eyes flickering over my face. “I know.”

“I-I’m. . . mmm— oh lord!” 

The remaining strength within my being had quickly dissipated and I felt my body completely mesh with Logan’s. My breasts were pressed against his chest and my head fell in the crook of his neck. I held him tighter, as his cock managed to hit that pleasure point directly with each thrust. Second by second, my body grew taut. My muscles started to lock as my mouth slowly opened. My eyes slowly rolled back as I started to pant heavily. The pressure in my belly had spilled over and an indescribable sensation had overcame me. 

I was cumming, hard.

“That’s it, baby,” Wade encouraged. “There you go. Cum for me.”

A jagged breath fell from my lips as I whined atop the man. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Never,” he replied, a smile in his voice.

A string of curses left my lips as the wave of pleasure kept rolling over me. I never wanted it to end. I never wanted to part from that room. Part from Wade. But, I knew it was coming. The coolness of the mist had inched up my feet and started to swirl at my legs. It was only then that I felt the faint burst of Violet’s pleasure. She had reached her peak, the same time I had reached mine. Again. Meaning, it was time to switch. 

I looked down at Wade, who’s hips were starting to stagger. His face was pulled in a pinched expression and I felt his body suddenly shudder. He was close. The mist had started to collect around my form, but I kept it at bay. Mentally stalling the switch, just for a few seconds. Wade kept hammering into me until his hips halted, in mid thrust. His member pulsed aggressively before shooting hot spurts of cum inside me. I moaned at the sensation and rolled my hips against him.

“Give it to me, pet,” I said, pressing kisses to his face. “Fill me with your seed.”

Wade let out a strangled cry before collapsing on the bed. His member still pulsed, but oozed instead of squirting.

“God, you really are a dream,” he said, satiated. 

“Only to you.”

Upon opening my eyes, I was greeted with another panting man. Instead of being situated beneath me, Logan was directly above me. His dark brown eyes poured into me, a mixture of various emotions behind them. Relief. Astonishment. Desire. Longing. He was waiting for my return in his arms. And by the look on my face, I knew we shared the same desire. Logan’s lips were on mine before I could utter a single syllable. The weight of his body damn near suffocated me as he pulled me closer. Held me tighter. My legs hooked around his waist. Our nude pelvises grinding against one another. His cock gradually hardened from the action and I became even wetter than I already had.

“I’ve been waiting for you, M’lady,” Logan said, breaking the kiss. “I hope you’ll  have me.”

My chest glowed at his use of roleplay. “I will,” I said, running a hand in his hair. “But, you must promise to be gentle. Wade did a number on me.”

Logan growled at the last bit, but didn’t mention it. Instead, he gently lifted his lower half from mine and took his member in hand. Slowly, he sunk into my awaiting center— earning a moan from the both of us. There was more of him than Wade. He had been bigger in length, but also in girth. The more he inched in me, the more grateful I was for the switch. It would’ve taken a bit longer to adjust  to Logan’s size. Wade had not only stretched me something devious, but made me wet enough to take him easily. 

When successfully connected, Logan started to roll his hips against me. It wasn’t a thrust, but also wasn’t a grind. A happy medium between both. The position was simply tantalizing. With every motion, his pelvis ground against my clit, sending sparks up my spin. Within seconds, I was squirming beneath the hulking man. My nails digging his shoulders and my mouth moaning up a storm. His member was deep and practically digging within me. It was hitting all the right places— he was hitting all the right places. The sickening pace he had set had my legs shaking shortly after our union. My walls pulsed around him, possibly squeezing his haft mercilessly. I was getting wetter by the thrust, practically dripping for him. 

“I’m not going to last long, knight,” I panted, my head falling back on a pillow. 

“Keep squeezing me like this and neither will I,” he replied through gritted teeth. 

Our lips found each other once more. The kiss was sensual and seductive. My body started to lax the more we stayed tangled together. The need for me to grip Logan for stability was no longer. I was perfectly situated on the mattress and the hulky man didn’t complain. He continued to fuck me like the world was ending it that was our last night together. Logan wanted to relish in whatever moment we had together, knowing it could be fleeting. Knowing I could go back with Wade.

A subtle gnawing within my belly started to grow. The pleasure that was steadily growing had reached the rim. A throaty sigh spilled from my lips as I gripped the sheets. I turned my head to the side, unable to sustain the heat of his gaze. Unlike the last two approaches to climax, I couldn’t see through Violet’s eyes, nor feel her pleasure. The simple observation could mean a lot of things. The first being that she no longer wanted to share her sight with me; which was doubtful. Violet was an exhibitionist. She loved to be watched. The second being that she was not engaging in sexual activities. That was severely unlikely. Or the third, she was waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the big reveal. Something that rarely happened.

Like a cup under a faucet, pleasure pushed me over the edge. My body tensed slightly as I felt all the sound drift away from my ears. My eyes squeezed shut and my mouth hung open for a silent scream. My hips met Logan’s thrusts, further grinding my clit into his pelvis. My walls pulsed slowly; clenching his member in long intervals before releasing. My toes curled as my heels dug into the mattress. The breath I was holding came out in a rush as a wheezing sound came from my throat. My womanhood was oozing around Logan’s member, wetting us both, and making a mess beneath my ass. The words “keep going” fell from my lips at some point, but it didn’t register to my ears. 

To his credit, Logan didn’t stop. 

He kept his sensual pace, making the climax feel everlasting. 

It wasn’t until significantly later that I felt his thick cock violently twitch within me. His hips stopped their delectable grinding— moments before thick ropes of cum filled my walls once more. Opening my eyes, I caught the older man engulfed in bliss. Body trembling above mine as his fingers dug deep in the mattress. There was a sorta glow that took over his face, almost making him look ethereal. As his body slowly lost tension, his pinched expression began to relax and his eyes lazily opened. Before slapping open completely. Logan stared at me for a moment, before rearing back, slipping out of me and stumbling off the bed.

Horrified, I gathered the sheets around me and quickly covered my body. I sat up and peered over the bed. Logan’s mouth fell open as we locked eyes once more. He remained motionless on the ground, staring at me wildly. Eyes looking above my head, behind my and then back to my face. 

“What is the matter with you?” I hissed, becoming increasingly annoyed. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Your wings are showing, Honey,” Violet’s voice sounded from the doorway. “Along with your halo”.

I reached a hand behind my back and immediately felt soft feathers brush against my palm. “Fuck,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Fuck is right!” Wade exclaimed, pushing past Violet to enter the room. “You’re a fucking angel! Holy shit! Maybe, I shouldn’t have said that. My apologies.” Wade processed to cross himself before pressing his palms in a prayer position. 

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” Logan asked, scrambling to his feet. 

