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Tormented Spirit | 1

Part 2

"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 4k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, eventual smut, DD:DNE, panic/anxiety attacks, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, mentions/depictions of death/suicidal ideation, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: i nearly decided on nuking this because it feels so fucking bad and aimless guess in the end I'M really the tormented spirit huh anyway if I'm glad i didnt and decided to wait it out. if you enjoy this please think of leaving a comment and/or reblog because i need the reassurance. | cross posted on ao3

Tagging: @arabellasleopardcoat

"Father," Alicent pleads, "she needs to see you."

Otto's jaw clenches as he lifts his gaze from his desk. He looks upon his youngest child's features. You were one in the same, his first daughter and last. He thanks the gods that she did not inherit the curse you bear.

Alicent picks at her fingers while awaiting a response. Though she draws blood, no sound leaves her lips. She did not know it, but her father catches this anxious tick. He mentally corrects himself: at least she did not inherit it at equal intensity.

"A man has no place in the dressing room of a bride-to-be," the Lord Hand dismisses.

Alicent knew about as much would be said, yet she still tries, "please. She is having a-"

"And when has my presence ever soothed her?" Otto interrupts, raising his voice to make his point clear.

It was enough. Alicent understood.

He turns back to his papers. He reads them but none of the words register. He says, "I am sure your brother is already there, coddling her as he does."

Alicent does not respond.

Otto lifts his gaze, "go," he speaks as though his daughter missed the obvious, "if she needs someone so badly, coddle her with Gwayne."

Alicent returns to your chambers. Her heart pinched in every which way at the sight of you. Here you stood, clothed in one of the few precious dresses that belonged to your mother— a bride. Dark blue satin and gold jewelry embellished your form. Your brown hair was curled and plaited and pinned. Your face had a glow, only because it was stained with tears. It was terrible and magnificent all at once.

Rhaenyra goes to her best friend, and the two girls clutched hands before walking towards you. Gwayne spots them and gives your hands a tight squeeze. Because of this, you turn from your older brother to your younger sister. Your eyes are pink with melancholy.

"Lord Hand," Alicent mutters, "is deep in his work."

On his daughter's wedding day, thinks Gwayne.

Rhaenyra clenches her jaw, loathing your father more than normal in this moment.

More than your own, you cannot stomach your sister's duress. You stroke her cheek, "I am well now. Worry no more."

Alicent catches Gwayne's expression and knows that is a lie. Still, she smiles and nods, "I am glad," she looks you once over, "you are an exquisite bride, sister."

Rhaenyra offers a smile, "I agree, dear aunt."

Your face twists at the young princess's words, though you knew she meant well. You will away the dreadful sensation in your stomach and manage a smile, "thank you... sweet niece."

You relish their company for as long as you can in this moment. You gather strength from Rhaenyra's smile, from Alicent's touch, and Gwayne's words. Then, all at once, you were alone, walking towards Daemon Targaryen.

In truth, he was not curious of you. He despised you, for after all, you were the spawn of that Cunttower. But, gods, what could possibly be the reason you were taking so long to walk down the aisle? It was not like this room was that big. And so, he turns over his shoulder to inspect you. His hand remains on Dark Sister and his weight still rested mostly on one leg.

He squints at the sight of you, moving like a snail. He is about to roll his eyes, but then he catches a glimpse of your countenance.

Tis strange.

You were not nearly as repulsive as he remembered you, and not nearly as similar in likeness to your rotten twin. How could that be, when it was not only- what, a season since he had pummeled Ser Cuntface to the ground? He will never forget your screaming face in the audience, and how deliciously distressed your father had been from hauling you away.

Even now, as Daemon's lilac eyes appraised your distant silhouette, gliding towards him like a phantom intent on haunting, he second guessed if that weeping woman from the tourney was you. But then he turned to your brother and saw his jaw harden. It was unmistakable then you were the weeping woman, and now, you were his weeping bride.

Gwayne, could not help the way his hands tightened into a fist as he helplessly watched you inch towards his most ardent foe. Beside him, unmoving, stood the very man who allowed such madness to ensue: your father.

You pass the pew that seated your family. Your twin's expression softens. He nods, and you know he means take heart. Your sister does the same. But your father, who stood between his children, does not spare you a glance.

Daemon notices the coldness. He would feel bad, but then again, he has been proclaiming his ill-guided brother's Lord Hand was the biggest cunt in the realm for so long, so he doesn't. Oh, but then you look at him with those beady eyes, and he did not know why his thorax felt uneasy.

Twas strange indeed.

Soon you stood in front of your promised, and, finally, Otto lays his eyes upon you. He does not see you though. He does not see the woman dressed in the garments that once belonged to his wife. He does not see your trembling hand and glassy cheeks. He sees his timid, tremoring, little daughter that he had to leave a moon's length for work. He sees her frail body that shook on her tiny bed and found no comfort in the way he held her tiny hand when he returned.

As the septon begins this damning rite, all he could hear was the voice of the maester that promised the new medicine he procured would heal his girl. As tears rolled down your eyes, he remembers how he nearly killed the maester for feeding you herbs that caused you to retch the little food you had eaten.

Has my child not suffered enough?

Has my child not suffered enough?

ᴴⁱˢ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈ ⁱˢ ᵐᵃʳʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ

Daemon turns to the pew beside the Hightowers' and finds his brother's face. Viserys seemed pleased to witness this wretched affair, as did Aemma, who clutched her pregnant belly. Rhaenyra beside her seemed more interested in you however, or at least the dress that she and Alicent helped dressed you in.

The septon blabbers and tells you both to speak your vows. You do, one as reluctant as the other. Then, as instructed, Daemon cloaks you and presses a kiss on your salty lips.

Twas bittersweet. On one hand, as he takes your clammy one, the image of Otto's face when Daemon told the King that he wanted to marry you comes to mind.

Oh, how excited he was to see the old fool look as though he was a breath away from lunging at him across the table, and how utterly horrendous that he hadn't. He would have simply, and justifiably, killed him. Then all this bother would not have ensued. The look upon the said man's face this moment, now that he's sullied what he so dearly protected, made his stomach giddy.

As the same time, as he held that same clammy hand of yours and felt it tremble, he remembers that you and he were bound. Though not in the manner of his house, he knew he could escape only so much of his wretched duties. Otto's vexation would only last so long, and deep down the cunt must enjoy that his daughter was now a princess. He knew soon Viserys would also begin nagging him again.

But then out of nowhere, he laughs. It was so abrupt that a few guests looked at him in confusion.

How could he forget? There was the matter of your... affliction. Perhaps he can frighten you to death on your wedding bed.

He chuckles once more.

The idea is so delicious, he is in good spirits the whole wedding feast. He does nothing but embarrass and shame you by entertaining literally every other lady save yourself.

What makes matters worse, at least on your end, is that your father refuses to go to your side and forbids not only your brother but as well as your sister from leaving their spots to come to your aid. There was no need to make the matter bigger than it was. You are left alone at your seat at the table, looking nothing but pathetic and weepy.

You sustain such temperament until you're in your marriage chambers, but then you do a funny thing and down two glasses of wine. Daemon laughs at how it spills from your lips, down your neck.

He, who had already much more than a measly two cups, comes behind you and takes the one you loudly prop on the table. You squeak and bolt away when Daemon's arm sneaks up from underneath your own; it only further amuses him.

"V'you a change of heart?" he pours himself a glass, "ready for debauchery, yes?"

You turn unbelievably pale, and it merits the fondest of laughs from your sadistic groom. Daemon drinks and licks the wine off his lips.

You gulp, reaching out a trembling hand.

He raises a brow at it. Suddenly, he's annoyed— twice was much because he has absolutely no idea what the gesture means.

That is, until you speak, "may I have some more?"

One of his faint silver brows raises. Suddenly, he is greedy with the wine he thought tasted too sour on his tongue. However, a curiosity within him urged to hand over the cheap drink, for why did his shivering wife have the nerve for this to be her first words to him?

He watched you throw your head back as you down the wine just as quick as you did the previous ones. He chuckles and crosses his arms. When you turn to Daemon, he tilts his head, "thirsty?"

You inhale deeply, though it is strangled, "for my anxiousness."

It takes a moment for him to realize what you mean, and when he does, his nostrils flare. Had he breathed fire, surely smoke would have come out his nose at this moment. Daemon releases an airy, unamused chuckle and averts his gaze, "eager to bed me, harlot?"

Your throat tightens, for that was not what you meant at all.

You forcibly swallow a lump that forms when he comes to your side. Your throat only further constricts when he grabs and yanks you into his chest. You whimper as he presses his nose against your ear. Goosebumps form when his hot breath hits your ear, "on the bed then."

Your heart thunders as he shoves you towards the bed. You nearly miss it. Actually, only your head and arms touch the cushion, and the rest of your body collides with the floor and the hard bed frame. Your tailbone throbs at the impact, but it doesn't hurt nearly as much as your chest that tightened, and tightened, and tightened and—

You barely manage to gasp. You are hard of breathing when Daemon crouches and grabs your thighs, pulling your skirts up. He feels your flesh tremble beneath his palm. His fingers touch your skin, and it brings him to hiss; you are ice against his burning hands.

He looks up at you. A line forms between his brows. You gasped for air that seemed unwilling to enter your lungs. Not only was your face stained with tears, but as well as your neck now

He mutters, "nyke pendagon jaelā naejot sagon ipradāri," I thought you wanted to get eaten, "I do so find fear delectable."

You continue to slump into the floor until you're a melted mess. You can do nothing but clutch your chest, not that it helps one bit.

Daemon is satisfied at this point. He stands and dusts his hands off. He looks at the pitiful Hightower, your dark locks spilled on the ground as if blood from a crime scene.

"Is that your affliction then, wife?" he tilts his head, "do you seize up when you're nervous?"

You look at him, but do not respond.

"S'rather inconvenient, no?" he sighs, as though he actually cared.

You shut your eyes and curl into a ball.

"Mmm, well, I suppose I will have to claim the womanhood owed of me some other time," he said, uninterested. With that, he exits the room with a skip in his step, pleased to know he had such a tremendous effect on you.

You remain in this turmoil for what felt like hours.

By the time you peel yourself up from the floor, your body is encased in sweat. You command yourself to calm; you cannot afford to slip into another bout of insanity. Your tears cannot be contained as you struggle to undo the ties of your dress; at least tremendous relief comes after you do. You struggle to your feet and remove the pins in your hair while making for the vanity table.

You sit before yourself; your horrid face reflects on the mirror that was far too clear for your liking. As you free your hair from its bounds, you think, perhaps it was fortunate that your husband did not lay with you. At least not tonight.

But then, comes to mind, the argument you with your father. Your chest threatens to tighten again as the severity of his voice replays in your head.

It was no secret, Otto despised Daemon. How then could he be so shocked at your horror of learning he had approved your marriage to him. His raging voice still rings in your head: "you ungrateful fool!"

You fall apart in your palms and nearly succumb to yourself again. Thankfully, you manage to take deep breaths and pick yourself up before you fall apart.

You always knew you were the spare in your father's eyes, but you thought that merited indifference. You did not think he hated you so deeply. How could anyone hand their child to their enemy? Perhaps this was his way of finally having use of you.

A spare. A pawn. Will it ever end?

You go to bed and wrap yourself tightly under the sheets. You stare at the ceiling, praying the same prayer you've prayed since you were eight: Seven, let this be my final slumber.

You nearly choke when you are awoken by such violent shaking. You jolt up, or at least as much as you can from the blankets you were so tightly bound in.

Daemon grins and brings the hands he had shaken you with behind his back, "I would say good morn, but it is apparently opposite to you, wife."

The name makes your skin crawl. You push yourself out of the sheets and sit up. You wipe your face and tell yourself; you must get used to this, "good morrow, husband."

Your brown curls spill down your shoulder as you sigh to yourself. Daemon thinks you look much more palatable this way, unlike yesterday, when your hair was jailed so tightly. He motions with his head, "ta. We make haste to the dragon pit."

Your eyes are suddenly devoid of any trace of sleepiness as you look at him.

His lips remain curled, "it would only be proper to do so, no?" He does not let you retort, as he is already making his way out, "tis Caraxes' right to know who his master has been shackled to," he opens the door, "at least momentarily."

If he was self-satisfied with how you shook under his grasp last night, one can only imagine his exhilaration over your severe disinterest in meeting his mount this morning. What's more, Caraxes could smell your anxiety, and it made him chuff and snap his jaws.

Of course, Daemon chastised his dragon, telling him to obey, even though he very much did not want him to. He eagerly fantasizes: oh, a shame my bride died the day I introduced him to my ride.

A true shame.

"Calm yourself," Daemon sniggers as he forcefully pushes you towards the blood wyrm, "the harder you make this for yourself, the harder it will be."

You found no encouragement in that, for no part of it meant to encourage. You continue to writhe against him, pushing yourself back, only to be pressed against the prince's chest and urged forward. It didn't help that he shackled his hands on both of your wrists, preventing you from elbowing him away.

Though your hair was braided to the side, you still manage to whip it to Daemon's face in your attempt to free yourself, only causing him to be more impatient. You could not help the harrowing shriek that left you when he ultimately brought you to the beast's maw, and the said creature pressed himself against your chest to sniff you.

Caraxes rips away and shakes his head at your piercing reaction. He shrieks in like, as if disapproving, or showing offence. He must exact appropriate retaliation. He draws a deep breath, readying to set you ablaze. Daemon would have let him, had he not been a direct target of his mount's wrath, "keligon, Caraxes!"

Caraxes hisses.

"Keligon!" Stop!

He does not enjoy the order, exemplified by the way he licked his teeth, but obeys, nonetheless. He roars one last time, spit sputtering onto your face as he does. It's enough to make you finally lose your resolve.

You cease your wrangling and find yourself going limp in his arms. Daemon is pleased. He can finally drag you on dragon-back and torment you even more mid-air. What he did not know, however, was that your stomach was tingling; it was not that of the usual dread so familiar to you, but twas familiar still.

Daemon takes you by the arm and tries to make you climb up to the saddle, but then he stills when he hears the sound you make. He pulls away just before the acid from your stomach rushes out of your mouth. You retch so much it comes out of your nose, and you feel yourself grow lightheaded.

"Fucking gods," Daemon recoils in disgust. He turns to one of the dragon keepers and orders you away.

The dragon keeper, who looked far older than your father, spoke to you in a language you could not make out. You understand the part where he says maester as he leads you out of the pit. You manage to convey you no longer needed his assistance once you were out and walked off by yourself. You flinch and shriek when Daemon takes off on Caraxes.

You do not go to the maester's, instead, you have your servants draw you a warm bath and stay in it until it is cold. Only then do you scrub your skin until it is tender.

Once you were clean, you looked for the only person in the world that did not use your name interchangeably with hysteria: your twin.

"That uliginous blinkard," Gwayne slashes the dummy before him. You watch him pace from the bench you were sat upon. "He is incapable of procuring a morsel of dignity out of his wretched existence."

You clench you jaw when he chucks his sword to the ground.

"I should smother him in his sleep."

The thought chills you.

"But then I would be no better than he, would I not?" he seethes as he walks to your side, grabbing the towel beside you.

