#cause I’m forced to watch her completely move on like nothing happened and I’m just HHGGWWGGWGWGWGW FUCK!!!! FUCK!!!

[hideyourautumn-milkteeth]

That AWESOME BPD feeling when your ex who hurt you throughout the relationship over and over again and made you feel like an intrinsic part of yourself was wrong has no problems post-breakup and feels fine and is laughing with their friends and having a great time and not feeling bad at all and also she’s your roommate so you have to listen to it :) what if I killed myself

[storm-angel989]

Hi! I’ve seen you write Vox x daughter with epilepsy before and it made me wonder how you think he would react if his screen glitched and triggered a seizure. I see him going all super protective once he reboots (Maybe Val or Vel had to step in and take care of reader if he completely crashes for a while) but also feeling super guilty and needing a pep talk from the other Vees or his daughter about how he’s still a good dad.

Hi friend,

Enjoy! I hope I did this one justice- as always, please let me know your thoughts!

<3 Mandy

Vox hated waking up after a glitch. 

In all of his technological control, he hadn’t yet managed to find the circuit in his own body that triggered each seizure. An electrical impulse in the brain, no different than when he was human, seemed to be one of the only physical characteristics he carried over from Earth to Hell. And much like then, the frustration of lack of control irritated him to no end. 

He was fortunate, really. His own VoxTech watch issued an alert to his two best friends, Velvette and Valentino, whenever a glitch happened. It was the best way to assure that he would be found by someone he trusted. Someone who he didn’t mind seeing him in his most vulnerable state. After all, being an overlord in hell meant you didn’t want the world to know that sometimes you peed your pants because of a circuit misfire. 

“Where the fuck am I?” Vox asked, half groggy, half growling as he took in the whiteness of the room. A needle in his arm, wires attached to his screen and his chest.  His favorite suit was missing, replaced by a blue and white hospital gown. He moved to sit up and pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down at the matching sling and nausea flowed through him, from both pain and slow realization of where he was. 

”In the nurse's office, you had a bad one, Vox,” Velvette’s usually chirpy voice was quiet. “How do you feel?”

How did he feel? Anger and embarrassment flooded through him. He was an overlord. To be taken down by a simple jolt of electricity was laughable at best. 

”You know this happens, why the fuck did you…” Vox began angrily. 

“I’m sorry, Vox, but it didn’t stop right away this time,” Valentino explained softly. “  It lasted over five minutes and you dislocated your shoulder- I had to bring you in.”

Vox let out a groan and realization forced him upright. “Where is my daughter? Where is reader and who is getting her from school?”

”Hey, hey, relax Amicico. I sent Angel in the limo to pick her up.” Valentino said soothingly. “He’ll…”

”You sent that whore to pick up my kid? Jesus, Valentino,” Vox growled as he pushed his way upright. A wave of dizziness shot through him.

Valentino seemed to expect his nonsense. Carefully, he laid his hand on Vox’s chest and pushed him back. 

“Reader likes and knows Angel well enough that she’ll be comfortable following him downstairs into my studio. Take a breath…”

Fear shot through Vox. “No. She can’t see me like this. Valentino, Velvette please. Let it go- just have her meet me upstairs, I’ll be out by dinner, I…”

”No, Vox,” Velvette said firmly. “You know, you talk a big game to your daughter. How epilepsy is nothing to be ashamed of. How it's just a little tiny bug in your brain. It doesn’t make you weird nor is there anything to be embarrassed about. How do you think she’s going to feel if you won’t let her come see you in the hospital?”

“I just don’t want her to see me all…weak, and broken,” Vox muttered. “I hate enough that she got this from me, and I don’t…I already feel like a shit father.”

”You’d be a shit father if you didn’t let her see you like this,” Velvette replied. “If you show her you don’t mean what you say. Besides, Vox. She loves you. It would make her worry something terrible if we stopped her at the door. And stress…”

”Stress triggers seizures, amicito. Do you want to be the cause of that?” Valentino asked. 

“That’s a little mean, Val,” Velvette admonished. “But not…entirely untrue. We won’t let her in if you insist Vox, but…”

Vox closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. “Fine. But if they keep me overnight, one of you needs to…”

”Bathe her, feed her, put her to bed, read her a bedtime story, give her snuggles and get her to school in the morning? Vox, don’t worry about it, it’s not the first time you would be gone for the night and it won’t be the last.” Velvette replied. “So take a breath. Literally.”

”Don’t you remember the last time you were out of town? She dragged Velvette out of her room and into mine, then crawled onto my chest at three in the morning and promptly fell asleep. Believe me, she’s fine,” Valentino added. “And we don’t even know if they’ll keep you. Really, it depends on the X-rays and how badly your shoulder is dislocated.” 

“Daddy!” Reader’s voice broke through whatever it was Vox was about to say. She blurred across the room and Valentino caught her midair as she tried to jump into her fathers arms. “Daddy!”

”Hey hey, calm down, your Daddy is fine. Take a breath, mi a more,” Valentino said as he held the squirming toddler. “You can’t pounce on Daddy. You’ll mess up the wires.” 

“Daddy!” She begged as she squirmed and reached in Valentino’s hold. 

“It’s okay Val, set her down. Babygirl, Daddy needs you to be calm,” Vox said in a gentle tone. “And be careful of Daddy’s arm.”

To her credit, she crawled carefully up the bed and wrapped her arms around Vox’s neck as softly as a child could be expected to be. He pressed his lips to her forehead and wrapped his free arm around her. 

“Daddy, what happened?” she asked as she snuggled into his chest. “Daddy, why’s your heart beating so fast?”

Vox swallowed uneasily as he looked down at his little girl. Velvette and Valentino’s words echoed in his head. Be honest. Stand by what I said to her. 

“Daddy had a seizure. Just like you get, but a little different. I’m okay, sweetheart, but I might have to stay overnight in the hospital. If I do, you’ll stay with Auntie and Uncle, okay?” 

Not to his surprise, she shook her head no and buried her face into his chest. He sighed and stroked her hair. Convincing her at bedtime would be a separate argument. For now, he needed her to go back home with Val and Velvette.

“Then why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it, babygirl?” He suggested as he held her. “Right now, Daddy needs to rest. And probably a few more tests. And you, young lady, need to go home and have dinner. And it's bath night.” 

“Daddy, I just got here,” she protested as she wrapped her arms a bit tighter. “No, Daddy.”

“Baby, you’ve been in the hospital before too,” he reminded her as lightly as he could. “The doctor is going to come and run tests, and I’ll be home as soon as I can. I need you to be my brave, big girl and listen to your Auntie and Uncle. Can you do that for me?”

He watched as she considered. Finally, she sighed but snuggled in and kissed his cheek. 

“Okay, Daddy. But I want Uncle Valentino to give me my bath. Auntie Velvette doesn’t let me play with my rubber duck.”

“Because you squirt water at me!” Velvette protested lightly. 

Vox rolled his eyes but kissed her cheek. “Fine. Go with them now, I’ll be home as soon as I can.” 

“Feel better, Daddy,” she said with a final squeeze. “I love you.”

He swallowed, the feeling of guilt again washing over him. “I love you too, baby.” 

He watched as Valentino carried her out the door. To his surprise, Velvette hesitated and turned back, shutting the door behind her.

“I know that look. You’re a good Dad, Vox. So cut the shit, okay? Every parent needs help sometimes. You’re no different,�� she admonished gently. 

“It’s written all over my screen, isn’t it?” Vox replied glumly. “I just…”

“Enough of the pity party. Your glitch doesn’t make you any less of a Dad. And I don’t know a single kid who loves her father as much as that little girl loves you. So cut the crap and enough with the self guilt.” Velvette turned and opened the door. “And Vox? Get some rest. I’ll have her video chat you tonight before bed. Just because you glitch doesn’t mean you get out of goodnight sillies.” 

[kaiandels]

•°. *࿐ I just wanna be one of your girls tonight: e.w x reader •°. *࿐

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warnings: fuckboy!ellie (or Ellie is referred to as fuckboy), reader has a boyfriend (cheating), the Smut is just a flashback (mdni), mentions of Ellie having multiples bodies, Ellie being kind of rough, and pure pleasure no romantic feelings involved.

The pictures shown aren’t real ‼️ all of the pictures are found on pinterest. Not proofread!

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You couldn’t bare the frustration pent up inside. You were dry, and i’m sure you know what that means. Pleasure can be achieved in all causes, but the effects are borderline diverse.

You couldn’t achieve the pleasure you want. Even if you tried, even if you guide his hand to where you want it, he seems to be fucking it up every time. “Did you cum?” Yeah. To your senses.

You were ashamed of yourself. The lust building up as you worked yourself through every night, temporarily relieving the pain and the desperation. This wasn’t healthy. You were too deprived. You needed someone to take care of you the way you should be taken care of.

And that’s where it happened, the early springs of 2023. Where her hands ran through your body. Your moans surrounding the soft skin of her ears, Your nails scratching her back as every thrust of hers seems to get better and better. “How about the guy you’re fucking huh?” Ellie asked. Her breath penetrating your skin. But that’s not the only thing she’s penetrating, is it?

You were nothing but a plaything for Ellie. You were just one of her bodies that she had gained. You were nothing but a one-time-thing.

Yes, it’s harsh. But you knew what you were getting in to. “He doesn’t do it better than you.” you breathed. Your head was spinning, it was too good. He could never touch you like this.

“Fuck. You’re tight. That’s fucking new, he must have done so bad.” Ellie laughed as she ran her hands around your body, violating every single part of you. Your eyes starts to form tears, the pent-up feeling inside intensifying.

“Please..” you breathed as you reached for her hands. “Come on babe, loosen up. I have somewhere to be. Other people to fuck.” Ellie chuckled as she starts to go knuckle-deep in to you. Your pupils dilated, you loved it so much. You’d rather have the town’s fuckboy fucking you and taking advantage of you rather than some pimp who can’t even find your clit.

“No…” you breathed as you brought her hands closer to your neck. “Focus on me tonight. Please? Just this once..” you breathed as you watched Ellie crack a smile. Laughing at your antics. “You really love being used don’t you?” Ellie spoke. Her moans mixing in between her sentences as she felt you clench around her fingers.

Your whole body surrendered to her. Your body loved every move she made and you wish that it would never stop. You wish you were hers. But you knew that you were just one of her girls tonight.

Force me and choke me till I pass out

You screamed. Feeling your cheeks sting as Ellie’s hand landed on your cheek and as her other hand gripped at your throat. Never realizing that her silicone cock was already ramming inside you. “It’s t-too much! Please- FUCK” You screamed as you seemed to feel lightheaded. “I’m gonna fuck you until you fucking pass out. So just take it for me? yeah?” Ellie laughed as your body went ragdoll on her.

We don’t gotta be inlove, no…

“Ellie..” The bright blonde hair girl whispered as Ellie ran her hands through her body. Completely unaware that you were in the locker room with them. “Please be gentle..” The blonde moaned as Ellie’s slim fingers entered inside the poor girl’s dripping cunt. The sloppy sounds of the girls cunt starts to intensify as it got louder and faster by the second. Pleads could be heard, curses, and even slaps. You bit your lip, knowing that he could never give you that. “Ellie… please. Be gen- ahh fuck! hmph.. please I-“ “Shut up.” Ellie muttered as she continued to abuse the girls cunt.

I don’t gotta be the one, no

“Where are you going?” you asked in confusion, holding the blanket up to your chest. Seeing Ellie sat on the edge of the bed, putting on her shoes. “I’m going now.” You scoffed at the nonchalant response. “You’re seriously leaving? It’s 3am Ellie.” You argued, biting your lip with hesitation. “Look, i’m sure you know you’re not the only one i’m fucking. So if you wanna get fucked again just say that.” Ellie snapped her gaze at you, her eyes stabbing through you as you shivered under her intense gaze.

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight

Top of the world but I'm still not free..

The difficulty of choosing between Ellie and your boyfriend was never a requirement. But it was a must. Ellie was never serious, you knew she wasn’t. She was just there for the temporary relief. But somehow it was always so fucking confusing as to how she treated you different than any one else.

Nothing was ever new. Everytime your boyfriend needed a good fuck, you would let him. But it always resulted to you thinking about Ellie. How she would feel, how she would say your name, and how she would fuck you. The thing about Ellie that is so fun that she was so experimental, she makes sex fun. It was never about cumming. It was about you and her and that’s something that you will never be able to experience with her. Because you had him.

Give me tough love, leave me nothing when I come down.

“Ellie, you can’t just leave me alone here.” You groaned, getting situated as Ellie scoffed at your figure. “Look, i’m doing this for you. Don’t get too attached.”

I love when you're submissive

“You’re gonna do as I say, yeah?” Ellie asked as you sat on her lap. Gasping as you feel her reach around, you whined as you felt her slim fingers enter your wet cunt. Pumping in and out of you. You gripped at her wrist, feeling her fingers soft skin rub against your walls, you cried as the feeling felt too good. “Okay, breathe in.” you gasped keeping the air locked inside of you. “Good girl. Hold it.” you held your breath as your doe-eyes locked with Ellie’s. Ellie smiled softly as her hands ran through your chest up to your neck, softly putting pressure on the sides of your soft skin. “Here, i’m helping you.” you nodded, feeling yourself float away as your breath was locked inside your chest. You wanted to breathe, but it was too good. The hands on your neck felt too good. All of it… was just addicting.

You squirmed, feeling Ellie’s 3 digits enter you in a rough and fast manner. She has already found your spot, and that was fucking humanly impossible. Or maybe, you just haven’t found the right person to fuck you like she does. Your thighs clenched, your high coming close. “I can feel you clench baby. You wanna cum? huh?” Ellie smirked as she found it hard to push back her digits in to you as you got tighter. “You’re gonna breathe when I tell you. Okay?” You nodded feeling your vision blurr. the pleasure and the lack of oxygen heightening your senses. You began to scratch Ellie’s thigh as you felt that you were almost about to explode. “Okay cum for me in 10…” You scratched against her skin, hearing her groan curses. “9…” “8…” You closed your eyes shut, feeling yourself almost pass out. But you can’t. You need to cum first. You were desperate, it was amazing. “7..” “6..” “5..”

‘Please’ you thought as Ellie was counting excruciatingly slow. “4…” “3..” “2..” Ellie paused. Laughing as you popped your eyes open, looking at her with pleading eyes. “Come on… you can do it. 2 and a half..” you groaned as you slapped her thigh. “Ooh feisty girl… okay, 1…” Your eyes started to form tears as your orgasm was built up inside your stomach. Your face started to turn pale as your breath was still trapped inside. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t beg, you couldn’t moan. It was torture. But you loved it. “0.. Breathe. Cum for me baby. Come on.” You gasped as you felt the air flow around you again, violently shaking as your orgasm washed you out. Ellie’s fingers still ramming inside you as she was riding you out. “That’s such a good girl. There we go..” Ellie praised as she whispered in your ear, calming you down as you were breathing heavily. “It’s okay now.. It’s okay.” She reassured as your body went lump.

We don’t gotta be inlove, no..

I don’t gotta be the one, no..

I just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

[wandussyfantasy]

Waiting

Summary: Wanda and Reader pass time together while they wait to hear back from Natasha and Steve.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only, MINORS DNI, spanking, biting, scratching

“Any word?” You tiredly asked as you flopped on the bed of the hotel, exhausted and sore from fighting on the mission. It was supposed to be a quick in and out operation but the wire you used to hover was snapped and the alarm was set off. Wanda had to swoop in and rescue you, which wasn’t ideal for people on the run to be spotted. It’s sometimes acceptable for one, but for two, it’s a major risk.

Wanda checks the communicator again but no new messages have been received. “No, nothing yet. How are you feeling?” She walks over to stand over you.

“I’m fine, just sore. I’m going to have to talk to Nat about finding newer supplies, I can’t do my job if my equipment makes that impossible.” You pull out the device that failed you as you look at the old thing. Since being on the run, everyone has had to adjust to working with what you have and what you can acquire. “Hey, is Vision coming to visit you anytime soon? Maybe you can have him bring some from my old stash. If Tony hasn’t thrown it out by now.”

Wanda shrugs, “I’ll try to get the message to him.” You thank her as you get out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“Shower, want to join?” You ask with a grin and a wink. Wanda grabs one of the pillows and tosses it at you. “No need to get violent little witch,” you chuckle as you toss the pillow on the bed and enter the bathroom. When you take your grimey uniform off of your body, you’re disgusted by the dirt and blood that it’s covered in. You’ve been living in this thing for months and you were sick of it. You pull the hotel robe on and gather the outfit off of the floor. “Do you think it would be too risky to have the hotel clean these? Steve always says it's risky but I can’t be stealthy if they can smell me a mile away,” you look up from your clothes.

“What are you doing?”Wanda is laid out in an inviting pose on the bed completely naked. At your question she moves to her knees and beckons you to the edge of the bed with her finger.

“I figured we'd get bored waiting again and just thought we'd skip the usual fight against what we're feeling.” She dips her delicate fingers in the opening of the robe and drags her finger tips down the length of your torso. “You can tell me to stop,” she whispers against your lips as she hooks her fingers around the belt of the robe. You kiss her in response. Wanda frees you of the robe and you let it pool around your feet before leaning into her more. After months of spending alone time with Wanda in one hotel room to another, it got tougher and tougher to ignore the tension between the two of you. It started with a boring night in a rundown motel room that had a fully stocked mini bar. Followed by nights of pretending to be bored and acting as if nothing could happen between the two of you again. Now she was done with all of that and so were you. It's not that there was any reason they couldn't be together. A relationship just didn't seem like something in the cards right now.

Your arms wrap around her as you lay her down on the bed. “Fuck Wanda,” you moan when she reaches between your legs and wraps her hand around your growing cock. She smiles from the effect she has on you, forcing you to move your lips from hers to every other part of her. She moves her head to the side to grant you more access to your favorite spots on her. They would make her crumble under your lips and it made you feel powerful. To be able to control the pleasure of one of the most powerful people you've ever known and have her begging you for more was an indescribable feeling.

Wanda's movements begin to get sloppy as your actions cause her to lose focus. You move your hands delicately along the smooth skin of her body. Leaving trails of goosebumps behind. When your lips reach the tops of her breasts you look up to watch her reaction. You continue to place your kisses until you get to her left nipple. You start by leisurely dragging the tip of your tongue in a circle before closing your mouth on her breast. She lets out a satisfied sigh. Wanda moves her hands into your hair to comb her fingers through it as you give attention to her other breast with your right hand.

