#bright my ecstacy

[brightcaine]

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caption: lust (wth he looks so hawt 😭🔥🔥)

[und3ad-mutt]

incubus from the dark abyss. formed of black and white, monochrome image. i crawl out of your television. i crawl out of your mirror. the dead of night. not a creak on the floorboards. bright pink eyes. curved horns. an outline. a dark idea of form. long barbed tail curling and flicking. intoxicating spit. addicting scent. sweet blood. of course you can cum, sweetie. it doesn't cost much: other demons will ask for the WHOLE soul, all at once. fortunately for you, i'm of lust and not greed. just a little piece. a sliver. a taste. i'll sip just a tiny bit of your soul, each time you lose yourself to ecstacy and cum all over my dick like a good pet. losing more and more of your soul as you cum over and over and over again and my visits become more and more frequent. eventually, you won't mind if i put this seal on you, will you?

[peachy-dove]

Hey peach darling I loveeee your work that you did with Garp 🥵❤️ please I need more!!!😭😭😭❤️

can I request a smut with Garp again with a younger female reader where she calls him daddy in bed for the first time ❤️❤️😭

Monkey. D. Garp X Fem! Reader

Who’s Your Daddy?

CW: MDNI!! 18+, Large age gap (reader is 25), Fem reader, daddy kink, nicknames like: little girl, sweet girl, etc., overstimulation, cursing, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, cum on face, hair pulling

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! I’m actually really excited for this, I'm glad so many people are Garp simps just like me lol, but let’s get to the good stuff!! (I finished opla and my Garp appetite is strong!) (I took forever on this cuz of college and stuff :(()

 The restaurant was beautiful. The atmosphere was great and the service was spectacular! Your lovely Gilf boyfriend Garp took you on a lovely date to celebrate your promotion to rear admiral within the navy this weekend.he reaches across the table and places his hand on yours.

“I’m so proud of you sweetheart!” He grins widely at you, the sheer amount of admiration shining off his bright eyes.

 You look up at him and smile fondly at him, “Thank You Garp, I’m just happy all the extra training has been paying off!” You lift up your glass of wine and take a sip, reminiscing on the long training sessions and hours spent to become the young marine that you are today.Your lovely boyfriend supporting you the entire way with lots of special rewards and treatment.

Dinner was lovely and you allowed him to come back to your room for a “celebration” of sorts. Garp picks you up in his large hands enveloping you and touching everywhere his hands can reach.

He lays you on the bed and strips you out of your lavish dress (that he bought you by the way). His tongue frantically moved across yours while his hands worked the rest of your clothes off leaving you bare and wet only for his eyes to see. He steps back and strips off his own suit leaving his boxers on.

“I’m quite thirsty (y/n) why don’t you give me a little taste, hm?” Garp gets on the bed and his big hands pull you quickly closer to him. You let out a soft whine at the feeling of his rough hands manhandling you made your cunt drip with ecstacy. Your big strong man was gonna make it all better~ “Garp pleasee~” you cry out for his tongue on your aching sex. As your breaths drew quicker in a flash Garp had his mouth on you in an instant, loving the way you begged for him made his dick twitch and throb.

His tongue made quick work of your pussy. Dipping and diving through your folds leaving not an inch uncovered. “Garp please!” you shout out to him grinding your hips onto his face. Slick covering his beard and mouth. Garp hums at the taste of your delicious lips on his. “That’s right scream for me sweet girl~” He pulls your thighs over his broad shoulders and wraps his arms around them to keep your legs from closing. Not letting you have even a spare centimeter between him and HIS pussy. He ate at you like he was starving, the restaurant not giving him enough he wanted his dessert now.

Garp settles his tongue on your clit flicking away at the nub trying to bring you closer to your orgasm. “FUCK DADDY PLEASE!” you scream almost regrettably. It flew out of your mouth so fast you didn’t even have time to correct yourself as your hips started bucking and your juices squirted all over Garp’s smug face. He heard you and boy did he hear you loud and clear.

As you calmed down from your high you felt Garp rubbing your hip with his thumb to try and soothe you but man did you want to wipe that smirk off his stupidly sexyface! “What did you call me, little girl? You might have to repeat it for me, my hearing isn’t what it used to be~” He teased as he chuckled to himself wanting to hear it from you again.

“I didn’t say anything! I-I don’t know what you’re talking about babe’ you say as you try to pull yourself away from him but Garp’s grip on you was firm. Curse his stupid muscles! Your thoughts are soon interrupted by him licking a stripe up your sensitive pussy again. “I Know what you said honey, now I want to hear it from you again, tell Daddy what you want~” He sucks harshly on your clit again as you shiver and moan loudly “Ngh~ I-” you start to say but the pleasure is too much. You can feel the pressure in your tummy coming up again as he assaults your clit with his tongue over and over again, the overstimulation too much to bear. “Come on sweetheart you can say it~” He says as he pulls away to reposition you so that he is on his knees on the bed, and pulls your body up towards him so that you are practically upside down.

He holds your waist in making sure you don’t fall. With his other hand he rubs at your clit with his middle and index fingers feeling your hard clit throb under his ministrations. “Fucking say it pretty girl!!” He says a hint of firmness but frustration is his voice.

“FUCK YES DADDY PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY!!” you cry out again as you cum again making a mess with Garp finally letting you down and whispering in your ear praises of “Good girl” and “I knew my good girl could handle it” and finally “Daddy’s got you babygirl~”

When you finally calm down Garp pulls your body towards his as he lays down next to you helping you come down from your high. “How ya’ feeling sweetheart?” he asks brushing your hair out of your face and kissing your neck softly to ease your mind and body.

“Feel so good daddy~” you giggle as you say it outloud and in your right mind. “Good because daddy still needs you” You finally feel his thick hard dick prodding your side and you breathe in and reach down to run your palm over his tip, he hisses from the touch. His cock had been aching for you to touch him.

“Don’t worry sweetheart I know that cunt is is still sensitive” He slaps your wet cunt with his huge hand and you whimper from the sting and how sensitive your cunny is.

He lets out a hearty laugh at your plight as you sit up and lay in front of his stiff cock as he lays on his back. “That’s it babydoll make daddy feel good.” He says as he relaxes back as you start to stroke his dick in your tiny hands try to make him feel as good as possible. He licks his lips as he starts to hum in satisfaction as the relief of your touch is in his reach.

You run your tongue from his base to tip and across his heavy full balls waiting to make a mess on your pretty face. You kitten lick at his tip trying to prep yourself for the massive dick that was about to wreck your throat and jow. After plenty of times taking him in it always seemed so daunting. “Stop playing around girl,” Garp’s impatience showed on his face.

You take one last breath in and take him in your mouth. He was heavy on your tongue, his skin tasting so good like a treat you could never get enough of. You both hum in content for your own pleasures as you bobbed your head as he put his hand on the back of your head not pushing you too much but more so to keep you close. “Such a Good girl for me, go on and suck that dick real good babygirl” Garp moaned as he tossed his head back from the pleasure.

The praises didn’t stop and neither did you. You took his dick further in your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, heavily breathing through your nose. Deepthroating him was such a challenge but you loved how he could fill your throat with just his size alone.You pick up your pace and take him in deeper, your tongue working his underside to push him further to his own edge. “FUCkK” He yells as you reach down and play with his balls. “Fuck you know how to suck cock don’t you slut?” Garp’s growls and small whimpers turn you on as he bucks his hips as you continue to work along his dick.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! Gonna cum on that pretty face little girl, FUCKING TAKE IT” he yells as he grabs you harshly by your hair ripping you off of his cock and shooting his load on your face.

 Garmp lets out a harsh growl and he comes down from his high. Finally sitting up he brings you closer to his face making you crawl up to him. “So pretty for daddy sweetheart~” Garp feeling proud at marking you as his and his only. 

Garp kisses you deeply, licking some of the cum from the corner of your lips. You whimper from the gesture as he lets you go. “Let’s get you cleaned up dear, you did so well for me babydoll~”

Garp gets you both cleaned up and as he spoons you from the back he whispers to you before you drift off,

“Get some rest sweetheart because you’re gonna need it for round 2 when your Daddy is ready~”

[black-hearts-and-broken-fists]

A little bite of Devils minion, very early days and a pinch of spice

"Can I watch you...boss?" Daniel asks casually, like its not something horrifying, likes it's something mundane, to watch your apex predator, stalker, drain a passersby.

Armand blinks slowly, tilting his head like some monstrous owl, listening to Daniels thoughts like a tiny scurrying rat.

Please, please, please, he's so fucking hot, damn it, you're such a damn perv, he doesn't even think about you like that!

You’re sick! SO sick that I'd let him do anything to me, man I wanna feel those fangs on my skin, in my neck, on my cock.

I'd fucking beg for it, it's going to be narly, or hot, shit it's probably going to be hot. When he kills them it's going to be so, so fucking scarymmmsexy, blood on his mouth, yeah, sloppy on his chin.

Fuck I’m getting hard just thinking about it...can't wait to see…

Daniels thoughts are a jumble of desperate desire, laced with disgust that he should find it so appealing. The sudden unabashed ache this fascinating boy has for him is overwhelming. Daniels bright, clear violet eyes are locked onto his, burning fever bright with his need. Armand turns away, knowing if he spent another moment locked in that stare, Daniel would be the one drained dry. A flurry of panic and dread flutters unpleasantly inside him as he moves off and away to find someone else to sate his hunger.

The guy he finds is older, clean cut and dressed finely, but behind false smiles this man is a serial rapist. Armand wastes no time in his attack, feeling Daniels enraptured gaze, glued to them as the man struggles to free himself, then lax as Armand bites, and bites and bites. Messy, dramatic, putting on a show for Daniel,as the blood pours out from the mauled wounds on the guys neck. Daniels thundering heartbeat is a metronome that Armand drinks to, swallowing down on every other beat.

The boys arousal smells divine as it laps in a heady wave engulfing him. Armand's half drunk on blood and lust, he abandons the body and stalks silently toward Daniel. The vampires eyes pinning him to the spot, dark, dangerous, predatory. That look, sparks an inferno of cardinal hunger, burning Daniels insides, his adrenaline spikes, blooms pink then red on his cheeks, his neck, his chest. Makes his throbbing hard on solid in seconds and he feels winded by the intoxicating mix of lust and primal fear.

Daniel despite being desperate to flee, stands his ground, doesn't back up an inch. Armand is right infront of him, gazing up with those large dark eyes, red smeared everywhere. A rush of need hits Daniel so hard and fast he gasps, at the same moment Armand surges up to kiss him. They've never done this before, never bridged that gap, but now Armand is kissing him.

kissing me fuckingjesuschrist!!

Daniel is consumed by want, any other thoughts wipedout by the flash of his searing libido. He pushes against Armand's smaller frame, shuffles them back without breaking their heated, bloody kissing, until Armand is pressed firmly against the alley wall and Daniels hands are racing, reaching for the fly of Armand's jeans.

An ecstacy of fumbling, to find the hottest part of him, silky to the touch and hard in Daniels grasp. It's time for Armand to gasp, startled but not, his mouth opens and Daniel drives his tounge past their warring tangle and hard against the razor sharp tips of Armands fangs.

They moan in unison

[literallyjustanerd]

Twist The Knife To Keep The Scar (Fives & Echo, grief/mourning)

Rex is leaning over his cot, face drawn into a gaunt mask. He knows what Echo will ask. Echo thinks he knows the answer. He asks anyway.