“Because everyone I sleep with has the same reaction,” I said, wrapping my sheet tighter against my body. “Unbridled shock and then a devotion to their ‘Lord and Savior’. And besides, I’m still getting used to this development.”

“Used to it?” Violet interjected, once again. “It’s been fifty years! You had more than enough time to get used to it!”

“Fifty years!?” Wade screamed. “How old are you?”

I groaned and shot Violet a nasty look. “125.”

The man looked between both Violet and I, before shooting a look at Logan. “Even with a literal angel in the room, you are still the oldest bastard here. Wow.”

I opened my mouth to ask the most obvious question ever, but Logan’s answer stopped me.

“I’m 167,” he replied in a bored expression.

“Wade is right. You really are an old bastard,” Violet said. As if a lightbulb erupted in her head, her eyes widened and then narrowed menacingly. “What wars did you fight in?”

“Violet!” I exclaimed. 

“You were too young for the Civil War,” she continued. “But, you must’ve fought in the World Wars. So, which side were you on? Matter of fact, where were you during the Civil Rights movement?”

I opened my mouth to object, but decided against it. 

I, too, wanted to know the answer. 

Even Wade was quiet for once. 

“What kind of question is that!” Logan shot to his feet. “Of course, I wouldn’t side with the oppressive regime of 1940s Germany or the segregation of non-white people. I cannot believe you would suggest I would do otherwise!”

“I don’t know,” Violet shrugged. “A lot of immortal men have questionable pasts.”

“She’s right, wolfy,” Wade piped up. “You’d be surprised how many people sided with the south back in the day.”

“And, how old are you, Wade?” I asked, changing the subject.

“45, as of today!” He chirped. “And honestly, this is the best birthday present I could’ve ever gotten! Fucking an angel and a succubus in one day? There is no better way to celebrate.”

“Wait,” Logan turned to me. “You weren’t born an angel. You became one, right? Half a century ago. How did that happen?”

“Well. . .” I looked over at Violet, who made a playful gesture of zipping her lip shut. “When our husband almost killed us, my mother made a bargain with her god to bring me back. In order to do that, he had to split my soul in half: the human side and the demon side. He couldn’t necessarily destroy the demon side, so he allowed it to remain. But, he granted me the status of angel to my human side to save my life.”

“Must be nice to be God’s favorite,” Wade grumbled. 

“You have no idea,” Violet and I said in unison. 

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a/n: before you fight me, just know that life has been lifng. I didn’t intend on being gone this long. I'll try to post more often. With that being said, Claggor fic coming soon.

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Color Guide for matching Festival Genes + Primal Eyes

Now i want to say this is not meant to be some definitive guide. These are just my attempts at matching colors as closely as i could find with what's available on the color wheel currently. Some of which were quite tricky to find a good match for (or is maybe not even the best use for the gene, looking at you Crystalline...). Will list the colors used for the scries above, but I'll also have some notes for some other similar matches or other color ideas. Overall, this was just a fun little project to work on as the genes released, and maybe some will find some use from it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Light: Sanddollar (Flaxen is a very close 2nd, if you want a very slight warmer color. Banana could also pass, but i find it a little too dark compared to the eyes)

Lightning: Robin (This one's tricky since the color IS the lightning rather than the outline, but Robin is bright enough to give the illusion of being white with a matching blue outline. Aqua is a close 2nd, but again is a little to dark in comparison)

Fire: Sunshine (Saffron if you want darker, more orange fire. Marigold if you want a lighter, more yellow fire. Sunshine is the middle ground of these two. All 3 of these match very closely, so up to your personal preference here)

Arcane: Bubblegum (Matching to the little runes. If you want to match to the eyes themselves, Orchid is the closest match without being too dark in color)

Plague: Vermilion (Berry if you want something less egregiously bright. But i do think Vermilion is technically a closer color match, tho both are very close. If you want a color flipped match, Chartreuse matches the colors pretty well, or Crocodile is you want a similar pallet but less bright (and also has a slight bit more red to it's accents). Bonus color: while it doesn't really match the eyes, Red has a very good Plague-y vibe, if you're a fan of the red+green aesthetic)

Earth: Pumpkin (This one has been the most difficult one to match with all the colors going on with both the eyes and genes. But it leads to a bunch of potential options that just kinda almost match. Ultimately tho there's not really a perfect match for these, just go by your own preference. Ginger matches close for a solid color match. For multi-toned picks, some other good options are Caramel, Peach, Ivory, Seafoam, and Cream. Sadly there's not really any colors that adds more pink secondary tones. (also as an added bonus for these: if you want to match with the geode currency used for the festival: teal, ultramarine, and splash are some good picks)

Ice: Eggplant (Indigo if you want just a very slight more saturation, but ultimately the two are nearly indistinguishable from each other. if you want some really dark blue ice in the same hue, Sapphire works well. If you want a lighter ice color: Sky, Periwinkle, Twilight, and Storm are the closest without going just full on white)

Shadow: Grape (Royal or Violet for a more subdued color, tho i find them a little too bright. The strong highlights on this gene make it tricky to match perfectly, especially when we don't have many darker purples as is. But at the same time, you really can't go too wrong with most of the purple range with this gene, it's just a matter of preference)

Wind: Peridot (Not much to say about this one. This color is incredibly spot on. I guess, if you want something a little darker, Pear matches the darker tips of the eyes)

Water: Cornflower (The whole Lapis-to-Sky range works here, for varying degrees of saturation and brightness, but i think overall Cornflower has the best balance out of all of them? (it looks the closest on adult dragons at least). Idk, this one's really tricky too xP And i am once again painfully reminded that we don't really have any good super vibrant colors in the sky blue range T___T All the closest colors are either too green or too faded. Also as a bonus option: If you want a foamy look, Ice and Pistachio work really well for this)

Nature: Orca (I initially thought Peridot would win this one, but then Orca came out of nowhere. Peridot's still another good option tho, the flowers are just a little more on the green side than the ones on the eyes (but they do match with the actual 'eye' part of the eyes). Also for a bonus color, Pearl also looks really nice paired with nature eyes, even tho it does have a lot of purple in the vines. the leaves and flowers still match really well. And as far as i can find, there's not really a good way to match the vines to the vines of the eyes, since that parts seems to stick to darker colors and browns)

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Hi,hi😘🤗😄

Demon! König X Nun!Reader

First of all I honestly want to tell you that I really like your posts and the way you write your fanfics, every day the first thing I do after waking up is usually go to Tumblr, to check if you have posted anything.

Tôi thấy bạn đã từng viết về các linh mục! Konig X Nun! người đọc, sau đó tôi muốn khác biệt

The reader was awakened in the middle of the night by a strange noise outside the church, encountered a stranger drenched in the rain, because of her kindness and naivety, she gave the stranger shelter from the rain overnight and was raped.