Getting a little creative, Wanda starts rubbing your penis against her pussy until you get the hint and start rolling your hips, switching the attention of your mouth to her right breast. You grunt as she lets go of you and you feel how dripping wet she is as her natural lubricant leaks onto your cock, making you want to skip everything and go straight to the finish line. But you don't. You can't. There's still so much that you want to do.

Once you're done playing with her breasts, you move further down her soft body until you are face to face with her beautiful pussy. You kiss her mound a couple times as a thank you for the access. Wanda has one leg bent up and the other laying flat on the bed. You massage both with your hands as you begin to eat her out. She covers her mouth with the pillow to muffle her moans once she feels your tongue inside of her. As much as you would love to hear her be as loud as possible, it was safer that the two of you take extra precautions. The last thing the team needs is for the two of you to get caught because of a noise complaint.

While you move your tongue through her warm folds, occasionally sticking it through her hole and sucking on her clit, you use one hand to cover the rest of your thick cock with her fluids. Wanda is clutching the pillow to her face at your maneuvers and playing with her breasts with her free hand. And when she starts to give off the impression that she is close to cumming, you pull away completely. Making her squirm and groan in frustration as she now desperately needs that release.

Wanda removes the pillow from her face so she can plead with you but you shake your head. “Not yet,” you continue to tug on your dick, fondling your balls a little bit. Wanda's breathing slows down some and you climb back on top of her. “Good girl,” you praise as you caress her cheek and go in for a sweet kiss. She whimpers at your treatment, she was loving every second of it.

Without warning, you penetrate her fully. She makes a surprised sound making your cock twitch inside of her. You pull all of the way out and make your way back in slowly, starting with just the tip. You control yourself only going in a little bit further each time. She tries to lock her legs around you to pull you in further, but you press your thumb on her clitoris to make her legs fall open. Her body arches up against you, breaking the kiss. So you suck on her throat as you continue to enter her, inch by inch with each drawn out thrust.

“Please,” Wanda chokes out. You ask her what she wants against her collarbone. “Harder, faster,” she whispers. You give into her request and begin to pound her harder and faster. Losing all control and giving into the overwhelming pleasure until you want to switch into a different position. You pull out of her suddenly and pull her up to her knees. “What are you doing?”

You sit against the headboard and pat your lap. “Sit,” you tell her and she smiles as she climbs on top of you. Wanda slides down on your cock easier. She has both hands on your shoulders to help her ride you and you have your hands on her buttcheeks. Wanda bounces up and down on your cock and even stops every few seconds to grind her hips into yours.

“Spank me,” she gasps out as the two of you pick up the pace. The request would have surprised the both of you if neither of you were so lost in the haze. You do as she asks and it elicits a loud moan from her that you’re quick to cover her mouth with your hand to muffle. As a punishment for being too loud, you spank her two more times. When you remove your hand from her mouth, Wanda thanks you and brings you in a sloppy and heated kiss.

As the tension begins to grow close again, you realize you’ll have to end this session soon. So you lock her arms around your neck and hold her body close to yours and pound into her harder and faster. Her walls tighten around you deliciously and when she is close to screaming, Wanda gets bold again and clamps down on your shoulder, sending you over the edge faster than you were ready for. The last couple thrusts are jagged and slow because of the force of your orgasm throwing you off your rhythm. You spill everything deep inside of her. The feeling of you exploding inside of her for the first time makes Wanda experience an orgasm like no other. She is digging her nails into your skin as she clutches to you for dear life.

When the two of you come down, Wanda apologizes for having added to your injuries. Along with the cuts and bruises you had sustained from the mission itself. You now sported nails and bite marks from Wanda. Something that you didn’t mind at all. “It’s okay, love.” You kiss her lips but Wanda still feels bad so she kisses the markings she made. “Now I’m yours,” you say to cheer her up.

“Mm, don’t say that. We won’t have time to clean up if you get me yearning for more,” Wanda says as she lifts herself off of your softening dick. “Speaking of which, you’re right. We might be able to send our clothes out to be cleaned but I’ve been working on a solution for that.” She Stands up and grabs your forgotten uniform off of the ground and waves her hand over it. The uniform looks brand new which you should have reacted to immediately but your attention was lost on your cum spilling out of her and rolling down the inside of her thigh. You lick your lips as you begin to fantasize causing your cock to be standing up ready for another round when Wanda turns to you. She shakes her head as she notices your erection. “No, go shower,” she says as she points to the bathroom.

“Come on, you could join me,” you grin when she considers the offer.

“Fine, but after that, no more for the rest of the night. We have to be on alert.” You excitedly follow her into the bathroom as you agree to her conditions.

The End.

[novoaa1writes]

come, sit, stay

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pairing(s): softdark!natasha romanoff x gnc!reader

summary:

You have to resist the urge to shrink away when she lowers herself to a crouch. All at once, she’s close, too close, close enough that you could reach through the bars and touch her if you wanted. 

“Look at me, pup.”

You do. The expression on her face is neither malicious nor lustful; rather, devoid of emotionality. Utterly unreadable. 

No matter. Lost though you may be, you harbor no illusions about the vulnerability of your current state. She holds your leash; she has since she caught you. You know it, and she does, too. 

Or: You haven't the faintest clue what it's like to have an owner—much less someone like her.

contains: non-con dynamics, forced pet play, dehumanization

[cross-posted on ao3]

word count: ~1,400

rating: mature

warnings: non-con dynamics, forced pet play, dehumanization, referenced non-con body modification, referenced non-con medical experimentation/surgery, minor blood, power imbalance, light bondage (cage)

notes: continuation of/companion to a recent work! (link below) i’ve decided to rename the first work and file this under the series name “build-a-pet” ‘cause i mean. that’s kinda what’s happening here and all, ya dig

also, i’m not doing tag lists anymore (with the exception of the ongoing “find you again” series), because i suck at them. sorryyy

see end notes for translation of russian terms!

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previous part: day 0

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You awake to aching limbs, a dry throat, and curious smells. 

Consciousness comes gradually. A rare mercy, but the pounding in your skull tells you you’ve already slept far too long to bask in it. 

Prying open one eyelid, then two, you scan your surroundings with bleary eyes. You’re curled on your side, bare-ass naked, both knees folded to your chest inside… a rectangular cage. A quick glance finds its dimensions larger than you’re used to, with ample room to sit up and crawl on all fours. The bars are thinner, too, but you’ve no doubt they’re quite secure; and the door…

The door. Panic grips you. 

It’s open. No lock in sight. 

What kind of cage doesn’t lock?

Where the hell are you?

You’re quick to rise to all fours as your search turns frantic, adrenaline and fear eclipsing all tearing aches from inactivity and injury until it’s all you can do to keep from vibrating with the force of it. Your heartbeat thuds double-time in your chest, wide-eyed gaze darting this way and that. 

You don’t see much—tall ceilings, a well-lit fireplace, twin lounge chairs complete with matching ottomans—before a pair of startling green eyes meet your own, effectively nailing you to the spot. 

Natasha leans casually against the nearby wall wearing a lazy smirk that broadens when your gaze catches hers. She hasn’t changed since last you saw her; donning black jeans, a wife beater, and a well-worn leather jacket. Scarlet-red hair is pulled back and woven into twin braids that tickle her shoulders. Her face is devoid of makeup, though it does nothing to dull her beauty. 

She could have been there for hours or minutes; you’ve no way of telling. 

As you watch, she cocks a single, well-manicured brow. 

At that, you realize you’re staring. Cheeks burning, you hasten to lower your gaze to the floor.

“Finally awake, then,” she rumbles in a low, contralto drawl. It’s not a question. “How’d you sleep?”

Her voice comes from much closer, this time, causing you to flinch like you’ve been struck. 

If you strain your downcast gaze, you can just glimpse the scuffed toes of her boots in your periphery. Christ. You hadn’t even heard her move. 

“Okay, thank you,” you murmur politely. The words feel like gravel in your throat. 

Whatever Stark did to you, it’s made speaking a nuisance. It scrapes your throat, burns your lungs. It feels unnatural, period. Who wants a talking pet, anyhow? 

You have to resist the urge to shrink away when she lowers herself to a crouch. All at once, she’s close, too close, close enough that you could reach through the bars and touch her if you wanted. 

“Look at me, pup.”

You do. The expression on her face is neither malicious nor lustful; rather, devoid of emotionality. Utterly unreadable. 

No matter. 

Lost though you may be, you harbor no illusions about the vulnerability of your current state. She holds your leash; she has since she caught you. You know it, and she does, too. 

“Does it hurt to talk?”

Your cheeks burn. Biting your lip hard, you nod. 

Natasha nods, as though this answer pleases her. “Are you in any pain?”

That gives you pause. Of course you’re in pain. Is this a trick?

The tick in her jaw suggests she’s displeased by your reticence. Slowly, carefully, you chance another nod. 

“Can you crawl?”

You almost huff, but think better of it at the last second. You nod once more.

Her lips twitch. With amusement or satisfaction, you can’t tell. “Молодец,” she murmurs, rising to her feet and turning on her heel. She does not spare a backwards glance as she strides over to the crackling fireplace, then settles into a cross-legged position in the center of the rug, her back to you. “Ко мне,” she calls, little more than an afterthought. 

Regardless, the effect is the same.

You shoot up on all fours with a speed that makes you wince, biting your lip hard to smother the pained whimper that follows. It’s a reflex, a mistake. You should know better, but realization doesn’t hit until it’s too late, until small fangs have broken skin, and it’s all you can do to bite back a hiss. You don’t need a mirror to know you’re bleeding. 

Your lapse costs you. You spring forth perhaps a bit too hastily, trading the padded floor of the crate for gleaming marble. Pain traverses your veins like wildfire. 

Your knees smart as you clamber over, fingertips curled beneath knuckles in that paw-esque fashion that now comes as naturally to you as breathing. Stark and his stupid, infernal experiments. 

Blood, warm and wet, wells up along your lower lip. Reflexively, your tongue flicks out to lap it up. The metallic taste is a comfort, however fleeting. 

You couldn’t sneak up on her if you tried, but you don’t dare expect that to mean she’d permit being approached from behind. Circling ‘round, you give her a wide berth. The heat of the fire sears your skin, yet the carpet lining proves a welcome comfort. As you reach Natasha, the acuity of sensation fades and you slow to a wary crawl, uncertainty thumping in your chest. 

You imagine her gaze boring into you—through you. Blood stains your lips anew, its coppery scent tickling your nostrils. 

“Ближе,” she murmurs. You don’t understand this one, and she must know it, for she’s quick to translate: “Closer.”

Dutifully, you shuffle forth until your knuckles graze her folded legs.

“Сидеть.”

This one, evidently, you know. 

You fall back on your heels at once, muscles deflating in a dizzying rush. Gnarled hands pull themselves into your lap, and your chin dips lower toward your chest—a show of deference.

When her fingers brush your jaw, you don’t dare flinch back. You hold still, perfectly still as they travel down and forth, coming to rest beneath your chin. When they urge you up, you go without protest, tilting your jaw up until you have to strain to keep your own kneecaps in sight. At this angle, you could look her in the eye if you dared. 

You’re not that dumb. 

“Глаза,” she murmurs. “Eyes.”

You oblige. 

Her gaze burns where it meets yours. 

You clench your jaw and bear it. 

It’s a relief when it flickers down to your lips… and stays there. 

“You’re bleeding,” she observes, sounding perhaps awed, or engrossed, or something else entirely. Her eyes are darker now, no longer such a lurid jade-green hue. A trick of the light, perhaps? 

You swallow. 

Gently, deliberately, she swipes at pooling copper with the pad of her thumb. 

The slight touch sends a shudder down your spine, but you pay it little mind. Seconds later, the warmth of her touch leaves your chin; you hardly notice that, either. 

You’re possessed, spellbound as she brings her thumb to parted lips, engulfs the tip and then some—suckles at the taste of you with slightly hollowed-out cheeks and a groan that cleaves to the marrow of your bones. 

Your thighs tremble, making you clench in an effort to hold still. 

She eyes you with interest when she’s finished, thumb pressed idly against pouted lips. “Sweet,” she hums. 

Were your complexion about three shades lighter, you’d be blushing pink to the roots of your hair. As it is, you can’t help wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. 

Her next command takes you by surprise. “Лежать.” Lie down. 

You hate the disappointment that blooms in your chest even as your body does not hesitate to follow. You’re in position before you understand what’s happened, all curled up and ball-shaped on the rug like a housecat settling in for an afternoon nap. 

It’s as though a switch has been flipped.

Fatigue follows fast on its heels, dousing you like a tidal wave. Is it conditioning, or is it you? 

Is there a difference? 

It’s humiliating. It’s wonderful. Your limbs assume the position like they’re made for it. You suppose, now, they kind of are.

The crackling fire is warm along your back. You almost preen when a familiar touch parts bedraggled strands of hair, blunt nails grazing along your scalp in a soothing rhythm. The rumbling purr that follows is no surprise. Sleep tugs at you, and you are tired of fighting it. You’re tired, period. 

“Sleep, котёнок. I’m here.”

It’s the last thing you hear before unconsciousness swallows you whole. 

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end notes: right so.... me when there’s.... right. yes. you all understand, i’m sure... .....

no idea if i wanna continue this (like ideally, yes, but as always, i’m pressed for time, so this is what i’ve got right now), but uhhhh yeah. lemme know what you think?

translation for russian terms (stresses marked in bold):

молодец | molodyets | excellent, good

ко мне | ko mnye | “come” (to me)

ближе | blizhe | comparative degree of близко (adverb) and близкий (adjective) meaning “closer”

сидеть | sidyet’ | infinitive form of the verb “to sit.” used when telling a pet (a dog, specifically) to sit

глаза | glaza | eyes (nominative plural form)

лежать | lyezhat’ | infinitive form of the verb “to lie (down).” used when telling a pet (read: dog) to lie down

котёнок | kotyonok | kitten

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[the-type-a]

Duncney Week 2024

Day 6: They Don’t Know How Special You Are…

“Your secret’s safe with me…” Create a bonus scene from any season where Duncney share some fluffy moments.

*Read under break*

It had been a few weeks since Courtney surprised everyone and came back in the middle of season two. A few weeks and she had laid out her new personality that came with a nice stack of rules to give her an upper hand.

Speaking of Courtney. She was on her way to the elimination ceremony when a familiar whistle caught her attention. She rolled her eyes as she saw Duncan beckoning her into the woods. Everything in her told her to keep walking towards the arena but her legs seemed to have other plans.

She looked around making sure nobody was around before ditching the paved path for a ground filled with dips, rocks, and dirt.

They didn’t say a word to each other as they forged ahead, only coming to a complete stop when they both knew they were a good hearing distance away.

“So you’re really back and going to be a complete bitch to everyone?” Duncan said as he turned to face her.

“I’m not being a bitch! I’m playing it safe.” She defended herself matter of factly. But all Duncan did was cock his eyebrow up, “By being a bitch. Got it.”

“Was your plan just to insult me?”

Courtney made to leave but Duncan’s voice stopped her in her tracks.

“You can play it up all you want, Princess, but I know you.”

She didn’t move as she heard the twigs snapping under his heavy feet indicating he was standing right behind her now.

“If you want me to play along that’s fine,” Duncan started as he reached out and played with a strand of her hair. Courtney desperately wanted to lean into his touch but kept her composure as he continued his sentence, “but just don’t forget who you really are.”

“And that would be?” She hummed as Duncan’s hand brushed the side of her neck. He leaned in to whisper, “An uptight Princess with a pole up your butt.”

Her eyes snapped open and smacked his hand away.

“I’m kidding.” He laughed at the look of her face when she faced him. “You’re independent, strong, and can kick anyone’s ass if deserved.”

Courtney didn’t say anything to him now. She was still in a little shock that she’d let him get so close to her so soon. Duncan didn’t seem to notice as he kept talking.

“You know, you have a pretty good shot at winning this game playing fair and square.”

“That got me absolutely nowhere last time.” She said as she crossed her arms.

He shrugged, “Well things are a little different now.”

“How so?”

Courtney didn’t pull back when Duncan reached for her hands. Their fingers laced together as he pulled her just a little closer.

“You have me here to back you up.”

“I don’t need your help, Duncan.”

She tried to free her hands but his grip tightened, keeping her in place.

“It wasn't an offer.” His voice was serious, causing Courtney to take a deep breath with a shake of her head.

“Duncan, I watched how playing this way got in between Trent and—” she paused, the thought of saying Gwen’s name felt awkward to her considering she was now so close to Duncan.

“Courtney.”

His eyes softened as he saw what she wasn’t able to say out loud. Duncan hated how everything had played out for them so far.

“Nothing happened between me and Gwen.” He assured her.

She couldn’t meet his eyes. A part of her knew she was being ridiculous, but the other? The other was taunting her and pushing her to believe every fucked up scenario it conjured up.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re broken up.”

“We don’t have to be.”

Courtney felt like she wasn’t breathing as one of his hands let go of hers only to brush a strand of her hair out her face. It traced behind her ear and slowly made its way up her neck to tilt her head up.

“I miss you.”

Time slowed down as Duncan leaned forward ready to give her exactly what they both wanted. But Courtney couldn’t allow it. There was no way she was going to lose track of the game again.

“See you at elimination.”

She forced out as she backed up before her body could react to his touch. His hand dropped in front of him and a long sigh escaped his mouth. Duncan rubbed his temple as she turned to leave the woods.

“This’ll be fun.” He called out to her.

“What?” Courtney asked as she turned to face him. She hated how she couldn’t just let it go. How she needed to know whatever his fucked up head was thinking.

“Getting you to admit you still want me.”

He smirked as she choked up at his words. Duncan knew she was putting her walls up again, but getting that reaction out of her proved it wasn’t over. And he would gladly break them down just like last season.

After all, it’s what made them, them.

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[ashleyh713fanfics]

Dazai X Odasaku!Sister Ch8

Chapter 8: "I'll Be Here To Welcome You"

Summary: Oda's sister finds herself at Dazai's port mafia apartment after he offered to let her stay the night. He tries to get a reaction out of her but fails miserably, or does he? (Part 1 of 2, this one is more fluff and the next part will be very angst.)