He wipes his face. You look up at him, a line forming between your brows, "remember you are my confidant, not my vindicator."

"If not I," he chucks his towel back beside you, "then who?" His forehead wrinkles, "an affront to my twin is worse than one to myself."

"Then you would know better than anyone that I share your sentiment," you grab his arm, hoping to calm him down.

His face is hard. He pushes your hand away.

You sigh, "and you know well that I suffer more in circumstances where you've acted on my behalf."

He clenches his jaw. He draws a deep breath and denies the thought with the shake of his head, "father will not hold it against-"

"Father holds everything against me," your eyes instantly water, "he would not be our father if he did not."

Your twin has never spoken your name any other way but in gentleness, yet it is precisely why it chips you apart. Gwayne continues, "be it as it may, but I do not believe that he gave to the prince— certainly not willingly."

You laugh and lift your countenance to the sky. Tears fall from the corner of your eyes, down your ears and neck, "does it matter?"

"It does," he urges, "he fought for you."

"He does not fight for me," you turn back to him, "allow yourself to come to terms with it as I have. It will hurt you less."

Gwayne does not manage a response as someone else speaks in that moment. The way you both tense at the sound is that of instinct.

"You vomited in the dragon pit?"

You turn over your shoulder and shoot up from where you sat. You watch as your father walks towards you. He places a hand on your neck and looks you up and down, "did the prince jostle you so on his ride?"

His touch is like a searing rod against your skin, his eyes, even worse. The raised hairs on your neck remain even as he pulls away. You quietly retort, "I did not even touch his saddle."

"Oh," Otto raises his brows, "then perhaps your affliction is that of you carrying."

Carrying?

Both you and Gwayne are mortified by the idea. You stutter, "s-surely it is not that quick."

"The blood of the dragon runs hot," he sighs, "as he would so boldly proclaim."

Your face burns upon hearing this.

Your father looks past you, "take your sister to the maester at once."

"No, I-"

"Make sure that she is good condition and take note of what will be instructed of her."

"That is not-"

"I am sure she will be required to take further precautions because of her affli-"

"We did not!" you blurt, finally regaining the attention of your father.

Your heart races as Otto looks at you. Suddenly, you are like a deer shot by an arrow, pained and powerless. He is annoyed that you interrupted him, only to say nothing. He presses, "we did not what?"

You take a strangled breath before reply, "we... did not consummate ou-"

"You what?!" he steps forward.

Gwayne immediately takes your arm, eager to get between you two, "father-"

But Otto does the same and pulls you toward him, "you did not consummate, or you did not want to consummate your marriage?"

Gwayne's hold on you falters. Your saliva lumps in your throat, "I-"

"You do understand the consequences if you do not bear your husband heirs, correct?"

You turn to your feet, unable to hold his heated glare, "I-"

"Look at me when I speak to you," he shakes you.

You lift your eyes, and hot tears begin to rush down your face.

"You've proven your point, father," Gwayne blurts, "release her."

"Release her?" Otto redirects his ire. Though he does just that, release you, it feels as though an iron clamp around your neck replaces your father's hold. "Even if I were to release her, boy, your dearest twin sister will not be free of the truth," he turns back to you, "nor my point. Your failure to do what is necessary will lead you straight into the dragon's belly."

You clench your jaw tighter than anyone should.

"Do you understand, girl?"

You nod before you allow yourself to breathe. You blurt, "yes, my lord."

Otto looks you once over before turning and walking away. The moment he is out of sight, you fold like a deck of cards, and Gwayne must keep you upright.

He hushes you and sits you back down. He kneels in front of you, observing if you were about to collapse into another episode. You do not, for he was with you, but you do weep until tears could no longer fall. He leads you to your room after this and urges you to rest.

You repeat the prayer you prayed on your wedding night before you sleep.

[metranart]

Imagine Sukuna stealing control to show you what a REAL ORGASM should feel like after getting fed up with being a spectator to Yuji's lovemaking sessions…

“That’s it,” Sukuna praises, pressing a kiss against your hair, openly ignoring your enthusiastic shivering, “THIS is how it should feel.”

Those thick fingers begin to slid down the delicious curve of your pelvis, trailing down with a velvety soft touch that lit up with hundreds of goosebumps just from his rough fingertips, a sensation so different than when Yuji did it, making you feel curious and less abrasive than you should at being at the mercy of The King of Curses.

Same reason why you didn’t stop his bold advance when two fingers bluntly traced the shape of your pussy, you squeal, nevertheless, allow him to go, up and down your slit, slowly letting those large digits be devoured by your greedy folds, wetting them up to the knuckles and bending them inside of you, making you let out a long, guttural moan.

"S-Sukuna-....ngghh-... I-I..."

Your torturer merely stifles a chuckle against yours sweaty scalp. Sukuna won’t deny his interest in you. Not anymore. At first you only seemed like a distraction, something to entertain himself with when he had the chance, but the more he watched you the more curious he grew. Curiosity that began to consume him, frustration had him cursing Yuji's name, it was torture to be a spectator in his pathetic act of sex, his hips weren't powerful enough while he rammed you, his kisses were clumsy and awfully, sweet, a man that acted more like a boy -too uncontrolled- looking for his own orgasm like a brat.

More than once, Sukuna saw from his cage of flesh how you faked your pleasure, more than once he saw the boredom in your gaze. 

So, when you found one of his fingers in the last mission, he made sure to wore Yuji’s body down to unconsciousness, he had plans for you, he knew it was his way out, his chance to control the vessel’s body and get what he wanted: You.

Everything was going so well, that he licks his lips in silent awe at the sight of you. All curled up ever so adorable inside his strong arms, a small gasp escaping you as your eyes flutter up to look at him with trembling lips as you appear to be shuddering. At this range, the source of this intoxicating obsession, impossible to deny to the king of curses: you're HIS, and it took everything in his power to keep himself from pouncing on you then and there.

"...Mine."

Was all the King can bring himself to whisper under his breath, overwhelmed at how unique and strong the pull you had to his possessive string was, one that tickles at his senses and begs for him to draw you nearer as he digs his fingers deeper inside you. The way you shuffle backwards with a little anxious squeak is so adorable, so fucking precious, and your breathing grows heavier. 

"S-sukuna, Oh my GOD...!"

You finally force out, your voice shaking as you clutch the fabric of his pants to try and hide your enjoyment from the enormous Curse's gaze. Saying Sukuna seem 'different' than when you have encountered him in the middle of a battle is an understatement as you can’t help but feel drawn by his sheer size and presence, something than used to intimidate you, right now was embarrassingly thrilling. Even Yuji's scent had change, he now smelled akin to men's cologne and musk, flooding your senses and making you deliriant.

"That's right, I'm your new GOD, (Y/N)."

His laugh is deep and sinister and it quakes up and down your spine like volts of electricity.

Something about this monster is just... so, so good. It’s... thick, and masculine, and you can’t control the way there was a clenching in your belly, a twitch of need in between your thighs the more he aids you to ride his fingers at a steady pace.

"I can tower endlessly above you, sweet doe." Sukuna whispers to your ear, "such a cute creature you are," purrs diabolically sensual, "trying to move as far back away from my fingers as possible just to end up pressed tighter against my chest," his teeth nip at your earlobe, "...are you doing it on purpose, (Y/N)?"

Your squirms and cries are driving him feral, “Sukuna, keep…k-keep going…. I-I just need… pleeeaaaa-se…. faaaaaaaaster….” 

Sukuna Ryomen shooshes you softly as your moans and groans disperse through the air, and he keeps his movements slow. Letting you chance after the sensation. He didn’t want his sweet little plaything to be unsatisfied, after all.

The bed dips significantly as the large man maneuvered you out of your pajamas, loving the way you squirm while agreeing and surrendering to his caresses, his breathing labored and deep as he rips the layers away from your delicious curves.

Sukuna recalls having heard a handful of conversations that you had with his pathetic vessel about what you liked, and he thinks he knows how to become your obsession as you had become his, but to think that this was, more likely than not, your very first wholehearted orgasm made him positively tingle with excitement.

"I can feel you are close, doe."  The King of curses announce softly as your scent makes him light-headed, arousal stirring in his loins as he just wants to lick and mark you everywhere imaginable. "Look how much you are squirming just for my fingers, my sorceress."

"Yuji-"

"Don't say his name!" heat bristles across your skin, a hungry thrum in between your legs the more possessive Sukuna grows, his hands greedily squeezing you tighter to him, "-not when you're about to cum for me."

It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore the stir he makes you feel, no one had ever done that. He was a villain, a monster... yet, the deep baritone of his voice reverberates through your entire body, full of promises. You can't remember ever being this horny before, to the point your cunt is absolutely throbbing and spasming around his fingers. Closer and closer and closer and FUCK! —

You cum hard around his fingers, digits that now are being tightly wrap around your convulsing walls, trying to fight off the lecherous feeling twisting your loins with pleasure becomes an impossible chore. You could think of nothing else but have that thick, large piece of meat that you knew Yuji owned, stretching you open.

God, you can’t stop from cumming, soaking Sukuna's fingers in your juices. Your entire body melting against the monster behind you, while his hands visit every corner of your skin freely given by you, as your, offering for his orgasmic gift. 

"That was-... that was s-something elseeee," you babble disoriented, heaving like as if you had just run a marathon.

You want him to fuck the life out of you. This was wrong, you knew that, nevertheless, you feel dizzy and hot and so, so needy for him to keep touching you. You want so bad for him to leave love-bites all over you, and for him to use you to make himself cum but also cuddles and kisses, warm skin against warm skin, his feral lips against your naive ones, this glorious beast cooing praise or growling out in pleasure for you.

“As a King with quite a few past conquests under my belt, I know your internal struggle all too well, my little doe.” Sukuna mutters highly amused, burying his nose inside your sweaty scalp, “in the Heian era women offered themselves to me freely, just for the chance of being my concubines,” his thumb is still making circular motions over your swollen clit, lazily. “Such a little human like yourself is no challenge at all considering your young hormones,” he presses that fat thumb harder to your bundle of nerves and you jump, making him chuckle unworriedly. 

“… And even if you try to fight me off,” his other hand grabs at your jaw, tilting your chin up to make eye contact for his message to stab you deep, “a man of my strength would have no problem pinning you down and claiming your body for myself.”

Those crimson, sharp orbs are so piercing, your breath catches inside your lungs, “-I could make you submit with my power, whisper orders in your ear and make you beg for my cock,” your gasp slips out and he chuckles, “but I won’t…”

Your lips mouth a silent ‘why not?’ and Sukuna almost bend you then and there to fuck your brains out and carve the shape of his cock inside your tight, gummy walls, but he restrained himself. The growl that came out between his clenched teeth, a clear sign of his struggle.

He could do it, as easy as breathing, but he WON’T! you were no common whore! You were going to be his, HIS darling, the only soul who could EVER say that Ryomen Sukuna needed while sporting the flesh of a human, he wanted nothing more than to boast his power, his experience of a thousand years and prove how great of a lover/husband/owner he was going to be to you.

You look at him with eyes fill with need, and it forms a lump in Sukuna’s throat, licking his lips with anticipation.

“You are going to freely choose to be mine, not the brat's." Sukuna start, reaching out for you with those strong tattooed hands and your pussy clenches. A voracious smirk twists those borrowed lips sinisterly. You have no idea what awaits you, what this demon has planned for you, you have no idea how thirsty, desperate and volatile you've made him… but you're about to find out…

🔞➡️ COMPLETE 8K SMUTTY FANFIC COMMISSION IN MY PATREON (Includes NSFW Art from scenes of the story)

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek of artwork of this story

[affableramen]

this idea has been living rent-free in my mind jealous!pantalone early stage of relationship, spy and criminal themes

Jealous!Pantalone was coming up with a plan to expose an evil merchant who had been plotting something big and cruel against Teyvat economy. This particular merchant abused power and destroyed many innocent lives. Yet the mastermind Pantalone is, he created a strategy to take over this nasty man’s plans and finally unveil his dirty business. Yet this whole plan had a big flaw - your involvement.

Pantalone, Tartaglia and Arlecchino were all at his desk while he was explaining the rules of the “game” he plotted against the merchant. At last, you enter the room but, good god—what are you wearing?

“I’ll be the bait.” In extraordinary clothes you shine like a precious diamond, and the glittery makeup makes your rounded eyes the centre of attention.

Arlecchino looks at you with approving and slightly proud look - what a bold move you’ve taken for the sake of Fatui’s secret mission. Tartaglia agreed too:

“She is the only one who can do it”, though his words sounded ambiguous and indefinite, Tartaglia coughed into his fist and explained, “I mean… She kind of seduced you too, Pantalone. I think she can work her charms on another merchant just fine.”

“And besides - it will be nothing more than just shallow flirt.” Arlecchino glared at Tartaglia who just could not shut his mouth in time.

Pantalone stopped writing and almost dropped his pen but gripped it immediately then.

“Absolutely not. We’re not doing it.”

He sounded more gloomy and grumpy than usual, not a hint from the familiar friendly-mannered and charming Harbinger.

Everyone stared at him like if he were an idiot.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Y/N won’t be the bait. I do not allow it, even if it is simply for mission purposes.”

“I will simply talk to the target and look pretty, nothing more nothing less”, you finally said, but that did little to convince Pantalone. He shook his head, the Knave and Childe fell silent.

“Are you jealous?” you crossed your arms.

“No.” Pantalone turned away and continued drawing the plan. “This task is extremely dangerous, I refuse Y/N’s involvement.”

“Yes, he obviously is. If I were him, I would feel jealous too”, said Arlecchino nonchalantly.

“Come on, give her a try, Pants. We don’t really have another choice. There should be a beautiful lady involved in such missions. As if someone would die of it!” He rolled his eyes.

Arlecchino gave you a smirk.

“What are you two blabbering about?!” Pantalone finally exploded. “I won’t let her go—not looking like…this!”

“Looking like…what exactly?” Arlecchino was not happy with his choice of words.

To shift the attention in some way and prevent a conflict you used the red lipstick and rubbed your lips together.

“Then it’s decided.”

This little action made Pantalone bite his own dehydrated lips as the sight of you was so intoxicating.

“Is that enough to charm our target?”

“Too much for some greedy old man.” Pantalone responded earlier than Tartaglia or Arlecchino could open their mouths.

“Relax.” You said to him silently.

“How am I supposed to—when you’re going to work your charms on another man?”

“We need it for a job. We need it to take the damn criminal down.”

Pantalone hit the desk with his fist furiously.

“Fuck the plan, I don’t want to sit and watch you flirt with an old jerk.”

Arlecchino and Tartaglia gave each other a knowing glance and left the room.

“You two decide it between yourselves.”

When everyone left Pantalone grabbed you by your hips and set you on top of his desk and kissed you in the lips passionately.

“Stop—come on—you’ll ruin my makeup!”

He only stopped for a second to look at your face again before proceeding to kiss you more anxious and desperate. After a while he pulled away, breathing heavily, like a pathetic jealous old man he is.

“You may flirt with the target but under one condition”, still gasping for breath profusely he says quietly, his fingers lingering on your shoulders as if he were discreetly trying to hug you.

“What is it, [Pantalone's real name]? What are you afraid of?”

