#could barely write correctly too excited

[havockingboo]

IM GONNA BE SO FUCKING SICK . . ….THE MONKEY WRNECH PATREON UPDATE. ITS SINKING IN.

[leaawrites]

I have so many short & sweet videos on my fyp right now. I can’t stop thinking about singer!reader announcing her f1 bf by arresting him and dedicating Juno to him like Sabrina does at her concerts. The fans would go wild!!! I’m desperate for this fic

Juno (Live from the Shrot n'Sweet Tour)

Lando Norris x fem!singer!reader

Summary: requested as above.

Wordcount: 0.6k

Warnings: (very) suggestive content, smau (a first time for me, i hope it's alright), flirting, fluff

Note: omgg, this is such an good idea! I loved writing it! I chose Lando bc, I just love writing for him, hope that's alright with you. If not, let me know and I'll (gladly) make another version.

Masterlist, Short n'Sweet Series

“If you haven’t already noticed,” Y/n announced, making the crowd go quiet to hear her talk. “We have a special guest tonight in the crowd.”

The moment the words left her lips and the camera panned to the guy in the audience, beaming up at her with the biggest smile one could muster, the crowd went wild. Lando was just laughing at the reaction.

Everyone there knew how big of an f1 fan Y/n was. Having attended some grand prixs already and posting her reactions to every race on her insta story, she didn’t try to make her love for the sport unknown.

The camera went back to the woman on stage, sirens going off and making everyone know what would happen next. It was a common tradition on the tour. But now, it was different when she said, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m afraid you’re under arrest for being too hot.”

The way she winked at him and from how red he got at the mere eye contact with her, made it obvious this wasn’t mindless flirting. This was proper natural behavior for them.

“That hot, formula 1 driver I have absolutely no relation to.” She pointed out at the crowd. “You know who I mean, right? Of course, you do.” She nodded in approval at the crowd as they clapped and shouted in excitement. They were there for the show and boy, were they going to give them one.

“Sorry, what was your name again?” She asked innocently, holding the microphone in his direction.

Instead of one answer, she got thousands. All calling one name: Lando.

“Oh, okay. Okay,” she said after genuinely being surprised by the amounts of answers she received.

“Lando, gosh,” she continued talking, waving her hand in front of her face like she was trying not to faint. “Lando.” She mused his name, making it melt on her tongue like it was the most beautiful thing she heard.

She didn’t need to ask, but a script is a script. “Lando, where are you from?”

“Monaco,” he shouted back this time.

“Monaco? So, you’re rich?” He nodded. “And you came all the way here to see me?”

“Only for you.”

“Only for me? You’re too much. Stop it.” Waving her hand at him, as a blush graced her face and she scrunched up her nose. “You’re doing things to me, boy. I can’t even.”

Before she could keep on rambling, her backup dancer opened the back of her once long skirt making it fall down, revealing a shorter version. She stepped out of it, saying, “Oh my god, my clothes are falling of for you. This is embarrassing.”

She heard his voice again, a flirty comment leaving his lips: “Wouldn��t be the first time.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time?” She repeated, trying to see if she heard him correctly. When he nodded, she could see the confidence building up inside of him more and more. He wasn’t as nervous about this anymore as he was backstage before the show. Overthinking and stressing about how the fans would react to it. “Oh, you’re right about that.”

The crowd went wild again. Screaming louder than ever before.

“So, I guess,” she started talking, taking the fluffy pink handcuffs from another one of her backup dancers. “Could you maybe keep them for the rest of the show? Just so, I don’t loose them for later.” She winked at him again, starting to laugh when she saw him bury his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

She could barely still hear herself over the screams of the fans.

“Anyway, I’d like to dedicate this next song to my boyfriend, Lando Norris.”

And then the song began, the crowd going crazy and she couldn’t stop smiling. Everyone knew, finally. They knew and she made it official in a way only she could.

Lando Norris

Yep, this is my girlfriend. No more of that Lando Norizz bullshit.

yourusername: babe, what the fuck is that last picture?

yourusername: love you though, i guess

-> LandoNorris: you guess? Didn’t seem like that last night, huh?

-> yourusername: omg, shut up. This isn't a public account concersation.

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[enhani-ki]

hiii! this is my first time requesting but could you write a story with angst where enhypen basically takes you ni-ki’s gf on a trip for work purposes and he was excited to travel with you but ends up calling you clingy for wanting to be around him angst to fluff

like i need you - reader x ni-ki

warnings: very little suggestive, cursing, etc.

the idea of traveling with you, his girlfriend, along with his group members for their overseas schedule made ni-ki really excited.

he had begged you for weeks just to join him, promising it would be fun, promising you'd get to experience what he does, everything, together.

you felt ni-ki's hand held yours, the plane landed and you were really here together now.

a staff member approached the two of you as you stepped into the terminal, they reached for his arm and instructed to exit in a different gate before completely pulling him away.

your fingers slipped from his as he turned to look at you with a conflicted expression.