Warning: pm! fifteen year old dazai, Dazai self destructing, Odasaku death mentions, Dazai is rough but for a purpose, manipulative behavior from both sides, underage drinking, talks of suicide. I gave Oda's sister a name but you can imagine it as y/n.

(This is chapter eight of my fanfic "Timeless" which is now on A03. It carries on from the three part intro I posted a couple days ago. I'll link it below to fully understand the story. Asagao's ability is to stop time for up to six seconds.)

Three Part Intro Here: (just cause the first chapter is so long)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

A03 Version Here:

Word count: 5k total

As the two kids made their way through the city streets of Yokohama, Dazai���s fingers tightened onto Odasaku’s sister’s wrist in order to drag her to their next destination.

He had tried to walk in front of her but after a couple blocks it was clear that Asagao’s blurry eyesight along with her drunken giggles betrayed her with each step, bumping into nearby strangers and random walls. And though it was quite funny to watch, the boy also didn’t really wanna treat a concussion tonight. 

But Dazai also didn’t really like the connotation that hand holding had either, the touch far too personal and intimate for his liking. So, he settled on her wrist, pulling her behind him like some sort of puppy on a leash. It wasn’t like Asa seemed to mind though. 

No, in fact it was like the girl was in her own world, smiling like an idiot the entire time as they turned another corner only for her to finally speak since their time at the bar. “Hey, Osu. Not that I’m not happy about your offer or anything but now that I think about it, isn’t it gonna seem suspicious for me to go to your house like this?” 

Dazai only shook his head though, pausing his steps for a moment in order to pull his arm towards him so the Asagao would stumble forward and meet him halfway. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I do this all the time.” 

And stumble she did, the girl gasping at the sudden move only to place her hands onto his forearms for support so she didn’t completely fall on her face. “You do?” 

Nodding back, he hummed, not minding the touch as it wasn’t gentle or intimate in any way. “Mhm. Does that make you jealous?” 

Asa only turned her head though, clearly confused by what he was trying to say. “Why would I be jealous of that?” 

Lifting his fingers up, Dazai’s thumb and forefinger moved toward her cheeks before forcing her head forward in order for him to give a low mischievous smirk.  “Because of the things I do with those women.” 

He was messing with her obviously but there was also some truth in his statement, because he did play around with women, he did take them to his port mafia based apartment and then leave them on the street once he was done like nothing had happened. 

Dazai used them, he took the attributes that benefited him and then he threw them away without so much of a thank you or a call afterwards. 

And now he was doing the same thing to Oda’s sister..well in a way.

He was using her for her ties to his best friend, and the only difference was that Asa was fully aware of it. That didn’t make it right though. Even Dazai could understand that much. 

But all that self awareness didn’t stop him from halting his evil ways. What could he say? Bad habits died hard. This was all the boy knew how to do anyways and it was Asa’s fault for ever agreeing to such a toxic relationship to begin with. 

Asagao only frowned though, her icy blue eyes batting in pure innocence between his fingers as she replied softly. “Why would that make me jealous though?” 

Then all at once, she watched the feared port mafia executive gasp in order to reel back before slumping over in a childish pout. “Ah! Asa-chan, you’re so mean! Girlfriends are supposed to be mad and cry and throw things when boyfriends talk about other women! It’s like you don’t care about me at all!” 

The girl only blinked in surprise though, her drunk haze not allowing her to connect the upset in her brain. She thought their relationship was already pretty clear. “But we aren’t really boyfriend and girlfriend though, we are just using each other..” 

Yet that’s when Dazai gasped once more before dramatically falling to his hands and knees in order to look up at her and point to his bandaged face. “That doesn’t matter! It’s the principle of the thing. I am an attractive man so it’s only natural you’d be jealous of my history of sleeping with other women and taking them to my place like I'm doing right now with you.” 

Didn’t she get it, didn’t she understand that he was treating her just like any other slut and whore that crossed his path? She wasn’t special to him, he had basically told her that to her face and she still wasn’t jealous? He thought she said that she fell for him. 

Asa only crouched down to meet him though, her hands wrapping around her knees before giving him that same candy coated sweet smile she always did. “Oh! I couldn’t do that though. What you’ve done in the past and even the present doesn’t bother me. I already know where we stand so you don’t gotta worry about that, Osu!”

Narrowing his eyes in skepticism, Dazai then watched in real time as his insults and mockery dissolved before it hit her face causing the boy to sigh heavily. 

She should’ve been mad at him, it would’ve been so much easier than whatever this was. 

She had already let him get away with so many things. Why couldn’t she be normal for once and threaten him with the disgust like he deserved? Why was she instead always staring at him with the cute innocent little smile, the one that made his heart twist and turn with self disgust?

Lifting his hands up once more, Dazai than pinched the blind happiness from her lips, pushing her cheeks together in a goofy fashion in order to drop his act with a grumble. “Boo, you’re no fun Asa-chan. What kind of reaction is that? I wanted to see your cheeks get all puffy and your face get all red!

Asagao seemed to think about his sentence for a moment before her own fingers moved to her cheeks in order to puff them out in a fake pout to try and simulate what he was looking for only for Dazai to snort and shake his head in exasperation. 

Ah damn it, she was such a cute little drunk. Wasn’t she? Wanting to please him like this even though he was just messing with her. What a loser. 

So much so, Dazai then closed his eyes pushing her head down with his hand, rubbing the top of her hair in a messy fashion before standing back up. “Don’t push yourself, darling. You’re gonna pass out like that and I’m not gonna carry you.  Besides, we are here already.” 

Reaching his hand out, he then reattached his possessive hold around her wrist before pulling her back off the ground in order to walk up to the massive glass building in front of them. 

Asagao felt her head spin at the motion before her blurry eyes couldn’t help but focus on the sight before her. And even with half of the view and alcohol in her system, the girl could tell that the place was intimidating, the building looming over her in silent wait. 

She didn’t have much time to process it though as Dazai’s body pushed her past the entrance and into the lobby only for the two kids to be met by a row of lined up black suited men, their heads immediately bowing to the sight of the executive. “Welcome back, sir.”

Dazai completely ignored them though, his posture stiff and ever watchful as Asa gave them a polite smile and bow of her head in return with a small greeting of her own. “Oh, hello. Nice to meet you. I’m..” 

Yet that’s then the boy simply tugged her arm forward in order to practically push the girl into the nearest elevator as fast as possible, her unsteady legs stumbling into the wall with a squeak of surprise.

It was rough, yes. But this was how he treated all the other girls that he brought back and it couldn't look any different. No, nothing could raise suspicion that this was more than a typical one night stand. Otherwise their escapade would be reported to Mori. 

And that was a headache he didn’t want to deal with, knowing that her existence would cause Mori to dig his claws into the poor innocent Asagao without hesitation.

Hell, she probably shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. Ango would've definitely killed him for it, and not in a fun way.

But living on the edge of danger was an exciting thrill Dazai couldn’t pass up. He knew he could be smarter than Mori. He knew he could fool him, and that enough was reason to test his little theory and win. 

But in order to do that, he had to make this little act believable. That’s why he didn’t bat an eye at his rough demeanor, simply stepping into the elevator only to watch his idiot lackey subordinates try to follow. 

Oh no, he couldn’t have that. Seems like they were already suspicious of his intentions. Asagao wasn’t normally the type of girl he would’ve brought back after all. She was dorky and naive, usually the sluts he picked were stupid but but clearly experienced. 

Turning his head back to the men, Dazai spoke, his voice chilling and final. “That won’t be necessary.” 

And for a moment, the men hesitated, their steps pausing before glancing back to the red haired female and then back to their boss in reply. “But sir..” 

Realizing he needed to prove his intentions, Dazai then turned back to Oda’s sister before closing his eyes with conflict. He had a plan, he knew how to get them off his back but he also knew that Odasaku wouldn’t have approved. 

But desperate times caused for desperate measures. 

And to make matters worse, his silent stare seemed to cause Asagao to sense the tension as well, her head turning in drunken confusion before lifting her hand out in concern. “Osam..”

Yet before she could finish his name, Dazai’s hand grasped onto hers forcefully in order to push his body into hers as Asagao’s back slammed against the wall of the elevator before he shifted his head to obstruct the view of the subordinates. 

Then he slapped his hand over her surprised mouth before pressing his lips roughly to his own hand, the distance practically nonexistent as Dazai’s handmade barrier became the only thing keeping the two from skin to skin contact. 

But from the way his head was turned, the men only saw the executives body and hair in order for them to make the connection in their mind that Dazai had ravaged her lips in a possessive claim of ownership. 

The move only lasted for a second before the executive allowed his hand to drop from her lips in order to place one shushing motion in its place and turn around towards the watchful eyes with cold resolve. “I said, I wanted to be alone. Or do I need to repeat myself?” 

All at once, the men jumped in clear fear before immediately bowing in apology in order to click the elevator button with a gasp. “Sorry sir, please enjoy your night.” 

Then the door closed, leaving Dazai and Asagao alone as the cocky victorious boy turned towards her with a teasing smirk. “Now don’t get carried away, Asa-chan. You know why I did that right?” 

Yet the moment he turned to her, it seemed like Asa was frozen in place, her entire body as still as a statue, almost like she was in some sort of state of shock. “Y-Yeah no. I get it. They were suspicious so you had to…” 

Nodding back in confirmation, Dazai then lowered his eyes before deciding to mock her even more, his hands resting on the wall a couple inches from her head. “Of course, that’s just a little sample. If you wanted, once we get to my place I could remove my hand and we could continue where we left off?” 

Yet a second later, the boy simply freed her from his prison in order to give her a goofy defensive stance. “Just kidding! I know better than to expect that kind of reaction from you.” 

She hadn’t given him anything when he played the jealousy card so Dazai was sure that it would be the same here. It seemed like the girl had no self awareness that he was a man at all. She didn’t see him that way apparently, which was annoying in itself. 

Was he not handsome enough to make her heart race? Surely any other woman would’ve swooned over the chance to kiss him. So why wasn’t she the same?

Giving up completely, Dazai then shrugged his shoulders before the elevator dinged as the boy made his way out without a care. “Ah well, now that’s over, let’s go.” 

Yet the boy got halfway across the floor before turning around in order to realize that Asagao was still standing in the elevator, her body just as stone still as before.

Well, that was weird, even for her. 

Backtracking back to the place, Dazai then turned his head in confusion, “Asa-chan?”

At the sound of her name, Asa seemed to jump back to life, her speech stuttered and small with every approaching step. “O-Oh yeah, sorry. Just give me a second. My legs feel like jelly for some reason.” 

Feeling himself stop right in front of her, Dazai then frowned before poking his finger straight into the forehead only for the girl to immediately collapse like a tower of cards, her legs giving out from underneath her before she giggled pathetically on the floor. “H-Ha ha sorry...I don’t know what’s gotten into me. You can just leave me here, I’ll catch up..” 

The boy only watched in stunned silence though, seeing the seemingly unchanging Oda Asagao crumble to her knees by a simple fake kiss in order for his lips to twist into a smug smile.

So she does see me as a man after all. 

And this time it was Dazai that crouched down to meet her, his lips letting out a small airy chuckle of pure amusement and relief before placing his hands onto his knees in reply. “Aww, Asa-chan. You’re so cute. I didn’t know you could be so flustered by me.” 

Finally finding use of her muscles, Asa then frowned before covering her entire face with her hands as Dazai saw the very bright pink hue of her entire face. “I-It was just a surprise, that’s all. That and the alcohol mixed together are making me weird.” 

The boy knew it was more than that though. Sure, she probably was more aware of him because of the alcohol but that blush on her cheeks was definitely because of their almost kiss. Ah, Asa-chan was always amusing him in the best ways. 

He couldn’t get sick of this even if he tried. 

Because of that, Dazai only rolled his eyes, not taking her words at face value before reaching his arms forward in order to hook them under her armpits. “Sure sure, whatever you wanna call it. Now come on, up you go!” 

Lifting his arms up, Asagao’s body then followed him, hosting her upwards until she was back on her feet before she stumbled into his chest. Wow, he really did a number on her, didn’t he? Poor princess couldn’t pull herself together, 

Dazai laughed in response, placing his hand to the back of her head in order to ground her to reality “So needy, love.” 

The girl only shook her head though, muttering a reply into his jacket. “Smmorry..” 

The words were muttered but he knew she was apologizing in some sort of way. Ah, damn it. Just when he thought Oda’s sister couldn’t get any more adorable she surpassed it. 

Thinking about his spontaneous kiss, Dazai felt his own eyes lower. This was kind of his fault in the first place. He didn’t give her any warning about what he was going to do. And though it was obvious that Asa didn’t hate his plan, she was certainly stunned by it. 

And normally his response would’ve been to step back and let her fall on her face but after their night at Bar Lupin and the blind words of faith he uttered about him, Dazai tried something different. 

This was his fault after all. “Ah well, I guess I’ll take responsibility this once.” 

Then the boy simply reached down before hoisting Asa up by her legs in order to push her over his shoulder, much to her surprise. “O-Osamu, what are you..” 

Dazai only cut her off though, voice smug. “Not another word, love or I’ll drop you.” 

That seemed to be enough to get her to pause before Dazai simply walked around the corner and opened the door to his apartment, not even bothering to flick on the light and throw the poor red haired girl face first onto the sofa and rid himself of the overly out of character act. 

Asagao only groaned at the impact though, feeling the soft cotton assault her face.

Yet that’s when his phone started to sound inside his pocket only for the boy to pull the object and read the text with a frown as Asa looked up from the cushions. “Who is that?” 

Sighing heavily, Dazai then shoved the object back in his jacket before replying shortly. “Mori. He probably wants to know why I missed the scheduled raid today.” 

At that, Asagao turned her head, anxiety in her eyes as she tried to process the sentence in her drunken brain. “What? Why did you miss it? Oh no, it’s not because I fell asleep on you, right? I told you you should’ve pushed me off. I didn’t wanna get you in trouble with your boss.” 

Dazai only shook his head though, unbothered by her stress. “Relax, love. I skip boring things all the time. Besides, it was worth it to hear the anger in my dog's voice! You did me a favor.” 

He then chuckled to himself, still pleased with the trouble he caused Chuuya only for Asa to speak out of his psychotic glee. “You should go smooth things out then.” 

Frowning at her words, Dazai then leaned forward in order to teasingly run a couple fingers through her messy crimson locks. “And leave my favorite girl all alone on our first night together?”

Asagao only shook her head though. “I don’t wanna keep you from your job. Plus it would be bad if they came looking for you, right? I’m not supposed to be here.” 

She was making him see logic, something that Dazai didn’t really want to face. The last thing he wanted to do was go see Mori and listen to his old man nagging, but she was right. If he didn’t show up then the boss would probably come to him, and that’s what he was trying to avoid. 

Looks like he had no choice. Just great. 

Humming in distaste for the truth, Dazai then leaned forward, his voice slightly threatening and low. “Then will you promise me you’ll be a good girl and wait for me here?” 

Asa didn’t seem shaken at all, her eyes playing in confusion under her large framed glasses. “What do you think I’m gonna do?” 

At that, Dazai couldn’t help but smile, telling her the absolute and honest truth. “I don’t know, and that’s the best thing about you, Asa-chan. I can’t predict you. You’re an enigma in the most interesting ways.” 

And she was, she really was. To Dazai, Oda’s sister was the most unpredictable force he had ever met. Sure, there were moments he could guess, there were circumstances where he could control her in the way he wanted, but there were others that left him completely and utterly speechless. 

When she said that he was a good man, when she called him precious, when she confessed that she would’ve joined the port mafia for him, they played on a strange complicated repeat inside his brain, the boy still unable to process them in any sense. She was dangerous in all the best and worst ways possible. 

But the most dangerous part of it all was that Asagao was completely oblivious to it all. She had no idea what kind of impact, what kind of unraveling her seemingly insignificant words had on the port mafia executive. 

And to prove his point, Asagao only smiled in response, the gentle and kind nature in itself absolutely earth shattering as she hummed back. “I’ll be here to welcome you home..” 

Not wanting to get uncomfortable by the proximity of her light, Dazai then quickly took a step back before immediately heading from the door before he changed his mind. 

How foolish of her, the audacity to say such a thing. This place wasn’t his home. 

He didn’t even have one of those. 

Shaking the thought from his mind, Dazai then looked back at the unmoving girl before speaking back threateningly, knowing it wouldn’t shake her in any way. “You better keep to that, love. Breaking a promise with the devil is a fate worse than death..” 

And just like that the mafioso disappeared from the apartment completely. 

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After a couple minutes, Asagao finally started to gain feeling back in her legs in order to sit up from the darkened sofa with a sigh. What was wrong with her? Why did she have to act so stupid in front of Osamu? Stupid alcohol, usually she was cooler than that. 

And more she thought about it, the more she felt her hands run over her face in an embarrassingly flustered groan. Osu kept having to look after her, first with her mistake of falling asleep on his shoulder and now when he carried her because she couldn’t stand.

Just great, Asagao, you keep inconveniencing him.

And to be honest, the fact that he was still sticking around was a complete mystery to her. Usually people got sick of her by now. It was probably because of their deal, that had been the only reason he was tolerating her this much. 

So much so, Asagao wanted to do something for him. Either for an apology or in some sort of appreciation for him showing her that wonderful bar and dealing with her this long. But what? What could make a scary mafia executive happy? 

Thinking about the idea, the girl then scrambled over to the light switch on the wall in order to flick the object and be greeted by Osamu’s apartment for the first time. 

Then without meaning to, Asagao’s eyes widened at the sight before her. 

And even without her full vision, the girl could feel the cold and empty nature of his place, like no one had ever actually occupied it. The walls were bare simple white, each room massive and yet just as lonely as the last. 

Sure, in theory this place was a dream, a playboy's penthouse, an expensive luxury, dripping with rare future/views of Yokohama, but in actuality it just felt like an empty shell. Did Osamu even sleep here half the time, or did he choose somewhere else?

Because to her, it seemed like the latter. 

Wanting to see if she was right, Asagao then gripped the ends of her glasses before slowly taking them off only for her to quickly slap them back on with a horrified gasp. No, she was right. This place was just as sad as she thought it was. 

It really was a reflection of who he was on the inside, a depressed, struggling, suicidal boy that was crying for help only to be met with ear chilling silence. 