One hand appeared on your cheek and he stroked it gently and affectionately.

“You’re going to seduce me later.”

“You’re unbelievable!” You chuckled under your breath. The audacity and bluntness of this man were insufferable. “But I promise to stay safe and come back to you after this all ends.”

[laswells-ashtray]

New here but already in love with the way you write Price and Nikolai, so I have an idea for you.

I saw the hybrid COD idea and was thinking about how Price would never show his wings to anyone except those who keeps close(his boys, Laswell, Mac, etc), but he only shows them one because the showing of both wings is something reserved for significant others, which is something John thought he’d never have.

Cue Nikolai coming in and turning his whole life around, and now they’re sitting in one of John’s favorite quiet places and having a drink when the dragon hybrid gets up suddenly and turns to face Nikolai, a look of content and bliss in his eyes as he stretches his wings to their full height and show them to the pilot in all their glory.

At first, Nikolai is stunned because- it had taken damn near years to get this powerful captain to trust him, to be around him, and to learn to love him, and now all of a sudden on a warm evening he’s showing off his wings to him of all people?

Needless to say he’s stunned and immediately wraps John in his arms, large form surrounding the dragon’s easily despite his own large size.

Aaaand.. yeah! That’s all I got.

Awwww, that's so fucking cute and very John, to do it without any warning.

John, watching Nikolai discuss the mechanics of a heli: I need this man in my life forever and I need him in my bed without the next two hours.

I think touching a dragon's wings is a big nuh-uh unless you're someone close to them, or a medic because God forbid John go a single mission without getting fucking injured.

Kate has felt them because despite having a master poker face, John could tell she was curious and he trusts her completely. He just took her hand and rested it on her wing, because she's Kate she asked him if he was sure and he nodded. She ever so gently trailed her fingers across his wing and hummed approvingly. "They're nice... Sturdy." "That stops being a good thing when you clobber them off of something."

The boys have all felt one of his wings. It's grounding for Simon when he needs it, Gaz treats it as something precious; being allowed to feel a dragon's wing is a unique experience and Soap is more often that not the one to tell John that he needs to visit the medic because he's a little scratched up.

MacMillan has felt his wing because John has always been a reckless arse and back in the day, Mac was the only one he'd let patch it up because the medics at the time were a bit too heavy-handed and it was either that or John tried to do it himself. He can't twist at the right angles to patch up his own wings. He has a habit of always injuring the right one, too.

Nikolai? Nikolai spends his mornings lazily drawing the shape of a heli against John's wing when they're in bed together in the morning and the other wing is wrapped around him. He does it so often that John knows just from the touch that it's a heli. "Again?" "You complained when it was a penis." "...You're right, carry on."

Nikolai drapes a blanket over John's wings because Soap joked that if they did it then they could make Price look like Batman and Nik's curiosity got the better of him.

He wraps tinsel around the tips of one of his wings at Christmas just to see if John will let him away with it, John does. And John will, every time.

[johnwickb1tsch]

bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 16 all chapters

~AUTHOR'S WARNINGS: N$FW, SEXUAL CONTENT, COPIOUS SWEARING, TOXIC POSESSIVENESS , IF SOMEONE TREATS YOU LIKE THIS IN REAL LIFE RUN RUN RUN BC IT WILL NOT TURN OUT WELL U CANT FIX THEM~

-Aware that John Wick knows this city much better than you, you stick to the crowds. You manage to find your way to the Peggy Guggenheim collection, and you hang out there for hours, looking through the art works, but really only half seeing what is in front of you.

You are devastated.

You’ve had controlling boyfriends before, and it was not fun. They seem exciting at first, until the person you were before is eaten alive by their tantrums and their ridiculous expectations as they try to fit you into a box of their own making.

You can’t believe John turned out that way.

Or maybe you can. Maybe you have a fucking type, and you should have seen this coming.

You stay almost until closing, then grab a bite to eat before daring to wander the streets. You find a little walled in park, a courtyard filled with lush greenery and a tinkling fountain. By some miracle, there is only one other couple on a bench at the far end. You practically have the place to yourself, and you sit down on a wrought iron bench with a sigh and eat your sandwich.

You pull out your sketchbook afterwards to pass the time. Your doodling hand wanders, and perhaps its no surprise when you draw John Wick from memory, his proud lips and haunted eyes. There are tears running down your cheeks as you do so. When it gets too much, even though you’re in public, you hang your head and weep into your hands.

Darkness falls, and you know you should be getting back. The bench has long ceased to be comfortable, and yet it’s like you have grown into it, unable to move.

Even with your head down, when someone sits silently down beside you, you just know it’s John.

You do not look at him, and thankfully he does not try to touch you.

“It’s getting late, y/n. You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is,” he insists, sounding almost tired about it. You hate it that your demeanor softens towards him, just a little.

“You broke my heart, Mr. Wick.”

“I was afraid I might.” He is sitting with his elbows on his knees, his hands clasped in front of him. “Would you let me make it up to you?” 

“I'm not sure that's a good idea.” 

“No?”

“No. I think you have a mean streak.” 

He had tried to warn you, you realize, in his way.

God, are you really such a fool?

“Doesn't everyone?” 

You make a sound between your teeth, and he nods like you have said something profound. 

“I'm not a nice man, y/n. But I would be good to you.”

“Like last night? I didn't like that.”

The corner of his mouth curves in a wicked smirk, and your heart skips a beat in your chest, damn him. Was the contrition all an act?

“Yes you did.”

“Not the last part.”

“Hmm. I tried to warn you.”

In the vaguest terms possible, maybe.

“My fanny.”

He raises an eyebrow to that, and you’re not sure why that little gesture wounds you like a knife to the heart all over again. Perhaps because he is beautiful, and even though you know he’s dangerous for you, you still want him so very much.  

You start to cry again, and try to get up from the bench. You need to get away from him, because you can’t think straight when he’s near.

“Y/n, wait.” He catches your wrist, and when you don’t really fight him, he pulls you down into his lap, and goddammit if this isn’t what you’d wanted all along. You feel small in his arms, cradled against his long torso and sheltered in the bend of his neck, even if in your hindbrain you know you are not actually safe at all. He strokes your hair until you quiet, and he kisses your temple like you are something precious.

How can this man be so sweet, just to turn on you?

“Why did you leave me, like that?”

You just do not understand. You could have had a lovely, fulfilling, mind-blowing if not vanilla night together. He’d laid all the groundwork like a master orchestrator, and you would have let him fuck you senseless. Fuck, you wouldn’t have even minded the tying up part, if he just hadn’t humiliated you.

“Because…” His lips ghost along the line of your jaw, and you fight not to squirm as his large hand slides up your thigh, his fingertips feather light on your skin. “Only good girls get to cum,” he says low in your ear, and you hate how it makes you ache between your legs, to hear him talk to you that way.

Outwardly, you do your best to keep your cool.

“And touching your hair made me a bad girl?”

“No.”

“Disobeying you did.”

“Yes.”

“That’s kinda fucked up.”

“Maybe.” He actually seems a little amused by you, which is not the reaction you were expecting. “I like to be in control. But you make me feel...unbalanced.”

“Me?” You sound incredulous. The thought that you could affect this powerful man in such a way seems absurd.

“Yes, you, kitten.”

The urge to demand he not call you that desiccates on your tongue. 

“So...what? You feel the need to take revenge for that?” 

“Maybe. I thought you knew the game we were playing, when you batted those big eyes up at me. Mr Wick, Sir, aren’t I a good girl?” His fingers dig into your thigh with the memory, and you can feel his growing erection beneath you. “But you’re just an innocent, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“You’re used to boys just eating out of the palm of your hand. But I am a man, with a man’s appetites, and a man’s desires.”

He was a little more than that, you reckoned.

“You want to control me.”

“That’s part of it.”

“Why?”

He smirks. “Maybe I had a rough childhood.”

You can’t tell if he’s joking or not.

“I want to take care of you.” He kisses your cheek again, and it is gentle and sweet and everything you had wanted from Mr. Wick, before this all went sideways. “I want you to be mine.”

You are not proud of the way those words unleash a fluttering swarm of butterflies in your belly, your breath quickening in your chest. You are proud when you manage to answer, “I don’t need taking care of.”

He just snorts lightly at that, as if it’s not even worth arguing over. “Come back to the hotel room with me. I promise I’ll finish what I started. With interest.” His hand slowly slides up your thigh, just beneath the skirt of your sundress, and you think you might die. You should not want this man, after what he did to you.

The ache between your legs suggests otherwise.

You give yourself some points, when you shake your head.

“No. I’m going back to my hostel.”

The shift in his demeanor gives you whiplash, a thunderhead of a frown pulling his handsome features. “Need to get back to your little friend Javi?” The jealousy in his tone hot as a brand. “Did he try to kiss you again?”

Your heart drops to your feet.

“How did you know he tried to kiss me?” you ask, your voice so small.

That was in Rome, after all.

What should have been obvious before comes crashing in, and you realize what a little fool you’ve been. That feeling that someone’s been watching you, and John’s so convenient and coincidental appearance outside the alley…

“Holy shit. You’ve been following me.”

“I’ve been protecting you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have no idea what the world is really like, sweetheart. It’s a dangerous place.”

You frown at this.

“So…you think I’m stupid?”

“No, of course not.”

“You think I can’t take care of myself then.”

“I think I found you wandering around here like a lost little lamb. There are monsters here who would have gobbled a sweet little treat like you up in one bite.”

The fact that he sees you that way is more alarming than the thought of some unnamed threat in the shadows.

For some reason it makes you think of the men in the van back home—and how that van was found empty and on fire.

“How do you know about the monsters, John?”

“I just know.”

“You said you weren’t a cop. Were you FBI?”

He glares at you, which you take as a no.

“Interpol?”

You are met with silence, and you nod, mostly to yourself.

“You know about the monsters because you are one.” You think about those fierce looking Italian men with their scars and their bespoke suits. His previous words echo in your memory. Sono retirato.

“Were you in the mob?”

“Not…specifically.”

Then you remember he’d said he was from Belarus.

“Bratva, then.”

You should be terrified as you work all this out, trapped in the circle of this man’s arms, but you feel strangely numb about it all.

“My clever girl.” He sounds almost sad about it.

“Not clever enough,” you sigh.

You are not sure who is more surprised, you or him, when you burst to your feet. You actually manage to slip out of his grasp, though you only make it three steps before he captures your wrist again with a grip like an iron manacle. He gives you a dark look, annoyed that you would even try to play this game with him.

You remember what you learned in martial arts class a lifetime ago, pointing your thumb down towards the weak point of his grip and trying to jerk free. It’s worked before, with grabby men.

Not with John Wick, though.

“Stop.” Again, there’s that steely tone. The alpha voice one uses to reprimand a naughty dog. It only makes you angrier, and you struggle.

He pulls you hard against him, and you bite his hand. He doesn’t let you go, just adjusts his grip. “I didn’t want to do it this way,” he snarls low in your ear. “But you are so fucking stubborn.”

“Thank you.” You try to headbutt him behind you, but he ducks into the bend of your shoulder. You feel his chest trembling against your back, and only belatedly do you realize he is laughing at you.

“Enjoying this?”

“A little.”

“There’s no fucking way you can get me out of here without someone seeing. Let me go.”

He just sighs into your hair, like you’ve said something extremely naïve.

The arrival of newcomers into the park catches both of your attention. You lift your head, ready to ask for help, when you recognize the besuited tough guys from before.

Well, fuck.

“You've got some balls, showing your face around here, John Wick. Gianna d’Antonio’s son sends his greetings.”

“This isn’t a good time,” he snarls in return.

“Sorry, are you too busy fighting with your little girlfriend?”

He actually releases you then, pushing you to stand behind him. They are blocking the exit, so for now, you comply.

“You know how this will go,” John says, assuming a ready stance, his feet spread. He almost sounds regretful about it. “Do yourselves a favor, and leave.”

“Can’t do it, John,” says the one in the lead.

“For fuck’s sake,” curses John under his breath. The lead Italian makes a move, and John bursts into action. He is like a tornado of carnage upon them, throwing punches and breaking arms, cutting tendons and stabbing throats.

You are absolutely frozen as you watch all this unfold before you.

That is, until one of the thugs throws a knife at John, and you watch it bury in his chest. This is the thing that breaks your spell, and you run towards the fray with a scream, though who the fuck knows what you intend to do.

However, like he wasn’t just stabbed in the heart, John takes another attacker’s gun, pistol whipping him with it before shooting the knife thrower, then the last one standing. It cannot have been more than minute, before all of them are dead at his feet. He leans on his bent knees for a moment, catching his breath.

“John?” You hardly recognize your own voice as you rush to him, certain he’s taken a lethal blow and somehow fought through it with the surge of adrenaline. However, when you peel back his suit jacket you find no blood. He lets you look him over with frantic hands, maybe enjoying the fact that you don’t wish him dead, before pulling the still protruding knife from the breast of his jacket.

When he produces the little leather journal you’d gifted him from his inside pocket, now gravely marred with a puncture through the cover, you understand.

“Holy fuck.”

“You saved my life,” he says with an odd little smile down at you, as though all this is normal and what you just saw is totally ok.

Utterly horrified, you run.

“Y/n, wait!”

You throw yourself into the dark winding streets, taking any turn you can, trying to stay out of sight. Your feet fly beneath you; even in your shitty strappy sandals, it’s the fastest you’ve ever run.

It’s not fast enough.

When strong arms close around you, lifting you from the ground, you try to scream. A big hand clamps over your mouth, and you find yourself pressed hard into a stone wall. “Please, calm down,” he pants in your ear, out of breath from killing four people then running you down.

Your answer of, “Are you fucking kidding me?” is nothing but muffled syllables.  

“Goddammit,” he sighs behind you, rifling in his pocket for something as he pins you with his body. “This is not how I wanted this to go.”

Your pitiful plea of “Let me go,” is cut off by an evil-smelling cloth shoved into your nose.

[apomaro-mellow]

allo friend! i have an writing thought for you: steddie au -> artist!steve who draws random strangers that inspire him for tiktok or something similar and draws musician!eddie, not knowing who he is, just drawing him and adding him to the long list of people he’s drawn.

The video started as it normally did, with a close up of Steve's face as he exclaimed, "Drawing random strangers because everyone is beautiful and deserves to be immortalized!" And then cut to a view of his sketchbook in his lap as the video sped up to show him drawing a person.

He never showed the real life person, only their image captured through his hands. Of course, thanks to the virality of some of them, on occasion, people would find out that they'd been drawn and would stitch their reactions to it.

Steve held up the finished drawing of a man sitting on a park bench with a rottweiler, leashed and sitting at his side. The man was smiling down while his dog had his head in his lap, giving him the biggest eyes as he got scratches behind his ear.

"I love drawing dogs, they're just the sweetest. And some breeds like rotties get a bad rep. Anyway, join me next time for more random strangers!"

tacklepizza: "random stranger" draws Eddie Goddam Munson

9epper8utterfly: is he playin or nah? i cant tell with this guy

idiot-cinnamon: imagine people watching and Beyonce walks by like

Steve looked at the comments on his latest video and was definitely confused. He'd never heard of Eddie Munson. It was times like this, he really felt his age on the app. He considered asking who it was or just googling it to save himself the embarrassment, but he didn't even have to do that. Before long, Dustin sent him a tiktok. And the first thing he saw was the man he had drawn.