“Rex… where’s Fives?”

In their own ways, both Fives and Echo experience outliving the other. But in the end, it's Echo who has to find a way to live on in a galaxy with half of himself missing. A galaxy that, despite his brother's best efforts, Echo sometimes wishes he hadn't survived to see.

Back on my bullshit ruminating about Fives and Echo never getting to see each other again!

Dividers by the incredible @freesia-writes with amazing helmet art by @lornaka

General vibe: Grief, angst, dissociation, recovery, found family

Words: 4,888

Characters: Fives, Echo, Rex, Tup, Omega, The Bad Batch (mentioned)

Read it here or support me on AO3.

There's an exquisite heat in the air around him. Then a harsh, biting cold. A blinding light, then suffocating darkness. The ecstacy of adrenaline thrumming in his veins, then blood-curdling terror choking him until he cannot even scream. Hope, then despair. Peace, then pandemonium. Repeating in an endless cycle so maddening he wants to split his own skull open to quiet the furore. 

And then, he's awake. 

He comes back fighting from the void. Lurching, crying out, violent and reckless on instinct and little else. He wrenches at what’s left of his limbs, dismayed when they flail freely, unbound by the tethers and wires he’d grown so used to. It’s bright. He cowers from the light, though can’t think to shield his eyes with his one remaining hand. It’s an eternity before a voice reaches him through the ringing in his ears. The voice of a brother. It changes, alternating between speaking calm words and barking sharp orders. The familiarity is enough to break through Echo’s hysteria. He stills, holds back his own cries to try and make out the words. In time, his bleary vision begins to take in the sight around him, foggy shapes coalescing into a silhouette, then a face. It’s Kix. 

It’s Kix. His brother Kix.

He stands in a halo of fluorescent light at the head of Echo’s cot, calling brisk instructions to the other medics. At his order, the lights dim, soothing the ache in Echo’s eyes. He lays a hand on Echo’s shoulder, firm and grounding, and sternly tells him not to try and move. It’s then that he realises that there are lines attached to him. A great deal, in fact. IV tubes snake from his wrist and the crook in his elbow. There’s a port below his ribs syphoning some sort of clear-pink fluid, and wires running to electrodes arranged in a grid on his chest. He listens when Kix tells him they're all there for good reason. He believes it when Kix tells him he’s safe, they’ve got him, he’s okay. Someone raises a cup of water to his lips, and though Echo nearly chokes on the tiny sip, it still makes him want to sob with relief. By his head, Kix makes an adjustment on one of his IV flasks. He doesn’t raise his eyes when he says,

“Someone find Rex. Tell him he’s awake.”

Memory floods back into the broken kaleidoscope of Echo’s mind.

“Where is he?”

Rex hadn’t answered him the first time he’d asked, careening down hallways and around corners, still half-convinced he must be dreaming or dead. He had tried to convince himself that Rex was just distracted. That maybe he hadn’t even heard the question at all, despite it being one of the first things past Echo’s lips the moment he regained control of them. It was plausible: the blaster fire was loud enough and the chaos was all but overwhelming. But even in his addled, delirious state, he had caught the twitch in Rex’s jaw, the guilty way his eyes darted across the room, cagey, avoidant. Everything Rex never was. Echo had not asked again, had instead put the last of his meagre energy into clawing his way out of hell. And, despite his expectations, he’d made it. They all had. He had seen the sun again. He hadn’t lasted much longer than that– his atrophy and fatigue had come back to claim him once he’d been loaded into a transport. Still, the question remained stuck on his tongue as he passed out, not quite able to speak it aloud. He does it now, though, when Kix has cleared out the medbay and Rex is leaning over his cot, face drawn into a gaunt mask. He knows what Echo will ask. Echo thinks he knows the answer. He asks anyway. 

“Rex… where’s Fives?”

Three standard rotations. Nine Republic-sanctioned mealtimes since making it off Lola Sayu and out of the Force-forsaken Citadel. And still, Fives has made no appearance in the mess hall. Rex suppresses a sigh at the empty seat next to him, tries to still the bounce of his leg under the table. He gives up on his rations halfway through, sliding them across the table to Jesse as, wordless, he leaves the rows of bustling benches. It’s not easy to track him down. He checks the gym, the boilers, the bridge, even the laundry rooms before he comes to the cold, cramped halls of the armoury. It’s all but abandoned, only a handful of troopers choosing to skip or postpone their meal break. Rex weaves through the tight corridors of catalogued rifles and torpedoes, affording a distracted nod to the men who greet him with the usual salutes. Finally, he spots his brother in the back corner. He's counting stock, eyes boring into a datapad as though it's the only thing tethering him to himself.

"Fives.”

It gets no response at first. He’s far too wilfully engrossed in his task. Just as he has been in every spare moment since leaving The Citadel. Rex has watched him move like a man possessed from hauling cargo to running maintenance protocols, reviewing battle maps to making supply orders. More productive in three rotations than he’d ever been in a week. If he’d eaten, Rex hadn’t seen it. If he’d slept, it hadn’t stuck, judging by the dark, gaunt circles draped under his eyes. They age him, make his cheeks look too sharp and his skin too pallid under the ship's stark lighting. The half-serving of rations churns in Rex’s stomach.

“Fives, look at me.” 

There’s a hand on Fives’ shoulder, one he throws harshly off like a man woken from a nightmare. He blinks at his brother, unable or unwilling to focus his gaze.

“Don’t,” he says, before he knows quite what he’s refusing. Self-consciousness leeches into his fingertips, tightening around the datapad. It’s too much to keep his face turned in Rex’s direction, so he points it back at the wall.

“You know you can’t go on like this. You’re running yourself into the ground,” Rex coaxes. A hot rush of shame burns across the back of Fives’ neck, his shoulders raising against it. He’s being spoken to like a scared stray tooka. Like a cadet with a skinned knee. Given the choice, Fives picks the easier of two options and lets anger steer his reply.

“I know what I’m kriffing doing. Don’t need you checking up on me.”

“Then it’s a good thing you don’t get a choice in the matter.”

The growl Fives gives in response is involuntary. His fingers grip harder at the datapad. A sign of losing control? A sign of trying to keep control? Just because he itches to feel something break under his hands? After waiting patiently for a reply of some kind, Rex fills the silence again. 

"I'm not trying to tell you to stop caring. I know that's how it feels, but I'm not. I just want you to take care of yourself, too."

"And what's the point of that?!" Fives blurts. The datapad clatters across the floor, the sound louder than it should be, echoing and doubling off the towering metal walls. "What does it even matter anymore if he—" As quickly as the dam breaks, he stems the flow. Straightens his back and swallows the words back down, bitter as they stick in his throat. The seconds scrape by, sandpaper against his frayed mind. His teeth grit, eyes closed. He waits. But Rex stays silent. No more platitudes, no stern, parental reminders about health and self-care. In time, Fives is seized by the fear that Rex has grown tired of his tantrum and left. But when he turns away from the wall, his brother is there, his gaze steady, open. Waiting.  

"I… It was supposed to be… It was always …"

Try as he might, the thought won't make it out of his head in full, ending up in pieces by the time it tumbles past his proud, clumsy lips. 

"Always the two of you," Rex finishes for him. "Right from the start, I know. We all knew." Rex's mouth quirks, his eyes dipping downwards a moment. Fives wonders what memory it is that drives the expression. While he is still caught in a losing battle against his own voice, Rex continues, holding the silence at bay. "You know, back after the invasion on Kamino, Cody and I wanted to take one of you each? We both needed a new ARC trooper. It seemed perfect." He steps forward, turning to lean against the wall next to Fives. No resistance this time when a hand braces on Fives' shoulder. There's a lump in Fives' throat that is hard to swallow around. Rex continues. "But when we got one look at the two of you together, the way you were with each other… Well." The quirk in Rex's lip grows to a smile, small and fragile. "Cody and I never managed to stay together long. We were always pulled apart. We couldn't let the same happen to you." 

A dry, guttural sob bursts from Fives' chest, breaking through the barrier of his clenched teeth. The words follow before he can stop them. 

"It should have been me."

The reprimand he expects does not come. Instead, Rex keeps his gaze on Fives, as resigned as it is devastated. There's a soft understanding in the way he breathes; slowly in, heavily out. Underneath all his composure, it becomes clear just how intimately Rex knows this feeling. How many times Fives’ words have crossed his own mind after returning from battle. Fives lets go. Finally cuts the string he had tied to the top of his head to hold himself off the ground. The plastoid of Rex's shoulder pauldron hurts when Fives' forehead hits it. He relishes the pain.

Goosebumps break out across Echo’s skin when he steps into the rain. He gasps at the little pinpricks of cold, radio static dancing in the gaps of his armour. The sensation is not unpleasant, just another that he had long since given up on ever feeling again. Mercifully, the perpetual storm over Kamino has momentarily ebbed; Echo would not trust himself to stay upright on his cybernetics in a full typhoon. Walking is still entirely alien to him. He knows he must look a mess, unsteady and teetering, each step a lurching fall forward with the hope that the sordid mess of durasteel beneath him will catch his weight. Hunter stands a few feet ahead of him, and he’s flanked by the other members of Clone Force 99 as they disembark. Though they form up around him, clearly ready to act as a buffer if one of Echo’s gambled steps doesn’t pay off, they say nothing, only watching from the corners of their eyes. Affording him his pride. Preserving the illusion of normalcy. 

They needn't bother. Under Echo's carefully-drawn expression there is a storm as vicious and brutal as the worst of Kamino’s tempests.

Kamino has changed since the last time he had walked its sleek, streamlined halls. It feels cleaner, smoothed over, more soulless than usual. Was it always so cold here, even inside? Beside him, two of his new squad are bickering. Though only a few feet away, their voices reach Echo from a distance, muffled, underwater. He feels thin. Not just malnourished, though he evidently is. His whole existence feels thin, as though he isn’t actually there. Someone could walk straight through him and feel nothing more than a cool breeze. A fleeting pang of regret tells him he should be with Rex, should have stayed with the 501st. But beneath the crashing waves on the surface, in the depths of his mind he knows that it’s better to be a stranger than to face those who know him, what he was and who he’s lost. What he’s become. Rex could feel it, too, when he had seen Echo off on the landing field.

“If that’s where you feel your place is, then that’s where you belong.”  

Was it about belonging? Or was it just that he couldn’t bear to stand so close to the edge of the gaping hole that had been left in his life?

The only time Echo had ever talked about this with Fives, he had been shut down with a single look. A thousand words in a microscopic expression, the silent language they’d forged together accidentally through years of traded glances. Across battlefields and barracks, strategy meetings and mess hall benches, until they knew the other’s mind by instinct, sometimes better than they knew their own.

“When,” Fives had said, with the weight of the galaxy behind the word. A shield raised against the knife of Echo’s ‘if.’

“When we both make it to the end of the war, we’re going to Naboo first. General Skywalker talks about it all the time. It must be worth the hype.”