The very sight caused Asagao to dip her head before an idea flashed inside her head. What if he came home to something different this time, what if she could change this empty sad feeling into something else? Would that make him smile? 

Would that give him the same happiness she felt tonight at Bar Lupin?

Quickly thinking back to conversations she overheard back home, Asa's eyes then filled with determination before moving outside of the apartment and down the elevator in order to reach the main lobby they had walked through before. 

Yet her thoughts were quickly stopped when she came face to face with those very same subordinates from earlier, their eyes looking at the girl with cautious confusion as she beamed. “Oh, hello! Remember me? We’ve met before, well kinda...anyways don’t mind me! I’m just gonna..” 

Although that’s when the men seemingly stepped into her path before speaking roughly. “Dazai has ordered that you go back to his apartment and wait for him to return. I suggest you listen before things get bad for you.”

He was threatening her, but Asa hardly cared, the girl was more interested in the first part of his sentence. Ah, Osamu knew she wouldn’t stay put. Smart boy. “Oh, did he? And what were his exact orders?” 

The man’s voice was straightforward. “To not let you out of our sight.” 

Humming in response, Asa then rocked her back on her heels before answering sweetly.  “And if I don’t listen?” 

At that, she watched the port mafia men take another step closer to her, something that didn’t cause her to shift at all. “Then tonight will be the last night you’re alive..” 

His fingers then brushed towards the gun on his side as Asagao resisted the urge to snort at his piss poor attempt of a threat. How unoriginal. “And how would your executive feel about you ending the life of his girl?” 

This time it was the subordinates turn to laugh, their voices laced with venom. “He doesn’t care about some no-named slut. You’re only here for one reason and then you will be disposed of like all the others.” 

Asa only placed a finger to her lips though, thinking about the insult before answering a second later. “Right, but are you really sure about that? Because if you are wrong I can imagine the punishment from Dazai won’t be very pretty, once he finds out you killed his favorite toy after being ordered to keep an eye on me.” 

And then she watched as the man’s muscles started to tense, his next steps hesitant as Asagao resisted the urge to sadistically smirk under her breath. Got him. 

She hated this manipulative part of her but in situations like this it made things quite useful. Besides, these guys had it coming with that insult. 

This was for Osamu after all. Because of that she knew she couldn't let these rude men get in her way. 

Pushing even further, Asagao then guided her hand down towards the gun on his waist before throwing his own threat back into his face. “But if you truly think you’re right then go ahead and shoot me, mister scary subordinate. Just know you might be skinned alive for it later...” 

Then she waited, she waited for her words to sink into his stupid little brain. It was foolish on his part to assume such things about Osamu after all. She knew this guy didn’t have the confidence to put a bullet in her brain without consequence.

It was a huge risk, one that very few would make. 

And a moment later, she watched him cave, the subordinates' stance shrinking back only for Asagao to clap her hands in a victorious fake cutesy laughter. “Ah, I knew we could come to an understanding! Now, chop chop, I could use some extra hands for this and since you need to keep an eye on me anyways this is the perfect opportunity!” 

And just like that, step one for Osamu was complete. 

Don't worry Osu, I'll make you happy for sure.

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(Like I said, this is more of a part 1 cause the next chapter connects to it. It will have a different tonal shift though and deal a lot with Dazai's character so I split it up. )

( Also don't worry, Dazai and Asa are fifteen currently in this story and though it's implied about his past with women, being in the mafia and all, I'm not gonna write any of those things cause he's a minor. Them staying the night at his place is more of a subversion type thing which will make more sense in the next chapter)

Thanks for the love on this! This is my first bsd story and you've all made me feel so welcome! It hasn't even been a month and we are almost at 500 readers on A03. I'm gonna cry. <3

[payidaresque]

I’m curious to get your opinion on two things. 1) do you think the buzz around haladriel/PR recognising it’s profitable will have any effect on the show itself (keeping in mind both seasons were written before they realised how popular it is) and 2) what do we think they’ll do about celeborn, if he does reemerge in Galadriel’s life. Considering that the lead director and exec producer confirmed Galadriel was in love with halbrand (=sauron) they clearly don’t give a damn about The Lore saying elves only love once (much to the chagrin of those insisting that celeborn is Galadriel’s one true love). The books also do not portray her and celeborn as some great passion either. Like no matter what happens that marriage is always going to be overshadowed by saurondriel ??? But I could be wrong!

Okay. i'll break this one down: 1) Honestly, I don't know, it's hard to tell. Mainly because the thing with those big franchises is when you start to "predict" things, you might end up being dissapointed because big companies don't think like their viewers unfortunately (or do it very rarely), so i try not to make any theories not to get my hopes up. HOWEVER I do think that taking lines from the book and giving them to Sauron, of all charactrers, was a delibarate move. Some might say "they took those lines just to be closer to canon" and they might be right, but why giving them to SAURON? That is an interesting question. Plus, they basically just acknowleged Haladriel fandom. Did they do it just for bait? Or because they planned something? Nobody knows, and nobody can know. However, i do think that if they did it for marketing, the blacklash is gonna be huge, cause the fandom will be really mad. The question is: is that the risk Amazon is willing to take? Especially considering that since they sort of "spoke to the fandom directly", i do think they realise what affect we have on the show

2) as for Celeborn... man, this is hard. Before i say anything, it might be fair if i say this: i am not a tolkienist, i never took any interest in his universe, and i watch the show as a completely new and, most importantly, separate project. Separate both from the books AND the movies. Of course, keeping in mind some of Galadriel's background, as it's important to the story. So everything i say further comes only from my personal opinion

Now, what i learned from the movies, is that Celeborn is a Mary Sue type of character (god, i beg u on my knees, don't let lorebros read this LMAOOO) whose main purpose is "to be Galadriel's husband", and nothing else. The moving force, the main character is Galadriel. And if i'm honest, if amazon plans to introduce Celeborn, they're gonna try very fucking hard casting wise cause (and i might sound biased) the chemistry between Sauron and Galadriel is off the charts, and if they fail to find someone who can keep up to the game as Celeborn, and if bring someone who fails to do it, then it's gonna look a bit awkward if u ask me lmao and raise a pretty reasonable question of "how the hell did they manage to make Celeborn (who IS Gal's husband) look like a loser?" and, as u perfectly put it into words, will make him stay in the shadow of Haladriel

But to be honest, i don't want Celeborn to be introduced: not only because of Haladriel, and i know they're a doomship, but also because i don't want any "love triangle" energy surrounding the show, and i don't want more discosure. I mean come on, we have lorebros to deal with every day 🤦🏻‍♀️

Besides, showrunners already said bye bye to the lore with the whole elrond/galadriel thing lmao

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Butterbeer Woes

MC!Reader x Ominis Gaunt (platonic!)

You sat in your dorm room, head in hand, as you wrote your Herbology essay. Your owl flew into the room, perching on her stand, causing you look up and smile upon seeing the letter enclosed in her talons. Putting the quill down, you moved across the room to take the letter. Easily removing the wax seal, you immediately recognised the letter was from Ominis.

Dear Y/N,

Meet me outside the entrance to Hogsmeade, we can’t meet in the undercroft. Sebastian might come. Do not tell him where you are going.

Ominis

You quirked an eyebrow, curious about what he wanted and why he wanted such secrecy. Tidying away your things and leaving the ink to dry on your parchment, you grabbed your broom and headed straight outside. You flew as fast as you could, running the rest of the way once you hit the No-fly area.

You spotted him leaning up against the lamppost, his wand flashing slightly as it detected your presence. “Y/N, I’m glad you came.”

“Ominis!” You breathed, hand on your chest as you tried to catch your breath. “This sounded important. What’s happened?” Ominis raised his wand, clearly scanning for company before shaking his head. “Not here. Follow me.” You quirked an eyebrow at his behaviour before reluctantly trailing behind him.

He led you to the Three Broomsticks, not waiting for you to speak before he headed inside. You shrugged to yourself, wondering is anything would ever be normal, before you followed him inside. “What is this about?” He shook his head again, heading off again. “We need to be as far away from that blasted portrait as possible.” You half-smiled, seeing his point. Perhaps you shouldn’t have returned it to its rightful place but… it had felt like the right thing to do.

The pair of you sat down and Sirona came over to give you both a butter beer. You thanked her, waiting for her to completely leave before turning to your companion. “It’s about Sebastian.” You rolled your eyes, forgetting Ominis couldn’t see it. “I figured that much. What has he done now?”

“Nothing in particular right now. But his behaviour has changed and I am concerned.” He paused, taking a sip of his butter beer, causing you to follow suit. “I know you’ve tried to calm him down. Gently.” He shook his head, and you furrowed your brows trying to see where he was going with this. “I think we need to be more forceful.”

It was your turn to shake your head. You agreed with Ominis in principle, but in practice you weren’t sure if it would help or hinder. “He’s already pushing back. Already being incredibly rude…” You frowned, thinking of how mean he had been to you on your last adventure. “I’m not sure how much our interference will make a difference.” A sigh escaped you, a quiet thud sounding on the table telling Ominis you had just flumped your head into your hand, elbow propping you upright.

“Can I be honest with you?” Ominis asked, catching your attention as you raised an eyebrow. You hadn’t known Ominis to be anything but brutally honest. “Of course.” He sighed, taking a gulp of butterbeer. “I’m worried he won’t stop.” You nodded, your gaze blankly staring out towards the bar where Sirona served more of the locale. You didn’t have the guts to admit it, but deep down you knew this was completely true. From your adventures together, you had a feeling you knew Sebastian in ways that Ominis never would.

I’m…” You hesitated, fiddling with the butterbeer tankard as you tried to decide whether or not you should say it. “I’m starting to… side with his uncle.” There, you’d said it. Your eyes flicked up to watch Ominis’s expression, surprised to find that he was clearly not shocked at all. “If you step in, push him too hard… I’m worried he will hurt you.” You carried on, wanting how to get all your thoughts out in the open.

“What about you?” His question hung heavy in the air. You took a swig of your butterbeer, the taste in your mouth suddenly bitter. You knew the day would come where it might come to that. That you might have to raise your wand against your closest companion, no matter how much you tried to save him.

“I can take care of myself.” Ominis cracked a small smile. Having witnessed your combat ability in person, he knew that this was absolutely true.

Ominis opened his mouth to say something more, when you shushed him urgently. The doors to the Three Broomsticks opened and revealed Sebastian strolling in. “He’s here. We need to leave.” Hastily the two of you stood up, hiding behind a pillar. Silently, you casted the disillusionment charm on the pair of you. “We’re charmed, let’s sneak out the upstairs door.” You whispered, tiptoeing past Sebastian as he talked to Sirona by the bar.

The disillusionment charm stayed until you had both re-entered the streets of Hogsmeade. “That was too close.” Ominis shook his head, taking a big sigh. “I agree,” you replied, hand on your frantically beating heart. “Let’s get back to the castle.” The pair of you headed back to Hogwarts, turning down the path out of view just in time before Sebastian himself reappeared.

[seducemefanficsandheadcanons]

Soul Bound

Chapter Eight- I can't stop at the red light, can't swerve off the road

Trigger warning for some violence and vague descriptions of disassociation.

Also posted on AO3 and Wattpad!

And every night I wake up from this one recurring dream

Where I’m driving through the city and the breaks go out on me

I can’t stop at the red light, can’t swerve off the road

I read somewhere it’s cause my life feels so out of control

Making the bed- Olivia Rodrigo

“Aomaris.”

Aron’s eyes clamped shut as a bright light formed at the summoning, wind blowing sand in her face. As it died down and Aron opened her eyes, she saw Sam looking around frantically and then immediately down at her. He quickly knelt down; his hands gentle as he helped her sit up. “What happened?”

Her response was incoherent, consisting of sobs and gasps for air. “It’s- He-” 

“He hurt you?!” he shouted, his eyes burning with rage.

“Tried-” she choked out, her body trembling violently. “He-”

Aron didn’t have a chance to explain farther when a form stalked over to them, but to her surprise, it wasn’t Andrew. This man was red, like the skin had been torn from his body and eyes an unsettling yellow with white hair. She felt the whole world freeze as she suddenly recognized the man. But it couldn’t be…

“Malix.” Sam spat out the name with venom, earning a chuckle from the devil.

“Well, well, well. Decided to return to your bitch?” Malix barked.

In a blink of an eye, Malix was pinned to the tree, Sam’s fist relentlessly pounding into his face. It happened so quickly that it caught Malix off guard before he was suddenly thrown back by a red, fire-like force. He shot back against another tree, hitting his head. 

“Damn it,” Sam growled, standing back up quickly.

Malix grinned widely as he cackled. “Oh, come on, pretty boy, is that all you got?”

Suddenly they were at it again, Malix dodging Sam’s blows and using magic for offense. Aron watched with wide eyes, hardly even breathing. He was stronger than the last time they’d met, quicker too. Sam seemed to be as well, viciously attacking the man without any sign of mercy. Malix would laugh with each blow, pissing him off more. 

Again, he was thrown back with magic, his ankle twisting. He grunted as he forced himself back on his feet, and Aron could tell his glamor was threatening to crumble at any moment.

“I must say, pretty boy, I’m a little surprised you’ve come back to this shit storm,” Malix taunted. “You left the pathetic human to herself, and now you’ve returned? To what, drain her again?”

Malix’s laugh sent shivers down Aron's spine. “You left that bitch to die! Maybe we aren’t so diff-” he was cut off by a sudden gun shot. 

Aron was hardly even there, watching blankly as the man fell to the ground, a bullet wound in his leg.

“Sam!” James called, rushing over with the others close behind. Malix was quickly rising with a wicked grin, but before Sam could finish what he started, he was stopped by Erik. “We need to leave, now.”

Matthew and Damien went over to Aron, who was simply observing at this point. Everything felt like a lull buzz, like she was spectating her life.

“Oh, you’re chickening out! Why? Because you know I’ll kill all of you and take the pretty girl all for myself?” Malix asked, amused. “I wonder what her fragile body will take before I kill her…or! Maybe I can bring her to hell to give Satan a new t-”

Just as Sam made a move to lunge at Malix’s throat, James grabbed his arm firmly and yanked him away. He growled and fought against the grip but suddenly the two had disappeared. Aron couldn’t react as Matthew and Erik did as well. Damien wrapped an arm around her, and suddenly she felt everything stop.

There were a few seconds of purely nothing. It was quiet and dark, nothing but Aron in Damien’s arms and her thoughts. It was oddly peaceful. 

It left as quickly as it came, and she found herself standing in the dining room with the incubi. She was completely silent as James talked down Sam, stopping him from going to find Malix again. Her eyes traced the edge of the large wooden table, exhaustion filling her body.

She absentmindedly walked over to the table, sitting down and slightly curling over herself. Time seemed to move fast while her mind moved slowly. It was like she blinked and suddenly the incubi were sitting at the table as well.

“Perhaps you should rest before we talk,” James suggested.

Aron shook her head, looking at him. “I need…how is Malix back?” 

There were many questions she could have asked at that moment, but she chose to focus on the most recent event.

The boys were quiet for a moment. Aron took the opportunity to look over at Sam. His slightly bruised fists were clenched tightly, trembling with the rage that radiated off of him. When she looked at the others, she noticed that they each had some wounds across their bodies. She furrowed her brows in concern and confusion.

“When Sam killed Malix, his soul returned to hell,” James finally started. Aron fought to focus on the sound of his voice instead of succumbing to dissociation. “Hell has a ranking system. When we met before, he was a high-ranking devil. But when he returned, he was placed in the lowest. He must have made a deal with Satan to return.”

Aron swallowed thickly and nodded. “Okay…so, if we kill him, he’s just going to keep coming back?”

“Not necessarily,” Matthew said. “It’s just that we don’t have the power here in the human world to banish him for good.”

She took in the information. “So, what do we do?”

Damien hummed. “Well, it was a one-time deal. So most likely, when we kill him this time, he won’t be allowed to return.”

Aron let out a soft sigh of relief. “Why are you all injured?”

The room went silent again. “They were here first,” Sam said gruffly. “Malix and his gang.

She blinked at that. “Seriously?”

“Yes, Princess,” Erik said. “It seems the deal resulted in Malix’s powers being heavily enhanced.”

“It appears Andrew made a deal with Malix,” James stated.

She tilted her head. “A deal? Andrew made a deal with Malix?” The idea sounded ridiculous; Andrew didn’t know about magic!

“He did,” Damien said, his voice low. “Andrew has known about magic for a while, but he doesn’t have any personally. This is why you could never sense it on him. But he wanted power, and Malix could give it to him.”

Sam tensed up at that, furry burning deep behind his eyes. Aron felt nauseous, swallowing thickly as she forced her breathing to stay even. “For what? He got power, what did Malix get in return?”

“Malix got access to you,” Matthew answered. “Thanks to Andrew, he was able to try to hurt you and get to us.”

Aron rubbed her temples as she tried to make sense of it all. “So, if it wasn’t Malix who…” she gets quiet for a moment. “Where was Andrew when Sam was fighting Malix?”

“Malix now…owns him. He forced Andrew’s being into his own. Now, they are one person,” James explained. “Malix took full form in Andrew when you summoned Sam.”

“Andrew knew this was the repercussions when he made the deal, but he was and still is okay with it. He craves the power it has given it, even if it is merely shared with Malix,” Damien added.

Aron stayed quiet, just nodding in acknowledgment as she tried to stay calm. This was too much, and most of it didn’t even make sense to her. Andrew literally gave his soul up to the devil? He’s known about magic all this time?

“Holy fuck,” she finally muttered, staring down at the table.

“Please don’t worry, Miss. We will end this, once and for all,” James said reassuringly, making her roll her eyes.

“Right! Don’t worry that devils are after me again,” Aron retorted sarcastically.

“It’ll be alright,” he sighed.

She shook her head slightly, rubbing her face as she tried to fight off her tiredness.

“Do you have any more questions?” he asked.

The room fell silent again. Aron had a million questions, but only one really mattered to her at that moment.

“Why did you leave?”

The silence that followed after was deafening. Aron looked up, her eyes already threatening to tear up again as she awaited their answer,

“You wish to know?” James asked, seemingly shocked.

“Yes, I need to know,” Aron told him. “I need to know that there is another side of the story, I need to know that there could be a valid reason for all of you to leave.” 