Oh god, he was reacting to it.

There was something slightly embarrassing about hearing his own voice in someone else's video.

"I got tagged, I can't tell you how many times in this damn thing, so it better be good. I appreciate and support the arts, so let's see what this guy's got. Just a paper and a pencil, you know there's beauty in simplicity. Oh there's a little doggy. You know Cocoa and I went out earlier and she-wait, was someone else walking my dog? Wait?" He leaned in until the video only showed his eyes and the top of his head as he looked as close as he could.

"Wait, shit", he started to laugh. "Holy shit that's me! Me and my baby, oh doesn't she look precious", he cooed.

Steve felt his heart flutter. It was always good when people complimented his art but...coming from this man...this beautiful man...

"That looks fucking amazing dude, and to do it on the fly? And I know I didn't stand still. Okay, I needa get in touch with this dude. It might be for some album art or maybe me and Cocoa will finally get that family portrait, but I gotta get some of his art. Does he do commissions?"

Steve did in fact do commissions. And it took less than a day for him to get a DM from one Eddie Munson, inquiring about his services.

[hanasnx]

my love indy let me hop on this Hayden + young starlet thread because I'm living for it !!!!

but instead of being a singer, you're like a young model and people and media are going crazyyy about you two as a couple. Like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?" no one understands why you would date someone so much older than you

and he kinda gets off of it. reminding you of the age gap and bullying for liking an old man like him. kinda like in your parent trap au!

you even start having sex once after reading a headline about you two in a red carpet, his hand over your ass and people losing it

would it be weird if you admit in the middle of an interview that he was your childhood crush but also thats so hot for reader because damn you made it girl you're living your dream

mina. you don’t know what you fucking did to me with this line: “you admit in the middle of an interview that he was your childhood crush” i was silently screaming for like 30 seconds.

as a toddler watching him play characters like sam monroe, scott barringer, or anakin skywalker. you had wall-to-wall posters of him. and ofc you don’t tell him that until later, you try meet him as a person first instead of a fan. when you find the appropriate time to mention it, he thinks it’s so fucking precious. drawing you into him to scoldingly swat your ass so you jar against him, bracing on his shoulders, and he gives you a little peck.

“did you keep that from me on purpose?”

i love that you called her “starlet” im obsessed with that. starlet!reader. oh my god.

everything about this message i’m obsessed with actually. “”how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pull y/n’s ass”” obsessed. i’m not even fucking kidding rn. a model dating someone so much older than her when she could have anyone. i’m so fucking horny for this idea. mina. you beautiful genius.

the red carpet picture with his hand on your ass !!!! shut the fuck up!!!!!! eeeeeee !!! and then fucking about it !!!! ass man ass man ass man !!!!! and i can imagine the picture, you’re in a form fitting dress that flares out more at the bottom, and it frames your legs so perfectly. and his hand is at the top of your ass, your tailbone area. no grab, nothing obscene, just a healthy.. boyfriend .. hand on your ass… i feel faint

[rexxmako]

raise the curtains! bring up the lights! the [EXTREMELY NICHE APOCALYPSE AU] neighborhood is coming to town!!

scroll for design notes and whatnot :D

i wish i knew how to draw Ray and Gobblette and Pearl and Gordon but i'll have to learn and practice as i go. these are all you get for now until i draw them decently

design notes below :]

Ricky

good god he's had so many reworks. he used to have a lighter skin tone and no dreadlocks and it was sooo off-putting to look at back then

i'm really glad i redesigned his human version

i took the color of his sock body and used it for his major hair color

also thought it'd be neat for him to have patches on his body. he's not exactly human because of this lol

he has earrings cos he's bonita as fuck

he has his bowtie undone but always has it on him because he never wants to forget abt his show days :(

Vi

my OC :D she's the baby of the group. she's human btw

also a child star of the show from the age of 3 or 4 to 8 years old

the main character of LDM (the name of the apocalypse au)

she's absolutely precious

her hair color is natural btw. fuckin anime protagonist ahh hair

Junebug

she is soooo the type to decorate her outfits with patches and decal

an absolute cutie pie gahh i love her

her hair's surprisingly easy to draw

girlie is the whole definition of pretty in pink <3

Lilianna

mother

tried to make her look older than the rest

her hair was pretty tricky to draw hh

also the flower pin on her collar - she does actually have a flower in her og design so thought it'd be cool if mb Junebug gave her the pin

a sunhat wouldn't be practical but a bandana would. decided to give it flower patterns because the hat has a flower on it too.

the color palette took so much trial and error. worth it tho

Lenard

SILLY GUY <3

idc he needed dreads they suit him fight me

one of his voice lines starts with "music? music! oh, i love it so much!" so why not give him music note patches

he also originally has a missing eye but i decided to make him half-blind instead? idk lemme know if this should be changed or not idk if im doing him justice

George

NAH MAN I COOKED LIKE???

i sketched him out on a sticky note in under 5 mins. best piece of trad art i ever made ong

and i've had his design in mind for a while but i didn't know how to sketch him out digitally so i went for traditional and it WORKED

i imagine him as the oldest of the Neighbors but not that much older than Lilianna

he has a missing eye in the game too but for variation i gave him an eyepatch (homage to the Stage 5 pirate variant of him)

his outfit was really easy i just referenced his usual clothing

his grey streaks gahh. he's so old i love him

popeye ahh mf

Norman

fuckin basic-ass bitchass white boy bitch /j

the most normal one of the bunch is the hardest to design. sobs

i need ways to enhance him / make him stand out more send help aaafhggk

EDIT 1: @witheringmascotmess had the suggestion to give him injuries since he's in a lot of warning/caution posters around the studio in the game. i think that's so smart like genuinely! so thank you for the idea fam :D i also tried to make his face a little rounder idk lol

[gotstabbedbyapen]

But now we must know, what are your headcanons for the first generation of Gods siblings? Personally? Zeus isn’t allowed to swim with Poseidon cause they always fight and Zeus goes toaster in bathtub mode where he’s the toaster.

I haven't considered Zeus doing the "toaster in bathtub" thing. Thank you Anon, I will put this into my HC list :3333

Now on with the first-generation Olympians (it's gonna be a long ride, so strap on!)

Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon were swallowed when they were young kids/nearing adolescence, not newborn babies. I want Kronos and Rhea's family to have some years of happiness together before the prophecy ruin them all.

Out of the Big Six, Demeter and Hades look the most alike to Kronos (unrelated note: Persephone looks the most alike to Kronos out of the 2nd gen)

Demeter is Kronos' favorite child because she shares his power over agriculture. Kronos has even planned her future to be his successor as goddess of the harvest.

Poseidon has the fear of dark, closed places due to his trauma of being locked in Kronos' stomach. During his first centuries ruling the ocean, he cannot stay in his kingdom at night because the realm gets extremely dark and it paranoid him. Poseidon can't go to the deep trenches either.

To cope with his fear, Poseidon's bedroom is filled with bioluminescent algae and jellyfish.

After escaping Kronos' stomach, Hera was sent to take refuge at Oceanus and Tethys' place. Around this time, she became besties with Amphitrite (I see Amphi as a daughter of Nereus but she is close with the other sea deities too)

Thetis and Hera's friendship is underrated. Hera, Thetis, and Amphitrite have occasional girl's nights where they ditch their spouses to spend time together.

As besties Hera and Amphitrite share the same taste in men *looking at Zeus and Poseidon*

Hera and Amphitrite were not happy when Zeus married off Thetis. Oh boy, there were a lot of screaming and fighting for Thetis' behalf.

It was very surprising when Thetis later made her husband Peleus immortal (there is a version of that lol)

Zeus and Poseidon created the electric eel and other aquatic animals that produce electricity. The purpose? Ask them.

When Hebe was training to become the cupbearer of the gods, Zeus watched over her and gave her tips from time to time. He used to be the cupbearer of Kronos, too.

I am seriously contemplating on whether Poseidon have a thing for Odysseus or not. Like in "I want to fuck you up both ways".

Hades doesn't outright ban the others from coming to the Underworld. The reason he doesn't like them visiting often is because some will ask (read: screaming and crying at) him to resurrect their favorite mortals.

Hades adopted Cerberus some times after Typhon (Cerberus' bio father) was defeated and the doggo had nowhere to go. From then on Cerberus was living in luxury in the Underworld with the only job is to guard the door.

Hades has a messed up sense of humor after centuries of dealing with the dead, and Persephone got infected as well. If you ask Hades "Can you give me a hand?" he will give you an actual hand.

Hades x Persephone x Minthe OT3 is real.

Hades isn't some gloomy dark man. Yeah, he wears black a lot but also with gleaming gems and fine jewelries (you know, god of precious minerals and all).

You don't believe me? Here's the testimony:

(tfw your husband rocks his dress prettier than you :DDD)

The three kings didn't draw lots to determine who will rule which realm. During the Titanomachy, they grew fond over their future kingdom and showed hints of belonging to them.

Poseidon's first hint of becoming King of the Sea is that he makes lots of sea puns. Like, a lot.

They also don't have total rule over their kingdoms. Their authority is above all but still under the Primordials of their respective realms (Zeus is under Nyx, Poseidon under Pontus, Hades under Tartarus). Every time they make major changes in their kingdom, they have to consult the Primordials first.

Demeter isn't officially crowned ruler of the Mortal Realm but they all know she is in charge of the whole place.

Even though the Big Six preside over lots of domains, they don't always tend to each one themselves but have lesser deities like dryads, naiads, nepheles, etc. to assist them while they act like the head directors.

The marriages of the three kings and queens are more about political power than love. It's not that they don't have some feelings for each other though.

When they were young and Zeus is courting Hera, he once put on a peacock tail to woo her.

Demeter is married to Leto and they raised Persephone, Artemis, and Apollo together. I don't take objection.

All of the second-generation Olympians were taken care of by Hestia at least one time.

Do not mistake Hestia's dislike of violence for her incapability of inflicting violence. She can cause more damage than your mental health is prepare for.

Hestia doesn't yell or hit others, but disappointing her is the biggest crime.

Demeter makes the best vegetable dishes, roasts, soups, anything. Kids love veggies because of her. She can make you love broccoli with one meal.

Headacanon but also true myth: Demeter adopted and raised lots of kids on her own. Many of them later became her companions or spread the agricultural knowledge they learned from her to humanity. They all love mama Demeter.

Hera treats her daughters better than her sons, but it's because she is learning from her mistakes in bringing up Ares and Hephaestus. She isn't the best but she is trying everyday.

Zeus doesn't hate Ares, but what he reflects. Ares is a raw reminder of a darker side of Zeus that he'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

I've made this joke before but it's still relevant: The only thing more complicated than advance mathematics is Zeus and Hera's relationship with Ares.

Zeus' favorite children are Athena and Apollo, obviously. His least favorite (as in he doesn't care enough compared to others) are Ares and Persephone.

Iris and Chloris/Flora are not straight because of Hera, but they know they won't have any chances with her.

Zeus' first lover is Aëtos, an earth-born man who was his childhood friend when he lives in Crete.

In the modern world, the lock screen of Hera's phone has the picture of her family being happy together. And her home screen is the pic of Zeus in a Pikachu onesie.

[besamehyuka]

Test My Strength

Warning: Mild Violence: Smacking

This has smut meaning it has sex in it. If you don't like it, then don't read! Simple!

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just bend you over and take what's mine y/n?" Changbin growled, his large and veiny hands gripping your ass as his threats were clear but falling on deaf ears.

You didn't know why he was acting so dramatic, you did nothing wrong, in-fact all you had done was be nice every member, not just Felix. But for right now though, all you had done was played video games with Felix, there was absolutely no reason for your muscled boyfriend to be punishing you at this moment.

You rolled your eyes and continued fiddling with the bright pink controller in your hands, Felix's eyes popping out of his head as he swallowed, not wanting to be in the center of any relationship dilemma, he began to get up, walking towards to the door just as Changbin stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bin asked, drawing out a loud and clear growl from the back of his throat, long and guttural.

"Um, well i was going to go to my room, it sounded like you two needed some time alone..." Felix responded honestly, biting his lip trying to calm the situation down by leaving.

"No, I'll go with you Fel-"

Just as you were about to get up and head out with Felix, Changbin grabs you by your thighs and slams you on your back, causing a gust of wind to leave your lungs, making your eyes widen huge in comparison to what they were before.

Changbin was strong you knew that, but he had never used his strength on you like this, it made you wonder, what did you do that made him so upset, and how could you do it again?

"You like when you ignore your daddy and give all your precious attention to a man that doesn't even want you, huh?" He asks, cupping your face in his hands before leaving a harsh smack across your pretty cheek and he smirks, loving the way he senses how turned on you are by this.

Your panties are dripping and you're just dying to just get them off, god, the way Changbin's looking at you made you want to act up more. But right now, you had no idea what you did.

His eyes are accumulated in anger, his happiness is worn away and his giddiness is completely gone with pure bred anger, he's a completely different person. A demon even.

He notices how much you enjoy being manhandled so he decides to take it up a notch, lifting you up in his strong arms, tugging your bottoms off in one quick motion, he growls and slaps you again in pure frustration.

"So, was MY baby planning on fucking him, hmm? Was MY baby planning on using my best friend for her pleasure?" He asks, but deep down he knows you would never use another man, he's just deprived of your attention, and now he just wants to get to the main course.

He lifts you up above his head and pins you to the wall harshly, not wasting anytime before devouring your sweet clit, slurping and making loud wet sucking sounds. Filling the room with his talented tongue skills and your moans, making sure you knew who you belonged to.

And god, did you know without a doubt.

"Fuck Binnie!" You cried out, trying to reach for his hair, for his shoulders, for his back, for anything, but you couldn't, all you could grab onto was the wall behind you, scratching at the paint, your nails acting as paint thinner.

Changbin didn't care, all he needed to do was remind you of who you belonged to, and damn it was he doing a good job. His tongue working like magic on your folds as you screamed, surely waking everyone up in the dorms, but you could care less.

What was going on in-between your thighs was your main priority, and with a final show of just how strong he was, Changbin began to rock you back and forth against his tongue, hitting spots you never knew were possible.

With a gasp and a scream you came, and as soon as you came to you realized, Felix had never even left the room, instead he was standing in the corner watching the scene onfold.

"Now.... I hope you know who you belong to, and as for you Felix, did you enjoy the show. Because that's all you will be seeing." Bin said with a possessive tone, glaring at the younger boy, taking his que, Felix darted out of the room.

"Binnie! i wasn't-"

"Now now princess, you don't think it's over do you? The floor and bed are completely dry, i think we can change that, don't you?"

[mrsarnasdelicious]

EACON4

This is not farewell. This is only see you someday. Somewhen...

What a weekend. So many friends, so much laughter, so many hugs. All of the love.

It started as one of these weekend ought to start, with a canceled train. The train from Hollandse Rading to Utrecht would not depart, so I had to wake up my partner, who was so sweet to bring me to Utrecht. This did enable me to get a train earlier to Rotterdam, leaving me ample time to figure out what platform the train to Paris would depart from and to get @sihtricfedaraaahvicius some breakfast.