Tôi sẽ vui cả ngày nếu bạn trả lời tôi về yêu cầu này, yêu bạn 😘😍🤩❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much🥰 It always means to much when I get such sweet messages😭🩷 And yes!!

Demon!König x Nun!Reader (fem)

🚫MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING🚫

As always, please skip if you cannot handle or do not enjoy graphic topics! Your mental health matters! I hope you all have a great day💗

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Master List✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, non-con, p in v, virginity loss, religious themes

1.7k word count

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War has torn apart the village you live in, leaving only the solace of the Lord to get you through these dark and depressing times. You’re fast asleep in your bedroom within the church walls when a loud crashing sound wakes you up. Quickly, you stand, putting a scarf over your hair, then grab your purple robe and wrap it around your body. You pick up your flashlight as you walk through the dark church to inspect the noise.

You open up the front doors of the church and look around, shining the flashlight into the darkness as heavy rainfalls in front of you. Not exactly wanting to get wet, you decide to chalk the sound up to thunder. That’s when your eyes focus on the outline of a large individual. You shine your light on him to see it’s a man shivering from the icy rain. Instantly, you feel a strange feeling about this man. Where did he come from? You shake that feeling away, deciding to do what God would want you to do.

“Sir? Are you alright?” You call out to him.

König lifts his head as blonde hair falls over his face, his eyes roaming down your form hidden by your robe. Your voice sounds so sweet, almost as sweet as he’s sure you’ll taste. A little nun is left all alone when most villagers have gone off to war or died.

“Ja, I’m just lost.” He lies so effortlessly. “I lost contact with my family and I don’t know where I am.”

You look at him up and down. The man is massive and his Austrian accent is thick. With a quick glance around, you decide the holy thing to do is to let him inside, at least for the night. He could get sick in the rain and pass. That’s not something you could live with.

“Please, come inside for the night. I have a cot you could sleep on. Let yourself rest up as the rain passes.”

“Danke.”

König approaches the steps of the church, his tall stature towering over you as passes you to step inside the dark church. He looks around as you close the doors again, locking them once more. As you approach him again with the flashlight in hand, he gets to see your features up close, noting how delicate you look.

“I’m König.” He holds his hands out to shake yours.

“Sister y/n.” You place your much smaller dainty hand in his, his skin feeling warm to the touch.

His pale blue eyes linger on yours, seemingly reflecting in the darkness. The sight causes your heart to skip a beat, but you convince yourself it was a flash of lightning. König can smell your fear, your innocence. Such a tiny little thing, he will have fun ruining you.

“I have a cot and extra blankets that you can use for tonight. The priest might have left behind something you can fit into so you can let your uniform dry.”

“Thank you, Sister.”

As you walk forward into the back of the church, König follows closely behind; his eyes traveling up and down your body. You open up a door on the left, a closet where everything was kept. König lingers by the door as you bend over to grab blankets from the basket and then grab a cot.

“Let me, Sister.” König reaches out, grabbing the items from your arms.

“Thank you.” His kind gestures relax you and make you feel better about your decision to help him. “You can set up in the church and I’ll go to the old priest’s room to look for clothing.”

König nods, stepping back to allow you room to walk past. His eyes follow what direction you go in, lingering in his spot for a few seconds before dropping everything and following you. With quiet and careful steps, he follows you up a short staircase to the bedroom. The old wooden door creaks open. The room has a lantern lit showing a large cross with bloody Jesus hanging over the queen size bed.

You turn quickly to see König stepping inside, this time that deep sinking feeling isn’t as easy to shake away. He gets uncomfortably close, invading your personal space. One of his hands comes up and caresses the side of your face, slowly moving up to push your veil off and exposing your hair underneath. A light gasp leaves your lips as you turn to grab it, only to be stopped by his hand grabbing your arm.

“Please, let me go.” You whimper with fear in your voice.

“Sister y/n, so young and trusting. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to trust strange men?” He smiles, revealing his sharp teeth.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” His grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls you to him. “I’m going to make you feel amazing, Sister.”

König grabs a fistful of hair in his hand, pulling your head back. With his other hand he pulls at the ties of your robe, pulling the garment from your body to expose the thin white nightgown you have on below. His hands grope you, grabbing at your breasts through the fabric while you try your hardest to fight back against him. It was no use; he is so much stronger than you.

With little effort he drags your body to the bed, slamming you down on it. The breath gets knocked out of you as your eyes go wide looking at him. His once blue eyes, now pitch black as he smiles down at you with a wicked grin.

“Wh—what are you?”

“An angel.” He says mockingly as he laughs at your fear.

König leans down and licks your face, causing you to try and turn away in disgust. He bites your jaw, both of his hands bringing your wrist together above your head. In one hand he holds your wrist, pining you to the bed right where he wants you. His other hand slips beneath the hem of your gown and caresses your inner thigh.

With all of your might you try to close your legs and stop his hand from gliding up further. It’s no use, his fingers hook the fabric of your white cotton panties and pull them off of your body. His fingers squeeze your mound before slipping his fingers between your slit.

“Please stop! You can’t do this!”

“I can and I am.” He presses his lips against yours in a painful kiss as his hand rubs back and forth on your sensitive clit.

Your both writhes underneath his body as he touches you. Shameful moans leave you and are muffled into his mouth. His tongue swirls around yours before biting down painfully on your bottom lip. You cry out as the taste of cooper fills your mouth.

“Stand up, get undressed.”

König moves off of you and begins to pull off his black shirt and undo his pants. You stand, trembling as you take your nightgown off. As you stand naked in front of him, you begin to pray. He laughs loudly listening to your prayers. He grabs your hair harshly and drags you to the end of the bed, pushing you down.

The only think you see when you look up is Jesus Christ on the cross, looking down at you as he pulls your hair. You don’t stop praying as König slaps his cock on your ass. He presses himself against your asshole before dropping down to the entrance of your virgin pussy. As you pray to send the demon König away, his hips buck forward slipping his cock into your tight cunt.

“Oh, you feel so heavenly Sister.” König’s voice a low growl as he thrust his hips into you.

Streaks of blood left behind from his fat cock tearing your hymen. Your face scrunches in a shameful mix of pleasure and pain. His cock bullies its way deeply inside of you, making sure he completely fills you.

“Please God, save me—”

“Ja, beg your God to save you, Taube.” His hips slam harder into you, your pussy fluttering as you try to adjust to him. Your prayers don’t stop. As if truly thinking you matter. “Your god doesn’t care about you. You’re all alone. Here. With me. I’m your god now.”