She looked at Sam, who was looking back at her with a pained expression. “I need to know there is a reason that you left,” she said, her voice breaking. “I need to know that it was more than the fact that I wasn’t enough to keep you here, and that there was more to the story than you pretending you loved me.”

No one said anything for a moment before James spoke.

“Would you like us to show you?”

[bluewavesofchange]

The guardians of the Pharaoh

The return of the Seal

I don't own Yugioh or it's characters

Credit for the Yami and Yugi image goes to Kuzai from Deviantart.

Chapter 1

 

“I’m responsible for a lot of things…I’m responsible for the powers you once possessed…I was responsible for training you in the dark arts…for raising you…for taking care of you.” She spoke softly as she walked back over to him slowly, Yami trying to make sense of her words, “You…know me? Do you know who I am?” as much as he hated to think about, this thing could have the answers his been looking for for so long. The red head nodded, “I know everything about you. I was there with you since the day you took your first breath.”

 

Yami’s eyes widen as a thought came to mind, “Are you…my mother?” Rozu wanted to laugh but there was some truth in his words, “In a way I was…not your birth mother, she passed the day you were born. I on the other hand was at your side for many years…until you threw me away like I was nothing.” The smile on her face turned to a frown, “I gave you everything…power…influence…I even gave you a companion that healed the loneliness that plagued you since you were little…and how did you thank me? By turning your back on me and locking me away for 5000 thousand years!!”

 

She yelled as the shadows vibrated violently. Yami didn’t show any fear as he watched the darkness, his mind going to the room he and Yugi had found, “So…you’re the one who was trapped in that dark room within my puzzle.” she hisses at him for a moment before nodding, “That was my prison…for so many years it was like a tomb, the only company was the shadows that slowly tore me apart day by day, ravaging my spirit till I went made and decided to fight back…devouring them to rebuild my strength…and once the puzzle was complete…” she smirked as her forked tongue licked her lips, “…and thanks to you I found a new source of substances…the victims of your shadow games.”

 

She swirled around him, gripping his hair and yanking it back, “And it’s thanks to the siren that I was finally freed.” The siren? The realization hit him, “Lillian?” Rozu nods as she lightly runs the tip of the dagger over his cheek, applying just enough pressure to making a shallow cut, the pharaoh staying silent at as it stung only slightly.

 

“You see…both she and I aren’t from this world…we are form a world of monsters and magic…rulers of its inhabitants and the peace keepers of the land…until we ended up here. And while the siren got a new body, I did not…and that’s where you come in…” she smirks, “…you are going to help me.”

 

Yami sneers at her, “Never.” The red head chuckles into beside his ear, whispering deeply, “You don’t have a choice…”she raises the dagger and stabs him in the stomach, pulling a gasp from his lips as the pain hits him. She pulls it out slowly before thrusting it back in in a different direction, the pharaoh wincing loudly as she twists the blade, “I won’t kill you, I still need you for my revenge…to make you suffer for what you did to me.” She pulls out the dagger, watching as the blood flows from the wound dripping to the floor, forming a puddle of red as she starts to chant…drops of blood escaping from the growing pool of red…moving along the floor, forming shapes and symbols as it creates a large circle…

 

Yami gasps as he sits up in bed, his eyes wide, his face covered in sweat and breathing heavily as the memory of what had happened less than a few weeks ago fill his dreams. His encounter with Rozu had left some heavy scars in his mind. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so…helpless before. Even in his duels against Pegasus and Marik and any other crazy person he had to face since waking up in the puzzle they had never caused him physical harm. It was all to do with his soul and the shadow realm…but this…this was something else…he had always felt like he was this unstoppable force, that there was nothing he and his partner couldn’t overcome…but this was…this was something else.

 

The control the demon had over the darkness was unlike anything he had ever experienced…he had to admit it was terrifying. He looked around the space he was in, finding himself in Yugi’s soul room, said teen fast asleep beside him. He had been staying here since the events with Rozu, both as a way to protect his Aibou should she return and also because he didn’t want to be alone…

 

Since the end of Battle City he had been getting visions from his past…one of which included a version of Yugi he didn’t recognise and the very monster that had performed some kind of blood ritual using him. She had told him that she had known him in his past life…raised him even…taught him shadow magic and how to wield the darkness. Was any of this even true? He didn’t know and it was messing with his mind. He rubbed his forehead as he felt it throbbing, a deep sigh leaving his lips.

 

He didn’t notice that Yugi had woken up, the younger teen yawning softly as he sat up, “Yami? Are you ok?” the pharaoh looked at the other, finding his sleepy purple eyes and dishevelled bed hair adorable, “Yes I am fine…” he mumbles as he ruffles the others hair.

 

Yugi gazed up at the other, frowning as he knew something was bothering Yami, “You had another nightmare didn’t you?” the short teen had been aware of the terrors that were plaguing the spirits mind. He had been quiet about his time without Yugi and being tormented by Rozu. He knew that Yami was suffering from the trauma but was trying to make as if he was fine…trying to put on a strong front but the shorter boy knew better. The pharaoh didn’t answer him as he got up out of bed and paced around the room, “I’m fine. Go back to bed…”

 

Yugi frowned and stood up, “Yami it’s ok to be upset about what happened. You were hurt and suffered at the hands of someone else…believe me I know what that’s like.” He mumbled as he tried to approach Yami, “It helps to talk about it…”

 

“I said I’m fine!” Yami snapped, the shadows in the room screeching causing Yugi to jump in fright. The spirit sees this and sighs as he waves his hand and the shadows retreat into the darkness…that was another thing Yami was worried about, these damn shadows and how they were suddenly reacting to him. He had used the shadows and their magic to deal with unsavoury people in the past…Kaiba, the evil version of his soul, Panic, the two goons that had tried to kill his little one and his sister and a few others…but he had control during those encounters but now the he’s control seemed to be slipping and he didn’t understand why…and to make matters worse it was scaring his Aibou.

 

“Sorry Yugi. It’s just this is all a lot to deal with. We’ve encountered so many foes and fiends together but none of them like this. They were all human…some may had had Millennium items but I have my own that can counter that. But this…this thing! How are we supposed to face that?! She said she was from another world and that your sister was too!” he starts pacing back and forth in the small room, “What does this all mean?? And she said that she was part of my past…that she knows me…does she have the answers to the questions I have been asking myself since I woke up in this place? But we have to get rid of her too before she hurts me…u-us…any of our friends! And how long will it be before she comes for us again?! I just…I just…Hmh?!”

 

Yugi watched as the pharaoh was panicking and over thinking things. He hadn’t realized just how much all this had affected his partner…he had seen glimpses of this side of him during the instances that Yugi had gotten hurt or was in danger, normally he was calm and confident with a cockiness that Yugi had grown to adore…he hated to see him this way…he wanted to calm him and sooth him…when a thought or rather a memory came to mind…

 

He stepped closer to Yami and placed his hand against the others cheek, his eyes glowing as energy flowed form his hand and into the pharaoh…the spirit stopping his ranting and looking down at his little one, their eyes meeting  and staring into each other’s soul…glowing orbs of light start to appear around the room as Yugi’s whole body start to glow…the spirit had never seen anything so beautiful…so radiant…he adored and loved his little angle, always being there for him and standing by his side through thick and thin…they understood each other better than anyone else…they were made for each other…

 

Yami reached over and stroked Yugi’s cheek, feeling the warmth of his soul flowing into his palm…he leaned in closer as the shorter teen pressed moved his hand to Yami’s chest, a soft blush forming on his face as he got lost in the others gaze…slowly the distance closed between them and Yami decided that in that moment that he made a decision…and pressed his lips against the others, cupping the back of Yugi’s head as he wrapped his other arm around his waist and pulling the smaller teen against him…

 

Yugi went still for a moment before returning the kiss, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms around Yami’s neck, a soft whimper leaving his throat as the spirit tightened his hold on the teen, savouring the feeling of the others soft lips against his own, the taste of sweet sunshine filling his senses. He had dreamed about this moment but never imagined it would feel like this, the spirits soul singing with joy…well also finding this rather familiar…

 

They slowly parted, resting their foreheads together, a soft smile on both their face. Yugi couldn’t help but giggle, the other stroking his cheek, “What’s so funny Aibou?”

 

“I just…never imagined this would be how our first kiss would happen…I pictured it differently.” He leans into the pharaoh, resting his head against Yami’s chest, “Are you feeling better now?” the spirit nodded as he ran his fingers through his little ones hair, “You truly are the best thing to ever happen to me Aibou…I would be lost without you…I would be alone without you…” he presses his face into the others hair, inhaling his sweet scent, “I never want to know what it’s like to be without you.”

 

Yugi smiled softly, “We’ll always be together…and no matter what happens, we’ll get through it together…” he looked up into Yami’s red eyes before letting out a soft yawn which the pharaoh found adorable, he pecks his little ones cheek before leading him back to the bed, laying down with him and holding him to his chest, running his fingers up and down his back.

 

Yugi sighed softly as he nuzzles the others chest, feeling warm and safe in his embrace. Yami is quiet for a while before speaking up, “Are you alight?” he knew that Yugi was having a hard time with Lillian no longer being around, purposely avoiding him to keep him safe. Yugi sighed softly, “I’m ok…she actually called today…she said that she was ok and we talked for a while…but it’s not the same…”

 

Yami nods as he kisses Yugi’s forehead, “It won’t be forever…you two will see each other again once we deal with the demon…For now we should get some sleep…” he pulls the covers over the both of them, the boys falling into a peaceful sleep…

 

The next day…

 

The day at school went by as normal for the most part…until Yami decided to take over Yugi’s body and head to the museum, something drawing him to the stone tablet he had seen before Battle city…whatever he would experience he knew one thing was for certain…Yugi would be by his side and they would face it together…

 

Unfortunately their arrival at the museum was the first catalyst of events that would bring nothing but trouble and pain for the two boys and their friends and family.

 

Now what of the Kaiba’s?

 

Well Seto had been a little distant for a few days, trying to make sense of the vision he had had while he was apparently possessed. The world he had seen and the life he had lived…it had to be a hallucination…right? But everything had felt so real, his parents…the other version of Lillian…the fact that he was a dragon?! That wasn’t supposed to be possible! None of it should be and yet…could it have been real? He had accepted the fact that she had supernatural abilities and was most likely not human…he had contacted the doctor that had saved her life and asked him to do a deeper analysis of his girlfriend’s blood and the results were the same…no match to anything known to man and it had some other unexplainable properties…

 

The man wanted to run a few experiments on her and do a few more tests but that ended with Seto punching the man in the face, stating that Lillian was not something to be used as a science experiment.

 

But this had proved one thing…the woman he loved wasn’t human…and had probably lived a past life with another version of himself…all this was giving him a major headache. And to make matters worse was the events that had led to the destruction of the Kaiba Dome…he had managed to recover some of footage from that day and well…he was not ready to deal with all the madness that had occurred…

 

He wanted to distract himself and deny everything that had occurred…to isolate himself like he always did when things became too much…but that changed one night when he returned to the manor after a late night of work…he had found Lillian asleep on the couch with Mokuba snuggled in her arms…

 

They had both tried to talk to him and get him to open up but he had said that he was fine and pulled away…it didn’t even dawn on him how much he was hurting the people he loved…why does he do this? He guessed that running into his step father again had brought back some old tendencies and habits…

 

He set his briefcase down and walked over to the couch, picking up Mokuba carefully to not disturb the sleeping child and takes him to bed, tucking him in and ruffling his hair softly before leaving. He returns to his beloved, kneeling down in front of her and stroking her cheek, the girl mumbling as she opened her eyes, “Seto?” she slowly sat up and rubbed her eyes, “What time is it?” he sat beside her and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her as she rested his chin on her head, “It’s late…” she gave a small nod as she nuzzled into his chest. He sighs softly as he runs his fingers through her hair, “Listen Lil…I know I’ve been distant lately but--”

 

“Seto it’s fine…I understand…” she looked up at him with sleepy eyes, “You’ve had a difficult few weeks…a lot of issues you have has resurfaced…including the mystical mumbo jumbo as you like to call it…” she giggles as he rolls his eyes, a small smile falling on her lips as she reaches up and ran her fingers over his cheek, “…I just wish you would’ve talked to me…” she spoke softly as Seto leaned into her touch, “I know…and I will try and open up…it’ll just take time…”

 

Lillian understood and nodded a little as she snuggled into his chest, closing her eyes again. She wanted to push but she would wait until he was ready…because pushing never ended while in the past. She was just glad he was talking to her again…

 

The next few weeks saw improvement…Seto had asked Roland and his other assistant to help readjust his schedule and make free time for him so he could spend it with Mokuba, Lillian and yes even Noah (as annoying as the little brat was). He even got time to work on creating a robotic body for his step brother, working with the twerp on the project…within a few days they had put together a proto-type that Noah was transferred into and could once again move around in the physical world…

 

And this was a bad idea because as it turned out Noah and Mokuba were nothing but trouble makers, playing pranks on the staff, annoying Seto and bugging Lillian. But the boys were happy and enjoyed each other’s company, like real little brothers. Which Seto was glad for (even if it was a small part of him).

 

Speaking of Lillian…she spent her spare time trying to find a way to get rid of Rozu…which was turning out to be a rather hard task when the queen of darkness was keeping herself hidden deep within Lillian’s mind. And the girl didn’t exactly know where to start…and she was getting distracted from this task as other problems had come to the surface…

 

Lillian was feeling more tired than usual, sleeping in late and going to bed early. And then there was the vomiting she had to endure in the mornings and the stomach cramps that would leave her bed ridden for an entire day. To everyone’s surprise Seto had filed for time off, spending his leave taking care of his girlfriend. He would stay by her side from the time she would wake up in the morning till she went to sleep at night. He would bring her soup and tea and anything else she would need, even gently dabbing the sweat from her forehead when she had developed a fever…

 

He would’ve called a doctor to come look at her but after his interactions with the last medical professional he didn’t trust anyone and would resign to taking care of her by himself. And honestly he didn’t mind it at all, it was an odd way for them to spend time together…they would talk like they used to, Lillian would lay beside him while he would read to her while she recovered or he would sit and work on his computer, explaining his projects and new inventions he was developing or they would just lie in bed, Lillian’s back to his chest as he would rub circles on her stomach to ease the discomfort and nausea she was feeling…the normal cold indifferent man showing another side of himself…

 

Eventually the raven head recovered, the fever breaking and the cramps disappeared…the only thing that remained was the morning vomiting…things returned to normal after that…until one day…

 

Mokuba and Noah were gaming in the living room when the doorbell rang, the raven head boy got up and went to the door and answered it, getting the pizza’s he had ordered for lunch. He paid the guy and gave him a rather large tip.

 

He headed to the back of the manor to the back yard where the massive pool was, stepping out and setting the pizza boxes on the outdoor table before turning his gaze to the water where his big brother and his girlfriend were relaxing, yes thee Seto Kaiba was relaxing in a pool, lounging on a long pool floaty, sunglasses on his face and his hands resting behind his head, one of his legs in hanging in the water…and where was Lillian?

 

Well the next second she emerges from the water beside Seto and flips the floaty, dunking him in the water as she laughs, the CEO coming back up with a glare on his face as he wraps his arms around her and drags her back down to the depths before they both came back up, Lillian smiling like crazy as she kissed his cheek, a small flicker of a grin on the tall teens face.

 

Mokuba had to admit it was nice seeing his brother so laid back and just enjoying life…but he felt like he was hiding something from him…

 

“Hey love birds, Lunch is here!” he called out to the couple as they swam to the stairs and got out, Lillian sitting on the edge as she rings out her long blue and black hair, the new colour growing more every day. Seto grabbed a towel and dried off, his eyes moving to his girl, her skin glowing in the sunlight but not the usual way it did when she used her powers…but still, beautiful all the same.

 

His little brother walked over to him and shoved him lightly, “Your eyes are going to fall out if you stare too long.” Seto rolls his eyes and ruffled his hair as he goes to take a seat at the table, frowning at the pizza boxes, “Seriously Mokuba? Couldn’t you get anything else?”

 

“Nope.” The kid grinned as he sat at the table, Noah coming out to join everyone, “It was our idea, a little pizza party for your last day of leave.”

 

“You’re going back to work?” Lillian walks over, her hips’ swaying as the water was dripping from her skin; she was dressed in a blue polka dot bikini. She looked around for her towel, finding it on a nearby lawn chair, bending over to pick it up…all 3 Kaiba’s staring…Seto frowns when he notices his younger brothers ogling his girlfriend, throwing his towel at them, “Perverts.” Noah chuckles, “Speak for yourself…you know your office has camera’s right…Kaiba man.” Seto growls softly, “I will unplug you.”

 

Mokuba raises a brow confused before Lillian walked over wrapping the towel around her waist, “What you guys talking about?” she sits beside Seto, Noah smirking at the oldest brother, “Nothing important.”

 

Lillian shakes her head as she looks at the pizzas, “What you get?”

 

“I got a Hawaiian for me, meat lovers for Seto and a vegetarian…for…you…” Mokuba’s words fade as he watches in shock as Lillian takes a slice of meat covered pizza and take a massive bite, humming softly as she enjoys it, “Not bad…” both Seto and Mokuba are staring at her in shock, Noah looking at them confused, “What’s wrong?”

 

“Um…Lil…” Seto starts as the blue and raven haired girl quickly finishes her slice, taking another one, “What?” she notices everyone staring at her, feeling self-conscious, “Is something wrong?” Mokuba is the one to speak up, “Um…well…since when do you um eat meat? Last I checked you were a vegetarian…” she raises a brow, “What are you talking about?” she then noticed what she was eating, her eyes widening as she drops it and runs into the house, her hand over her mouth till she reaches the bathroom.

 

Mokuba turns to his big brother, “Is she ok?” Seto sighs as he rubs his forehead, “Heck if I know. First she gets sick which has never happened before and now this?” he picked up a slice to start eating. Noah is silent for a moment before speaking up, “Well I did some research on her symptoms…and well…” he goes quiet again, Seto eventually getting annoyed, “Spit it out Noah.”

 

“It’s possible she’s pregnant.”