We sat in separate compartments for the journey to Paris, though. I talked to a very friendly family who was going to Disney and their daughter made me a few drawings, which was so super adorable.

At Charles De Gaule we met @sihtricsafin and my Scottish friend Beka, who said she'd spotted Arnas at Glasgow airport and likely been with him on the same plane. Beka and I headed to our hotel and checked in. She had a room on her own and I shared one with one of my very best friends, Mary.

Around four I got ready and @lucile-frenchfornerds braided my hair. She and I headed out to the con hotel to gather out con tickets and wait for the cocktail party to start.

We met and hung out with our other friends while we waited and around 18.30 the party commenced.

The atmosphere was so different from last year. The lights were not dimmed and there was no anticipation build up. We just got in and then Eliza and the lads came in, without much fanfare.

I was at a table with Dominika, Rike, Abi and @lucile-frenchfornerds.

I have already forgotten which order we got them in, but Arnas was third. He looked... scruffy. Not at all what I expected, haha. He did ask me how many books I'd written since we last saw each other and did a toast making all of us look him in the eye. That was not as hard as I expected it to be, but his eyes made me melt all the same.

Eliza was fabulous as ever, giving all of us a hug and telling us all we looked good. She is everyone's hypewoman. She spoke a bit about her baby and my god, she looks gorgeous for seven months post partum.

Jacob took it upon himself to get us all drinks. He even roped his handler into helping him carry and it was so precious, but it did mean we had lesser time with him. And that while he is the cutest bean in the entire cast.

Toby, once he'd asked us where we all are from (everyone did this except Jacob, Mark, Arnas and Eliza and it annoyed the shit out of me) started talking about this Irish band and he just filled his entire time with it and that definitely got me started on the wrong foot with this man.

Timmy started about escape rooms and we all went like 'yeah nope' and he said he hates them too and then he sort of starter Dominika about a horror movie about escape rooms.

I am not quite sure what Cavan talked about, but he called us the best table and we all got a hug, so he is okay in my book.

Mark asked us how we were and I almost wanted to comment on the beef-bod + bare-face situation, but I did not. @lucile-frenchfornerds and I both said we had some bad times, but obviously the time was too short for him to unpack that, so he talked abt footie with Rike instead.

Jeppe brung us chocolates. He was so proud of himself, which was adorable. But it was milk chocolate, which always makes my mouth so dry and my drunk had already magically evaporated. Jeppe noticed my expression right away, like a fucking shark and was all disappointed I did not like it. I liked it, I just het a dry mouth, geez!!!

Magnus was fucking fabulous right of the bat. Maybe it was the fact that we are both ginger, or the way that black jumper clung to his chest, but holy fuck, he made me feel a lil weak. He shook out hands and I can't really remember what he talked about, bc all I could focus on was how charming he was. I defo fell in love with him a little.

Micki went for a hug too and that started him on the correct foot. I have no idea what the heck he talked about, it was nothing special. Probably just the regular old where are you from and do you do. I was also a bit too distracted by how FUCK GOOD he looked.

Our table was left sort of alone, while a lot of other tables still had their actor and everything got slightly messy and weird before we got to rotate about for the group picture. It was all around a bit of a messy thing.

Saturday was straight up hectic, but very fulfilling. It was so lovely to see these lovely people (again) and to get so many hugs.

First up was of course Arnas. He looked a lot less scruffy that day. He was perfectly lovely and the picture turned out wonderful too. Nothing special happened. During the selfie he did not quite manage handling my phone, but besides that, he was just lovely. Very very lovely.

The OP with Cavan and Timothy were very staright forward, just a hi, a hug and getting out of there.

Jacob was straightforward too, but the photo with his came out quite bad, so I was allowed to go for a reshoot later that day, thankfully.

James and Eliza were fabulous. They both first hugged me and I was just so happy to see the both of them again.

The only unique pose I did was with Toby. I just had to make use of him wearing that scarf. I was like 'can I fix your scarf as though I am your mom' and he was like 'oh yes, please do' and he made the face and then went like 'I hope you don't mind I looked like a petulant teenager'.

Needless to say I loved it.

During the autographs I definitely got some hugs in and I had a wee chat with James about how life is treating me.

No one managed to keep the christmas card envelope shut and James and Toby were both very happy with the poem I wrote them. Toby defo got competitive about the hug rating, so I got an amazingly sweet hug from him. Everyone also loved the home made cookies and my friend Natalie said they were my calling card.

Arnas reacted well to my tattoo, giving a loud laugh and the next day he said he loved my tats.

Sunday was an invaritable sausage fest. All these handsome men, OH MY!

I had the group op first and it was so brief, omg. I suggested a group hug and OMG I got wrangeled! I couldn't even pick where I stood, I just got squished between Magnus and Mark. The picture is sweet, though.

Then I had my duo and I just went 'pola pt 2' and I was not disappointed. I swear to the Gods I gained three sons that weekend, one in the Toby solo and the other two in the Marnas Duo. They are my mischivous little boys.

I took lovely pictures with Jeppe, Eys, Magnus and Mickie. Straight forward hugs, but very lovely. People keep telling me Mickie and I look like siblings and of course the picture between Magnus and I has so much ginger!!!

With Mark I decided to spruse it up and go all Peggy Carter on him, because the man served BEEF.

The autographs were definitely more high key on sunday. Especially the hug rating got the gents spirited. The only one I did not go to was Eys, but @sihtricfedaraaahvicius went in my stead. Mary did hand over a cookie and the xmas card and pointed me out to Eys, who made it clear he loved the cookie.

Mickie, Jeppe and Magnus understood the asignment with the hug rating! Especially Jeppe. He just held on!!! I think the hug lasted a minute and he is so warm and so cuddly and I love him. Magnus also gathered me up and gave me all his warmth, which stole a piece of my soul, for sure. Micki was shaking a little when we hugged, due to a caffeine overload, or so he told me.

Jeppe adored my poem and thanked me for giving him a piece of me.

The way back I rode with Natalie and Daphne and we went for KFC and had so much fun. I really adore the friendships I made with them and all the other girls there.

I hope I can manage to see all these lovely people again someday soon.

Not a farewell, but also not a see you at EACON5...

[11queensupreme11]

Everybody fucking minds and always doing it the no sexy way 😞😔

Do love no war babygirls

If we're very decided we can solve all of this in bed! The sexy way

Or play UNO and whoever wins is the top

Sincerely, after watching the dress... Totally would think they're doing some kinky shit 🤣

Beelzebub: we can hold hands if you want 🥺 totally platonic no second intentions here

Percy: *didn't hear anything, cared no shit for what's happening, wants a hot dog with meat that probably is from a rat* what did you say?

Percy watching Sally being happier without her, her friends being happy with some girl... Queen, totally trauma, I'd cry and beg my mom to hold me even if that makes us miserable

Beelzebub, your yandere tendencies are showing. Giving her traumas and comforting her after. Get a man that can do both (please don't get you a man that can do that)

(Give us moooooore I'm starving)

(Waiting for what you're going to do with that, Percy progress- maybe fall is the correct word- is showing queen. Love it)

Anyway, can someone please draw them on their date? 😭 That's so cute, they're literally so perfect together, like that couple that is the black cat boyfriend with his golden retriever girlfriend and they're precious 💞

(Beelzebub worrying about her suicidal thoughts and he admitting he doesn't want to die so much... *Cheff kiss* we love an emo boy that is self aware)

Now, Loki?

Loki, my boy, your panic is beautiful to watch, horrific to endure.

I'm wondering how they are going to deal with being in the same harem? Fight to be the favorite concubine? Seduce their way to Percy's bed?

Percy: you're just a pathetic simp pretending to be an alpha man and you just go destroy mode whenever you're confronted with your own emotions. You love me so much that is making you look pathetic

Loki:

Him switching sides in the moment he accepts he loves her is gold.

He may be crazy, sadistic and a psychopath, but by the gods he's not going to fool himself.

He loves the girl, now he needs to kill all the other people that love the same girl.

Assassination! His favorite hobby! She's so much fun and they haven't even had sex yet! Wonderful wife indeed

And starting with Beelzebub is a wise move, you know? From all of them he's the one that she's the most comfortable with, he could play the slow game he's the one she'd fall at the end (you know, once she forgets about the other world, that he could make happen too).

Right now Beelzebub is that best friend that is the one for her (the other, even if I love them, aren't so close to her). He just needs to wait, fool her and she'd be his

(as if the other are going to let that happen, but is the scent, you know?)

Loki is right to be jealous of him, no one (with a dick) is close to her like him, she's herself with him and is the only one that likes him with his depressive tendencies.

He could say: Percy, for medical reasons, undress yourself and let me study your body. It may end in sexy medical porn, depending on my self control

And she wouldn't see no wrong.

Is Beelzebub! Her bestie! She can trust him with her security (poor navy girl, you can't never trust a man that much). Even if he has feelings for her she wouldn't worry about him doing anything to her, just worry about the uncomfortable situation.

Wondering if they're going to guilty trappe her to stay (You made us love you! We are learning to be open and to accept love and you want to leave us? Leave us in a world where we're fated to yearn for you for eternity and be alone again?), Percy would suffer whatever if she thinks she's saving people, such a naive and dumb girl, too good to this world.

This whole situation is pure chaos, they're planning so many things just to crash with each other. Would be funny to see them working together but also don't know how that situation would happen.

Anyway, thanks for the amazing chapter Queen! 👑

im sorry but this part cracked me up 😭

"for medical reasons we may need to fuck 😔"

"yeah sure ok"

😭😭😭

IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER!!

i had a blast writing this chapter lmao, and im currently writing another chapter (not the next one) that's gonna be even better

maybe... idk. all i can say is that beel digs an even deeper grave in this one chapter and i just love watching him lose his shit

[thekinkyleopard]

Sick ‘n Tired

A Vaelyn and Kalypso Sick Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sick Fic, Bickering, Toxic Relationship, Smut

Description: Vaelyn and Kalypso are both sick, stuck in bed together, what could go wrong?

Author’s Notes: Admittedly, I’m obsessed with these two 😩 *rattles the bars on my cage* they argue all day in my head and I just can’t get enough of it. What’s this say about me? I don’t know…enjoy my new favorite toxic dynamic making each other miserable 🤤 @aller-geez owns Vee and did the illustration as always 🥰

The room was a disaster. Tissues, crumpled and scattered, littered the bed and floor like confetti. Empty water bottles stood in haphazard clusters, their labels faded and peeling. Two forlorn figures lay on the rumpled sheets, looking as if they had been through hell and back. “Move the fuck over,” Vaelyn croaked, his voice strained from both illness and frustration. He nudged Kalypso with his foot, trying to make room on the too-small bed. His slender frame seemed too large for the space, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong spot. “I can't breathe with you taking up all the air,” he looked over in her direction with darkened eyes and an exasperated expression.

Kalypso, who was currently buried under a fortress of blankets, coughed so hard it sounded like a walrus being strangled. Her one visible eye glared up at him with enough venom to drop a full-grown man. Unfortunately, Vaelyn was immune to her death stares—or perhaps just too exhausted to care. “Shut up, Vee. You’re hogging the good side of the bed,” She sniffled, her hand fumbling around for another tissue. Her fingers brushed over a pack, but before she could grab it, the lion snatched it out from under her nose.

“Ha!” he rasped triumphantly, shaking the precious pack of tissues in her face. “Mine,” he smirked with a faulty half grin, almost as if even the muscles in his face had a lack of energy to keep up.

“Are you serious right now?!” Kalypso lunged for it, but her blanket cocoon slowed her down. Vaelyn held the tissues just out of reach, his long arms proving infuriatingly effective.

“You’ll waste them,” he snapped, blowing his nose obnoxiously into one before tossing it onto the ever-growing mountain of used ones on the floor. “You always waste them. One sneeze and you grab three tissues like some kind of—”

Kalypso let out an indignant screech, cutting him off. “I’m not the one who sneezes like a damn freight train, you inconsiderate prick!” She sat up too fast, her head spinning from the movement. “Gods, you’re insufferable,” she brought her hands up to her temples, rubbing and massaging at them as a means of relief from the immediate throbs that followed her actions.

“Look who’s talking,” Vaelyn shot back, tossing his dark green hair dramatically, the yellow stripe catching the dim light. He coughed violently into his arm, his glowing red eye markings flickering faintly from sheer exhaustion. “You’ve been whining nonstop since we got sick. It’s like listening to a dying cat,” rolling his eyes as he fought to pull some of the blankets over his body, finding it almost impossible as the dense weight of Kalypso’s body held them tucked under her.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that my mortal suffering inconveniences His Highness,” Kalypso sneered, snatching the tissue pack from his lap when his guard was down. “Here’s a tissue for your delicate feelings, asshole,” sticking her tongue out at him defiantly.

Vaelyn rolled his pale blue-green eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t roll out of his head. “You’re so dramatic. You should’ve gone into theater instead of stripping,” he snickers at his own distasteful words, Lypsy giving him yet another cold, pointed stare

“Says the guy with medical tape on his nose,” she shot back, pulling at the blankets against him to try and bury herself back underneath them, but finding herself at a draw with Vaelyn gripping them for dear life to preserve what little he had in the first place. “Big talk for someone who makes a living off emo ass lyrics,”

“Oh, real fuckin’ nice,” Vaelyn groaned, flopping back against the pillows. He stared at the ceiling, his irritation mingling with the throbbing pain in his sinuses. “Not like that wasn’t the whole reason you started targeting me in the first place you lunatic,” his tired blues shooting in her direction from a judging side glance.

“You’re just mad because you can’t get rid of me,” Kalypso interrupted, her tone a saccharine hiss, as she leaned over him. “Admit it, Vee, You’d be lost without me,” the words falling off her lips in a smug triumph knowing full well he was just as equally to blame for their current relationship in the first place.

Vaelyn let out a sharp bark of laughter, though it was quickly choked by a hacking cough. He propped himself up on his elbows, the flush of fever evident on his pale features. His hazy blues blazed with frustration and exhaustion. "The only thing I'd lose is this migraine you call a relationship," he muttered, his voice hoarse.

"Relationship?" Kalypso echoed, her tone mocking and high-pitched. "Let's not sugarcoat this, Vaelyn. This is a hostage situation," She glared at him, her dark hair wild and disheveled from their struggle. The dim light in the small room cast shadowy patterns across her sharp features, highlighting the defiance in her expression.

“Yeah, me, I’m the hostage, every time I try to get away, you just haunt my dreams…literally,” Vaelyn muttered, reaching for the tissue pack again. Kalypso smacked his hand away, clutching it to her chest like it was a lifeline.

Her emerald gaze glinted with a feral intensity as she issued a warning, pulling back away from him as her sharp fangs glistened in the dim light. "Touch it," she growled, "and I'll bite,"

With equal parts amusement and annoyance, he retorted, "Bite me…” his mocking tone laced with venom. "And I'll be sure to tie you up for good measure," The tension between them crackled like electricity, a never-ending game of cat and mouse that neither was willing to back down from.