Maybe Echo should have pushed it. Doubled down on his ‘if’ and done something, said something to prepare them for having to keep breathing after the other was gone. They had never dared to say aloud that their plans for a galaxy-wide sightseeing tour could grind to a halt in a single heartbeat. For years they had curated their list of destinations, sights to see, cities to explore, foods to taste and cultures to learn, everything they had always been denied. Neither wanted to be the first to say their grand adventure might never happen. Or, worse, that it could be a solo trip. Echo opened his mouth. But the minute twitch in Fives’ brow told him all he needed to know: he was picking at a thread that could unravel them both. Once one of them was gone, the other would surely die in every meaningful way. There was no point in even acknowledging the possibility. So instead, he lobbed a wadded-up piece of dirty laundry at Fives’ head and smiled.

“Fine. Naboo first. But I still want to see the museums in Alderaan. Don’t care if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.”

Beside Echo, the muted conversation grows louder. Words repeated. Someone trying to get his attention. One of them, the big one, Wrecker, slaps him on the back. It jars the rivets along his shoulder blades, sending sharp bolts of pain through his spine as he’s thrown forward by the force. It’s too fast for his cumbersome legs to catch him, and in a split second Echo has accepted he’s going to hit the floor. But the impact doesn’t come, and he opens his eyes to find a shamefaced Wrecker holding him aloft with one arm looped under his chest. 

“I– Sorry, Echo, I didn’t mean to– Should’ve been more careful,” he stammers, returning him to his feet as though he weighed less than empty armour. The shock brings Echo crashing back into his body, makes him feel real again in a way he is woefully unready for. The others are staring at him, their eyes singing like blasterfire on his skin. It takes an embarrassingly long moment to will his mouth into moving.

“It’s fine,” he mumbles, unable to meet anyone’s eye. “I’m fine.”

He wonders if it’s better to be stranded in a vast, flat desert than to stand at the edge of a bottomless pit.

It’s after Umbara that Rex overhears Fives with Tup. Lights-out was hours ago. They’re out of the barracks, but Rex can hardly reprimand them for it: half of the men, himself included, have had scarcely little sleep since what happened on that wretched, awful planet. All over the ship there are small groups of vode, hunched over mugs of caf at tables in the kitchen, crammed into bunks together, running endless drills in the gym. Rex despairs at being unable to do more for them, but he knows better than most that nothing could grant his brothers rest or peace in a time like this. Still, something in Fives’ tone tugs him closer, makes him linger around the corner and strain his ears to listen.

“–not about glory or heroics.”

“But what about what you–”

“Forget what I did. Okay? What I did doesn’t matter. I’m telling you , here and now, you stay alive.”  

They’re sitting on the ledge of a large bay window, faces backlit by the ship’s external lighting and the low ambient glow of hyperspace outside. Tup has his legs drawn to his chest, a steaming mug cradled in his hands, while Fives leans forward, elbows on his knees. Rex knows he should make himself known. Or at the very least walk away now. It’s not his place to eavesdrop. 

He doesn’t move.

It was a different version of Fives that came back from losing Echo. Sharper edges, harder, but more brittle. Scar tissue where there used to be unmarred skin. He still jokes, even still plays pranks and pulls stunts to entertain those around him. But his laughter is never quite as free or unguarded. His eyes scan every room he enters, searching, never finding. And most noticeably, he’s developed an intense protective streak over his brothers. Especially the shinies.

“I just want to fight for our brothers. Like you and the others have been.” Tup sounds chastised, confused. Still so sincere. Rex chances another glance around the corner to see Fives topping up his brother’s mug from a small flask before he takes a swig himself. Another breach of regulation Rex can’t rightly fault him for.

“You want to do something good for your brothers?” Fives says, voice low. “You survive the war. You stay around for them. You live to see a day we’re not forced to risk our lives for people who don’t karking care, don’t even know we exist .”

Rex doesn’t realise just how much of a hypocrite Fives has become until months later. Until he’s holding Fives to his chest on the floor of a derelict warehouse, the smell of blasterfire and burnt flesh thick in the air.

Losing Echo has made a hypocrite of Fives. As fiercely as he protected his brothers, as many times as he told them not to be heroes, he never reserved the same caution for himself. In fact, he launched himself headlong into more perilous situations than he ever had with Echo. He hid it under his status: an ARC trooper was supposed to be a more independent agent, a knife to make the daring precision cuts, carving a path for the battering ram of his fellow troopers. Still, Rex worries what the real motivation behind his recklessness might be.

“...Okay,” Tup says finally. But Fives still says it again.

“Just stay alive. Kark the war, kark the Republic, just… stay alive .”

An overwhelming silence falls over his mind, like a blanket of thick, black velvet. Relief. The sudden dying out of a background murmur he had never recognised until it stopped. The quiet is all-consuming, incomprehensible, fantastic. The release of a muscle flexed for years on end. Finally waking from a nightmare to the unworldly hush of night. A dream he knew well, but had never put name nor reason to. Weight lifted from his chest, breathing free, movements wholly his own for perhaps the first time in his life. Respite from the storm. But underneath the stillness, there’s a foreboding: a forest only falls silent in the presence of a predator.

It’s been years, but Echo still panics whenever he wakes on a medical bench. Pain blooms in his frontal lobe as he pitches himself upward, his hand raising to find a bacta patch plastered there beneath the rivets.

“Echo?”

Omega’s voice sounds so fragile. She lays his name out delicately, like she’s afraid she’ll break it. He immediately forces his eyes open to give her a reassuring smile, desperate to rid her of that timid tone.

“Hey, kid.” He cuts her off when she opens her mouth again– “I’m fine. Promise. Good as new.” A quick scan of the room, and he sees his brothers around him, all in varying stages of regained consciousness. All with matching scars on their scalps. Marking them, finally, as free men. If Echo was awake enough to have full use of his body, he would smile at the thought. His gaze lands on Rex, standing guard in the doorway, and he finds that the smile grows completely on its own.

It had taken months for Echo to feel like a part of Clone Force 99. That was mostly by his own design: any attempt at bonding from his new teammates had been met with a wall of solid durasteel. He’d lacked even the decency to respond with anger, denying the others the barest hint of emotion. Scared that even hostility was too much of an intimacy. But his brothers had worn him down, for better or worse.

“Echo, you ever play Sabacc? Cross always cheats, but if we team up on him we might win!”

“I noticed on the last mission it seemed your cybernetics were somewhat miscalibrated. If you like, I can take a look at them and make some improvements?”

“If you’re going to sit up and brood in silence again, you can at least make it worth your while and drink with me. …And for the record, I don’t cheat at Sabacc. I’m just better.”

Before he knew it, he had four new brothers.

Just what he got for vowing never to get attached again. 

Rex offers him a hand when he tries to lift himself to his feet, one he gratefully accepts.

“Did it feel this strange for you?” he asks, blinking hard. Rex gives a stiff shrug. 

“Didn’t have time to think about it. When I got my chip out, I… had other things to think about.” 

Echo doesn’t pull at that thread.

“So… He really was right.”

No matter how many times Rex had explained Fives’ death, Echo had never made sense of it in the past. It didn’t help that Rex’s own recollection of the incident was garbled, fogged over by confusion and grief. All Echo could gather was the vague notion of fear, paranoia and conspiracy. His brother had died desperate and frantic, with a warning to Rex that made little sense in the moment and even less when retold after months of rumination. 

It made far too much sense now.

“Yeah,” Rex sighs, eyes flitting to each of the other clones in the derelict room. “Yeah, he was. I just wish…” 

Echo nods.

“Me, too,” he breathes. It’s silent for a moment, until Rex speaks again. Echo isn’t sure what makes his brother say it now: despite Echo’s probing questions since he’d first been rescued, Rex had never answered. Now that he does say it, though, it hits Echo like a punch to the gut.

“He never got over it, you know.”

Even after he had begun to consider himself a real member of the Bad Batch, Echo had done little more than coast. Though he still put all his effort into their missions –it was hard to break such a hardwired work ethic– his heart was rarely invested in their assignments.

And then, just like that, the war had ended.

Standing aboard the Havoc Marauder, watching Kamino turn into a pinprick of light in the ocean as they fled, Echo had felt a sudden, harsh pang of relief that Fives was no longer with him. He would feel it often in the coming months as The Empire tightened its grip on the galaxy, sometimes morphing into a bitter jealousy: Fives never had to see what had become of the Republic. Of their brothers.

Slowly, he and the others gather their bearings, carve out as many seconds of rest as they dare before scraping themselves together to leave. They aren’t naive enough to consider anywhere safe for long. The silence as they trek out of the rotting venator is heavy, and it’s jarring when someone breaks it.

“One of your men really figured all this out?” Hunter says to Rex, sounding sceptical in a way that sparks an involuntary flare of anger in Echo. “The chips, what they were for, Order 66, all of it?”

“I don’t know if he knew what it all meant,” Rex says, kicking aside a hunk of warped durasteel to make way for Omega. “But he definitely knew what the chips could do to us. And he figured out the Chancellor was behind it long before anyone else ever did.”

“The Emperor,” Tech interjects, “technically speaking, now.”

Rex shrugs halfheartedly, then continues, eyes trained firmly on the ground in front of them;

“I shouldn’t have been surprised. If anyone was brave, skilled and stupid enough to pull that kind of stunt off, it was always going to be Fives,” he says, smiling wistfully. “But I’m sure you’ve all heard far too much about that since Echo joined you.” The silence from behind Rex makes him pause, turn to see the others’ confused expressions in the light of his headlamp. He looks to Echo, gives him a bewildered, questioning frown, and Echo shrinks, unable to meet his eye. As close as he has grown with his new brothers, there are still a few nerves too raw to touch.

He stays in touch with Rex as often as their situation allows. It may be an unnecessary risk, the number of calls he makes to Rex’s encrypted comm frequency. He always disguises it under some flimsy justification, sharing a scrap of intel or paltry status report. Hardly anything substantial. Nonetheless, Rex answers every time. And he never ends the transmission when the information runs out and the conversation turns trivial.

“She’s getting good,” Echo tells him, smiling vaguely out into hyperspace. “She’ll be a better shot than I ever was.”

“Sounds like she’s got a good teacher.” There’s pride in Rex’s voice. Echo never did manage to outgrow his giddy reaction to positive feedback. Especially from his Captain. Silence takes hold, and Echo searches for something to keep the transmission going, but Rex gets there before him.

“You know my offer still stands,” he says gently. “There’s always a place for you here, brother. I’d be glad to have you back.”

Echo isn’t quite sure what makes him pause. Months ago, in the last days of the war, and even after its end, he would have jumped at the chance. To be back with Rex, to return to something he knew, to what he could only assume was the closest a clone could get to home. He’d been so directionless, disconnected from himself, unsure there was even a self left anymore.

“I…” He begins the sentence with no way to finish it. There’s a lot he wants to say. A lot he wants to do. He’s still getting used to wanting things again at all. It was a strange feeling after spending so long adrift, running on inertia without drive or purpose. But once the Batch had turned from soldiers to brothers, then to sister as well… Once his chip had been removed, and he’d learned exactly what his brother’s death had meant, all Fives had done to try and protect the family he had left…

“I think I understand,” Rex says, and Echo wonders in dismay if he’d said any of that out loud.

“I want to go with you,” he finally blurts. “I want to help you, I do. Eventually. But right now…”

“It’s okay.” Rex’s voice is softer over the comm. Too soft. Echo digs his scomp into the side of his thigh, breath tight in his throat. “You’ve got to do what’s best for your vode. And right now, the best thing you can do is stay around for them.”

A noise in the cockpit behind him sends Echo scrambling to wipe at his eyes, whirling his chair around to find Omega peeking down at him from her tailgun-come-bedroom.