 

Both other brothers stop eating and stare at the robot brother…Seto’s phone ringing before anyone could answer. He sighs putting his slice down he heads inside to answer the phone…not noticing that Lillian was standing near the door to the backyard…having heard everything…her hand going to her stomach…

 

An hour later Seto and Noah leave the manor, heading to Kaiba Corp as the CEO had been informed that someone was trying to buy 51% of the stocks for his company. Lillian would take Mokuba to the store to pick up a few things for dinner…the girl ending up in the pharmacy while the kid was checking out the arcade (not to worry they had a body guard with them that stayed with the Youngest Kaiba). She was standing in front of the shelves that held the pregnancy tests…gnawing on her lower lip as she glanced down at her stomach…was this even…possible?

 

She grabbed a box and paid cash…stashing it in her bag before going to finger Mokuba…

[abyssalpriest]

Leviathan: Catholicism II 1/4/23

(Continuation of this topic)

Background: I've been asking Leviathan his opinions on Christianity (chiefly Catholicism) and trying to get across, from him, what exactly his connection is to to the religion and aesthetics. We'd been dancing around the topic before this; he seemed to always be avoiding it especially when I would poke about people who work with his brothers & royal families using the aesthetics in their workings, but then for some reason he'd always be skirting the topic, not fully leaving. At some point, this was left written on my hard drive. Accompanying art: (link)

My thoughts on this are confusing and twisted in with eons of expectations and disappointments, and an apparent, admitted, inability to actually concretely put my ties to this down into a form I’m comfortable looking at. This is a twisted mirror I’d rather not look at, like it has become for many, many people in this day and age. It’s a living thing that burrows like a parasite into the host by attempting to assimilate and then replace the core functionings of the being, the whole concept of equating Christianity to a set of cults echoes through my mind, but it is also a safehouse, a home, a reverent blissful thing for a lot more. On one hand you have the use of punishment and praise as the left and right of the reigns on the bridle slowly wrapped around the head, on the other you have a place like no other.

But I guess that’s not my own personal connection to it, still that’s avoiding the question and avoiding the mirror.

It’s a grand mockery of despair, is what it is. The images of Christ hammered up on to the walls wailing, the distorted figure of the Mother Goddess sculpted so she cries like some camera filter over her actual face… The entire thing is a game of gathering around the sad and the tortured as if we were all at a party watching him strung up. The congregation pretends to be sad with him but it’s a complete other world, and of course it is. The tiny humans paraded around his imagery are barely old enough to comprehend what they’re doing, they’re nothing in the timeline of the Church. They don’t get it, they weren’t there, of course they don’t really feel it.

It’s an image of an understanding of despair for a voyeuristic audience. And a mockery: Where this came from is a place that is so much more befitting of celebration and yet it has to circle back to despair, forcing this image into a box mould until it's black and blue and then continuing further, cramming it into somewhere it just does not fit. But they make it work.

The chasing of light by the casting out of darkness is a sickening thing. It could be perfectly beautiful, it could be its own, natural thing, but it pins the despair as the producer of light. It pins stress of an object as the emitter of light, it seeks to consume them, therefore it sees, ashamedly, abashedly, erotically auto-humiliatingly to seek what it refuses to admit it's seeking in order to consume, both without true persecution and with a roleplayed persecution, the light it desires. It is not a reverence for despair, it is serving despair up on a platter like the rich fucks who pay thousands to access expensive themed dinners that talk about animal cruelty and slavery as an accompaniment to a dish, before moving on to the next as if nothing happened. It’s a game of attaining inspiration and a game of choosing from an old dusty book a mask, a cause, for each emotion.

True despair does not have time for discernment. It does not sit at the table and debate sin, it embodies it. It does not decorate itself and throw itself at the feet of others, it breaks the throat and the mind under its stress… Oh, no, but those in despair do decorate themselves and throw themselves at the feet of others, only in a desperation to be forgiven and to be changed, to be gutted, disembowled in an act both exact enough to identify and remove the biological cause of sin and brutally inexact enough to make the act penance for having caught sin, and intimate enough to give the despairer one final attempt at the only sort of connection and grounding they, a piece of filth in their infection, deserve. And it sickens me that an entire cult has sprung up around becoming a venus fly trap luring in those who feel the intrusive siren’s call pounding in their head so that they may feast and get off to the curing process, the invasive surgery, the mindgames.

The allure, the mimicry, the disjointedness between ecstatic surrender and embodied fear in such an alien juxtaposition… It seems like I’m watching at a distance a madness I was never ready to understand. Colours and lights a thousand times more hues than I could guess at, centuries of distorted lore, and at the centerpiece an inwards spiralling paradox of an allure and a repulsion that somehow, magnetically, alchemically, switch places and align with themselves and distort the doorway back out. Magnets bring you in and block your way out. That’s why I tend to avoid the topic entirely or I ideally want to, since it by its very nature clings like impurity to the consciousness… But so too does trauma, and upset, and connection. It’s hard to tell the difference between the flash of a lure dangled into the mind, and a fish.

I also find it hard to stomach in the way that it is, to an extent, a party I was not invited to with social rules I do not care to understand nor ones that were made to accommodate my ways of playing. There’s an air of having to know the rules and using them to play being the core of this, it seems less about the dressings and more about what lies underneath, less about the skin and more so treating that as if it’s some essence of foreplay to the act of feasting on the meat within… It’s a dance of feigned, enforced, brutal simplicity and elaborate and dressed up and playful lies, where I prefer to approach things in an opposing manner. Funny how that works. I don’t have the patience for it.

So it comes down to this: What am I seeing myself as - where am I seeing myself - in this? Because obviously it’s somewhere. Obviously something lingers, clings on to my own being. I just so happen to be in places where this exists, liminal spaces I mean, because of course I have landed in many places this toxin has spread physically, and interpersonally.

This has gone so far beyond what any one essay or diary or series of encyclopedias could contain. The interplay between the major pieces of the chessboard of this planet in this spacetime location is complex. The simplification of it is that any major religion is going to echo major players either of the planet or of local spirits in some way, and every religion that hears and heeds the magnetic call of Polarisation is going to push complexity out of the way in order to condense the poles into obvious and observable things. As Poles are the same, you end up with equation, I am drawn to the liminal vicinity of Christianity as a figure on the outskirts of their collective consciousness… Don’t mistake that as causal, but also don’t mistake it as unrelated.

Christianity is a Solar cult in the way that a pack of wolves is a sheep cult. The sheep are always brought back to relevancy no matter how far they spread or how big the fences are between them and the wilderness. And really, at what point does the mind of the predator separate from that of the prey? Doesn’t matter. The Sun is always drawn back to the centre of things. And also there is an extravagant, noisy power in the settled and stationary core of the Sky Father who looms over everything this planet and plane accomplish that needs to be fit into any major narrative. The Creator, the Father, needs to be assigned a role, strung somewhere along some major line of thought…

I just don’t care for this. The gap between the lines speaks as loudly as any words do, the places where the white of the paper is left pristine is a more visceral cry than what the order and perfection of the black ink can embody. Did I say already it’s a mockery of despair? There is nothing embodied in the Sinner and the Despairer and the other brazen bull Forms except the daily feast. Oh God, even the confession booths that act like takeaway box containment for the type of energy exchange that goes on between willing gods and their recipients. The total lack of consent on behalf of all those who are dragged into the false whirlpool mess.

But we have always been tied together. From the moment a Creator was assigned and a Destroyer was Polarised in order to weave a narrative, and the goal of feasting from the damned was set as the narrative’s purpose, the hunt began for the End. It would be a disservice to the innumerable consumed souls swimming now as one blind, raging creature to say that it is personal, because really, it was never about one person - and it was about other individuals to a far greater degree than me. But there is always the glint of that self-sadistic lust directed in my direction by the congregation, there is always that fury of the magnet when it attempts to draw me closer and it fails.

I guess, in some perfect world, there’s a part of me that wishes to be housed, to be connected to the modern world of humanity - ‘modern’ being a bit of language issue because I have many places in modernity so I guess it’s more so, during this time period, I feel like I’ve been cast aside to presume rather than know what a third of humanity is doing right now. I’ve found homes in the likes of rivers and rocks for millennia before Christianity even stirred here and yet for some reason I find myself always looking at the churches and such from the outside. Is that selfish? Billions sing my names in other forms, I don’t need the energy. I don’t have to follow humans everywhere either, but some part of me aches at knowing they’re somewhere I can’t keep watch. And to know they’re being fed imagery and lies about me much less because I care what any one group of people have to say about me negatively, and so much more because the people who seek their roots may only find it in the mouth of a Christian priest who uses it like a lure to consume their attention.

What draws me in with my closest companions is the reverence for the rain, the blurring of the Sun with the Sky, the ancient rites of give and take that feed the land blood and feed the blood the land. There’s an image there so partially complete… We were Polarised as opposites for a reason.

-

Really there’s a masochistic side to this. An opportunity to play some sort of game that leads to forgiveness through the extraction and punishment of sin. Sometimes the weight of self-hatred and judgement on past actions becomes so intrinsic and so unavoidably heavy that it feels innate, like metal in blood. It’s less about believing in the sin and more about the relief of roleplaying omnipotence and submission. And the idea of the reverence towards a despair eons old, older than I am, intrinsic to Creation itself, and the burden and Burdened of it is a siren call.

Not to mention I am by right of birth opposing the Creator as the Undoer, it is within my hands to kill the switch at the end of things, it is my duty to drown the churches, I am the head of the hoard of now faceless bodies beheaded by those who seek purity. And the lights are alluring, the call back to a home in Eden that is so far removed from anything actionable or local that it becomes as much of a fairytale as the shining stained glass promises it will be - will be? It was. It’s not a thing that will come again.

[cafedanslanuit]

- ̗̀ i chew you up and spit you out, ‘cause that’s what young love it’s all about ̖́-

day twenty-six hate sex ft. takami keigo / hawks [boku no hero academia]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab reader + she/her pronouns, college/university au, (soft) hate sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), teasing, hawks is flirty and i want to punch his face, enemies to lovers if you may

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“I fucking hate you.”

Keigo’s sharp eyes lock with yours. He doesn’t move, but you notice his eyebrow rising, completely amused with you.

“Yeah?” he asks, flashing you a wicked smirk. “Then tell me to go away. Say the word and I’m out of here.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you close your fists tightly. He’s got you, even if he’s the one that’s kneeling on the floor in front of you. The moment he entered your dorm, he had you against the wall, his lips devouring you feverishly while his hands roamed around your body. It wasn’t long until he sunk to the floor and started pressing kisses on your thighs.

At your lack of response, Keigo chuckles, stroking the back of your legs warmly.

“Thought so.” His hands travel to the hem of your panties and slowly pull them down. “But, please, elaborate on that. Honestly, I always wondered why I got on your last nerve so much. No one around seems to hate me as much as you do.”

Keigo loves the flustered expression on your face as you look away from him, stepping out of your underwear. This does nothing but rile him up even more. He lifts your skirt just enough for him to press his lips against your folds, rejoicing at the way you squirm. His hot breath collides against you for a moment before his tongue darts across them, humming at how wet you are.

“I’m serious, cutie. Don’t worry if you see me a bit too preoccupied with something,” he says, and you feel his lips ghosting against your core. “I swear I’m listening.”

If it was anyone else, you’d think they were kidding. But this was Keigo, fucking Takami Keigo, the golden boy of the university, loved by every professor that had had the delight to teach him and ogled by most of your class when he walked around in baggy jeans and a loose white shirt.

While you agreed he was indeed very good looking, you couldn’t stand the guy. He was overly confident, always smirking like he owned the place and getting whatever -and whoever- he wanted with his charm. He spent money lavishly, and you could tell by the different watches, rings and chains he used to wear on campus. You had never liked people who were born with a silver spoon, especially if they were stupid enough to flaunt it.

An assigned partner project forced you to work together, and soon Keigo discovered all his grins could earn were eye rolls and tired sighs from you. Intrigued by the reason you didn’t like him, he took the task to try and befriend you, never losing his motivation even after being rejected countless times. His inherent flirty ways only made you dislike him even more, to the point where you asked your professor if you could do the project on your own.

This, of course, led to a huge fight. Keigo had been asked if there were any problems with the group project since you had tried to drop him. Baffled, he searched for you on campus and demanded answers. A screaming match started, one that you tried to end by walking away, but he wouldn’t budge. The fight continued as he followed to your dorm.

To this day, you still can’t remember what happened. Words like “annoying” and “entitled” left your mouth as you pointed at him, while “prejudiced” and “unnerving” were shot by him. You remember him asking what had he done for you to treat him like shit and then, your next memory is of you too roughly kissing in the middle of your room to them stumble to the bed.

It had been more than six months since the project was finished and you had no reason to keep seeing each other. However, you had opened a door that neither of you were particularly interested in closing. While in public neither of you socialized, you had already memorized his way of knocking on your door, and he could vividly remember the taste of your chapstick during classes when he found himself thinking about you.

“Already told you,” you sigh as you feel Keigo’s tongue lapping on your clit. “You’re obnoxious. You’re a pain to be around and— and you think too highly of yourself. I don’t get why so many people like you. Too— too many people.”

“Are you jealous, baby?” Keigo asks, before closing your lips on your clit and gently sucking. He gets hard at your needy whimper and the way you part your legs even further for him.

“Fuck, no,” you huff, yet your voice is trembling. “Why would I— Why— I don’t care. I just think they’re stupid. You— you’re stupid.”

Keigo continues to suck your clit, his tongue aiding him to give you even more pleasure. You can feel yourself dripping, your entrance clenching around nothing as he works on you. Your hands close on his hair, tugging it as you throw your head back, lips parted and moans falling from them.

“Aw, shit,” he sighs, feigning disappointment as he pulls away from you. A warm feeling swirls inside his chest when you look down at him, desperate because he stopped. “Anything I can do to make you like me?”

He slips two fingers inside you, curling them instantly and you feel your legs weakening. Keigo keeps his eyes on you as you fall apart, holding onto his hair like a lifeline while his finger slowly fuck you.

“I mean,” he continues. “I’d love to take you out on a date one of these days. Somewhere outside your dorm for a change.”

His palm presses against your clit, adding even more stimulation. You curse under your breath, his words and the pleasure you were under mixing inside your brain, making less and less sense the more you thought about them.

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” Keigo stops his movements, and it suddenly clicks that he’s being honest. You lock eyes with him again, scrutinizing the honey pool for a clue of his lies. However, he looks back at you, open and honest, unlike the previous times he had visited your dorm.

“A date?” you repeat.

“Yeah. There’s this cool place that—”

“No,” you interrupt him. Keigo raises his eyebrows.

“Okay. Why not?”

A part of you thinks you’d be able to come with a better explanation if his fingers weren’t still inside of you. Your walls flutter around them against your will, and you have to muster all your strength not to grind your hips against his hand.

Of course, you have a valid reason for not wanting to go out on a date with him. You do, you know you do. Yet, for some reason, you can’t truly pinpoint anything. All that comes to your mind are the countless times Keigo has made you come with his mouth of his cock, the smell of his fancy cologne and his low chuckle against your ear when he’s kissing down on your neck.

“I don’t like blondes,” you blurt out.

Keigo can’t hold down his laugh and fuck— yeah, it was the same as his chuckles.

“Oof, harsh!” he says, before leaning and giving your folds sloppy kisses, loving the wet sound that filled your room.

His tongue draws circles around your clit as his fingers resume their pace. Your moans are music to his ears and he grabs onto the plush of your thighs, pushing himself even closer to you.

“You’re— annoying. So fucking— annoying,” you hiss, as your fingers close on his hair tighter.

Keigo hums. “And you taste so good.”

After so many months, Keigo knows how to make you come. He knows how fast you want his tongue to move, how deep you need his fingers to be. So, when your body starts trembling and you let out the prettiest moan, he knows, once again, he’s reached his goal.

He holds you in place as you experience the aftershocks of your orgasm, putting out his tongue for you to use as you please as you ride it out. Once he notices your muscles are finally relaxing, he gives your folds one last lick, gathering your release and swallowing contently. The whine he hears due to the overstimulation only makes it taste better.

Keigo stands up and wipes his mouth in front of you, who has the prettiest fucked-out expression he’s ever seen. He grabs both sides of your face and before you can stop him, he presses a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

He pulls away just as quickly, his trademark flirty grin back on his face.

“Pick you up tomorrow at seven, baby.”

You watch him turn on his heel and walk to the door, the most ridiculous happy bounce in each of his steps.

“I hope you die.”

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You Look Like a Museum to Me

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Prompts - “You’re extra beautiful when you talk about this. You know you’re good at it, and that knowledge lights you up.”

Notes -  I know absolutely nothing about ancient Egypt so if anything is wrong, just go with it.

Steven fiddled with the ends of his sleeves nervously as he glanced in the mirror, seeing nothing but Marc’s slightly amused eyes looking back at him as he watched him panic over his first date with you. Despite being reassured a dozen times that he had this, that you liked him just as much as he liked you, despite all of Marc’s comforting words he still couldn’t get rid of the pit of nerves in his stomach.

“You’re gonna be fine,” Marc told him again, not even annoyed at the amount of assurance Steven needed today. It was nice watching Steven with you, watching how flustered he got and feeling how happy he was. “You’re taking her to the museum, right, giving her a tour?”

“Yeah,” Steven sighed, nodding as he wiped his slightly sweaty palms against his pants, “Yeah, she wanted a tour of the museum.”

“Then you’re gonna be just fine, you know everything about that stuff, you’ll blow her away.” Marc smiled as Steven laughed nervously before checking his appearance one last time and grabbing his bag, one more deep breath and he turned away from the mirror.

After a quick goodbye to the fish Steven was heading out the door, just about managing to catch the bus and making his way to the museum. Marc was right, if there was one thing he knew it was this, how many times had he dreamed about giving this tour and now he got to give it to you.  

Asking you on a date had been nerve wracking, even after everything that had happened lately somehow asking a pretty woman out on a date felt scarier than any of it. Marc had laughed, not in a mean way, more in a fondly exasperated way and encouraged Steven to ask you out, went back and forth with him all night with different ways to ask you and different dates that were ideal for the first one. 

“I know this stuff, I’ve got this.” Steven muttered to himself as he got off the bus, not even noticing the side glances he received from strangers. Marc did and it showed when Steven glanced in a window to see Marc standing with a fond smile.

“I’m right with you buddy.” Marc said as Steven walked up the steps of the museum and found that the words eased his nerves a bit and he took one final deep breath to steady himself before he walked through the doors. 