“Oh, promises, promises,” Kalypso drawled, her eye sparkled mischievously despite the dark circles under it. She slumped back against the headboard, coughing again and finally relinquishing a single tissue to him. “Here, Take your stupid tissue and choke on it,”

Vaelyn snatched it from her with a muffled grunt, pressing it to his nose with force. The sound of his nasal passage clearing echoed through the room in a loud wet honk. "Thanks," he said through stuffed nostrils, sarcasm dripping from his words. "You're a real saint," His tone laced with bitterness and perhaps a touch of resentment.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, broken only by their occasional sniffles and coughs. For a brief moment, they existed in something resembling peace, both too sick and tired to keep up the verbal sparring. “You know,” Kalypso muttered after a while, her voice softer, almost vulnerable. “You’re the only person I’d let see me like this,”

Vaelyn glanced at her, his sharp features softening ever so slightly. “Yeah, well… same,”

The tender moment between them was abruptly shattered as Kalypso's hands balled into fists and she forcefully shoved him, knocking him off the bed. He tumbled to the ground, his breath knocked out of him. She towered over him with a smug look from the edge of the bed. "And stay on the floor, you tissue hogging bastard," she spat before retreating back to her comfortable nest.

“Unbelievable,” Vaelyn grumbled from the floor, glaring up at her. “I hate you,”

Kalypso smirked, curling back up in her blanket cocoon. “Like wise, dick for brains,”

Vaelyn groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor, rubbing his temples, fighting the sheer urge to get back at her for having to even put up with her in these conditions in the first place, let alone the violence that came with it. “You know,” he started, his tone a dangerous mix of sarcasm and disdain, “I’ve met demons less spiteful than you,”

Kalypso, lounging like a smug cat in her blanket nest, sniffled audibly before shooting back, “Yeah? Maybe you should call one of them. I hear they’re great at babysitting pathetic, tissue-stealing man-babies,”

“Man-baby?!” Vaelyn’s pale blue-green eyes flashed with incredulity. His mouth opened to retort, but the telltale twitch of his nose stopped him. He froze for a moment, one hand hovering in the air as his breath hitched. “Heh… hh—hhh—EISHHH!-isshh!-’shhh!—hhHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!” The sneeze was so forceful it left him doubled over, his lanky frame leaning against the bed for support.

“Jesus, Vee,” Kalypso groaned, glaring at him. “Could you be any louder? One would think you just summoned a Drekavac,” She rolled her eye in exaggerated annoyance, grabbing a tissue and chucking it at his head. Despite the fact she would normally turn into a dog in heat at this particular sight and situation, she was far too overwhelmed with the all consuming heat and throbbing that took residence within her head. The only thing she could think about was how desperate she was to feel better and get back on with her life.

Vaelyn caught it mid-air, his movements sluggish as he wiped his nose with an annoyed grunt. “Like I can control it,” he muttered. “Unlike someone who sneezes like a broken wind-up toy,” his lips pulling into a half smirk at the accuracy of his comment.

Kalypso’s eye narrowed. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She sat up straighter, the tension making her blanket fortress slide off her shoulders.

“Just saying,” Vaelyn replied, flopping back onto the bed beside her, “you sound like you’re strangling a hamster every time you sneeze. It’s unnatural,” his shoulders fell into a nonchalant shrug, doing his best to fight back the urge to laugh at his own come backs.

Kalypso’s nostrils flared, her hands instinctively moving to adjust her piercings as she prepared to verbally eviscerate him. But before she could get the words out, her nose crinkled, and her breaths turned shallow. “Hhh…hiiiIHH’nxgt! Huhhh… H’NgXt! Hiih’n’G-kT—!” Each sneeze came out blocked, the dissatisfaction of her strangled explosions causing her to feel woozy. Her head snapping forward slightly with every stifled expulsion as her chest tightened and ribs struggled to expand. “H’GNXT! KA’GXT! H’NT!”

Vaelyn chuckled hoarsely, followed by a very slight cough they he expelled into the crook of his elbow, raising a brow. “Case in point,” he responded, clearing his throat.

“Shut… hh—shut up,” Kalypso gasped, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. Her emerald eye was watery, blood shot and she sniffled hard, trying to regain control of her rebellious sinuses. “It’s my nasal passage, asshole. It’s not like I want to sneeze like this,” pouting with a tinge of embarrassment behind her sharp gaze whilst her cheeks flushed.

“Have you tried, I don’t know, blowing your nose for once?” Vaelyn suggested, his voice dripping with faux helpfulness.

Kalypso gave him a withering glare, but her response was interrupted by another sneezing fit. This time, she tried stretching her nostril with two fingers, hoping to release the pressure. “Hehh—hh’NGXT! KT‘NXT! G’NKXT! Hp’TXT! …Goddammit,” she wiggled her aching nose, scrunching it with the effort of hoping it would stop.

Vaelyn actually snorted, half amused, half grossed out. “Or not,”

Kalypso groaned, grabbing a tissue from the dwindling pack and blowing her nose in the most obnoxious way possible. When she finished, she threw the used tissue directly at Vaelyn’s face. It landed squarely on his forehead, sticking there for an infuriating moment before sliding off.

“What the fuck, Kals?!” Vaelyn snapped, sitting upright as his features contorted in disgust, his hands flailing and fumbling to get the used tissue away from him completely and wipe the remnants off his face. He grabbed a pillow and whacked her with it.

Kalypso shrieked, her voice cracking slightly. “You started it, you ableist twat!”

The pillow fight that followed was anything but dignified. Vaelyn’s long limbs gave him the upper hand, but Kalypso fought dirty, yanking the blanket off him mid-swing and using it as a shield. The bed became a battlefield, tissues flying like shrapnel as their coughing and sneezing punctuated the chaos.

Finally, both of them collapsed back onto the bed, too exhausted to continue their war. Vaelyn groaned, his head lolling to the side as he stared up at the ceiling. “We’re going to die here,” he declared dramatically. “And it’s all your fault,”

Kalypso snorted, rolling her eye at him. “My fault? You’re the one who got me sick in the first place, dipshit,”

“I told you no, and you still shoved your tongue down my throat anyway,” Vaelyn shot back weakly, his voice muffled as he buried his face in a pillow.

“Didn’t hear you complaining when you shoved me up against the wall immediately after to stick it in, idiot,” Kalypso quipped, coughing into her elbow. “Guess we’re both screwed,”

A long pause hung between them, broken only by their sniffles and the occasional groan of discomfort.

“I hate you,” Vaelyn mumbled.

“Ditto,” Kalypso retorted, her voice softening despite herself. She reached out and tugged the blanket over both of them, her fingers brushing his arm briefly before retreating. For a moment, neither of them said anything, content to lie there in their shared misery. Until Vaelyn's head jerked forward, and a frenzy of sneezes came out in rapid succession.

“E-iSSHH! isHH-ish-’Shh!! —HeehH’EESSSHHHhuh!” Each one was accompanied by a violent convulsion that left him gasping for air and clutching his chest. As he tried to catch his breath, the mistrals of saliva the came out in grouped clouds from his lips settled amongst the bed covers.

“Goddammit, Vee,” Kalypso muttered, covering her head with a pillow. “As much as it turns me on to see you like this, and how your body reacts to your damn cursed virus….every time you sneeze, my head starts to feel like it’s being slammed against the fuckin’ wall, could you at LEAST try to keep it down,” she grumbled, scooting her body a few inches more toward the edge of the bed.

Vaelyn groaned, rolling onto his side with a dramatic flair, his tangled hair falling into his face. “Keep it down? Are you kidding me? Do you think I want to sneeze like I’m trying to exorcise a demon?” he scoffed, almost wishing she’d stop giving him such a hard time. He preferred it more when she was trying to jump his bones in this state rather than complaining about it every time he fell victim to his symptoms.

Kalypso peeked out from under the pillow, her hair sticking out at odd angles and her emerald eye blazing. “Yes, Vaelyn. Clearly, you’re sneezing like that just to piss me off,”

“Exactly,” Vaelyn deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “My life’s mission is to ruin yours, one sneeze at a time,” rolling his eyes at her dramatic accusation.

She returned his look with an eye roll of her own, shoving the pillow off her head, but before she could deliver a snarky comeback, Vaelyn’s breath caught again, his jaw hanging open in idle as it worked through his system. Eyes squinting, small tears forming against his ducts. His chest rose as his nose twitched, and he sat upright like he was bracing for impact.

“Hhihhh… hh’EIISSHHhhuh!—ishh!-issh!-‘shhh!!—HHHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” The final sneeze erupted with such force that the entire bed shook, and Vaelyn flopped back against the mattress with a defeated groan. His glowing eye markings flickered faintly as if his life force itself had been sneezed out. “I swear,” he croaked, voice cracking, “this is the end for me,”

Kalypso winced, rubbing her temples. “If it isn’t, it’s how I’m going to die, You’re like a walking hurrica-… Hhh… hHh’nGXT! HP’KGNXT!!” Her own half-sneezes burst out mid-sentence, just as strangled as usual. She barely managed to muffle it into her sleeve, her eye pinched shut as the force of it left her slumped forward, her nose twisting and wiggling like it wasn’t quite finished. “K’GXNT! H-hh..T’GXGT! H’KXT!” She groaned as she straightened up, glaring at Vaelyn through her watery eye. “Don’d..day…a fugg’ing thing…” she warned.

Vaelyn chuckled weakly, his laugh dissolving into a fit of coughing. “I wouldn’t dare interfere with Karma’s good work,”

“Karma? Oh fugg you…” Kalypso leaned over, snatching the tissue pack from where it had fallen between them. “Again, thid whole siduadion id your fauld,” blowing into the softened material loudly, filling it with a shrill and wet spurt as she worked to clear her sinuses to the best of her ability.

“I’d argue, but I don’t have the energy,” Vaelyn admitted, propping himself up on one elbow. He stared at her for a moment, noting the way her nose scrunched all while she tried to fight her urges off, a small bead of sweat trickling down the side of her face. “You’re holding it in too much. Just let it out,” he sighed with a slight shake of his head.

Kalypso scowled, sniffing hard. “SndDff…Eady for you do day, Mr. Explodive. Dome of ud have complicated nadal paddages.” She punctuated her sentence though garbled by the congestion. Finally, she gave in, unable to take the lack of release, pulling her hand up in an attempt to stretch her nostril once more, bracing for the next fit. “Hhhh—hh’NGTSSschuh! Huhh’nXgt! …huhhh—uhhh’G-txSCHhhuh!” it finally flew out of her, and when it did, her chest felt like a weight had been lifted. A much more successful release than her previous attempt.

Vaelyn winced at her obvious discomfort. “You’re gonna break something doing that. Seriously,” if she didn’t know any better, he almost sounded like he was a touch concerned.

“Oh, so now you’re a doctor?” Kalypso snuffled loudly, clearing her throat, though she reluctantly reached for a tissue and honked loudly into it. When she was done, she tossed it toward the floor, where it joined the growing pile of trash.

“I’m not saying I’m a doctor,” Vaelyn replied, smirking as he tossed and turned to find a more comfortable position in the crowded bed. “But clearly, I’m the only one here with any common sense,”

“Common sense?” Kalypso barked a laugh, but it quickly turned into another coughing fit. She waved a hand at him as if to say, Give me a second, before she continued. “You think the guy who tried to deep-fry a shoe last week has common sense?”

“That was an experiment,” Vaelyn said defensively, though his pale cheeks flushed slightly. “And you said it smelled good,” flashing her a mocking smirk.

“Because I thought it was food, dumbass!” Kalypso shot back, her voice muffled as she buried her face in the blanket while turning away from him. Convinced that if she were to see that smug look on his face any longer she may just hit him.

The argument came to a halt as Vaelyn's nose twisted up once again, wiggling in small circles. He sat up, his chest rising and falling rapidly with quick, shallow breaths. Suddenly, they exploded out of him “Hhihhh… hh—IISSHHH!-issh!-isshh!-‘SHhhuh!—hhHEEHH-EESSHHHhhuh!!” each one followed by a stifled gasp. His body shook with the force. It was as if a powerful gust of wind was blowing through him, leaving him weak and shaky afterwards, they knocked him sideways, and he flopped back down, groaning into the pillow. “I judd wisgh death could find me..”

Kalypso shook her head, her sweat crumpled locks cascading in waves around her face as she flipped onto her other side to face him. With an expressionless face, she reached over and plucked another tissue from the box, flinging it towards him with a flick of her wrist. "You'd still find a way to make even death dramatic," she teased.

Vaelyn caught the tissue and brought it to his face, trying to maintain his serious expression through the act of releasing a plume of snot within the confines of the gifted material. It sloshed out of his nose with an obnoxiously flooded sound. His eyes met hers, sparkling with disdain. “And you’d still find a way to ruin my last moments,” he retorted back.

She smirked, her eye glinting mischievously. “Oh, why of course, If I can’t be happy, neither can you,” she snickered before continuing “It’s called the complexities of our love,” she blows him a kiss almost to rub it in.

Vaelyn snorted, his body too tired to argue. “If this is love, remind me to hate you properly when I’m better,” his body shuddering abruptly, causing the lion to snuggle and wiggle deeper into the covers, even inching slightly towards his girlfriend in an effort to seek warmth.

Kalypso chuckled, her laugh raspy but still carrying an edge of delight. “Oh, you already hate me. That’s why this works,” shifting her legs over to allow the other to close the slight space between them, their skin brushing up against each other.

“Works? This?” Vaelyn gestured between them weakly, his arm flopping back to his side. “This is a nightmare. A sick, mucus-filled nightmare,”

“And yet, here you are,” Kalypso nestled deeper into the plush bed, her body radiating warmth against Vaelyn's as she teased him. “You’d miss me if I weren’t here, just admit that even in the slightest, you’re glad you’re not totally isolated with this virus,” she poked at his side with a thin and pale index finger, causing the man to flinch just slightly at the touch.

“Miss you?” he repeated incredulously. Vaelyn groaned, throwing an arm over his face in a dramatic gesture. “I’d throw a party, A quiet, drama-free party,” letting out a long, drawn out and almost relieved sigh just at the thought of him being able to endure his illness alone without Kalypso’s grating and constant attitude.

The woman rolled her eye. “You’d last two days without me, tops. Then you’d go all broody and dramatic and start writing poetry about your tragic solitude,” she snickered at the idea of him sitting in the dark of the room, scrawling pathetically in his journal.

Vaelyn peeked out from under his arm, narrowing his eyes at her. “I don’t write poetry,”

“Not yet,” Kalypso said with a smirk, coughing into her sleeve. “But give it time. You’re practically a walking angst novel already,” shrugging her shoulders loosely.

Vaelyn opened his mouth to snap back but paused as his nose tingled and itched again, throat tightening as the inevitable sting returned. He let out a resigned groan before succumbing to another series of violent sneezes. “Hhh—hh’EIIISSHHHuhh! Hh—hhIIEEESSSHHhh! …ugh,” He slumped against the head board, thoroughly defeated. “Kill me now,”

Kalypso handed him another tissue, her voice softening. “I probably would if you weren’t so good in bed,”

Vaelyn took the tissue, his gaze lingering on her longer than he intended. Despite the bags under her eye and the general state of disarray, she was still one of the most attractive people he could ever lay his eyes upon—even if she was the most infuriating person he’d ever met.