“Couldn’t sleep,” she says, like she’s apologising. “Are you talking to Rex? Can… Can I sit up with you?”

Who is he to say no to her, when she looks at him like that?

Rex keeps the frequency open far longer than he probably should, regaling Omega with war stories, some true to life and some Echo knows for a fact are embellished. Still, he doesn’t correct him, not when it would only dull the spark in Omega’s eyes, listening so intently. Echo says nothing when Rex begins the story of two particularly brave ARC troopers, incredibly daring and heroic on the battlefield, but– 

“–absolute idiots everywhere else.” Omega giggles uncontrollably, and even Echo smiles: he’ll cop that one. Though he does have to cringe at some of the misadventures that follow. At least Omega enjoys laughing at these two ridiculous, childish ARC troopers and their exploits.

“They were always better when they were fighting together,” Rex tells her, and Echo’s chest seizes, “but even when they were separated, even when they didn’t realise it, they still fought for each other.”

Echo makes the decision right then and there, with his brothers asleep in their bunks behind him, Omega perched on the arm of his chair and Rex’s stories in his ear. When (not if, when ) this is all over, he and his family will go travelling.

Naboo first.

[hisokakissmeplz]

Illumi's wife

This is kinda xhisoka but also kinda xIllumi too and fem!reader

slight Nsfw MDI

"Darling." Your husband calls out before entering your shared room. "I'd like you to meet an acquaintance of mine."

Illumi, your husband, had brought his associate and almost friend, Hisoka mainly to show off his precious new wife but also as a chance for you to make connections as he didn't want you feeling trapped or enclosed.

You could hear the taps of his heels before you saw him.

A tall man, taller than Illumi, with bright pinkish red hair and gold eyes. He adorned a red dress shirt and black pants (which were noticably tight and hugged his curves and muscles quite nicely but irrelevant) his shoes were black and shiny with a short heel making him taller than normal.

Illumi stepped towards you, wrapping his arm loosely around your waist.

"Hisoka, this is my wife. Dear this is my partner Hisoka."

Hisoka drew out his hand and you placed yours over it gingerly. He placed a soft kiss on your hand looking up to your eyes while doing so.

"A pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman." His breathe was warm and you could feel a slight chuckled as he released your hand.

You nodded kindly regarding his words.

"Will you accompany us to my office?" Your husband asked.

"If you would like, Lumi."

"Lumi and I would like it very much I assure you." Hisoka responded and you replied with a slightly concerned smile towards your husband.

Illumi's mouth was still slightly agape where he had been interrupted by Hisoka's response.

The three of you set off into the hallway, you walking by Illumi's side and Hisoka walking in front of you.

"Would it be rude if I asked about your marriage?" Hisoka piqued.

"That would depend on what you're asking, Hisoka." Illumi's voice sounded bitter as he almost spat the words.

"Oh well, just where did you meet such a lovely lady and how did you get her to marry someone like yourself ?" Hisoka's voice spat Illumi's bitter tone right back at him.

Illumi huffed. "If you must know, we met through work. My wife here is quite the assailant. As for how I got her to marry me, irrelevant considering you'll never have the need nor the pleasure of asking a lady as fine as my wife."

The way he exaggerated every syllable on 'my wife' showcased his possessive spite.

All their bickering was making you quite uncomfortable so you cleared your throat in attempt to silence them.

"Forgive me love, I seem to have forgotten my manners," Hisoka turned back to look at you emphasizing 'love' to anger Illumi more. "Illumi might we continue our conversation when it will not be at the expense of your wife's sanity?"

"I suppose.* You could tell Illumi was getting more and more aggravated by Hisoka's attitude and mentioning of you.

"Shall we change the subject?" Hisoka turned back to you and you were surprised one of them was finally talking directly to you instead of about you. "Illumi said you were an assassin right? That must give you quite the physique."

"Oh well I suppose, yes." You answered more distracted by the prominent glare Illumi was giving Hisoka. A slight red danced across your cheeks at his voice.

Sultry and alluring. Yet thick like honey and just as sweet.

"Yes, I would imagine also, with such a physically demanding job your stamina is quite impressive too."

"You could say so."

You were curious as to where this conversation was leading but Illumi clearly didn't want to find out.

"Ah yes, then that would naturally lead someone to believe that," there was a long pause between his next words so much so it made your heart beat faster with anticipation. "Your sex life with Illumi must be quite staggering."

"What?" Your gut twisted at his words.

"I was only drawing a conclusion." He shrugged his shoulders as if it was a casual thing to say. "Your wedding night must have been something too, huh? Too highly trained assailants chasing ecstacy for the first time, must of been quite exciting."

His voice lowered more sensually. "Unless, I'm wrong?"

He slowed down now where he was walking directly beside you.

"Does he lack the proper etiquette, is there something you're longing from it? Perhaps he forgets to take your needs into consideration?" He was whispering now, leaning down to speak into your ear.

His hand found your wrist and before you knew it he pinned you against the wall.

"You know I wouldn't mind, per say, filling in for him for your utmost pleasure."

His breath was warm against your ear as it slid lower to your collarbone.

"I promise I'd take my time to care for you better than he ever could."

Quickly you drew the dagger from beneath your dress where it was holstered to your thigh and pressed it against the base of Hisoka's neck. Pressing lightly enough as to not cut him.

"If you make one more rude or distasteful comment towards me or my husband then I won't hesitate slashing your throat." You spat mustering as much venom in your voice despite the familiar warmth in your gut and between your thighs.

Although you cared deeply for Illumi, there was something missing from your sex and you were curious what Hisoka had in mind.

"Hisoka! Perhaps you would join me in the office for a rather serious conversation. Darling, please leave us." Illumi's voice indicated his anger and discomfort with Hisoka's treatment towards you, no doubt something he would apologize for later.

Illumi was still shooting daggers at Hisoka as they walked into the office.

Hisoka shot you a sly smirk before point at his thigh and then disappearing into the room.

You went to holster your dagger again but felt something. You pulled it out and sheathed your dagger taking a closer look at the thing you pulled out of the holster.

It was too playing cards, a joker and a queen of hearts, flipping over one of them there was a phone number and a heart written on it.

Oh, he was gesturing for you to look at your thigh not his. Not that you would mind looking at his thighs or his biceps or his abs, shit you're getting distracted.

You held the cards closely to your chest as you walked up the stairs to your bedroom.

Pt2??? Anyway I hope you like this lmk if I should write more oneshots or stuff yk

[amaretigris]

The Sea Witch's Curse

Taglist: @hopeisrising @daydreamerwithnohobbies @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread @freyagallileaevans

WARNING: EXPLICIT

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Epilogue | 1k words | Smut & fluff

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Your pale, sensitive skin was getting red and warm. You recalled your feelings of dread and despair at this sensation merely a month ago. How different things had turned out now. You smiled at that thought, letting your fingers swirl and poke the flower petals and bubbles in your bath. You were in your private bathroom in the castle. Your cast iron clawfoot tub was positioned directly in front of a set of balcony doors, overlooking the ocean. You loved this view; you could watch the sunset from here if you so desired.

A brisk knock on your bathroom door pulled you from your peaceful thoughts.

"Come in," you answered.

The only ones who would be knocking on your bathroom door would either be the palace staff assigned to you or your wonderful husband.

Turning your head back to look as the door opened, you were pleased to see Eric's bright blue hues come into view. A smirk twisted his lips as his eyes traced what he could see of your figure.

"My dear wife, I have come to let you know that I've returned from the market. Rosa let me know that you were in the bath. I couldn't risk your safety. I had to come see for myself that you were okay."

"Oh?"

You pinched your brow and feigned innocence.

"My dear husband, I can assure you that I haven't drowned," you replied with a smug smile.

Bracing your arms on the side of the tub, you stood straight up. Water and bubbles dripping off your naked form drew Eric's hungry eyes. He suddenly closed the distance between you, pressing your wet body to his. His rough hand tenderly cupped your cheek as his arm circled your waist.

"What ever will I do with you, my princess? I only want to keep you locked in this castle with me. I'm afraid no one outside will ever see you again," he whispered, brushing his lips to yours.

You felt goosebumps erupt on your skin at the feel of him. You lazily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I have no answer for that, my prince. I only ever want to be locked in here with you," you answered before beginning a trail of open mouthed kisses on his neck.

Eric let his head fall back and closed his eyes, melting into your touch. After a couple minutes, however, Eric straightened, lifting you from the tub entirely, and carrying you to the bed. You giggled and kicked your feet before Eric threw the comforter back, and planted you on the sheets.

"What are you doing? I'm soaking wet. The sheets-"

"Can be changed," he gruffly interrupted.

"I have to have you now, (Y/N). You have no idea what you do to me," he responded while kicking off his pants and throwing his shirt over his head.

Climbing on top of you and settling himself between your legs, Eric lined the tip of his member up at your sopping entrance.

"Speaking of wet," he smirked, leaning down to your ear, "you're always so ready for me, (Y/N)."

One push and Eric slid inside you. Groaning and trying to center his breath, Eric pumped in and out of you.

"Oh, one day you'll have my children, (Y/N). But for now, I want you all to myself," Eric moaned as he slammed back into you.

Your mouth fell open and you nodded your head frantically.

"Anything for you, Eric. Anything," you sputtered out.

Waves of ecstacy washed over you, and you lost yourself in the pleasure. When you finally came out of it, Eric was lifting your hips, pounding into you at an alarming pace.

"God you're so beautiful when you come undone for me," he practically whimpered.

You nodded, rubbing your hands along his back, and flexing your pelvic muscles. That was all it took to sent Eric spiraling.

Lying in the sticky aftermath, you hummed happily, running your fingers through Eric's curls. His head lay on your chest, and you loved playing with his hair.

"(Y/N)," Eric suddenly spoke.

You looked down at him, keeping your fingers in his locks.

"Do you want to have kids someday? I've realized that we haven't actually talked about it."

You smiled.

"Of course, Eric. I would love to have kids with you. I just think we shouldn't rush into things. Let's enjoy our life together before we introduce someone else into it."

Eric lifted his head to meet your eyes with a smile.

"You've saved my life in every way, (Y/N). You're the kindest person I've ever known. When you're ready, you'll make the most wonderful mother to our children," Eric gushed.

Feeling heat flare on your cheeks, you giggled, poking at Eric's dimples.

"So cheesy," you teased.

Eric's face turned serious for a moment.

"Oh, there is something else. I received a letter from Scuttle today. Since he missed me in Sicily, he wrote me a letter with the information I was looking for," Eric paused.

At your curious expression, he continued.

"I had asked him to find information on the ship and crew that killed your mother, (Y/N). That's what I was meeting him for, before the Sea Witch got to me," he grimaced at the memory.

You swallowed.

"What did the letter say?"

Eric sucked in a breath.

"Scuttle said that the ship went down at sea. None of the crew survived," he answered, waiting for your reaction.

You gave him a soft smile and threaded your fingers back through his hair.

"It's okay, I knew. My father told me. He took revenge on them for my mother's death. He said he stopped living when she died. That's why he sent me back to you. He didn't want me to end up the same way," you shrugged.

Eric nodded, letting his fingers trace over your cheek.

"You know that I'd give my life for you, right (Y/N)? You've done it for me already. And I will spend my life making sure that you never regret that decision," Eric's eyes drifted back up to yours.

"I know, Eric. I never could."