“No!” Your fingers grab at the bedsheets and squeeze as you feel how wet you’re getting, your body betraying you and enjoying every painful thrust.

König pulls his cock out and yanks you back by your hair roughly. “Open.” You do as he asks, fear in your eyes as you look up at him. He slips his cock into your mouth, moving his body over yours so that you’re leaning back between his legs. His hips begin to thrust into your mouth, shoving himself down your throat.

You gag; your hands hit his ass trying to stop but it only encourages him more. Tears pour down your face as spit begins to bubble at the edges of your mouth and fall down your face. Your body tenses as you try to not vomit. The salty taste of his precum of coppery taste of your cunts blood mix and add to the unpleasant sensation.

He pulls back, slapping his slobbery cock on your face as your gasp for air. “Pray to me, pray I fuck you.”

As you’re gasping for air, you feel broken down. A demon entered the hold grounds and is breaking your vow to the lord. God nowhere to be found as you plea for his salvation. With trembling lips, you pray.

“Dear König, please fuck me. Please fuck my pussy.” Tears roll down your cheeks as you gaze up with puffy lips.

“Perfect Sister. Perfect.” He pushes you back onto the cold wooden floor as he crawls on top of you, shoving his cock back inside of you.

After that night, your faith in God has never been the same. There is no feeling of the Holy Spirit around you, only the empty and cold walls of an old building. The demon named König visits you in your dreams to torment you. You often spend your days staring blankly into space, waiting for König to come back and claim you again.

[somnambulic-thing]

Not this time.

1.5k | Eddie Munson x Reader

CW: meta fic, saving Eddie, descriptions of S4 finale, Angst, happy ending (woop) a/n: I just wrote this in the past two hours or so after half-way watching the finale. Not proofread. Probably wonky af. Enjoy. x)

It’s late.

That kind of late that feels like a threat; tomorrow is close and with it, all of its to-dos and to-endures. You don’t want to let go of today yet, each minute you refuse sleep to drape over you like a blanket feels like a victory. You are making time, creating a space in which you can just be.

Face smushed to a pillow, arm shoved weirdly under your ribcage with the guarantee that the fabric of your shirt will leave an imprint in the soft skin of your wrist and forearm, you gaze at the screen that tints your little sofa island in the dim blue-green flicker of a late night TV-limbo.

You’re so tired.

Vecna hovers motionless in the meta-air of Max’s mind, and he’s… confused. It always makes you chuckle: the what the fuck?-look on his face, the shallow breathing… It marks the end of chuckle-territory of the season.

Beyond this point lie only tears and soggy tissues. You sigh, contemplating again to turn it off and crawl your way to bed. If you went to bed now, sleep would just open up like a black hole and swallow you willingly, but then the day would be over and for some reason that feels like defeat. Like a fucking punishment…

El sneaks behind Vecna, slowly turns him around to face her for the first time since the Massacre at Hawkins Lab and you feel the window of self-agency close… one hour isn’t that much… you might as well… you have seen the finale at least half a dozen times by now… it surely won’t fuck you up this bad… a few tears would help with the dryness of your eyes…

“Youuu,” Vecna [growls] with a face like a displeased mangrove forest floor and Eleven seems… kinda bored by the guy. Until…

“Hi,” she breathes, takes a beat and throws him across the meta-room of Max’s mind.

[music intensifies]

[Vecna grunts] and crashes through the interior.

Your throat feels a little tight and it would be silly to deny that it’s the next scene that’s gotten stuck there before it even started.

A boy on a bike.

[swarm shrieking]

“Come get me, you sons of bitcheeeees.”

Groaning, you put a hand over your eyes. “Dude…” you whisper and it sounds too thin already and it’s still about thirty minutes until he... until he d—… fuck that, man. “Can you, maybe… not… this time?”

Dustin’s frenzy only makes it worse, amplifies the swelling sense of dread in your chest. They are friends… brothers, really, as far as you’re concerned and…

Dustin [strains]

[swarm chittering]

[Eddie grunts]

You should turn it off… and then the bats take him down.

You can’t leave him now.

Not when Dustin is still so far away, limping and in pain and terror and… maybe.

Maybe, you think, maybe this time can be different.

And you don’t ask yourself if the severity of that thought is a little much. And you don’t wonder if the sting in your forehead, the wooshing in your ears, the thumping in your chest… if that’s too much, if you’re not, by any chance, overreacting.

Because, yes, it’s Eddie. Who's not real. But...

It’s Eddie, it’s Eddie, it’s Eddie, it’s Eddie.

It’s your Eddie. Who’s not real. Who’s everything. And about to die.

You should turn it off, youuu should really… just…

Eddie stops.

[introspective music playing]

“No,” you gulp and sit up, rubbing a tingling shoulder, scooting to the edge of the sofa. “No, Eddie, run. Run you silly asshole!”

You must have sat up too fast, your head is full of cotton wool and razor blades… your mouth feels dry and the tingling in your shoulders seems to spread instead of fading and—

[determined, resolute music playing] as he turns around, slowly, slowly… behind him, red lightning crashes through the sky.

You can’t breathe. “Hnn'o…” you wheeze as Eddie lifts his makeshift weapons and again, red skitters across a doomed firmament, accenting the swarm of death he’s facing now, multiplying its meance with a cruel finality and—

— red crackles along your living room wall.

You shriek back into the sofa, nails dug into the cushions so hard they sting. Staring wide eyed at the wallpaper, you’re exhaustion is gone, replaced by a thundercloud that’s raging in your chest, that pounds against your sternum, that threatens to squeeze through the spaces between your ribs and… there’s nothing on your wall… there is nothing there, absolutely noth—

Your eyes wander back to the screen, to Eddie shifting his stance, taking his last stand…

“NO!”

The world splits in two.

A malestrom of noise and light and pain, oh, the pain, it’s red and hot and rumbles like thunder. It blinds you, mind and vision; makes your limbs heavy and slow and oh, the stench, what is that stench?

Hot plastic, battery acid, singed hair and as you open your eyes again, smoke makes them sting like a year worth of delayed sleep. Your lungs burn with it.

Your screen is… gone…

In its stead is nothing. Is blackness. Your mind winds itself around the scene over and over, spinning a thousand scenarios in one single moment and all you are certain of is that you’re not dreaming.

So you might be losing your mind.

The smoke is thinning, thinning and the storm in your chest lifts you up, your feet carry you before your mind can decide where to and it is now that you can hear it. The thunder. The shrieking of the bats… sounds your loudspeakers could never produce, sounds that come from somewhere else…

 There is a tear, parting the air— the space right in front of you, its edges made of red, sizzling light that vibrates in your bones so hard you fear your teeth will come loose.