He spotted you straight away, of course he did, even with the children darting back and forth, the tourists looking every which way, the school group that stood huddled together, somehow Steven missed all of them but managed to see you. You were focused on one of the figures, reading the small plaque in front of it as Steven stood still in his spot, more than content to watch you for a moment. 

“She really is stunning.” Steven mumbled, whether to himself or to Marc, even he didn’t know. His eyes were still locked on you as Marc rolled his eyes fondly from his place in the reflection of a glass barrier before he took control for half a second in order to get Steven moving. 

Steven stumbled slightly but managed to catch himself, shooting Marc a glare but Marc just smiled and gestured for him to make his way over to you. 

He took a steadying breath, feeling both more nervous and at ease at seeing you before he finally did as Marc advised and forced his feet forward until he was looking over your shoulder and humming as he saw just what you were looking at. 

“Ah,” Steven said from behind you, causing you to jump slightly before you turned around, a smile spreading across your face and eyes lighting up as you met Steven’s gaze, “that there is Set. Bit of a knob actually.”

“Oh really?” You asked, not even attempting to stop the laugh that escaped you, completely unaware of how the sound momentarily stunned Steven before he shook himself and swore he would do whatever he had to to keep hearing you laugh.

“Oh yeah, completely mental really, I mean what other word is there for dismembering your own brother and having a fish eat his-“ here Steven cut himself off, already berating himself over his words but then he saw your smile widen and your whole body turned to him, giving him all your attention, your head tilting as he paused. 

He could see Marc in the reflection behind you, the reassuring smile on his face telling Steven that he hadn’t messed up, he could do this. 

“Probably best to start a story from the beginning though, eh?” He continued, encouraged by your nod, smile having yet to fade and attention still solely on him. “Well, Set used to be a hero, people called upon him for all sorts, a protector in life and death but what really made him a hero was saving Ra, the sun god, meant he had made sure the sun would continue to rise. But by the time of the New Kingdom, Set gets a bit jealous, now I don’t know about you but when I’m jealous I don’t go around murdering people but maybe that’s just me.” 

Steven paused as you laughed again, trying to commit the sound to memory before he continued.

“See Set was jealous of Osiris, jealous of the fact big brother was the ruler of Egypt and he wasn’t. It wasn’t just Set killing his brother that was odd though it was the way he did it, instead of, you know, just murdering him quietly Set throws this party, one of those fancy ones, and he brings this casket out after dinner.” The entire time Steven speaks his gaze is locked on you, watching you nod along with his words, expression shifting from smiles to questioning looks and Steven can see the genuine interest on your face, can see that you’re actually listening to what he has to say, listening to him ramble about something he liked. 

Steven couldn’t remember a time when somebody had just let him speak, let him share his interest with them without interrupting him or making a disparaging comment before brushing him off. He had known you were something special from the moment he had met you, hell actually from the moment his eyes had locked onto you but this, this moment right here, just confirmed to him how amazing you truly were, a one of a kind girl he had somehow been lucky enough to meet.

“A casket?” You asked, Steven chuckling at the face you pulled, eyebrows drawn together, nose scrunched up and lips twisting into a grimace.

“Weird right? Well after he brought out the casket he had each of the guests attempt to climb into it but none of them could fit. When it comes to Osiris’ turn, well guess who fits in the casket? Osiris does and when he does get in, that's when Set comes along and slams the casket shut, poor bugger was trapped in the thing all the while Set threw him in the Nile.”

You were more than content to continue standing in front of the glass protected figure listening to Steven as he told you the story about the god it was based on, happy to watch as his hands gestured around as he spoke, observe how his entire face seemed to light up as he got to teach you something, watch Steven be at his most confident as his knowledge seemed to give him a boost. It wasn’t a drastic change, it was only noticeable if you were paying attention, he still fiddled with the edges of his sleeves, still tugged on the strap of his bag but he seemed lighter, completely in his element as he spoke without fumbling over his words and it was a side that you guessed many people didn’t get to see, whether it was due to Steven not showing it or other people not giving him a chance to.

When Steven finished talking he saw your face soften, it was almost of fond expression with something else he couldn’t quite place and it made him smile sheepishly at you, an apology on the tip of his tongue, almost on instinct, for rambling on. He nearly had the words out when you interrupted him and your words almost made his heart ache with happiness.

“So what happened to the brother, did he just die?” You asked him. 

Steven felt his smile widen, not only had you put up with his rambling but here you were asking questions, wanting him to keep talking. It was such a rare thing that all he could do was smile at you, completely and utterly captivated by you. 

He really hoped he wouldn’t mess this up, he was already so gone for you and it was only your first date. Steven hoped to any god that might be listening that there were many more dates to come.

“Well the casket floats down the Nile for a bit before it washes up on the shore and this tree, the tamarisk tree, sprouted up to protect it. The tree was so beautiful that the King and Queen of Byblos cut it down and had it brought to their court. Osiris had a wife, Isis and she tracked Osiris down and managed to get his corpse back, all the while Set’s in Egypt and ruling as King, not a good one mind you, he switched between storms and droughts because he was the god of not only war and chaos but also storms, the people ended up turning on each other just to survive, told you he was a knob.” Steven said, pausing to let your laugh wash over him as he moved his hands to play with the ends of his sleeves once he realised he had been gesturing wildly between the two of you.

“Sounds like he was a bit more than a knob.” You laughed and Steven couldn’t stop the bright smile that spread across his face. “So what, Set just kills his brother and gets to rule Egypt? And Isis managed to retrieve his corpse?”

“Yeah, she gets his corpse back and hides the two of them again in some swampy marshes of the Nile. Once they were back though Set found out and started tracking them down. Isis knew of some herbs that could bring Osiris back and she asks for help to watch the body. When Isis is out though Set comes along and tricks Nephthys into telling him where Osiris was hidden, after he found him he went about hacking his body to pieces,” Steven paused, watching as you scrunched your face in disgust again, hoping he hadn’t put you off but you were still looking at him expectantly so he carried on, not giving himself another moment to doubt himself, “Once Isis was back she and Nephthys went about collecting all the body parts to put him back together but his, um, well a certain part of him was missing, well actually it was eaten by a fish which, you know, bit gross.”

“It was actually eaten by a fish?” You couldn’t help but laugh as Steven nodded, a bright smile still firmly in place as he chuckled along with you. “So that was it then for Osiris?”

“Well since he was incomplete he couldn’t return to the land of the living and instead became the lord of the underworld and god of the death and I can tell you that Osiris doesn’t mess around when he’s judging where you’ll spend eternity.” Steven told you, his tone filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite put your finger on and his eyes shifted just over your shoulder to look at the statue of Set. 

Steven's eyes shifted to look at the reflection in the glass casing, distracted by Marc’s amused snort that you obviously couldn’t hear, his own smile spreading into a grin as he focused on you again.

“You say that like you have experience.” You laughed and watched him laugh along with you. “So what happens to Set then, he’s the King, right?”

“For a bit, yeah but Osiris actually had a son, Horus, who battled Uncle Set for control of Egypt. The two of them went before the Great Ennead and were given contests to battle against each other. Turns out Set wasn’t very good, actually he was complete rubbish and lost every battle against Horus.” Steven explained and felt his chest warm as you interrupted him but in a way that was so different to how others usually did. 

“So Horus became King then?” You asked, unable to stop yourself. 

In all honesty Ancient Egypt wasn’t something you sought out yourself, you appreciated it and it was interesting but you had never been too eager to seek knowledge out about it yourself. However when Steven was the one talking about it, telling you the stories that matched the figures you were captivated, completely hooked on his every word, and wanted him to tell you everything he knew.

“You’d think wouldn’t you but no, actually, Set reigned for over eighty years because Ra refused to vote that Horus should be the King and because the decision had to be unanimous Set was free to be King.” Steven told you, physically feeling himself fall for you more and more as the seconds passed as you frowned, mirroring his expression when he had first read the information from one of his many books.

It wasn’t until he looked behind you that he saw a group of school children making their way from one of the figures over to the one the two of you had been blocking for a while now. You looked questioningly over at him before following his gaze, eyes widening as the teacher gave the two of you an annoyed look causing you to bite your lip and look over at Steven, a grin breaking out across both your faces as he took your arm in his and pulled you along, the two of you laughing as you leaned into each other.

Making your way further into the museum, laughs fading off as conversation filled its place Steven found himself glancing down, your arms still tangled together despite the fact that they didn’t need to be. Steven was thankful you hadn’t let go of him, he was more than happy to stay attached to you the whole way around the museum.

“Steven?” You prompted softly when the man had remained silent at your question, his gaze on you but clearly having missed you speaking.

“Sorry love,” he apologised softly and you couldn’t ignore how your stomach seemed to fill with butterflies at the word love. It sounded beautiful coming from Steven, sounded genuine and not meant an attempt to flirt that would ultimately leave you uncomfortably trying to get away from somebody. 

You really wanted him to call you love again. 

The two of you made your way around the museum, Steven rambling on happily about each of the different things that were on display but he found himself stumbling over his words at some points, your entire attention focused only on him, expression so open and he could happily stare at you all day. When he watched you mouthing along as you read from the plaques attached to the displays or when your eyebrows knitted together when you didn’t quite understand something and you would turn to look up at him questioningly, it was only with Marc’s helpful calling of his name and quick repeating of the question that he was able to stammer out an answer, memorising the way your face light up as you listened to him.

He had never made somebody smile like that, like the way you were smiling, he had never had that kind of smile directed at him and he most certainly had never been the reason somebody’s whole face seemed to light up or made somebody laugh in the way he made you, a genuine laugh that made his stomach flutter and took his breath away.

Even as he was surrounded by some of the most beautiful pieces and ancient displays that would usually occupy his attention for hours, they all seemed dull when compared to you standing next to them. Steven found he would much rather look at you, learn everything there was to know about you, than anything that was in this building.

You were as equally as distracted as Steven was, completely captivated by everything about the man, by the way he spoke, even when he did stammer over his words as he was pulled from his thoughts, how his arm felt still tangled with yours, how his eyes seemed to light up every time he looked at you. You had never felt so much for one person so fast, never realised how quickly you could fall for somebody and yet here stood Steven Grant seemingly on a mission to see how fast he could make you fall for him. 

The date lasted hours and yet it still didn’t feel long enough when the two of you stood just past the museum steps, reluctant to pull away from each other but having no other choice as you were getting ready to say goodbye, heading home in opposite directions.

“Thank you for today, I had a bloody brilliant time.” Steven told you, a smile on his face as you laughed softly, nodding in agreement with his words.

“So did I,” You said honestly, “I hope we can do it again?” 

“Yeah, yeah I’d love to, absolutely.” Steven’s smile spread into a grin and you couldn’t stop yourself from mirroring the expression, face almost aching from how much the man made you smile.

“Good, I can’t wait.” As you spoke you looked up, feeling rain begin to fall from the grey clouds above and looked at Steven. “We should probably get home before it really starts.”

“Good idea,” he laughed, seeming to hesitate for a moment before he nodded and stepped closer to you, giving you time to pull away. When you stayed as you were Steven smiled before leaning forward but instead of going for the kiss like you thought he would, he instead placed the softest kiss to your cheek before pulling away with a shy smile. “Let me know you got home safe, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you agreed quietly, somehow the soft kiss to the cheek flustered you more than you thought a normal kiss would but thankfully Steven seemed as flustered as you. “I’ll see you soon.”

“God, I hope so.” You heard Steven mumble to himself after you had turned away and taken a few steps away from him, a soft laugh leaving you, fully agreeing with the sentiment and making your way home with a smile on your face even as the rain fell down on you, completely ready for your next date with Steven Grant. 

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Then and Now | one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

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part two

“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let's go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

___

“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case. 

 “Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you. 

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries. 

 “The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was...not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him. 

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student. 

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in. 

A pause. 

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation. 

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety. 

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs. 

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel. 

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt. 

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself. 

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi. 

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo. 

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Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses. 

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

“What? Why’re you staring at me Y/n? You like me that much?” he teased, stepping closer to your figure to brush the stray leaves that had fallen onto your head. Even if he was a stranger, you felt no need to flinch or run away from him. The air around him had a sense of familiarity. As if he were a warm blanket amidst a harsh winter. You wanted to wrap yourself in him, feel him and his warmth. His love.

“Come on, let’s go princess. I don’t need you getting sick ‘cuz you were being a dumbass.” he sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

At that moment, everything had faded away, leaving you with nothing but butterflies and the tingling sensation left on your forehead from his loving kiss.

___

You glanced at your shocked pupil. His eyes are wide with his mouth agape. “Y/n-sensei… Have you finally lost it? Y-You just patted Sukuna’s cheek!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. You laughed before avoiding his gaze, concealing the visible traces of shock etched on your face with a smile. 

That vision. You have never had something of that sort ever occur in your lifetime. Your mind was completely muddled. Barely registering the next words that leave Gojo’s mouth. 

“Both my student and my future girlfriend are watching, so I’m going to show off a little,” he smirked, leaning back onto Sukuna. They continued to fight, not that you were paying attention. You felt Gojo’s stare land on you a couple of times, yet your mind was still occupied with what you had seen. 

You suddenly shot up, carrying Megumi as Sukuna’s vessel came skidding towards the both of you. You ran behind Gojo, knowing that it would be safer for Megumi. You sighed once more before sitting Megumi down. Dusting your skirt, you dug into Gojo’s bag of treats before munching on a piece of mochi. 

“You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna growled, pointedly staring at you as he launched another attack at Gojo. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me.” he continued smugly before his eyes widened, seeing as the three of you had come out fully unscathed.

Megumi sighed as Gojo continued to count down, Sukuna’s vessel returning to his body once more after ten seconds, just as Gojo had instructed him to do so. You droned out for the rest of the conversation, lost in your thoughts on who the male could be. It couldn't be Gojo, the male's voice had a gruffness that Gojo didn’t have. 

“You can really control it.” Gojo mused, stepping towards him. 

“He’s kind of annoying though, I can hear his voice. He keeps mentioning this girl. Her name is Y/n I think? He keeps cursing her out! Saying things like ‘After almost a millennia she shows up!’ and ‘I’m never forgiving her, no matter how pretty she looks in that skirt.’ and--” he paused, scratching the back of his head. “He just swore at me for exposing him.” 

Both Gojo and Megumi turned to you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. You froze. You weren’t sure of what these two wanted to hear, as you are just as clueless to the situation as they are. Contemplating how to answer, you ended up shrugging your shoulders, stuffing your face with even more mochi, resulting in Gojo sighing before knocking out and carrying the male. 

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You sighed, throwing yourself onto your bed before glancing at the cursed object currently on the palm of your hand. Sukuna’s severed finger was long while his nails were sharp. You traced the skin of the fingers, your curiosity getting the best of you. You studied his fingers from time to time but never got tired of looking at them, feeling the immense power it held. 

“Why are you still up?” 

“Fuck you Satoru. I hate it when you sneak up on me like that you bastard,” you grumbled, shoving your face even further into your pillows to avoid seeing his cheeky smile that you adored. “Aw. You’re so mean to me,” he fake pouted. “I just wanna be… appreciated,” he yelled in tiny, quoting that one lady. 

“Come here. Take off your jacket and go change into proper nightclothes, assuming you’re staying the night again.” rolling your eyes. Satoru had made a habit of sleeping in your room, leaving his quarters almost always vacant. He basically lived with you! Even when both of you would see each other almost every day! Excluding the days when you are both on missions. 

He smiled before rummaging through your drawers and silently made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’”

When he came back, you were already fast asleep. Your fluffy sheets enveloping your whole figure, making you look so small in the mess of sheets you peacefully laid in. So beautifully peaceful. He smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a small peck, then situating himself beside your figure and pulling your body into his arms, knowing how well you slept when you were held. 

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You inwardly groaned, feeling as if your head was about to be split into two. You looked around, stuck in an unfamiliar place once more. This time, it was real life. You could feel it. You were able to control all your actions unlike during the first occurrence. Meaning that the vision you experienced may have been a memory, maybe from your past life. 

This place had a menacing aura, a silent force pushing you to bend to its will. You knew better. Being an experienced sorcerer yourself. You grasped the holsters located under your skirt, silently clutching the pair of your guns before walking forward. You were able to enclose your cursed energy into your guns, shooting them out whenever and however you pleased. 

“Nice guns. I remember when you didn’t use any weapons at all. Only using your cursed energy to fight. You were a much better fighter back then.” a voice drawled, a shiver going up your spine. You whipped around, eyes widening at the King of Curses sitting on his rightful throne. “What are you talking about Ryomen Sukuna?” you growled, clicking the safety off of your weapons. 

“So formal. You used to call me Su-chan, you know?” he smirked, greedily enjoying your facial expressions. “That was then. Before you fucked me over,” he growled, his face contorting into anger. “You don’t remember what you did to me. Do you? You’re selfish. Then and now. You’re so fucking selfish. Get out before I lose my patience with you.” he growled, fists balling. 

Your jaw dropped in shock. You didn’t expect his personality to flip so quickly.

“Fuck you, man. I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me like that. Stop acting like you do! What do you mean ‘back then’? You’re swearing at me without even telling me what I did!” one step. “You’re a bitch!” two steps. “You’re a pussy!” three steps. “Fuck you!” you were running now. “You’re a fucking dick! Suck my dick!” you spat right in front of his face, leaving him stunned. Who was crazy enough to curse out the literal King of Curses?

One, in his domain. Two, when he’s no less than a foot away. And three, to his actual face. Only an absolute mad person. It was a fitting description. You angrily peeked at his expression. Waiting for him to obliterate you. His hooded expression is dark. You stilled, unsure of what to do. He… He wasn’t moving nor speaking. Could you just leave? You weren’t even aware of where you are or how you even got here. 

“Hey... Are you okay? You haven’t moved in a while. I’m sorry for swearing at you, but you kinda deserved it, not gonna lie.” scratching your head. You continued to stand awkwardly, hoping that he would just stop tormenting you with the silence.

“He-Ah!” you screeched as you were pulled into his lap. His arms wrapping around your waist to constrict you from moving, his hands entwining behind your back. You positioned one of your pistols beneath his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. He smirked, placing a kiss on the barrel of your gun, further flustering you, warmth spreading to your cheeks. 