“Whatever,” he muttered, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue toward the trash can. He missed, of course. “But if I do die, you’re giving the eulogy,”

Kalypso smirked, leaning back with a mock-serious expression. “We are gathered here today to reminisce the saddest existence of man-and magik kind…Vaelyn Hawthorne, though extraordinarily talented in bed and on stage, he was more or less the biggest bitch in all of life…anyways…let’s drink!” she giggled at herself, before falling into another rough and strangled coughing fit.

Vaelyn snorted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself. “You’re such a bitch,”

“And you love it,” Kalypso shot back, her voice soft but still teasing. She adjusted the blankets over both of them again, her fingers brushing his as she did so. Vaelyn didn’t respond, but the faint flush on his cheeks wasn’t from the fever. Instead, he shifted closer, mumbling something incoherent under his breath as he avoided her gaze.

“What was that?” Kalypso asked, leaning in with a grin.

“Nothing,” Vaelyn muttered, turning his back to her. But the corners of his mouth twitched, betraying the smile he was trying to suppress.

Kalypso grinned triumphantly, leaning back and propping her head up with a bent up pillow. “That’s what I thought,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re sick,”

Vaelyn groaned into his own pillow. “Don’t start. I’m barely holding on as it is,”

“Barely holding on is right,” Kalypso continued, poking his side. “You’re practically the poster child for a NyQuil ad. Look at you, falling to pieces and still managing to be the world’s biggest pain in my ass at the same time, multi-faceted,” her mocking tone cut through his nerves and he had to resist the temptation of smothering her where she laid.

Vaelyn batted her hand away weakly, but there was no real force behind it. “If I had the energy, I’d retaliate,”

“But you don’t,” she pointed out with a smug grin, settling back into her blanket cocoon. “Now….put something on the TV…Why fuckin’ don’t you?” 

Vaelyn groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Because, oh mighty goddess of laziness, the remote is literally on your side.”

Kalypso peeked out of her cocoon, squinting at the edge of the nightstand where the remote sat precariously. “Too far, can’t reach…” sighing dramatically as she turned her head to look back at him.

“You’re pathetic,” Vaelyn muttered, coughing into his arm all while he rolled over and stretched his limb out toward the remote. His fingers just barely brushed it before he knocked it to the floor with a loud clatter. “Shit,”

Kalypso burst into a raspy laugh, clutching her side as she coughed mid-guffaw. “Great job, genius. Truly, you’re the epitome of grace,”

“Laugh it up,” Vaelyn grumbled, rolling off the bed with all the enthusiasm of a cat forced into water. He fumbled for the remote, his lanky frame awkwardly sprawled across her on the bed as he reached for the item. “Got it,” he announced triumphantly, holding it up like he’d won a trophy.

“Congratulations,” Kalypso deadpanned, trying to adjust herself under his weight. “You’ve retrieved the mystical remote. Now, hurry up and get the fuck off me, I already can’t breathe,” falling back onto her pillow with a dramatic display as he slowly retreated off her.

Vaelyn crawled back onto his side, tossing the remote onto her lap with a sour expression. “Here. Happy?”

Kalypso rolled her eye, picking up the remote and flipping through channels lazily. “Not really, since I asked you to pick,” She paused on some random soap opera featuring overly expressive yelling and a faintly absurd plot twist. “Seems your illness has poisoned whatever brain cells you had left to follow instruction…so I guess you’ll just have to settle with my choice,” 

“Oh, fuck off,” he rolled his eyes before settling back against his side of the bed. Vaelyn arched a brow, leaning over to squint at the screen. “Really? This is what you’re subjecting me to?” his lips twisted into a disdained frown.

“Shut up, it’s a classic,” she retorted, sniffling loudly. “SNDdff…..Besides, you put me in charge, actions have consequences, dill-hole,”

Vaelyn stared at the screen, then back at her. “You’re actually insane,”

“And you’re still here,” Kalypso quipped, settling in with a contented sigh. “So, what does that make you?” Her gaze lazily looked back at him.

Vaelyn groaned, dragging a pillow over his face like it could block out both her smugness and the terrible soap opera now blaring from the TV. “Apparently, a masochist,”

“Exactly,” Kalypso said, grinning as she adjusted her blankets once more. “Now, shut up and let me enjoy this. They’re about to reveal who switched the baby at the wedding,” her attention fully on the softly illuminating television screen in front of them.

“Why do I even bother?” Vaelyn muttered, but his body betrayed him as he shifted closer to her warmth, his long legs tangling slightly with hers under the blankets, loosely spooning the small frame of the sickly woman. He tried to focus on the ridiculous melodrama unfolding on the screen, but his nose twitched again, sending a jolt through his body.

Kalypso side-eyed him, her own lips falling into a slightly annoyed frown. “Here we go again, right at the apex of the plot, you have the shittiest timing,” shaking her head as the man gasped and hitched.

“Hhhihhh…” Vee's body convulsed with each sharp inhale, his chest heaving and mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes squinted against the light of the tv, his face contorting as his breaths caught in the pit of his throat. “Hh’eiSHHhuh!—Hheh’EISSCHhhuh! …hhEH’ESSSHHhhuh!” a misted gust of saliva delicately sprinkled over the soft flesh of Kalypso’s exposed and blacked out neck. Her body shivered in response, she inhaled sharply and sucked on her lower lip.

The sneezes shook him so hard he tightly grasped the woman he’d been cuddling haphazardly, which only added to the battle Kaly was facing within herself. As much as she was annoyed by the man she had to share her affliction with, she couldn’t help how dangerously erotic she found the scene that just unfolded. The feeling of him shaking around her body and the coolness of his saliva settling upon her skin. “Shit…” she whimpered, her legs shifting together as she tried to hide and stifle her arousal.

“You’re not seriously horny from that are you?” Vaelyn immediately clocking the sudden change in her heart rate and the uncomfortable shuffling of her legs from beneath his own. Kalypso flushed a deep crimson, her eye widened as she tried to come up with a witty response to cover her embarrassment.

“Shut up, asshole, I can’t help it,” she sputtered, averting her gaze and fidgeting with the remote in her hands. “I’m just…ugh, never mind,” pouting angrily as she did everything in her power to push away the heat rising within her loins.

Vaelyn raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hey now, no need to be coy about it, I still find it incredibly endearing you get so easily flustered for me…even in this awful state,” he teased, his voice husky, lips brushing up against her exposed and thoroughly pierced ear. The woman’s cheeks burned even hotter, and she elbowed Vaelyn in the side, trying to suppress the shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of his lips against her ear.

“Don’t get too cocky now, illness has clearly driven you insane,” she shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. The lion chuckled softly a deep rumble that reverberated through her.

“Yeah? So if I don’t…feel around this way…” he paused his words as his hand shuffled through the layers and her night gown, rising between her legs to meet her already soaked panty gusset. “I won’t find my pussy dripping into her panties?” teasing her with a deepened and taunting tone. Kalypso sucked in a sharp breath, her body betraying her as she pressed against his wandering hand, a soft moan escaping her lips before she could stop it.

“I-I hate you,” she managed to mutter, her cheeks aflame as desire pooled low in her belly. Vaelyn’s grin was positively sinful as he continued to tease her, his fingers lightly tracing patterns against the damp fabric, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

“Sure you do,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive as his tongue then traced a light trail behind the shell of her ear. “But your body seems to disagree,” his voice becoming even lower as he enjoyed the way her frame shuddered beneath his touch. Kalypso’s breath hitched as she arched into his motions, her eye fluttering shut as she surrendered to the intoxicating pull between them.

“Vaelyn…it’s just g-gonna make us f-feel worse…fuckin’ q-quit it…” she whispered, though her voice lacked conviction.

“I’m inclined to entirely disagree,” he countered, his touch growing bolder as he slid a finger beneath the fabric, slipping the tip of his digit across her soaking slit, eliciting a gasp from the woman. “I’d argue that you want me to keep going, don’t you?” his reply breathless as he began to press the growing bulge in his own boxers against the small of her back.

Kalypso couldn't help but whimper at his touch, her body protesting against her mind that was screaming at her to stop. She was sick, she shouldn't want this, but the pull the lion man had on her was undeniable.

"Vaelyn," she moaned again, her voice barely audible over the soap opera still playing in the background. She really wasn't sure if she wanted him to stop or to continue, the line of control blurring with every touch, every whisper. It was leaning towards the latter.

He chuckled darkly, his lips brushing across her neck again before he whispered, "Oh no…I think I feel another coming on too…Hh-Hh.." He teased as his breath and mouth stuttered, his body urging and leaning into the tickle that plagued his nasal cavity. The ghosting wisp of his breath causing Kalypso’s eye to roll back as she awaited it. Vee focused his movements on her body while also coaxing himself into a sneeze, gently brushing the tip of his nose against the stray strands of Kaly’s hair. “E-e-eiSHH! issh-IsH! H-Hehh…” his forehead pressing against the side of her temple, allowing his open mouth explosions to spray micro droplets of warm saliva across her exposed neck and even a bit across her chest.

His middle and ring fingers delved deep into her wet folds at the same moment of his release, eliciting a louder gasp from her lips. She felt her hips rock against him unconsciously, each thrust driving him further into her core and pushing her closer. “F-fuckin’ A…Vee…don’t ss-stop…” she stuttered through whimpering lips.

“Told you…—h-hH…eehHh’HH ESSSHHuhh!” another escaped him in the midst of his victorious gloating. It was relieving, freeing even, her neck practically drenched by this point as he latched his mouth upon her flesh and began to suck the spot there, biting a few times for good measure. Despite his best efforts, no hickeys would be left to show against the pitch black coloring of her tattoo but the feeling no less was enough to send her reeling. His own body shuddering with each expulsion, his touch unrelenting. Kalypso was aflame, unable to resist the pull of the lion's motions and the eroticism of his sneezes. She wanted him so badly she could taste it on her tongue.

His fingers danced across her most sensitive spots, eliciting a series of pleasured whimpers from her mouth as he continued to dive within her cavern, his thumb working at her swelling clit. Vaelyn's body responding itself to her cries, his cock standing at attention, his hips searching for friction against her plump ass that rocked against his body.

"Vaelyn...I...I can't take much more…i-it’s too much you’re g-gonna ma-make me c-cum…" she pleaded, her voice shaking with the need that coursed through her veins. She arched her back and pushed back into him, seeking more of the pleasure he was so skillfully doling out.

"I didn’t give you permission," he growled in reply, snuffling lightly against her ear. “sndDf…” For most people, that might kill the mood a bit but Kalypso, it only drove her further into insanity.

“Then fuck me…Vaelyn, stop w-wasting my f-fucking time…” she hissed in response before clasping her bottom lip between her two rows of teeth. Vaelyn's eyes glimmered with desire, his lips parting to reveal a low rumbling growl in his chest. His hand slowed momentarily, the pace of his fingers rubbing against her sensitive nerves gentling as he considered her plea.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper against her ear. "For me to fuck my desperate pussy right here, right now?" His fingers halted, poised above her damp panties, their taunting presence causing the woman to whine and buck for more. Her breath hitched, the air thick with anticipation. Her body arched towards him, her eye fluttering shut in desperation as she clutched at the remote in her hand, squeezing it tightly as if it were Vaelyn's cock.

“Yes, god damn it," she whispered back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please…” Vaelyn smirked, a lecherous expression painting his face as he finally relented.

“That’s my girl…” he spoke huskily confident in his response, triumphant he could turn her into the mess she currently was. His fingers worked to push the fabric of her soaked underwear aside, slipping his other arm from under her to free his aching length from the confines of his boxers. He took no time, inching his hips closer and forcing his cock inside her warm, wet entrance.

“Fuck, Vee…” she moaned as he filled her, her body trembling at the sensation of him inside. Her hands clutched at the mattress, nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as she rocked her hips back to meet his. Vaelyn's eyes blazed with lust as he looked down at her, looming from their side ways position.

“That’s it, who’s pussy is this?” he snarled euphorically his tone dangerous and domineering, all while his hips moved in a slow rhythm that built rapidly into a frenzied pace.

“It’s yours, Vaelyn, It’s your pussy…” she gasped, her voice strained from the pleasure and the sore throat given to her by the illness they shared. Her eyes remained closed, focusing solely on the sensations that surrounded her. The soap opera in the background continued to play loudly, its washed out sounds barely registering in their minds as they were consumed by the primal need for one another.

Vaelyn's teeth flashed in a predatory grin as her response fueled his antics even further. He brought his hand up and gripped her throat tightly, squeezing until her ragged gasps turned into strangled gaffs. Driving himself deeper into her with each thrust, their skin slapping together with a wet, slick sound that punctuated the air around them. His breath came in tattered gasps, each exhale carrying a hint of struggle as he reveled in their desperate display.

“That’s right,” he hissed lowly, his voice rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her body. “That’s my pussy…” he spoke possessively. Kalypso felt herself becoming undone, her heated cries lost underneath his squeezing palm as Vaelyn's rough treatment drove her closer to the edge. Her body yearned for release, each thrust from the ravenous man pushing her further into a state of blissful oblivion. He was right, this was his pussy - his to command and use as he saw fit. And she wouldn't want it any other way.

Her body bucked wildly against his, each thrust causing wave after wave of undying pleasure to wash over her. Her heart pounded in her chest, the intensity of her emotions threatening to consume her entirely. "Fuck…me…" she managed to gasp behind his hold, her voice hoarse with need. "H-hard-..er,”

Vaelyn's eyes flashed dangerously at her words, his grip on her throat tightening even further. "Yeah? My crazy little psycho slut wants it harder?” he asked, his voice low and filled with promise. Kalypso's eye widened in response, her lips parting slightly as she nodded vigorously, her body screaming for more. Without hesitation, Vaelyn yanked his hand away from her throat, causing her to whimper in protest at the sudden loss of his touch. But before she could fully register the change, he leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder - hard enough to break skin, a small trail of blood trickling down her chest, hard enough to leave a mark that would last long after their time together had ended.

His free hand now snaking across her frame to slip between her thighs, his skilled fingers now circling her clit with a matched rhythm of his thrusts. She cried out, her entire body trembling as the heat rose further to the surface, her groin tightening as she could feel her impending orgasm threatening to spill over. Then, with a single swift motion, Vaelyn withdrew from her wet heat, leaving her feeling empty and needy. Yet, it was only a momentary respite; in the next instant, he thrust back inside her with renewed fervor, his movements rough and unrestrained. “You better fuckin’ cum for me, Lypsy, cum for your man,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.

Kalypso's world spun around her as she felt the irresistible pull of the inevitable climax that threatened to rock her. The woman’s slickened body trembled uncontrollably, her breaths coming in short gasps that were barely audible. "Vaelyn… I’m…" she whined, her voice barely above a whisper as she clawed at the sheets beneath her. The lust-crazed man continued to ravage her with his relentless thrusts, his eyes locked onto her desire twisted expression, his own filled with a primitive hunger.