Eddie is looking at you. Staring right at you.

Eyes so wide you can see that his mind behind them has gone blank, shocked into stupor by one too many impossibilities.

So you do the only thing there is to do.

You lunge.

One foot in the Upside Down, one on your living room rug, you reach out and the world behind the tear feels like dipped into slow motion. It’s peculiar at first, then starts to sizzle, starts to pull on each of your halves like both worlds are trying to claim you and pull you in. You watch your fingertips move towards Eddie with a glacial pace, watch the life come back into his eyes with a blink that reminds you of someone slowly falling asleep during a movie late at night and you feel like the worlds are about to tear you apart when he moves—

[bats shrieking manically, distorted]

— and reaches out for you. Reaches. Reaches. Reaches…

When Eddie’s finger touch yours, you know you’re not going insane.

And suddenly, time speeds up again.

It makes you dizzy, makes you feel like falling through the crack between worlds and tumbling into darkness, so you close your eyes and—

“Shit shit shit shit—“ Eddie chants.

— and pull as hard as you can. And then you do, indeed, tumble.

Darkness…

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“Hey.”

Your face feels hot. Like it’s about to burst into flames.

“Heeey, wake up… come on, hey…”

Something cool touches your cheeks, cradles them… then pats them quickly. Papp papp papp.

“Motherf…” you groan and cough. You feel like you’re getting a migraine.

“Oh, thank god…” A sharp, deep breath. “Can you look at me?”

You could… you could open your eyes, but that voice might only exist here in the darkness of your unconscious mind. In the land of dreams.

“Fuck, your nose is bleeding…”

It wouldn’t be the first time that you had fallen asleep on your sofa watching Stranger Things, weaving Eddie into your dreams.

Papp papp papp. “Hey, don’t go out on me again…” Papp papp.

“Ouch, dude… the hell…” You open your left eye slowly. Just a little. Just enough to confirm that this was the most vivid dream you ever had and… you’re not on your sofa, but on the ground and you’re not alone.

“Hi,” he smiles. He’s dirty and beat up and panic is still lingering behind his eyes but he smiles.

So you do too. “H-hi,” you say, voice shaky and thin.

Eddie shuffles above you, “Can you sit up?”, reaches out for your hands when you nod, before you stop to think if you can. Your head still stings, more so with the movement, but you notice that the pressure inside your chest is gone. You quickly look past Eddie, to where your screen had been just minutes ago and find nothing but a charred, molten heap of plastic. But the world is whole again. No red. No bats.

“Holy shit,” you mutter and squeeze Eddie’s hands.

He squeezes back. Holding on to you. Staring at you. You stare back.

“Uh,” he finally says, “I’m… I’m Eddie.”

You nod. “I saved you.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, you did,” he laughs, hoarse and slightly wet. “You totally did.” 

[kezzamjam]

Mane Six Redesign! 🌟 + Finalized Cutie Mark Redesigns!

these ponies are the only things keeping me sane during this insane time guys! hope they can help u too if you’re having a tough time^^

Some notes about their designs below if you’re interested! :D

Finally redesigned their cutiemarks! I wanted them to be as intricate as their cutie mark story! I tried to make them match my style as well, cause the originals didn’t really fit too well in my interpretations. these will probably be the ones i use from now on!

Twilight of course has her iconic blunt cut, I think the ponytail suits her straight to the point, sarcastic but loving and fun personality in the first season! her hair will slowly start to loosen into a low tied back ponytail as she learns the magic of friendship :’) if you saw my Older Mane Six Redesigns you can see what I mean! She also has birthmarks around her chest and horn! While marks are seen in Pegasi usually, they are seen in Unicorns in rare cases. When she becomes an Alicorn, creatures mistakenly think she was born a Pegasus.

I feel like Applejack, in her traditional country girl style would have a longer mane than originally! I gave her Pear Butter’s hair texture, and though she doesn’t really know how to maintain it, she keeps it long in honor of her mother. But! she does keep it braided to keep it out of the way. Vitiligo bc I think it would be common among Earth Ponies, supposedly mirroring the way sun dances on the soil.It also is what causes her freckles! Also, I made her hair similar to the shape of a bitten apple! I think it rly suits her as the CORE (pun intended) apple! :p

Fluttershy!! Shorter mane/tied up bc the animals always try to claw and tangle themselves in it. Her silhouette is meant to juxtapose Dash’s, despite their similar design choices! (ie similar length manes, tails, both pegasus ofc) this is to really emphasize the fact that Pegasi come in so many varieties! When people say she should have just been an Earth Pony makes me so sad, bc that’s the whole point! She isn’t your typical pegasus but we love her for it! Multiple pink shades in her mane to mirror Celestia, as many ponies later point out her likeness to her— I also think it’s an interesting point of what exactly is the beauty standard in Equestria! Fluttershy has often been remarked as very beautiful, and I’d like to think her similarity to the Princess is part of that. She also has hoof marks on her! All pegasi do and in rare cases, they relate directly to their future cutie mark!

RARITY MY DIVA !!!! Ofc had to give her the most luxurious mane of all. She has a curly hair type, and is arguably the only one of the Mane Six who knows how to properly care for her hair type 😭 don’t worry! she teaches her friends and it’s wonderful (i wonder who i mentioned earlier that rly needs her help…. 💎🍎…..) I wanted her to invoke the feeling of the original myths of unicorns, with their lankiness and long, flowing white coats. She was actually my first redesign all the way back in august, and the only one i haven’t changed! I love her more than anything.

Pinkie Pie was lowk the hardest for me because of her monotonous color palette 😭 but I didn’t want to change it bc she is simply!!! iconic!!!! I enjoy the designs of the original mane six and just wanted to alter elements of the designs rather then entirely recreate the characters from the ground up. She has very tight coily hair (my poc queen 🤞🤞) and decorates it with her favorite confetti! and sometimes frosting >< Gave her highlights to better see the shapes in her mane. And ofc gave her more blue accents! I think it’s so understated that she has two iconic colors in her palette and no one takes about it

And finally, Rainbow Dash! Dashie was so much fun bc I had such a clear vision for her. I wanted that sweet lightning bolt motif, both cause I think she would have a cut specifically for dazzling up her flying skills, but also to mirror AJ’s hair motifs! (for u appledashies out the ;3) and also because they’re always head to head, but rly they go hoof in hoof together and compliment their softer friends so well. Dash’s scars on her wings are from her first sonic rainboom! She was very lucky to have it heal stinger than before, and was the only filly to ever do so. Her Pegasi hoof marks are actually very plain, which is why she tattooed over them! she had them done is the same style of her cutie mark, and actually got one of her hoof wings tattooed white too. Speaking of her cutie mark, I wanted it to feel like the sonic rainboom really left an impression on her physically, dancing on her coat, forever with her :) it also, to dash’s enjoyment, is rad as heck!!

thank u for reading if u made it this far, and I can’t wait to draw these designs some more!!! x3

[celebtf]

THE NEW CAPTAIN

The battle for New York was chaos. Smoke and fire filled the streets as Hydra forces waged their assault against the city. The Avengers fought back fiercely—Iron Man blasting enemy aircraft from the sky, Thor calling down lightning to shatter Hydra tanks, and Black Widow weaving through the battlefield, taking down Hydra agents with precision.