“You still don’t know how to listen. After a thousand years.” he chuckled. “You’re still the same. Disregarding my anger, even though you’re aware of what I’m capable of.” he softly smiled. An unfamiliar sight. “You never liked listening to me in the first place did you?” he queried, tilting his head up to face you. The grip on your gun faltering. You leaned into him, your weapons falling down your side, clattering down the floor. Sukuna licked his lips.

You moved to kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips fully pressing against his. The feeling of his lips hot and familiar on yours. You moved to clutch his hair, wanting to pull him into you, only for your world to break apart, plunging you into darkness. 

___

You jolted awake, flying off of your bed and into the bathroom. Startling Gojo in the process. You splashed water onto your face in hopes of somehow calming your heart down. You remembered your dream vividly. Heavy footsteps made their way to you. You turned to face Satoru, tearing stinging your eyes as he automatically opened his arms and pulled you in.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” he cooed, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead. ‘Kiddo’ had been a childhood nickname bestowed upon you by your childhood friend himself. Seeing as you were younger than him. You clutched him tighter, wanting to feel him surround your whole body. 

“I don’t know bunny. I just don’t know anymore.” you continued to sob whilst Satoru continued to hold you, his concern evident through the crease of his eyebrows, his bright cerulean eyes piercing through you. You didn’t understand what you were going through. Were you upset because of your affiliation to Sukuna? Were you upset because of the kiss? How were you going to tell Satoru about the kiss?

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. Even though I might already know. But, just try to calm down okay? Can you take deep breaths for me kiddo? Come on, you got this. You’re a good girl. In. Out. Yeah, that’s it baby.” he continued to comfort you, the sound of his voice soothing all your negative feelings and thoughts. 

After another ten minutes of standing in the bathroom wrapped in his arms, your cries have finally ceased, your soft sniffles and puffy red eyes the only proof of your sadness. “Come on kiddo, wash your face for me. It’ll fix the puffiness.” rubbing your arms before making his way out of the bathroom, giving you time to gather yourself. 

 Your mind drifted back to Sukuna. Your fingertips unconsciously drifting to your lips, the kiss plaguing your mind. He had spoken quite a bit about how you never listened. Very accurate but how would he have known? It wasn’t as if he knew you. The possibility of knowing Sukuna in one of your past lives was close to impossible. He must be playing tricks with you, trying to bend you to his will. You may have had a moment of weakness last night, but it was going to be the first and the last time you let yourself go in front of him. 

___

“Eat my ass Satoru!”

“Well, I’ve been trying for years bu-” he yelped, clutching the arm that you mercilessly attacked. He had a nasty habit of making too many sexual jokes. Of course, you weren’t going to deny the fact that you’ve shared similar thoughts, but you would rather jump out of a moving car than admit it to your best friend. Knowing him, his ego would triple and nobody had the time or patience for that. 

“You are so mean!” he pouted. 

“I am not! You’re just a little piss baby.”

“I’m filing for a divorce. I can’t tolerate this slander anymore.” he huffed, walking away after absolutely destroying him in Mario Kart. His pride took a hit. He had taught you that game! You couldn't be that much better than him, the screen displaying fifth place while you came second. You giggled as you followed him, clinging onto his arm as you peeked at his sour expression. 

“Don’t be a sore loser Satoru. It’s not cute.” you chastised. Pointing your index finger at him, resulting in him playfully biting at you. “So what I’m hearing is, I’m cute the rest of the time.” he flirted, lowering his sunglasses to wink at your steadily heating face.

“Sure, but we both know who’s the cutest.”

“Of course you’re the cutest kiddo.”

“I was talking about Nanami, but sure. That’s good too.”

His jaw dropped. Did you find Nanami cuter than him? The Gojo Satoru? He was visibly stressing, running a hand through his soft snowy locks before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re not cute. You can go play with Nanami. I don’t like you anymore.” he pouted once more, shaking you off of him. “Noo-” you tightened your hold on him, pulling him to the exit of the arcade. “Let’s go get ramen. My treat since you’re so cute.” You teased.

You smiled at him before facing forward, missing the way Satoru’s lips parted in awe, a light blush dusting his soft pale cheeks. His wide eyes are full of love hidden behind the lens of his sunglasses. He turned away from you, placing his vacant hand on his chest, a futile attempt at calming down his racing heart. 

“Okay.”

___

“Oh. You’re back.” he deadpanned, eyes boring into your figure. The setting was different today. Instead of being in what you had assumed what his domain looked like, you were sitting beside him on the engawa of a quaint traditional Japanese home. You scowled, furrowing your eyebrows as you scowled at the nonchalant male.

You lunged at him, hoping to pin him down to press for answers. Not realizing that your attire had also changed, tripping on the length of your floral patterned yukata, resulting in you landing on top of Sukuna himself. His eyebrows almost flying up to his hairline. 

You peeked at him. His hair dishevelled, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks. Your eyes trailed lower, unable to look him in the eyes. A mistake on your part. His white yukata had slightly unravelled, exposing his tan, golden chest to your wandering eyes. Your mouth is drying up at the sight. Unconsciously licking your lips. 

His shocked expression replaced with his usual smirks, his fangs making an appearance. “Didn’t know that you wanted it that bad, princess. What’s wrong? Your little friend isn't enough for you?” he sneered, gripping your waist with his hands, his razor-sharp nails slightly digging into your sides, causing you to squirm uncomfortably. 

“What is your problem you freak?” you growled, fisting the fabric of his clothes. 

“Me? I’m not doing shit babe. It’s you who has a problem.” he scoffed, sitting up, inching his face close to yours. Your noses lightly bump into each other as you felt your cheeks heat at the contact. 

“Why so shy princess? I remember when you used to make me eat my words. You were so cute back then. Thinking that you owned me, thinking that you were in charge of me. Learn where you stand. You are nothing to me” 

Lies continued to spew out of his mouth like vomit. He knew he was lying. He knew that you had him wrapped around your finger that moment he saw your face once more. The anger of the past dissipated. Only you left. It wasn’t his fault. You were his only love and you left him. Well, that's how he saw it. 

The pain of losing his love had left an ever-present scar on his nonexistent heart. You had been the only person to ever stay by his side, no matter how much he tried to push you away, to insult you, make you hate him. To no avail, you bulldozed your way into his life and his heart. 

“Stop lying to me. I know you’re lying. I can feel you lying Sukuna. I-I don’t know how to explain it...but I just know. I don’t know you, but you feel so familiar. Your habits, your personality. I keep getting flashbacks, or memories. I’m not sure. Though, I do know that they aren’t mine. At least… not in this life…” you trailed off, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But I know that the guy in those visions are you. It just… feels like you. Your warmth, your words, your voice…even your touch” you gently placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes for no sole reason. Only wanting to feel his energy. Feel him. 

He sighed. 

“Still the same as ever, princess. Always find your way into my heart” he heartily chuckled before continuing, placing the warm palm of his hand against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open at the contact. “I’ll explain since you asked so nicely” he winked, patting your cheek almost mockingly, reminding you of the time you once did the same. Heat rose to your cheeks. 

“So…” he started.

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What.

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What was going on?

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You saw his mouth moving though no words escaped. You tilted your head in confusion, causing him to pause before cupping your cheeks.

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No words were heard. You were even unable to hear your cries.

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“I’m sorry.”

Then black.

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[heisenho]

Gifts

Karl Heisenberg x Fem!Reader

Summary: Daniela has been giving you gifts, Heisenberg does not really take it too well.

Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI!

A/N: Hello, I am here with my first Heisenberg fic and I really love him sdfsdksf This is basically Porn without Plot, please don't kill me lol. I haven't written smut in a while, in fact I haven't written in a while, period. So this is a little rusty, but i like it, so... Heisenberg stans, come get yall juice!! Also, requests are open!! ~Beff

You hummed softly to yourself as you walked towards the bathroom. Heisenberg had gone out to meet with his family, and you were all alone. Daniela, the only other person who knew about you being there, had given you some things to make your stay with Heisenberg a little... more bearable.

Cute clothes, some nice perfume (for some reason?), deodorant, small things she definitely did not find from their victims luggage. Every once in a while when Heisenberg brings horribly wrapped gifts back to you, you know Daniela has found yet another trinket to give you.

“Why does she wrap those?” Karl would ask.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

You would smile up at him, holding the gift close to your heart. Karl would roll his eyes, behind his sunglasses of course, and go take care of anything else that needed to be done. He didn’t leave you alone a lot, but when he did, you knew he was feeling upset. Jealousy mostly.

You wore nothing but a cute silk robe that Daniela had gifted you, and held a large fluffy towel against your stomach, another gift from the Dimitrescu (probably belonged to her mother). You were about to reach the bathroom when you heard footsteps through the house.

“Hey-”

You turned to find Karl, finding him standing in the doorway. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something you had never seen before.

“Hi?”

Your voice brought his attention back to you. His eyes raked up your body before finally settling on yours once more.

“Daniela give you that?”

“Uh-” You swallowed hard, watching Heisenberg stalk towards you, slowly, “yes.”

He smirked, “I’m beginning to think this isn’t something so innocent.”

Furrowing your brows and cocking your head, you blinked at him. “Something more? What are you- I thought we-”

“I thought so too.”

“If you want, I can go take it off? I just wanted to take a bath, and- I don’t know, feel cute...”

“Take it off.”

His eyes were darker now, his body tense. You nodded meekly and turned back towards the room you had been staying in. You started to walk towards it, but were stopped.

“No, I mean right now.”

“Karl, I’m-” Your voice grew quiet, almost a whisper, “I’m not wearing clothes under this.”

“I know.”

It clicked. Fuck. He wanted to see you naked. The two of you had shared a couple of heated moments, but never anything further than tongue kissing and almost dry humping. Mother Miranda had a way of stopping anything from happening. She had the best timing it seemed. But, he had already dealt with Miranda, so now, you were all his.

“I don’t know,” you felt like you were going to combust.

Karl was on you now, looking down at you with a lust filled gaze. Almost animalistic. You breath caught and you stared up at him, frozen. His hand met the towel in your arms and he took it from you, softly, and examined it.

“Another gift, I presume? This looks like my sister’s towel...”

You nodded, throat too dry to speak. Karl threw the towel down and your head turned towards it, watching it soar through the sky. Within an instance, Karl’s hand was on your cheek, forcing you to look back at him.

“I promise, I do not like Daniela that way, and I can assure you she doesn’t like me either.”

His hand met the silk tie on the robe and his thumb ran over it, “Hm,” he was deep in thought now, “I don’t think most people give silk robes to friends.” His voice was low and soft, and he was hovering above your face.

Your eyes screwed shut and you blew out air through your closed lips, “She gave them to me so I could impress you.”

Your words came out fast and almost incoherent, but Heisenberg caught it. He definitely caught it. Your eyes slowly opened back up and you watched him smirk down at you.

“Oh?”

“Yes, can I please, please go wash off now?”

You weren’t too sure how you got yourself into this particular predicament, but there you were, pushed against the wall, Karl’s thigh grinding against your cunt. Water was running in the background, but all you could focus on was warm hands under the silk robe that had somehow not been ripped from your body yet.

It had been mostly untied though, Karl’s hands beginning to roam across your stomach and towards your breasts. You let out a soft moan and Karl smiled against your neck.

“Fuck, so soft,” he whispered against your skin as his calloused hands found your breasts.

“The water,” Your attention was brought back to reality when you remembered you had bathwater running.

Karl groaned and moved slightly. His hands grabbed your wrists; he held them above your head. “What are you-” You tried to ask, but a piece of metal came flying towards you, and hit the wall; clamping against your wrists. You were stuck now.

Karl turned around and tended the tub, turning the water off. Your thighs rubbed together, the warmth that was once there now gone. You let out a whine and pouted at Heisenberg as he turned around.

“Let me go!” You pulled against the metal, “Why did you-”

“I don’t need you finishing a job that I’m more than capable of handling myself.”

You cocked your head at him and furrowed your brows. “What?”

“I don’t need you finger fucking yourself, you’ll be getting the real thing soon enough.”

You pouted and kept rubbing your thighs together, trying to get some sort of friction, but nothing was like the real thing. Your robe was hanging from your body now, the ribbon hanging off of your waist loosely.

Karl stopped the water and turned his attention back to you, “I was going to just fuck you right there, but I’d really rather the water not get cold.”

The metal fell from your wrists and your arms dropped to your sides. Karl motioned for you to remove your robe and furrowed your brows. “No. You aren’t even undressed.”

Karl’s face dropped, his eyes narrowing. You felt like you had made a grave mistake. Your mouth went dry and sheepishly took off the robe. As the robe hit the ground, so did your eyes. You instinctively wrapped your arms around your waist and kept your eyes low.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Karl stepped towards you, one of his hands reaching for you. “Come here,” He stepped towards you and gently grabbed your biceps, pulling you closer. “See, you look much better without that robe.”

With a nervous glint in your eyes, you looked up at him. You were beginning to feel a little more comfortable. You let your arms drop to your sides and you inhaled sharply. “I think it’s your turn now.” Your voice was soft.

“Of course,” he smiled down at you.

He motioned for you to go ahead and get in the tub and you did so, gladly. The water was warm and helped you untense immediately. You sat down and leaned back in the tub, your eyes closing. The back of your neck rested on the edge of the tub.

You could hear a belt and pants unzipping, but you stayed put where you were, frozen in the hot water. The water shifted after a couple minutes and Karl was on you in an instant. He placed his palm on the back of your neck and pulled you closer to him. Your eyes fluttered open and you met his stare. Your eyes traveled down his body and stopped at his waist, that was all you could see from your -and his- position.

Karl’s hand moved from the back of your neck and to your chin, coaxing you to look back at him once more. His lips pressed to yours and his tongue instantly pushed into your mouth. You let out a moan and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Karl leaned back, into a sitting position, and easily brought you with him. The air was cold against your once warm skin, causing you to shiver. Karl’s hands roamed your torso and his mouth began to travel towards your jaw.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled, his hands grabbing you a little too tightly.

This caused you to let out a yelp, which led to Karl smiling against your skin. His teeth nipped at your jaw, down to your neck, and he was pulling you as close to him as possible. Your bodies curved together, perfectly made for each other.

Your back arched and you pressed harder against him as his lips trailed down to your breasts. One of Karl’s hands rested on the small of your back while the other held the back of your neck again. He was holding you in place. No chance of escape, but you did not want to escape. You wanted him more than anything.

The bath quickly spiraled into a heated makeout session and that’s all it was. Neither of you got a chance to actually bathe. You knew you’d be annoyed later, but for the time being, you were more than okay with it.

“It’s getting cool.” You gasped out between soft moans.

“Hmph,” Karl huffed against your skin. “I think we should continue in my room anyway.”

You nodded and the both of you stood up. Karl’s hand grabbed your and he helped you out of the tub. Standing beside, naked and vulnerable, you realized how much bigger he was. You weren’t too sure of his height, but, fuck, he was tall.

Karl grabbed a towel and sloppily dried the both of you off before easily picking you up and making his way towards his room. Once you did reach his room, he threw you on the bed and loomed over you. You inhaled loudly and held yourself up with your forearms.

“Lay flat on your back.”

You cocked your head, but you obviously didn’t move fast enough. Karl’s hand met your shoulder and he gently pushed you down.

“I said lay down.”

Your back hit the soft bed and your eyes hit the ceiling. You could hear Karl complain about you being a brat and you huffed. You were going to protest, really, you were! But then, the feeling of Karl’s lips on your inner thigh made you come to a complete halt.

Your hair stood on end and your fists balled around the sheets. Karl’s fingers danced around your entrance and you let out a shaky sigh. You could hear him laugh.

“So wet, already, kitten.” Karl’s fingers pushed into your pussy and his lips stayed pressed to your thigh, slowly making his way up. “All for me...”

You let out a hiss as two of Karl’s fingers pulled out and quickly pushed back in. Karl shifted and, while his fingers pumped in and out, his lips met your cunt and his tongue swirled around your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Karl, please-”

“Use your words, kitten.”

“Please, let me cum!”

Karl let out a low growl and his fingers pumped a little faster. His tongue moved back to your clit and lightly pressed onto it, while rubbing circles around it. A heat began to pool into your stomach and you let out a whine. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t. All you could do was moan and cry out.

“Cum for me,” Karl rumbled, and your back arched into him.

Quickly, you came undone. Stars blurred your vision and everything tensed. Karl let you ride out your orgasm, gently licking at your pussy while you came down. You were a twitching mess, lying spread out on his bed.

“Please, I need you, I need you to fuck me!”

Your voice was low, but the excitement was there. Karl crawled over you and you looked up at him. His hand grabbed at his cock and he began to pump it a couple of times, percum spilling from the head.

When you really got a good look at his cock, you were nervous. Worried you weren’t ready for him.

“Trust me, kitten, you’re wet enough.”

You nodded and leaned back. Karl positioned himself at the entrance of your pussy and slowly pushed in. Moaning from the pleasure, your hips bucked into his. Karl froze and his tongue clicked at you.

“Eager, are we?”

You couldn’t help but nod.

“Fine.”

Karl’s movements were slow at first, steady. You whined under him and rocked your hips upwards. Karl lazily grabbed your hip and pushed into the bed, not letting you move anymore. You groaned and wanted nothing more than for his hips ro roll into yours.

Suddenly, he was picking up the pace. He leaned his forehead against yours and let out a guttural groan.

“So fucking good... And all mine.”

“All yours, fuck- please, I promise, I’m all yours.”

Something in his eyes became very dark, animalistic almost. His pace quickened again, his hips pressing into yours before pulling back and pushing all the way back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The sound of your wailing was surely heard by the villagers.

“Going to fuck you so good, kitten. You’re being so good for me.”

You let out a loud cry of pleasure, words becoming too hard to say. Your brain was mush and your body was only reacting to Karl. “Karl!” You let out a loud cry, finally reaching your orgasm. He seemed close too.

His hips were rutting into you, his movements becoming sloppy and fast. He was growling in your ear, his chest rumbling. You were easily sent into another orgasm. Your eyes screwed shut and your nails clawed down his scarred back.

“So fucking good, kitten- Fuck!”

Karl finally reached his orgasm, fucking his release into you. His hips slowed and his growling became more quiet.

“Let’s stay like this a moment.”

His cock pressed deep inside you, unmoving, as your pussy clenched around him. His chest pressed yours and his breathing was rugged and fast.

“So,” your voice hoarse, “Should Daniela give me gifts more often?”

That was it, Karl was absolutely ready for round two.