Pulling him in for another kiss, you thanked your lucky stars that the sea brought you to this man.

[chaifootsteps]

Isn't it funny how Vivzie's interpretation of gluttony, described in Christianity as literally overeating to the point that the lower class starves (basically just generic corporate cat #47), is another one of her hourglass figure women, but the sin of greed is fat...? I feel like gluttony would have done better as that, 'fatphobia' aside, since Vivzie seems fine using Heaven and Hell which is often associated with Christianity.

I do have my own interpretation of the Gluttony ring which is still a WIP, but I took the eating and 'lord of the flies' aspect (as well as ULTRAKILL's Gluttony) to the max.

I think the first layers of Gluttony would be maybe bright and colourful similar to the show, since I would also like to include overindulgence in drugs and the like-these often bring feelings of ecstacy and joy at first.

As you go deeper, however, things begin to smell worse. The walls start to resemble rotting food and flesh, the whole place is full of flies and their respective larval forms.

As well as that, almost all of the hellborns are riddled with weird, pulsating tumours, and also look much more like flies as well as maggots. Sinners usually look more like trypophobia-inducing masses of skin, fat, and a face with a miserable expression that barely move except to eat, hardly recognizable as demons or even living at all.

There are hardly any children here, and when you see any they are often large maggots, feasting endlessly on the rotting walls.

Deeper and deeper, sinners are less so lower class addicts and overeaters, and more of them are corporate monsters, even larger than previous ones, with even more tumours and hundreds of layers of rotting, yellow fat with just as many maggots as the walls at this point. They hardly even resemble sinners anymore, but rather masses of fat that exist only to consume.

Although that might convince you that they simply ate too much in their lives on Earth, the truth is many of the corporate sinners indulged in more than just food, and stopped at nothing to consume money, treasures, anything they could. This does include overeating, but there are much darker sides to what they did.

At the center is Beelzebub. I imagine, instead of Vivzie's version (sparkledog? seriously?) this one is similar to the previous sinners, but resembles a mix of a termite queen and a fly. Although she has no set gender, I refer to her with feminine pronouns for convenience.

Her abdomen is constantly pulsating and forming offspring. She is endlessly laying eggs, which are tended to her by worker flies (i know flies don't form colonies like termites but who cares). These hatch into the same maggots as above, and then become the worker flies that tend to the eggs and Beelzebub.

Back at the top of the ring, where things are bright and bubbly, hellhounds are most prevalent and other hellborns resemble candies. They do also have bug aspects, which mostly sticks to an exoskeleton-esque outer layer, wings, and 6 legs. These hellborns also influence demons from other rings to indulge more and more, eating and drinking and everything possible, which causes them to begin to become those tumour-infested zombies from the lower layers. Demons of the Gluttony ring have more resistance to this but they are not safe either.

Some of this was made on the spot so I'm sorry for any mistakes but I've also planned this out (mostly the fleshy parts) across the span of a couple days. As well as that, I'm not an expert in demonology but I have done some amounts of reading.

I also definitely was inspired by Heaven Pierce Her's 'Guts', which also plays during the first level of Gluttony in ULTRAKILL and can be found here: https://youtu.be/0oKVuDnNX-4?si=gNVrzLxLhEcUQrGp

Oh, that's creepy as fuck and I like it a lot!

[disticfiction]

Barcus moaned, his body tensing as Wulbren's chest pushed against his back. It was always like this. For some reason, he was never allowed to face his partner, but he stopped asking why a long time ago. Instead, he gazed down and swallowed as Wulbren's hand pumped up and down his shaft.

"Spread your legs wider," he groaned. "Your knee's in the way."

Barcus obliged, his cheeks bright as he moved his legs further apart, has ass brushing against the table as he instinctively bucked his hips. He couldn't help himself, chasing each stroke as if he worried it'd be the last.

"Augh..."

"You're close," Wulbren grinned. "I can tell. I can always tell."

He tightened his grip, causing Barcus to whimper. He always knew exactly how to touch him, and exactly what to say. As his cock throbbed, he arched back, resting his head on Wulbren's shoulder.

"Oh gods!"

"Yes, that's it. Almost there." He pumped faster, being sure to rub his thumb around Barcus' sensitive tip, making him squirm.

"Ah! W-Wulbren!"

He chuckled as he brought his lips to the older gnome's ear. "Don't tell me you're leaving me, Barcus. Say it's not true."

Barcus grit his teeth, his eyes squinting shut. "W-Wulbren... please. I'm sorry. I—aaaugh!"

The hand pumped harder, faster, a second one reaching down and cupping his balls. At that Barcus gasped, his eyes rolling back and toes curling. His cock had always been small, even for a gnome, but that only made it easier for Wulbren to manipulate.

"Hold it in. That's the deal. If you cum, you stay in the Underdark."

Barcus shook his head, his balls scrunching with a warning of his impending orgasm. He couldn't tell if Wulbren was serious, but his tone certainly conveyed amusement, whether intentionally or not. He knew Barcus wouldn't be able to hold out, the tension building with every stroke.

"Nnngh! Ah!"

"Don't do it, Barcus. You'll lose everything."

Barcus moaned loudly, every inch of Wulbren's hand enveloping his throbbing little member. He squeezed and rubbed it so perfectly, so intently, his foreskin adding to the sensual friction. That was Baucus' favourite thing about Wulbren—his hands. They were soft and steady, but also rough and textured, hitting every nerve with unfair precision.

"Augh! Wulbren!"

"Don't do it."

"I can't! Aaaaugh!"

His cock spasmed, shooting load after load of thick gnome jism across the table, staining the wood. It always felt good, but that night it felt better than usual. Perhaps because it was mixed with sorrow, or perhaps it was the way Wulbren's thumb teased his delicate hood. Whatever the reason, the pleasure trounced him in an instant, his legs flailing as his cock rippled with ecstacy.

Wulbren grinned as he kept pumping, peering over Barcus' shoulder to admire his handiwork. He was relentless, milking the older gnome's climax as long as possible, squeezing every drop from his tender tip, until he finally went limp in his arms. Satisfied, he turned Barcus sideways and laid him against the table.

"Well. It seems you lost the wager. I guess that means you'll be saying. Right?"

Barcus whimpered, barely able to lift his head. He needed time to recover, and Wulbren gave it to him. After what felt like forever, he slowly sat up, his arms trembling as he leaned against his knuckles.

"Wulbren, please... come with me. I think we could really make something of ourselves up there. A home. A future."

"What?" Wulbren stepped back, a look of disgust painting his features. "You can't be serious."

"I am! We could open a shop together. With your leadership and my expertise, we could become the most celebrated alchemists in Baldur's Gate."

"How can you say that?" he hissed. "When gnomes are seen as lesser by so many in that city? Yet you'd serve them?"

"Better than scavenging around down here, waiting for the duergar... or a pack of drow to attack and enslave us."

"So you'd really just run away? Abandon your home? Your people? Your kin?"

"Wulbren, please. It's not like that. It's just... after our village was pillaged, I couldn't—"

"Don't." Barcus paused, Wulbren's eyes burning with a fury he didn't dare exacerbate. "I lost everything too, my baby sister included."

Barcus flinched, his guilt mounting. "Wulbren, you cannot imagine how sorry I am. But if you'll only listen—"

"But I refuse to run away, especially to a city where those damned Gondians are favored by the populace!"

"Not this again," Barcus winced. "Wulbren, please tell me you haven't been fraternizing with—" He dropped his sentence. The glint in Wulbren's eyes confirmed his fears. "Wulbren... I've begged you to stay away from the Ironhand Gnomes. They're a bad bunch."

"You don't know anything, Barcus."

"I know plenty!" he argued. "I know they're devious, power-hungry, and sadistic. Their... 'cause' isn't for the good of gnomekind, it's only for themselves."

"Lies!" Wulbren clenched his fists, his shoulders stiff. "They're inventors! Loyalists! Freedom fighters! Everything those thrice gods damned, thieving rock gnome parasites wish they were!"

"Wulbren... do you hear yourself? Those gnomes are gnomes, just like us."

He grit his teeth. "They are nothing like us, Barcus. If not for them, we might still have a place in the city. If not for them, the Ironhand clan's reputation wouldn't be—!"

"Enough!" Barcus' voice jittered as he looked away, his pulse racing. "Enough, Wulbren. Please. This... feud has gone on long enough. And what has it accomplished, hmm? Nothing. Nothing at all. The Ironhand Gnomes say the Gondians stole from them, the Gondians say the Ironhand Gnomes slandered their work..." He rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "But only our ancestors know what truly transpired, and the Ironhand Gnomes made their bed when they pledged allegiance to Sarevok Anchev." He sighed, shaking his head. "What a tragically sordid affair."

Wulbren fell silent, his rage apparent, but restrained. As he stewed in his violent thoughts, Barcus shimmied to the edge of the table, hanging his head, his hands folding into his lap. For a while, neither spoke, the hostility in the room almost too much for the older gnome to bear.

"That hatred will destroy you, Wulbren. Just as it destroyed the Ironhand Gnomes in the first place," he finally said. "If you really want to restore your clan's reputation, then come with me. Do it the right way. With patience and kindness, and a little hard work."

Wulbren scoffed, audibly, but he didn't respond. He kept his eyes on the floor, his body seething.

"Please, Wulbren. Let's not leave things like this. If you really want to restore people's faith in the svirfneblin, come with me." He held out his hand, longingly. "Let's show them that we're more than a militant group. More than our mistakes. We can make a positive impact, without bloodshed."

He smiled, hoping and praying that the man he cherished most would reach out, take his hand, and choose the path of dignity. Their friendship had endured so many hardships, so much pain. They had been together since they were children. Surely this couldn't be the end.

"I'm not going with you, Barcus. I can't." Wulbren frowned, crossing his arms as he watched his friend's soul break into a thousand pieces. "And you're a fool for suggesting it. I thought you knew me better."

Barcus gasped, his stomach clenching. "Don't... don't say that, Wulbren. Please. I do know you."

"No, little Barcus. You never have."

Barcus' face flushed, his throat collapsing. That wasn't true. He knew Wulbren blamed everything on the Gondians, but he'd started to turn on everyone lately, even his own mother for not seeking revenge.

Blinking rapidly to keep from crying, he reached across the table to his backpack, then pulled out a familiar amulet. Though wounded by Wulbren's comment, he forced a smile and held it out, pushing it against his chest.

"I made this for you," he said. "In case you rejected my offer." Wulbren frowned, but accepted, taking the amulet into his hand. "It's the symbol of our friendship. A reminder that you're never alone. And that if you ever need my help, I'll be there."

Wulbren stared at the amulet for a moment, then growled, slowly crushing it in his fist. With a horrified gasp, Barcus went to stop him, but suddenly his anger faded. Without a word, he opened his palm, the amulet undamaged, and gave Barcus a smile that was almost too convincing.

"That's very thoughtful, Barcus." He stepped closer, pushing the older gnome down on his back. "I'll have to give you a parting gift as well."

With a grin, he pulled a coarse, wool cloth from his pocket. Then, without any warning or preparation, he tightly wrapped it around Barcus' soft and tiny cock.

"W-Wulbren, what are you—?"

He cut him off, sliding his hand up and down while gripping the cloth, moving it in tandem with his bizarre ministrations. But the pleasure was instant, Barcus' cock pitching after only a few indecent strokes. He cried out, his head arching back as his teeth clenched and eyes squinted shut. The tightness of the fabric created an almost claustrophobic sensation that only served to heighten his arousal.