At the center of it all stood Captain America, shield raised, leading the charge.

But amidst the battle, Red Skull had other plans.

A missile streaked through the air and crashed into a nearby house, igniting an explosion that sent thick clouds of smoke rolling through the battlefield. Vision was lost in the haze.

That was when it happened.

Steve Rogers barely had time to react before he felt the sudden, blinding pain at the back of his head.

His world went black.

When Steve woke up, he was bound to a steel chair in a dimly lit room. His arms were tied down, his shield nowhere in sight.

A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the room.

“Ah, Captain,” came the thick German accent. “I was beginning to think you’d never wake up.”

Steve’s eyes adjusted to the darkness. Standing before him, illuminated by the flickering light, was Johann Schmidt—Red Skull.

“What do you want, Skull?” Steve growled, pulling at his restraints.

A sharp, amused chuckle escaped Red Skull’s lips. “What do I want? No, Captain.” He leaned in, his grotesque red face inches from Steve’s. “What I have already won.”

At his signal, the steel door creaked open. A Hydra soldier stepped in, holding a strange, futuristic-looking gun.

Steve tensed. But something was wrong.

The gun wasn’t aimed at him.

It was aimed at Red Skull.

His mind raced. What the hell was happening?

The Hydra soldier pulled the trigger.

A pulse of crackling blue energy erupted from the weapon, striking Red Skull square in the chest. For a split second, Steve thought the blast had killed him.

Then, he saw the change.

Red Skull’s body stiffened as if electrified. His grotesque, scarlet skin began to shift, rippling like liquid.

And then, it peeled away.

First, his sharp cheekbones softened, rounding into a more familiar shape. The deep crevices in his face smoothed out, the monstrous contours of his skull reshaping, reforming. His muscles bulged, stretching and reshaping beneath his Hydra uniform.

His bald head sprouted hair—golden-blond strands, identical to Steve’s own.

Steve’s stomach twisted in horror.

“No…” he whispered.

Red Skull let out a deep, guttural groan as his transformation finalized. His grotesque red features had been replaced with Steve Rogers’ own face.

It wasn’t just a disguise. It was perfect.

Red Skull slowly raised his hands, admiring them. He flexed his fingers, testing his new, stolen body. A wicked grin spread across his now-familiar lips.

He laughed—a deep, Steve Rogers laugh.

Steve struggled against his restraints, panic setting in. “What did you do?!”

Red Skull turned to him, his expression morphing into a mocking mirror image of Steve’s own determined glare.

“Oh, Captain, don’t tell me you don’t recognize yourself?”

He ran a hand through his new blond hair, enjoying the sensation. “Ah, soft… and golden. "

Steve clenched his jaw. “You won’t get away with this.”

Red Skull threw his head back and laughed.

“Oh, but I already have.”

He turned to a nearby table, where a neatly folded Captain America suit rested. With deliberate slowness, he began to change.

First, he peeled off his Hydra uniform, discarding his black gloves like they were beneath him. He slipped on the iconic blue suit, fastening the star-emblazoned chest plate as if it belonged to him.

Then, the boots. The belt. Every detail, perfectly replicated.

Finally, he reached for the shield.

Steve’s shield.

Red Skull gripped it in his hand, testing its weight before slinging it onto his back. He turned to Steve, now completely transformed, and struck a heroic pose.

He mused, adjusting his gloves. “How does it feel to be the imposter for once?”

Steve glared at him, his heart pounding.

“The Avengers will see through you.”

Red Skull smirked.

“Oh, will they?” He leaned in close, his voice a mocking whisper. “Do you think your dear Natasha will notice? Will Stark? Will that fool Thor?” He tilted his head. “Or will they welcome me, their fearless leader, with open arms?”

Steve’s throat tightened.

Red Skull took a step back and gave an exaggerated salute—one Steve himself had done countless times.

“Goodbye, Captain.”

Then, without another word, he turned and strode out the door, leaving Steve alone, bound, and helpless.

The Avengers would never see it coming.

And by the time they did…

It would be too late.

[azrielsdove]

Love and Loss: Ch.9

Warnings: Violence, Angst

Ch.8 Here | Ch.10 Here

***

“Rhysand!” Azriel bellowed into the night, wind and rain lashing his face. He didn’t even feel the cold seeping through his wings, mind entirely focused on finding the pathetic excuse of a male. His shadows were searching wildly, waiting for any signal that the High Lord was near.

A flash of lightning illuminated the sky, showing the winged figure flying quickly away. Azriel growled, darting towards it. All rational thought had been ripped from his brain as he flew through the heavy storm, dark anger clouding his vision. He didn’t think twice before sending his shadows out and wrapping them tightly around the other males wings.

Rhysand gave a shout of pain as he tumbled a short distance before breaking free of the shadows. “You don’t want to go against me, Azriel! I won’t go easy on you this time.” His sneering words only fueled Azriel’s rage, the memory of their fight five hundred years ago pushing him along.

He wouldn’t let Rhysand sweet talk his way out of this one.

“You’re disgusting, Rhysand! What sick game do you play as your mate hides away from you? You think she will truly love you, seeing what you are?” Azriel hovered feet from his brother, watching the violet of his eyes blaze.

“You will never understand the bond Feyre and I have. I can offer her the world, and I intend to do so. Where is your mate, Brother?” A wicked smile crossed his face.

“Oh, that’s right! I married her.”

Azriel didn’t hear the yell that ripped from him as he shot towards Rhysand, hands wrapping around the High Lords throat. Those violet eyes flared before a rush of darkness pulled Azriel away, locking his wings to keep him from flying. He was plummeting to the ground, the rain like knives against his skin. He broke free from Rhysands power with a great roar, rocketing back up to where he hovered.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” He yelled, a blue light of power hurtling through his brother’s wing. Rhysand gave a great cry and fell toward the woods below, his remaining wing flapping wildly. He winnowed at the last second, landing easily a few feet down. Azriel landed next to him, hands curled into fists.