"That's it, baby... cum for me," he urged, his tone low and seductive as he leaned down to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded hers, fighting across each other in a wet and chaotic battle, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusts and sending a wave of heat coursing through her veins. At long last, unable to hold it back, her lips parted between the kiss and a high pitched whine escaped her as their hot breath mingled. Her walls clenched around Vaelyn’s continuously thrusting cock as she finally came around him. His mouth pulling into a sadistic grin as he witnessed her fall off the edge of carnal lust.

Vaelyn's thrusts became erratic, desperate, as he felt the waves of her climax pulsing around him. He matched her cries with his own desperate moans, his body tensing and straining towards its own release. The sound of their passionate fucking still echoed against the walls around them, but to them it was almost nonexistent background noise, lost along side the tv show that still played. Buried deep inside her, Vaelyn felt every twitch and shudder of Kalypso's ecstasy.

"Fuuuuck, your pussy feels so good pulsing around my cock…" he groaned, his voice ringing in her head as her body shuddered and twitched. His hand moving to her hip gripping it tightly, bruising her skin without a care. "You ready, hm? Ready for me to fill my pussy with every last drop?" he spoke behind a clenched jaw within the cavity of her ear, feeling her body quivering around him in unabated pleasure. She nodded furiously as her body continued to rock and match his movements. Finally, Vaelyn surrendered to the rush of her throbbing sensations.

"Cum for me, Vaelyn," she whimpered, her voice raw and lust driven. "Fill me…please…" The intensity of her words sent a surge of adrenaline through his veins, and her begging for his release inside her was the exact push he needed to go over the edge. With one final thrust, Vaelyn buried himself deep within her hot core, his body tensing as he felt the familiar tightening of his balls.

"F-fuck!" it barely escaped his lips, his voice breaking through the clamour of their frenzied session. His whole body shook with the force of his climax as he released his full load inside her. They each gasped, working to collect their breaths as the sweat dripped from their bodies, desperate to bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Vaelyn slowly withdrew from her, his body still shuddering with the remnants of his climax. Kalypso whimpered at the loss, her body feeling empty and sore. They each rolled over and onto their backs, staring upward at the ceiling as the euphoric haze of sex slowly drifted away.

"You're mine, remember?" he murmured, his voice softer now. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.

"I remember," she whispered back, both of them feeling more than just spent but entirely exhausted. “After that…I think I’ll finally be able to get back to sleeping this dumbass cold off,” she added, the light-heartedness returning to her voice. Vaelyn chuckled, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before rolling off the bed and heading towards the bathroom to clean up.

As he washed away the remnants of their encounter as well as the sickly ick that had collected beforehand, Vaelyn couldn't help but smile - though he would never allow her to see it, or even verbally admit to it, he was genuinely glad to have her there. Both of them dealing with this situation together. She drove him insane, often to the brink of his final straw, but that was his bag of crazy. He understood her, and she understood him. Despite how hard it was to see it sometimes.

He stepped back into the room to find Kalypso curled up under the covers, already drifting off into a restful sleep. Despite her earlier claims about her cold, she looked peaceful now, her eye fluttering with dreams as she drifted into slumber. Vee shook his head, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Nasty bitch, just going to fall asleep full of cum and covered in sick sweat, god she’s disgusting…” but despite his comment, he slid in beside her, wrapping himself around her overtly hot body and burying his face into her sweat dampened hair. Sleep now overtaking the both of them, the gentle glow of the tv illuminating their faces as there was nothing left but the sound of the long abandoned show to echo around them.

The End

Author’s Notes: *beats my chest like a wild gorilla* I LOVE WRITING THEIR DIALLLOOOGGUUEE 😩 they’re so sassy and pissy, I fuckin’ love it. 🤌🏻🤤 hope you guys enjoyed! Til next fic 😘

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Ghost From Your Past {Creed III} Pt. II

Adonis x wife! Oc x onesided! Dame

Summary: Jade and Dame hang out one on one since he’s been out. Jade is trying to avoid dwelling on the past but it’s so hard not too

Authors note: I have no clue what rode I want to travel down with these two. I have so many ideas but oh my god I’m trying to decide what’s right. 

“Hey”

Adonis looked up at the girl standing in front of his desk, a finger pressed in the middle of it. “What happened last night? Did Dame win?” Adonis took a shaky look up at her, unsure of what to say. “Uh…Yeah. He did” Jade smiled as she pulled up a seat. “He’s so amazing, ugh I just know he’s gonna flaunt it when we hang out later” Adonis nodded his head slowly. He really didn’t have the heart to break it to her.

“Why don’t you like talking to me anymore?” Jade tilts her head as her finger circled his desk. “We use to talk all the time” Adonis scoffed. “You mean I use to talk all the time? You never talked” “That doesn’t mean I didn’t listen or studied you” Adonis picked his head up to stare into her green eyes. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Jade flinched at his harsh language. “It means…I can tell when something is on your mind…” Jade reached into her bag and pulled out her yellow pen.

“Remember how I use to draw on your arm to relax your mind?” Adonis nodded and extended out his hand, unclenching his hand as jade gently grabbed his arm. Her thumb ran on the crease bicep and arm, tapping the pen on her desk. “You don’t have to tell me now, but you gotta tell me something” Jade began to outline something on his forearm. “So?”

“I’m sorry…”

Jade didn’t want to get out of bed, she wanted to hide from him and her obligations. She scrolled through her phone, her friends all texting her simultaneously.

Sierra🌸

Yo, did you see ykw?

Sev 🎈

Yo nigga came around askin bout you

Sekani 🎧

Bro is that really Damian???

Jade threw her phone back against the pillow, groaning. “Ugh…” She sat up and stretched, turning to look at the bright blue sky. She had things to do, she can’t just hide from the past in her room. Sudden vibration was felt on her bed, and without a second thought, she reached for her phone and answered.

“Hey”

“Hey Jade”

She paused, cursing herself mentally for not checking the caller ID. “Who dis?” Jade stood up and walked out toward her window. Her hip cocked to the side as she stared out at the city below.

“Oh, it’s uh me. Damian?”

Oh.

“Oh!” Jade laughed awkwardly. “How did you get my number?”

“I asked Seven for it when I met back up with him”

Of course, Seven did. He never respected her wishes once she took off. “Ah. Well, it’s good that you have it now. How are you Dami?” She could hear him chuckle through the phone.

“I’m good peaches. Listen, is there a chance for us to hang out together? Diamond and Precious again?” Jade sucks her teeth, rubbing the side of her neck.

“If you don’t mind coming along to pick up the twins with me”

“Nah! Of course, I don’t mind!” Jade smiles and walked into her closet. “Where do you want me to pick you up at?”

“No, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there in twenty” Dame hung up, and Jade placed her phone on the seat in her closet. It shouldn’t be a big deal, he’s an old friend. She went through all her clothes, pulling out her black tracksuit. She walks out of her closet and threw the tracksuit on her bed. It was her favorite one that Adonis had bought her, it had his first name embroidered in cursive small while the butt of the pants had his last name bedazzled in huge letters.

She grabbed her towel and ran into the bathroom to get a quick shower.

~

“Okay, that’s it…” Jade grabbed her clip and pinned up her braids halfway. Nothing too much, she still looked great. She grabbed her purse and walked up out of her room. She could hear the knocking from downstairs. Jade finally stood at the door, opening it to reveal Damian.

“Jesus, I was out there for five minutes” Jade rolled her eyes and moved the man down the steps. “Not even. Come on, I gotta pick the kids from school” “Oh, I get to run errands with you now?” Dame chuckled as Jade locked the front door behind her. She walked down the steps to her car, turning to the man who still stood at the top of the steps. “You comin'?”

“…Yeah” Jade unlocked her car door and climbed into her truck. “Damn, you sittin real pretty up there” Dame got into the passenger seat. “I thought you would have a butler driving you around” “Nah, I like doing my own things too much.” Dame nodded as they finally pulled out of the gates house.

“Are you still adjusting to change?” Jade asked, side-eying the man in the passenger seat. “Yeah, especially between us three you know?” Dame lets out a sigh as he looked at all of the mansions passing by. “Listen, I appreciate you visiting me for the time that you did while I was gone” Jade stops at a red light. “I thought…I thought it was really fucked up what the court did to you…”

“Twenty years?!” She stood up with tears in her eyes, and her father had to pull her back down before she busted out in tears again.

“You know what’s funny? I wanted to become a lawyer because of you…but when I did study, and try, I could never. I was never smart, like…” Jade laughs as she turns once the light turned green. “I could never pass the bar test. I tried sooo many times” Dame stared at her as she rambled on. “Hold on…You went to law school?”

“Yeah..? I mean the modeling thing was a way for me to pay for everything. But it kinda took off so, I guess I shifted focus after my third attempt at the exam” Jade puts on her blinker and turns into the circle of the school where all the parents were lined up in the area for their kids. “Wow, I…” Dame was at a loss for words, things he didn’t know about the girl. “I appreciate it. I’ll pay you back”

“By?”

Dame grins, placing his hand on her arm. “By winning the belt. Like I told you I would” Jade pulled up at the front of the loop, unlocking the doors for Honey and Blue to climb in. “Dame…I’m just worried for you” She turns in her seat towards him. “You know, we’re getting old. And, fighting like you use to-“ “I fight the same.” He interrupted, turning his head towards the window. “Take hits hard, Punch harder” The twins came running to the car, Blue helping his sister get in before he got in himself.

“Hey! How was your day babies?” Jade smiled looking at the visor mirror at her children. “Good, honey had a good day” Blue smiled, and soon turned to look at the man in the passenger seat. “Do you want me to drop you off at the gym?” Jade asked as she pulled out of the school circle. “Yeah, I promised him I’d be there at a certain time”

Jade began driving to the gym, the rest of the ride was in silence for the most part. “Oh uh, Adonis is having this party and it’s going to have our old friend Bianca presenting a new song. You down to come?” She turns onto the busy street, the gym was right up ahead. “Of course! What, I gotta wear something nice?” Jade laughed and nodded. “If you don’t have nice clothes, I can get you some if you want” She pulled into the gym parking lot.

Dame grabbed his bag from between his legs, gazing over at Jade once again. “You’ve always been a sweetheart. Look out for yourself, and your mini-mes” He climbed out of the car and closed the door. She watched him enter the gym and sighed. She turned around to look at her kids, Blue had an irritated look on his face. “Mom.” “I know Blue, just…” Jade sighs as she pulled out of the parking lot. “Just give him a chance, he’s nice”

“Does Dad really like him?” Blue asked, he had slight annoyance in his voice. “Yeah,” Jade answers quickly. “They were…are! Best friends. Like how Nathan is your best friend” Blue didn’t say much after that, leaning on his sister’s shoulder. Jade tried her best to be transparent with her kids, but it’s difficult when she tries to bury a past of bad choices that are coming to light. She blinks, did she call dame a bad choice?

To her, he was never a bad choice. She loved him deeply, she still does. But it’s different, she’s married, a mother. But…

She isn’t ready to cross that road

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Edit as I am watching this episode: WHY DOES IT HAVE EVERYTHING ABOUT HORROR THAT MAKES ME FEEL PAIN IN MY CHEST I DESPISE THIS EPISODE!!!!!

Oh pomni is blue oof

why are they making her hold her breath??? will it be relevant later?

She's so blue and pink and now red lord she's a rainbow!

oooo I love the cute 2d doodles

Jax come onnnnn hahah 4th wall breaks heheheh

CAINE HI!

ooo spooky :0

can't wait to see the ghosts

ZOOBLE GET OVER HERE!

caine is so freaky heheheh love it

man the mansion looks cool

I don't blame you pomni, I hate horror too

AGH FUKC YOU GHOSTLY, ugh i'm not gonna rewatch this episode anytime soon will I? WHY THE HUMAN TEETH

AGH POMNI YOURE EYES

Rated for WOW for all ages

OH LORD AGH MOUTH HALLWAY I HATE IT

Zooble I want your lore!

aww Caine you're adorable

therapy room!

a what caine?

caine lordddd hahah

Is it shotgun time yet

NONWIBHEFUHDSJLBHV NO NO NO NO NO NO PLEASE STOP I HATE THISSSS I WANNA LEAVE

this was all for Zooble?!

I'm taking my glasses off until they leave the room

OH IT'S THE TAPE GUY FROM THE TEASER A YEAR AGO!

hhehhe what u thinking kinger?

finally they left the room

poor pomni :[

EGH I hate this

kinger man you're really... focused on this...

Lore placement hahahha

the 2d eyes!

hehhe kinger your precious, I love him, baby

DONT GO IN THE THROPHY ROOM PLEASEEEE I HATE IT THERE

silence.

a fly? hahhaha

NONO NO NO NONNONONONONONO PLEASEEEEE GLASSES OFF

KINGER RUN RUN RUN

I wanna die I hate thisssss

oh Zooble :[

caine man you have no social skills.... I love him

oh no he's glitching, IT'S ALL GLITCHING

AGH WHY ARE WE BACK TO THE SCARY STUFF I FUCKING HATE THIS EPSIDOE

Shotgun time now, I see it

oh kinger and pomni are you okay?

Get the gun! and be quick so I don't see your body

PTTT okay that was funny "please don't come alive" "okay I won't" thank you sir, geniuenly

let me guess. Kinger is gonna accidently waste the shots and that's why he pokes people in the teasers?

oh no please please

AGH HEADLESS THING

NO NO NO NO ON NO NOT THE SHITTY TEETH MONSTER DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

I HATE THESE EXTRA EYES I WANNA RUN

CAN WE JUST GO TO FUCKING GANGLE AND JAS AND RAGATHA I MISS THEM

oh thankssss

and the pretty lady ghost

HAHAH JAX IS TIED UP

the ghost it cute but man I feel bad for kinger and pomni

no please I don't wanna go back to the pomni and kinger

kinger your so polite

woah little dust fishes?

WOAH WOAH WOAH NO NO I ODN'T LIKE THIS

POMNI HONEY :[

I WISH I DIDN"T WATCH THIS FUCKING EPIODE

DON'T TAUNT KINGER YOU SOULS!

oh pomni...

AGH they are so sweet

pomni baby don't cryyyyyyyy

Kinger yeah you're pretty happy-ish

woah KINGER LORE!?

AGH QUEENIE LORE TOO

they look so cute [khori vibes]

agh this really is khori I'm not kidding [Queenie making kinger like bugs? nori made Khan like safety and doors]

kinger you make me so happy, god I am gonna draw him.

OH NO I just realized that i'm gonna see fanart of these shitty monsters NOOOOOOO

hehhe were are gonna see Kinger glow, his special thing with holding his breath

oh KINGER PLEASEEEEE NO I DON'T WANT YOU TO FORGET YOUR MEMORIES I'M GONNA CRY ARE WE GONNA HAVE A MOMENT LIKE WITH GUMMIGO

AGH THIS MUSIC IS REALLY NICE SOUNDING

WOAH FUCK HE'S SUPER BRIGHT THE HELL

god this show is pretty

oh kinger

agh Ragatha and pomni talk hehhehe precious

HAHAHHAH KINGER SWORE

HEHHEH and now it's Caine therapy time, poor code

agh he gets distracted so easily

What??? what are your nicknames

jax ugh heheheh weirdo

man it ended. that ending was... peaceful

new merch :D wish I had money

NO FUCK NOT MERCH OF THE MONSTER I HATE YOU