"The texture really is something, isn't it?"

"Ah! Ugh!" Barcus moaned loudly, unable to hold back. "W-Wulbren! Ughn! What is that?!"

He thrashed against the table, increasingly lost in the sensations coursing through him. Whatever it was, it felt incredible, the crude weave rubbing into his sensitive skin, pulling his cock painlessly.

"Displacer leather. Bristly, but supple. A true marvel of contradiction."

He gripped Barcus' cock a bit harder, earning a guttural wail. He always knew exactly how to touch him. How to make him squirm. How to make him scream. And poor Barcus was naturally so tender. The surprisingly violent up and down sent neddles of pleasure through his cock, his balls clenching.

"Wulbren! Ah! I'm going to cum!"

"I'm aware."

And he did, crying out as a flood of white burst from his core. But Wulbren kept going, squeezing the tiny gnome's cock a bit harder. Barcus screeched, the sensation going from pleasant to painful. He tried to kick Wulbren off, but his legs were too weak.

"Shut up, Barcus. Just deal with it for a few seconds and it'll feel better than ever."

Barcus shook his head, writhing on the table as Wulbren's arm flexed. Tears welled in his eyes, drool rolling down his chin. It didn't feel like seconds, but at some point the pain did come to a grinding halt, replaced by a pleasure Barcus could only describe as celestial.

On the cusp of insanity, and pure, unadulterated ecstacy, he looked up, meeting Wulbren's gaze, but he saw something foul looking back. Something cold. It wasn't passion or worry or love, it was anger. This wasn't a parting gift. It was promise that no one else would ever be able to make him feel this good. And with his crippling sexual anxiety, Wulbren knew he'd never trust anyone else to try. He'd only ever been with Wulbren. He only wanted Wulbren. No one else mattered, and no one knew that better than Wulbren himself.

Barcus' eyes flickered as he realized the truth. This was a punishment.

"Wulbren... you—aaaaaugh!"

As reality hit, his mind suddenly scrambled. A flash of white, followed by a pleasure so intense, he wasn't sure if the accompanied scream was silent or too loud for his ears to process. It felt amazing. Rabid, even. His cock twitched and spasmed through every wave, stream after stream of hot, sticky seed gushing onto his chest and stomach.

And then, for a moment, he blacked out.

When he opened his eyes, he could feel his body shaking, his muscles quaking with the aftershocks of post-orgasmic bliss. He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but Wulbren's hand was still wrapped around his now hypersensitive cock, his semen still warm as is rolled down the tip of his shaft. It took a while for everything to come into focus, his chest heaving as he tried to recover, but when it did he noticed the crease in Wulbren's brow. The emptiness in his expression.

"W-Wulbren..." He took a deep, laboured breath, his head reeling. "I..."

The younger gnome said nothing, carefully unwrapping the cloth like a bandage, and that movement alone was almost too much. Barcus moaned as the material clinging to his cock pulled away, revealing a deep shade of red, his member swollen and convulsing. Everything about it felt savage and delightful.

So why did his heart hurt?

Something wasn't right. With a grunt, he tried to sit up, but a torrent of pleasure rushed up his spine and caused him to fall back, his mouth hanging open and fingers scratching against the wood beneath him. His entire body melted under the pressure, enraptured by the sensations that hadn't yet subsided. But tears welled in his eyes.

"W-Wulbren, please..."

His vision blurred as his friend turned away, slipping the amulet he'd been given into his pocket. Not around his neck, but tucked away, out of sight, as if insulted by it. Again Barcus tried to sit up, but again he failed, falling back with a moan. His cock felt like it was burning from the outside in, throbbing with every beat of his heart and pulsing with every breath he struggled to take. It felt amazing, as if he'd been branded by a fiery hot iron that left an imprint without damage.

He knew he would never be the same again.

"Goodbye, Barcus."

Without another word, nor a hint of forgiveness, Wulbren suddenly left the old gnome laying limp and exhausted on the table, ignoring his desperate whimpers as he closed the door behind him.

[flirtyletters]

when you love to eat

hiiro, aira, mayoi

gender neutral reader

hiiro amagi

"my dearest friend, i am happy to see you enjoying your food. i share your sentiment too so please allow me to recommend you the best items on the menu. hmm? how did you know that i was going to mention the omurice? ah, i see! because i eat it regularly! you are so clever! it does not matter if you have guessed it already because good food is good food so let us have some."

hiiro finds the best restaurants in the city where everyone knows him and likes him, especially old folks. his tales help pass time with considerable enjoyment, especially while making or eating food. his talk keeps good company to the sounds of your happy chewing. you don't have to feel pressurised about replying either. you can just concentrate on you food and he will shut up and do the same! eating properly is important.

aira shiratori

"[cute nickname], have you been to this cafe that just opened? some of my favourite idols visit this place all the time. sometimes they hire idols to act as servers too! they present their dishes very cutely. let us visit together, i love~," aira speaks in a breath and he sounds so happy that you can only nod along with enthusiasm.

"so what are we waiting for? let us go at once!"

"heh?" he begins a little startled but can't find the courage to refuse you, " yeah... right now would be fine."

he spends more time clicking pictures of the food and admiring the idols that he finds there. you always have to tell him to eat before he remembers about the food. then he eats just a little. he is too nervous and excited in the place to eat, not to mention the look of sheer ecstacy on your face that distracts him. he feels full just by seeing how much you are enjoying your food. it's too strange for words.

mayoi ayase

he loves to cook for you, especially when you mention that you love his food. it takes him by surprise, and he spends a good deal wondering if you're playing a prank on him. yes you eat his food with a huge smile on your face, and thank him every time. but really? do you really love his cooking. when he finally believes his ears, he almost floats to the kitchen in half a daze and half panic and returns with a dish you love. he doesn't dare tell you how he knows your taste, and you are too immersed in the food to wonder or question him. he instead sits down and tells you to dig in before it gets cold.

"you look so adorable while eating. your aura is so bright and beautiful that i want to keep you fed all the time. i am so glad my food can make you look so cheerful. e-eep! n-no, i didn't say anything. please continue eating. don't pay any mind to a burden like me!"

[brightcaine]

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[lilithsterrarium]

Lightly pressing a finger into your chest to make it harder to breathe. Laughing at how vulnerable you are, this is all it takes to have you on the edge of suffocation? Well, my fingertip is nearly half the size of your torso but still, its adorable how helpless you are.

Knowing you your pathetic little clit would start getting hard, both from the suffocation and the mocking. I wonder if i could make you cum hands free with nothing but breathplay and degradation?

I know i would spend at least an hour trying once the thought crosses my mind. And if you can? Well im going to keep going until you cant cum any more! Hopefully ill break a few ribs in the process, to give you a nice painful reminder of how pathetically easy you are to control, to humiliate, to toy with.

DHBCBDFBD GOD <3333

Letting out a long, drawn out whimper as your fingertip presses, rubbing against my tits as I squirm and struggle to breathe... my face already bright red as I stare up at you, legs trembling, tiny little clit already throbbing and begging for release... your laughter and mocking only eases the process along...

Just the idea seems to make me squirm... I doubt it would take an hour, just a bit of teasing and laughter and I'd be moaning, climaxing repeatedly on the desk... little arms clamped on your fingertip as it presses down, eyes rolled back in ecstacy as I suck in a choked breath while climaxing again and again...

I exist to be toyed with <3333

[dokujirai]

Charisma - The Seven Charisma’s “Charisma Picnic” カリスマピクニック Karisuma Pikunikku English Lyrics Translation

This is an English translation of Charisma’s group song “Charisma Picnic.” Song is here.

Please be advised that this is merely a translation into English and may not be 100% accurate or follow any rhyme.

TL Notes: 

Once more I am proven again that writing a rap from Japanese to English is hard. Just know that I tried.

SDGs are Sustainable Development Goals(?). It’s the only thing I could find, but they’re something about sustainable and responsible consumption/production, sustainable cities and communities, etc. etc. Ohse just wants to help out the Earth by becoming compost <3

I imagine the mountains that Amahiko finds sexy are like twin mountains that look like boobs with pointy nipples.

The last line goes like “Karisuma Shintenkai” which means “new development.” I just think it’s hilarious that Charisma can just be like “oh yeah look forward to Season 2″ in their own song.

Any questions, concerns, theories, or feedback is appreciated! Thank you for reading!!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Making bentos or carrying baggage That’s not the only way to use a slave Try me as a humanoid outdoor tool Work me hard to the bone, it feels great~!

March your feet precisely to the beat Don’t underestimate nature! It will eat you alive Now take a deep breath in regular intervals Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in Off we go to the great outdoors… Hey, you over there! Don’t veer from the route!

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Iori-san “Let me give you all a piggyback ride now!” Lala lala lala Rikai-san “Order outside is all green!” Lala our hearts Break into a dance toward our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

I ain’t goin’ over the hill and I ain’t whistlin’ either And I sure as hell ain’t singin! I’ll go where I wanna go If you guys go that way, I’m goin’ this way Wha- Ah! It’s a dead end! You guys, wait up!

The Earth shines with the beauty of Terra-kun The sky and the ground revel in me That’s right, Terra-kun is now The Universe!

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Sarukawa-san “Hah? I ain’t gonna skip!”. Lala lala lala and Terra-san too “Terra-kun’s UV barrier!” Lala our hearts are Beating towards our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

The sun illuminates and exposes all for us to see, aah how sexy! The murmur of the river, the chirping of the birds in your ear… ECSTACY!

Such a bright landscape with crisp air I’m sorry that a piece of shit loser like me exists I’ll go die at once and return to the earth, that way I’ll become fertilizer for the SDGs Even if it’s only a little bit, I can finally help the world this way

Yo, if you’ve got nothing else better to do, why not go on a journey of self-discovery? Let’s charge right in, so come on and let’s start a new story We’re so full of problems, we didn’t even know it was shining through Since everyone found out about our energy, now we gotta skip our way outta here

Let’s sing (let’s sing) cheerfully (cheerfully) Let’s join hands and lalala lala la la

Lalala lala Amahiko-san “Those distant mountains are so sexy” Lala lala lala Ohse-san “Please excuse me for breathing in the air…” Lala our hearts Break into a dance toward our Charisma Picnic

Lalala lala Fumiya-san “Oh, I forgot my wallet” (Ehh?) Lala lala lala Charisma-san “Yay!” Lala our hearts are Beating towards our Charisma Picnic Our pleasant little picnic New things are coming to Charisma

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Lalala lala la la! Charisma!

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

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Aizawa x MTF reader

900 words of pure smut no plot.

Daddy kink, curvy reader, and lingerie.

He was already gone by the time I woke up. Always up so early and back so late. I hate feeling like I never get to see him anymore. Today I'm going to fix that!