Rhysand managed a laugh, looking over the Shadowsinger. “You truly think I didn’t realize? That I didn’t know the second you came to me, begging I leave her alone? I saw it then, even if you didn’t.” He flared his injured wing out, wincing even as his fae healing was already working through it. Azriel’s mind was reeling, processing the words Rhysand had said.

He shook his head. “No. I’m done with your games Rhysand. Nothing you say is credible.” Rhysand smirked again, the never-ending arrogance rolling off him.

“I enjoying pleasing her in front of you, watching how jealous you would get. Do you enjoy the sound of her moans? Her cries?” He took a step closer, pure evil on his face. “Too bad she will never forget the way I touched her. How can you compare to the High Lord?”

Red flooded Azriel’s gaze and he was on top of his brother in a second. Rhysand was taken aback by the speed at which he moved, his shock allowing Azriel to pin him underneath his body as the Shadowsinger began punching his face in. “You. Are. Nothing. To. Her.” Each word was accented by his fists meeting the handsome face of the High Lord, rain and blood mixing together.

Azriel didn’t care if he killed him.

Rhysand was trying to use his power against Azriel, but the sheer force of his incessant pummeling was rendering the male unable to focus. Rhysand had the fleeting thought that he may die like this, at the hands of his own brother. Perhaps he deserved that.

A shout came from somewhere else and Azriel was ripped off of Rhysand, a voice that sounded a million miles away yelling at him. He was thrown to the ground as a blurry figure tended to Rhysand, seeing how bad his wounds are. Azriel wasn’t aware of the tears streaking down his face, drawing paths in the blood that had splattered from his brother. He didn’t feel the burning pain where his hands had split open to the bone, the force of his attack on Rhysand so extreme.

He sat there in the rain as Rhysand was carted away and the figure approached him. The far-away voice was calling his name, shaking him to get his attention. Even if he wanted to respond, he couldn’t. So there he sat, red staining his skin and rain soaking him to the bone.

“Oh, that’s right! I married her,” playing in his mind, over and over.

***

READER POV

You sat by the window, watching the sky outside. You felt that maybe the gods had chosen the sudden storm to match your emotions, tears running down your face in time with the rain. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? You knew better than to trust Rhysand’s words, you knew you never should’ve believed he might change. He was cold and cruel, and that was that. You felt like a fool for allowing hope to enter your mind.

And Azriel…your chest tightened as you thought about him. Something about him felt so right, so different from Rhysand. He had been the one you could wholly trust, until tonight. Your heart ached at his betrayal. How could he allow you to enter a marriage that he knew was wrong? The small voice in the back of your mind reminded you of Rhysands manipulation tactics, how good he was at getting you to do his bidding. You were certain he pulled the same to Azriel.

It didn’t matter, you told yourself. Azriel had been a part of this lie, the last five centuries all a lie. You were humiliated, hurt, and terribly sad. Rhysand had been your everything for so long. You were chalking up his behavior to what happened Under the Mountain, to his mating bond with Feyre. You didn’t think it would come out that he was always like this.

Your heart broke for your younger self, the innocent girl who was in love with her High Lord. Your heart broke for yourself now, for the love you thought you would find in Azriel. Only to be broken by finding out his part in the lie of your life.

Loud, incessant knocking broke you out of your thoughts. You ran to the door and opened it, assuming you would find Azriel. Instead Cassian stood in front of you, blood covering his hands. “You need to come with me. It’s Az.” Your tears dried instantly as you followed him out of the house. The blood…what had happened?

Cass lead you to where Azriel sat on his knees in the rain. You gasped at the bones showing through the skin on his hands, the blood covering his body. “He won’t move. I can’t get through to him. It’s like he’s disappeared inside himself. I found him out here, with Rhysand.” You looked sharply to Cassian, wondering what the High Lord had done this time. Cass shook his head.

“Azriel was on top of him, beating him to death. If I had arrived a few minutes later I don’t think Rhysand would have made it. I don’t know what happened, but you need to try to get him to talk. I know Rhys has been awful, but he can’t murder the High Lord.” You shuddered to think of the repercussions of that. As much as Rhysand probably deserved a good beating, his death would cause problems through all of Prythian. Likely, it would cause Azriel’s own death as well.

The thought made you sick.

You cautiously walked over to Azriel, kneeling in the wet grass in front of him. A chill ran through your body as you took in his destroyed hands, the mix of his and Rhysands blood on his body. “Az?” He didn’t respond. You moved to be in his line of sight, trying to get him to focus on you. You shoved down the feeling to jump at his empty eyes, instead pulling his damaged hands into yours. “What happened, my love?” Your voice was a whisper, a plea to the gods to help him.

You turned back to Cassian. “Bring me the healing kit from the cabin. I’ll try to stop his bleeding, see if that can help him.” You hope he didn’t notice the slight shake in your words. Your attention went back to Azriel while you waited for the supplies to fix his hands. “I know you’re in there, Az. Please, look at me.”

Silence.

Cassian was back, handing you the kit you had requested. You pulled out a needle and thread, the action too similar to just a few hours ago with Rhysand. How had everything gone so wrong in such a short amount of time?

You used the wet skirts of your gown to wipe the blood away the best you could before carefully stitching him up. “You did not cause the downfall of my marriage,” you began, needing to fill the horrible quiet. “I understand his manipulations all too well. As hurt as I am that you knew he was lying, I know how easy it is to be trapped in his games.”

You moved to the next hand. “In it all, I was always drawn to you. You were my closest friend, the breath of fresh air I needed. I wonder now if I was drawn to you for another reason. If my heart somehow knew I had chosen wrong, that you were the one for me.” A sad laugh escaped you. “How pathetic, isn’t it? You were there all along, and I didn’t see you.”

You finished the second hand, pulling bandages out to wrap over the stitches. “You’ve always been there for me, Az. My protector. And I was allowing my husband to torture you for 500 years.” You shook your head. “I should’ve seen it sooner.” You held his now-bandaged hands in your own, looking up at him.

You nearly jumped out of your skin to see him looking back.

“What i’m trying to say, Az, is I love you. I love you deeper than I ever thought possible. When i’m around you I feel complete, like part of my soul is home. It’s always been you, hasn’t it?” You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, hoping he was feeling the same.

He stared at you.

Your confidence faltered. “Please, say something. Anything.” You would rather he reject you than continue being this shell of a person. You needed to see that he was going to be okay.

You felt sick when he pulled his hands from yours, still not saying anything. You ducked your head, hot tears sliding down your face. Was it too much all at once? Maybe you shouldn’t have thrown that at him, when he was clearly in no state to receive it. You moved to stand, embarrassed by what had happened.

Hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you forcefully down to the Shadowsinger. You gasped in surprise, looking up at him. He dipped his head down to yours, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. He kissed you like it was the last thing he would do, the only thing he could do. You fisted your hands into his soaking shirt, welcoming the taste and feel of him. He pulled away once you were both gasping for air, resting his forehead on yours.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you,” he whispered, hazel eyes shining. “I never should have allowed him to even look at you.” The words came out in a growl, and you couldn’t deny the heat that flickered in you at his tone.

“It’s not your fault,” you soothed, raising a hand to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering closed.

“It is. I could’ve stop it. Should’ve stopped him.”He moved his head, pressing a soft kiss to your hand. “I knew you were made for me.”

You ignored the skip in your heartbeat at his words, at the implication they held. Now was not the time to delve into that. “Come home with me, Azriel. Away from this place.” He nodded, eyes still closed at your touch. You wrapped your arms around him and began winnowing the two of you away to Velaris.

***

Rhysand healed perfectly fine. He went to Feyre the next day, and their mating bond was sealed. Of course, no one told you this. You knew when you woke up in pain, a searing burn traveling down your arm. You had raised it in fright, certain you had caught fire.

Instead, you watched as the marriage tattoo disappeared from your skin.

He had released you.

It didn’t bring you the joy you thought it would. Not when Azriel was still half of himself, a ghost in the dark. His shadows interacted with you more than he did. You brought him food and drink, all of which he left untouched.

Cassian returned once the business at the camp was over, concerned for his brother as well. “I’d never seen him in such an uncontrollable rage before,” he said, drinking the coffee you had made. “He was someone else in that moment.”

You sipped from your own mug, thinking over everything that had happened. “Azriel knew. That Rhys was only using me. I imagine 500 years of anger can turn a person irrational.” Cassian murmured his agreement, the two of you standing in silence.

You sighed, turning to the stove and setting your mug down. “Will you take this to him?” You asked Cass, handing him two bowls of soup you had just finished. “He won’t take anything from me. I think he’s too ashamed. Maybe he will eat with you?”

He took the warm bowls, nodding. “I’ll try.”

You gave him a grateful smile and started cleaning up the dishes you had used. Cassian left, determined to get Azriel to eat. You hummed as you cleaned the kitchen, lost in thought. You were concerned Azriel was going to wither away to nothing, in both body and mind. You couldn’t seem to get through to him. You were beginning to wonder if Cassian was able to when you heard a loud bang and shouting coming from down the hall.

You paused, looking towards the doorway. Azriel appeared in it, eyes wild. Cassian was a few feet behind, waving his arms at you. “Go! You need to go!” You didn’t understand why he was so panicked.

“What is wrong?” You asked, looking between the two males. Azriel moved closer, caging you against the counter behind you.

“Did you make the soup?” His voice was low, eyes dark. You nodded, unsure if he was upset with you or came to say it was the most delicious meal he ever had. “Why would you do that?”

You blinked. “You haven’t eaten. Why should I let you starve?” You looked behind him to Cassian, who seemed prepared for a fight.

Azriel leaned closer, nose dragging along your neck. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” he growled, breath fanning over your skin. You couldn’t help the way you arched into him, the way his touch drove you crazy.

“Why not?” Your voice was shaky, his hands coming to rest on your waist. Your eyes caught Cassians behind him again, shifting on his feet.

“Apparently,” he started, clearing his throat. “You two are mates.”

***

this may end up being slightly longer than i thought….but still close to the end!! i’m sorry this chapter took so long to get out!! please let me know what you think <3

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[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Their girl, Part One

This is going to be Part One of a fic series set in a marvel alternate universe with a female college student reader & Wanda and Natasha. This is an Agere story SFW interaction only!!!

TW: Self deprecation, references of abuse if you squint

Translations: Malysh - Baby

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi thank you guys for listening to rambles and decision making <3

Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt.7

Warning: As a reminder this is a SFW blog and this is a completely SFW series!! If you are NSFW or have MDNI in your bio then let me know if you have an agere side blog. If not please do not interact with my blog or this series!!!

The rain seemed to be coming down faster than your car was going. Thunder boomed and you jumped involuntarily watching as lightning illuminated the sky, the only light besides your dim headlights. You squint slowing down to read the sign just to see there was still over a dozen miles to your college. Waiting until the last minute to drive down had obviously been a mistake and the storm had slowed your progress. 

You were almost asleep at the wheel but couldn’t pull over in the storm. You glanced at your backpack overflowing with snacks and supplies and groaned. This was the only supplies you had not that it mattered because the apartment you had already paid the initial payment for had been closed due to ‘health violations’. You had just found out today and are going to be stuck without an apartment and you’ll probably have to be stuck in a crappy motel.

You push all these thoughts out of your head and focus solely on the driving as the stress clouds your brain. The rain makes it hard to drive and you start to slip and your grip locks onto the wheel as you regain control. You make it 10 miles that seem to drag on forever just for your engine to sputter and start to die. You were nearing a neighborhood (thank goodness) so pulled over into the road near the entrance.

By the time you turned the car off you were crying and you lightly banged your head on the wheel. Moving out of your old house had been stupid. You could’ve just stayed there no matter how…special your parents' forms of love were. And coming to this college? You were stupid they would realize everything you knew you were just faking. That you couldn’t write. Tears streamed down your face and you rubbed your eyes but it was useless. You sniffled and reached for your water bottle, your throat sore just to hear a knock on your window and you screamed.

You look up and see a woman with pale features, striking blue eyes, and short dark red hair holding a black umbrella above herself. She knocks again and you hesitantly roll your window down. “Um hi?” You ask hating how hoarse your voice is from the crying. “Hello my name is Natasha I’m sorry for frightening you but I was going on a walk and noticed your car. Are you alright?” She asks and you frown noticing an accent but not being able to place it. “In this weather?” You challenge and she chuckles raspily.

“I don’t mind storms malysh” she replied smoothly “I live a few houses down from here and my wife just finished making paprikash.” “And you aren’t a serial killer?” You say slightly teasing and the woman smiled “not as far as I know.” You hesitate but it’s still raining and you’ve been crying and you’re starving so you nod slowly. You grab your phone which is almost dead and then climb out grabbing your keys and a few crumpled dollar bills. She holds an umbrella above you “thank you” you murmur wiping your face trying to hide the fact that you had been sobbing in your car moments before.

Her gaze glances down at your face and you’re sure she must have noticed the tear tracks but she doesn’t say anything. The wind is pushing against you both hard but she has a strong grip on the umbrella. You shiver as you both walk in silence “so what brings you here?” She asks finally and you sigh “college” “that’s what brings most people” she says with a small laugh and leads you up to a large very nice looking house. It had a dark red door and bright windows and Natasha closes the umbrella sets it down on the porch bench before opening the door. “After you” she said with a smile