I cleaned the bedroom and put out some nice candles next to a bottle of lube, making sure nothing is too close to the bed. I wouldn't want the candles falling from shaking the bed too much. Finally I go to the closet and pick out the perfect set of dark pink lingerie. The one that hugged my hips and brests just right. The one with the panties that barely cover my bulge. With tall socks that squeeze my thick thighs. It doesn't leave much to the imagination but that's just how I want it. I cover it with one of his black shirts and wait for him to come home, and wait, and wait…

The longer I waited I couldn't help but think of all the things I wanted him to do to me. The touch of his shin, the feeling of his strong muscles wrapped around me, and his huge-

"Nnnh~" I let out a low moan. I didn't even realize I started touching myself, but I couldn't stop. I palm at my growing bulge through the thin fabric. It feels good but I want more, I want him, I want-

"Well looks like my kitten needs attention~" Aizawa's low husky voice fills the room. I freeze. My eyes snap open and I stare at him, my face turning bright red. "Oh don't stop on my account kitten." He smirks, obviously teasing me. The bed dips as he sits next to me, practically on top of me already. "Though I'm a little jealous you've been having fun without me."

"N-no daddy! I've been waiting for you!" I quickly sit up and straddle his waist. "I'm sorry, I got too excited when I was thinking about you I couldn't help myself…"

"Is that so? And just what were you thinking about?" He roughly squeezed my ass and I let out a small yelp of surprise.

"I-i was thinking about how you would touch me… and how your big cock would feel inside me…" I blush almost as bright as my lingerie.

"Oh? Touch you where? Here?" He starts to palm at my hard dick. Using his other hand he takes off his shirt I was wearing and smiles when he sees the pink lacy bra holding my breasts. "I see you got all dolled up for me babe."

I moan slightly and tug at his shirt. "I did. So please can I have a reward?" I ask softly, hopefully.

"Of course~" He whispers in my ear sending a chill down my spine. I can't help but stare as he takes off his shirt revealing his toned abbs and deep v line. My eyes wander and I stare at his crotch, my mouth already watering at what's coming next.

Suddenly he flips me over and I'm flat on my back. I let out another surprised yelp. "I wish I had time to take it slow, but you're just too cute that I'm already rock hard." His voice drops when he says this. He undoes his belt and drops his pants and boxers in one fluid motion. Revealing his long thick cock in all its glory. My breath hitches in my throat when I see it and I bite my lip when I see him grab the lube. "You ready for me babe?" It wasn't really a question but I answered anyway.

"Yeah daddy~" I moan out loud when he slides two slick fingers inside me. Stretching my hole before replacing it with the tip of his cock.

He pushes in slowly, making sure I feel every inch as he enters me. Slowly filling me up until it's all the way inside. "Good girl~" Suddenly his slow teasing movements turn into hard pounding. I moan in ecstacy as he grabs my ass for leverage.

"A-aizawa!" I moan.

He growls in my ear. "That's not what you call me" His rough hands squeezed a bit harder.

"D-daddy!" I practically yell. Every thrust perfectly hitting my sweet spot. I can feel my dick throbbing in my panties. He takes one of his hands from my ass and strokes my dick through the lace.

"Gonna cum sweetheart, yeah cum for me-" he groans, he's getting close too and I can feel his already large cock twitches in my ass.

I scream as I cum in my panties, staining the new lingerie. My toes curl and my back arches as I spasm on his cock. Aizawa pulls out and pumps his dick. "Open wide kitten~" His voice is low and I open my mouth happily for what comes next. Thick ropes of cum shoot into my mouth and on my face. Swallowing greedily I let out a satisfied sigh.

He wraps me in his strong arms and pulls me close as we both bask in our afterglow of our orgasms. He gently rubs his calloused fingers through my soft hair and kisses my forehead. "This has been wonderful babe." All I can do is nod as I lie completely spent. He smiles down at me. "Next time I'll be sure to unwrap my gift." He said as he pulls at the hem of my lingerie.

[revasserium]

reqs are open :)

152. horrific distortion

tendou; 1,840 words; i. am so. so sorry. please please PLEASE read the content warnings. and pls do not read if any of them bug you in the slightest. please.

cw: mentions of death, murder, suicide; general mental illness; mcd; dark af!!!!

“when this monster entered my brain, i will never know, but, it is here to stay.” - dennis rader, btk

[[wednesday, 21:42]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — police pulled the partially decomposed body of an unidentified young woman, early twenties, from the kotodai park late last night. investigators are actively seeking any information on —

tendou lets his head fall back onto the smooth, cool leather sofa back, the ceiling fan spinning slow circles against the distant neon city lights. he closes his eyes and remembers — the heat of her skin, the smell of her hair, the rush of adrenaline as she gasped beneath him. he could count every single lash over those gorgeous, gorgeous eyes — he shivers as he relives the memories of watching the life drain from them, second by second, breath by breath, until — ah —

ecstacy.

he lets out a long breath, opening his eyes only to realize how tightly he’d been clenching his fists, scoffing as he bends over his palms to examine the tiny, crescent-moon indents. at least there’d been no blood this time. call him what you will — sadistic, monster, murderer, but not “messy”. no, never that.

his phone buzzes alive and he picks it up, cocking his eyebrows at the incoming caller id. he grins as he presses the phone up to his ear to answer.

“ahhh wakatoshi-kun! mhm, mhm — sure! sure! i’ll see you there in fifteen!” he grins as he clicks shut his phone and gets to his feet, humming an off-tune jingle as he gathers his things. he checks everything once before he leaves: phone, keys, wallet — check; gloves, fish-wire, hand sanitizer — check; duct tape — check; police scanner — check; cigarette lighter — check.

he flicks off the lights. it’s going to be a good, good night.

he sees you after his usual midnight coffee, after ushijima reminds him for the hundredth time that no, i’m not looking into those dead girls, i’m in the white collar crime division and no, i don’t think it’s anyone we know but that if it were, it certainly wouldn’t be tendou. after all, why would a murderer be best friends with a cop? stupid, right? absolutely ridiculous.

you smile at him as he walks out of the 24-hour diner, your hair slightly damp from an earlier bout of summer rain, your clear plastic umbrella dripping by your side. he catches a whiff of your expensive perfume and he knows you’re the one.

[[wednesday 22:12]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — earlier this evening, the police confirmed that the body of the unidentified young woman found at kotodai park last night has been ruled a victim of homicide. early investigations cannot currently determine the cause of death but —

you sigh, swiping through the evening news, wondering vaguely what you should have for dinner, or if it is, in fact, way too late to be ordering food. the headlines flash across your screen, another dead girl, third in three months. that’s gotta be serial right? does sendai have a serial killers? has that ever even happened before?

shaking your head, you decide that this, of all things, is definitely not in your wheelhouse. you check your watch and curse as you realize that you’ve just missed the second to last train. it’d be another 33 minutes exactly before another train comes. you slow your steps as you near the station, rounding a corner onto a smaller street, the pavement bright but eerily quiet, casting your eyes up towards the moonless night. well, you think, if a serial killer were to be on the loose. tonight would be the perfect night, wouldn’t it?

you allow yourself a tiny laugh, thinking back on the past three months of your life, the monotony of daily life, the seemingly endless list of menial and yet impossible to finish tasks at work, the dwindling number of your friends, the less and less frequent calls from your family. you wonder if anyone would miss you.

and you think, ah… it wouldn’t be the worst thing.

“sah… are you lost, miss?”

you whirl around to find him there, grinning down at you, his eyes dark pinpoints, devoid of light. he’s tall, you think, and strong, you realize, just as he reaches out to wrap his arm around your neck and squeeze. you almost go without a fight.

“p-please…” you try to struggle, but his grip is unrelenting, even as he drags you with him, humming off-key, his free hand twisting through the air as if conducting some invisible orchestra, “please — w-whatever you want — take it —”

“oh? oh really?” he turns, expression bright and almost child-like, but there’s nothing innocent about the glint of his teeth, the way his smile doesn’t really reach his eyes. a strange thrill eats through you as he leans in, nearly pressing his forehead to yours, crowding into your space even as he has you in a chokehold, “and what, exactly, do you imagine i would want from you, hmmmm?”

he drags out the question, his voice like a mis-played note on a broken guitar, full of twist and twang and a certain deadly triumph. as if even his body is surprised he were able to make such a sound.

you grapple with the question, shoving weakly at his arm, and even though he still allows you sporadic gasps of air, you can feel your vision blurring.

“i — i don’t know…” you say, your fingers and toes already going numb, a pounding growing louder and louder behind your ears, “i — h-have no-nothing — just…”

“just?”

he cocks his head, like a bird, watching an insect struggle, pinned beneath it’s talons.

“my life —” you finally manage to choke out. black dots gather at the edges of your vision, the world feels all at once full of water and too light with air. you can’t tell if you’re drowning or floating, but there are pinprick stars up in the velvet-clad night. how beautiful, you think, how beautiful they’ve always been. how painful to be there, burning for a universe that has never spared a thought for you, to keep on shedding parts of yourself and tossing them into an endless night, never knowing if someone, anyone will ever get the chance to see.

“ha….?

[[thursday 00:09]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — new images showing three round burn-marks leaked to the media by an unknown source confirms that this fourth body is linked to the recent string of murders allegedly committed by the same —

you’re nearly delirious now, tendou’s sure of it, but still, he finds himself enthralled by the sight of you, by the bits of red and pink spreading over your cheeks, like blots of ink seeping into your parchment skin, by the feel of your fingers digging, digging, into his forearms, even through his light jacket, by how in what you might think are the last moments of your life, your eyes are so far away.

most people at least do him the favor of looking at him before they die.

unbidden, his grip starts to loosen, and he reaches out his other hand to steady you.

you suck in a heavy breath, but you make no move to run away. instead, you just cough, reaching up as if to massage your rapidly bruising throat but dropping your hand at the last second.

“m-my life,” you say again, “y-you as-asked me what i have that you — you might want.”

“ah… haha!” he breaks out into a bark of wild laughter, letting his arms drop completely from around you as he clutches at his own stomach, doubling over before he looks up, “you’re right! you’re right — you’re absolutely right! bingo! jeopardy! ding-ding! we’ve got a winner!”

you’re still panting, watching him wipe his eyes of his mirth-induced tears. and still, you make no move to run.

“so… it’s true then. there’s a serial killer in sendai… and it’s you.”

tendou lets out a breath, shrugging his shoulders as he straightens again, shaking a single finger at you as if a teacher, admonishing a grade-school student.

“mah, mah, mah… for such a sharp girl, you really aren’t making the smartest decisions tonight.”

“what, like not running? or fighting harder?” you’re still a bit breathless, but he can see the mistiness fading from behind your eyes, and he feels pinned by the darkness. “i’ve read the articles, i’ve seen the news. i know that once you grab a girl, there’s no way you’d let them go. you’re too good for that.”

“hmmmm flattery will get you everywhere, darling, but you’re right there as well.” he reaches down to trace a long finger over your jawline, down the side of your neck, pausing at the ragged red marks he’d left with his arm only moments ago. slowly, methodically, he pulls out the tape, the gloves, the sanitizer. the wire, the scanner, the cigarette lighter.

“so? any last words? i’ll even strike you a deal — if you make them good, i’ll make sure you die the quickest, how’s that? less suffering, and all that.”

he flaps his hands, as if offering you some kind of three-for-one deal at the local grocery mart.

you sigh, you nod, you lick your lips.

“will you miss me?”

tendou feels the shivers as they kiss up his spine, feels the flutter in his stomach like a million butterflies stretching their wings. he lets out a soft breath and savors the moment.

mmm… ecstacy, indeed.

and he almost hesitates, because he knows it’ll never get better than this. he knows that somehow, this will be his best one yet — you, the brightest star in his entire sky, shedding and shedding your light.

“i will,” he says, as he wipes down his hands and slides on his gloves, “i promise,” he says, as he reaches forward to press the tape to your mouth, “i know,” he says, as he pulls you close, looping the fishing wire around your neck once, twice, three times. “i’m here,” he says, and when he tugs this time, you go limp in his arms.

he takes out the cigarette lighter and a cigarette.

“i miss them all,” he says.

“every. single. one.” as he lights the cigarette and watches the tip burn red.

“but… trust me when i say, darling, i will miss you most of all.”

[[wednesday, 21:42]] WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN SENDAI PARK sendai, miyagi — police pulled the partially decomposed body of an unidentified young woman, early twenties, from the kotodai park late last night. investigators are actively seeking any information on —

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Nuts n Dolts week: Day 7

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Prompt: first kiss

Garden of Ecstacy

Baby can’t you see, you could be with me, we could live inside a garden of ecstasy…

“It’s this way!”

I squeeze Penny’s fingers tight, her hand warm against mine.

Spiky weeds and long blades of grass prick at our ankles as we run down the overgrown hill, heading for the little gated garden at the bottom, tucked away behind the old family gym building.

The fence surrounding the garden is old and rusted, almost falling over. The cheap green material once spread neatly over it is torn and tattered, shreds of it littering the floor and almost blending into the grass. I’m not sure who the fence was supposed to keep out, seeing as—I don’t think—the garden was ever private property. Either way, it’s abandoned now, and what was once a neat, tiny little garden is now overgrown and wild, the weeds alone up to your knees.

“It’s… it’s so nice,” Penny breathes.

She moves her hand away from her eyes, no longer having to block them from the sun. The whole garden is dappled in shade, dim and cool. Penny brushes her messy bangs away from her eyes, taking a look around at the maze of wild looking plants everywhere.

Just watching her makes my heart flutter a little.

Yes, I, fifteen-year-old high school girl Ruby Rose, have a crush on my best friend.

Penny is amazing, sweet and beautiful, and I’ve had feelings for what has become quite a while. I think my sister said that gardens are romantic, so that’s why I brought her here. It’s a little secluded spot just for us, and here, I’m finally going to tell her how I feel. I just have to keep the courage to do it. I have to do it this time.

We venture deeper into the garden, hand in hand. I brush my other hand over the tops of some unruly looking tomato plants, feeling the wrinkly leaves against my skin. The plants’ stems are thick, heavy with fruit that hasn’t ripened yet.

I look at Penny again. She’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and an avocado green skirt with a green stripe at the bottom. She took my advice and wore closed-toed shoes, but the skirt still leaves her legs bare, and I see her flinch as a weed pricks across her skin.

I’m not doing much better with my red t-shirt and gray shorts, but I don’t really mind.

Penny doesn’t really seem to either. Rather, she seems positively enraptured by the secretive spot. She brushes her bangs away again, as they keep sticking to her forehead in the spring heat. She gazes around at the garden, which is surprisingly big on the inside for how small it looks from afar. It is definitely more than meets the eye. It’s wild here.

I was also an idiot to not look where I was going in an overgrown place like this, and my foot comes in contact with a rock, throwing me off balance. I trip over my own feet and keel forward, about to fall.

In a split second I feel Penny yank on my hand, pulling me up again as she wraps an arm around my waist. She pulls me against her.

“Ruby, are you okay?”

My silver eyes meet concerned teal ones, and I can feel my face heat up at the closeness. Penny is so pretty up close. I’m kind of glad I fell now. I picture kissing her right then, and maybe I should’ve done it, although I would never have actually had the guts.

“Ruby?”

I come back to myself in an instant and let go as quickly as possible, stumbling a bit as I try to get my bearings.

“S-sorry, just tripped is all,” I say, rubbing the back of my head anxiously.

“No worries! It’s pretty overgrown here, huh?”

Penny gives me a bright smile.

“Y-yeah.”

I’m sure my face must be pretty red by now, but I ignore it and clear my throat a bit, offering my hand to Penny again. She gladly takes it, and we’re walking again.

“I wonder why no one cares for this place anymore. If they ever did,” she muses.

“I don’t know. No one really seems to know about it. I just found it by chance one day. It seems to be doing pretty well on its own, though.

“It’s taken root, no rules!” Penny exclaims excitedly, making me smile.

“Yep.”

We pass a wall of thin green vines laden with creamy white flowers. They smell bright, like nature. That’s how I see it, at least. It might not make much sense, it’s more a feeling than anything I can put into words.

“So did you say there was passion fruit here?” Penny asks, even though she already knows the answer.

That’s the one thing I did tell her about this place before we came, deciding to leave the rest a surprise, but it definitely got her excited.

She presses herself closer to my side, sliding her arm through mine, so they’re linked.

“Yep!” I say, trying to be normal, “They’re near the back.”

When did things stop being normal, and start being me as a blushing mess whenever I’m around her?

“Thanks for bringing me here, Ruby,” Penny says, “I never even knew this was here, and it’s so big!”

“Yeah,” I say, smiling, “I’m glad you like it.”

The passion fruit vines grow wild on the back fence, twining over and over through the chain links like they’ll never let go. They probably never will. A lot of the plants here seem to be like that. They’ve taken root. This whole fence is overgrown with passion vines, and it’s thick, all dark green leaves and foliage.

The flowers are beautiful, vibrant purple in color and strange. Like something from another planet.

Penny gently brushes her hand over one, delight dancing in her eyes.

“They’re beautiful…”

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper.

Oh lord. Why did I say that?

But somehow, even though I’m the cheesiest person ever and that was terrible, Penny still blushes.

“You too, Ruby. Inside and out.”

Now it’s my time to blush, and for a moment I just stand there speechless, but Penny is Penny, and she just starts talking again.

“So!” she says energetically, “Is there any fruit?”

She shoves her hands into the vines, digging around in the leaves until her hand apparently meets something.

“Ah!” she cries, pulling it forward, “A passion fruit!!”

It is. In her hand is one of the wrinkled, purple fruits. It’s pretty big, too.

“You found one!” I exclaim, “Pick it!”

“Can we? We can, right?”

“Of course! No one’ll know. Plus, they’ll just go bad if we don’t eat them.”

“Good point.”

Penny tugs on the fruit, and it makes a little snapping sound as it pops off the vine and into her palm. She grins in delight, turning it over and over in her hands. It makes me happy to see her so happy. I’m glad I brought her here. Now I just have to be brave enough to stick with my mission. The real reason I brought her here…

“Ruby!”

Penny’s voice breaks me out of my reverie, and I shake my head to clear it.

“Yeah Penny?”

“You should find one, too!” she tells me, “I’ll help you look!”

“Oh yeah, right. Sure.”

We begin the hunt for another passion fruit, though it doesn’t take long to find one.

“Here it is!” I say, pulling the little fruit forward.

It’s smaller and less wrinkled than the other one, but it’s still purple. Is it not as ripe? I have literally no idea, so I just pluck it off the vine anyway. I’ll give it a try.

“Let’s eat them!” Penny says impatiently, bouncing on her toes.

She’s a bit like a child in her excitement, but it’s charming, I think. She’s always fancied fruit, as well, so she’s extra eager now. She’s so cute, well, all the time.

I giggle as she pulls me down to sit beside her in the overgrown grass, holding the fruit out in front of her.

“Alright… how do we open it?” I ask, staring at the fruit.

I did not plan for this at all. How are you supposed to eat in then, Ruby, did you think of that?

No, I did not.

I try to break mine open with my fingers, but it doesn’t work. The outside of the fruit is too tough. Could I bite it open…?

But Penny is already way ahead of me. She bashes her fruit against a small rock that was hidden in the grass, and yellow juice sprays everywhere. I shriek in surprise, but Penny just laughs, trying to wipe the juice spray off her white shirt. I cringe.

“The white-“

“It’s fine!”

Penny doesn’t miss a beat, cracking the fruit open to reveal the delicious pearls of juice inside, the bright yellow seeds. It’s the true treasure of the passion fruit—and of this garden.

I give a little cheer and follow her lead, smashing the fruit open on the rock, although a little gentler this time, so as not to make more mess.

“Cheers!” I say softly, holding up my fruit.

Penny’s eyes light up, and she taps hers against mine.

“Cheers, Ruby!”

Cheers to me actually going through with this confession…

I tip some seeds into my mouth. The delicious flavor fills my mouth, sweet and tropical and wild. It’s perfect.

Penny squeals her approval, shoveling more seeds into her mouth as juice drips down her hand.

“Yummy, huh?” I say.

They’re delicious, and now, with this memory of eating them with Penny, I’m sure they’re my new favorite fruit. I’ll always think of her whenever I taste this taste, no matter where I go.

I feel so strongly about this girl before me, my best friend. I care about her so much.

I have to say how I feel. What’s the point? I can’t feel like this and never let her know, I can’t hold it in anymore! It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.

I wait until the last sweet seeds have been swallowed down.

It’s time, Ruby. You have to tell her.

I try to hold onto the bubbling lightness in my chest, the energy and brightness of my feelings for Penny.

You can do this, Ruby.

You have to tell her.

“Penny…”

“Yeah?”

Penny tilts her head in question, staring straight at me.

Just say it!

And by some miracle, I just say it. Let it slip out before I can even stop to think about it for one second more.

“Penny, I- I like you.”

It’s as simple as that.

Her eyes sparkle.

“I like you, too. You’re my best friend!”

“No, I meant like-“

“And I would love to be your girlfriend.”

The words freeze me to the spot, the pressure of all the nervousness and emotion in my chest exploding, stealing my breath away. Penny just keeps smiling, clear intention in her expression. She knows exactly what she said.

Does she really….

Did she just…

“Penny!”

Time seems to unpause, and my eyes light up with joy. I jump on her, hugging her tight, and she hugs me back, as we both laugh with joy.

I can’t believe what she just said.

She likes me back!

She’s my best friend. We’re always together. And now I told her I liked her, and she actually accepted! I barely even know how to feel, I’m just one big ball of emotions I can’t keep straight. It’s like I’m blinded by the brightness of this one moment.

I do see one thing. Penny. I see my best friend.

And our faces are so close…

“I…” I whisper softly, “Could I- can I- um, well…”

“Yes.”

Softly, our lips meet.

There it is. My first kiss.

It’s really happening, and it’s… I’m not even sure. It’s so much better than I ever imagined, so strange and yet so warm and wonderful all at once… it feels surreal.

Penny’s lips are soft, and her arms around me are warm. I feel like I’m in a whole other world, emotions tangled up all around us in a never ending brightness. It’s just excitement, and joy, and it’s everywhere.

It’s ecstasy, passionate and warm, all around us. All I can feel is this crazy excited feeling, this ecstasy, and it feels as if it’s filling the whole garden, so that the whole world is so much brighter and more excited to just be alive.

When at last we break apart, I can barely contain my emotion. I throw my arms around Penny’s neck, hugging her close, feeling her nuzzle into my neck.

Happiness seems to radiate off of both of us, spreading through the garden, making it glow.

This is our secret spot, this garden just for us, where only the plants and the passion fruit are around to witness our story. The story of two best friends. Friends who were really so much more.

I experienced one of the most amazing, intense things of my life, my first kiss, the next step along my journey with Penny, and it was right here, in this wild place. We’ll be back here, I’m sure, to this garden of brightness and happy memories, this garden that’s steeped in emotion that will never leave it.

Our garden of ecstasy.