"go... i'm fine."

tight schedule, everyone moved from one place to another, and ni-ki was always preoccupied.

there's also these endless meetings, rehearsals, and interviews... whenever you tried to be near your boyfriend, it felt like you were being pushed aside.

you really understood that it was busy and you're not about this life, but it also felt like you were losing part of the excitement you had for this trip.

you saw ni-ki walking alone through the hotel lobby after a long day, so you ran and held his hand, and instead of holding too like he usually did, he sighed and pulled away.

"y/n, can you stop being so clingy?"

you froze in place, blinking at him, not sure if you heard him right. y/n? clingy?

"excuse me?"

"so- sorry..." ni-ki ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "i'm just... i want to sleep."

you swallowed hard, nodding slowly before you walked away.

later that night, you wanted to check on your boyfriend. after all, he wasn't being his usual self earlier.

but he wasn't in his room.

you made your way to the next door instead, heesung opened the door and smiled.

"hello uhh... is riki here? he's not in his room."

heesung nodded, stepping aside to reveal ni-ki sleeping peacefully on his bed, hugging his pillow. "want me to wake him up?" he offered.

you quickly waved your hands. "n- no, don't, please."

"but i don't want him here..." he teased, making you chuckle. "just kidding."

you bowed slightly. "i was just checking on him. thank you, heesung."

he smiled, pulling out his phone. "here, i'll let you know once he woke up."

you quietly left after exchanging number.

and ni-ki spent his free time gaming the next day, his focus were sharp until they started losing. he let out a frustrated sigh before glancing over at heesung, only to see him texting someone.

"wha- hyung!" ni-ki groaned, but his hyung barely reacted to their defeat.

"calm down bitch."

just then, a notification popped up on heesung's phone, ni-ki caught a glimpse of your name.

"is that my girlfriend?"

heesung rolled his eyes. "yeah. check it, dumbass."

he grabbed the phone, scrolling through the messages, smiling slightly when he saw that every text was just also about him, asking if he was okay, if he had eaten, if he was sleeping well.

his irritation from losing the game faded. he locked the phone and tossed it back to heesung.

now, watching him from afar, you weren't sure if he even remembered bringing you here.

you stood near the back of the hotel's lounge, watching as ni-ki laughed with the members and staff, smiling so wide.

he's completely in his element and exactly where he wanted to be.

you didn't know if your eyes saw it correctly, but you swore his smile dropped when he saw you.

you glanced around, searching for someone else he could've been looking at, maybe it's not you because he didn't greet you or at least wave at you.

and if that look was because of you, then it felt like your presence had disrupted whatever joy he had in that moment and that hurts more than anything.

you went back to your hotel room, closing the door behind you before frustratedly collapsing onto the bed.

and when heesung texted you that they were done and just hanging out, you waited for hours.

you: are you gonna talk to me?

riki: what's wrong? everything okay there?

you: no, it's not okay. what's wrong with you?

you: you kept asking me to come with you, and you're acting like you don't even know i'm here.

you felt your chest tighten as you typed.

riki: i'm just busy.

you: i know you are, but you're also done already. i just saw you with everyone downstairs. no cameras.

riki: i can't talk to everyone first?

you: you know that's not what i meant.

it took him longer to reply this time.

riki: okay. just let me know if you need something.

fuck this.

you: i wanna go home.

riki: what? you can't.

you: i can.

riki: stop being stubborn.

a knock echoed through your room minutes later, ni-ki opened the door, and walked straight to you.

"y/n," he called out. "you can't just go home anytime you want when you're in a different country."

you ignored him, reaching for the remote to turn on the tv instead. keeping your focus on the screen, pretending he wasn't there.

"you might wanna think about everyone around you."

that made you scoff, think about everyone around me? like that wasn't exactly what you had been doing this entire time.

you gave him space, let him have his fun, not forcing yourself into his world then it would feel like he really didn't even want you here.

ni-ki exhaled sharply, stepping forward before shutting off the tv.

you glared at him. "seriously?"

"did you hear anything i just said?" he asked, he wasn't angry, just annoyed.

you didn't answer. instead, you turned your back on him, pulling the blanket over yourself, holding back all tears threatening to fall.

he's just really right there, trying to reason and argue when you just really miss him.

at least assure me that i'm still being appreciated here...

ni-ki sighed before running a hand through his hair. he should just leave and let you do whatever you want but stopped when he heard a faint sniffle.

he sat on the edge of your bed, unlocking his phone and started scrolling through your messages, the ones you had sent over the past few days.

you've been so patient.

you've been waiting for him, reaching out, and asking if he was okay.

and he had time... so he could've really replied too, he could've come to see you even for a little bit but for some reason, he didn't.

not because he doesn't love you, not because he doesn't care but because he had been so secured, so caught up in enjoying his life as an idol that he forgot you were part of it, too.

ni-ki felt guilty.

he reached over and squeezed your arm through the blanket. "baby…"

now, it's baby.

you didn't respond again. he sighed, wrapping his arms around you despite the blanket being a barrier. "i'm sorry."

"please talk to me."

you shushed him. he let out a sigh again and did the only thing he could think of. he slid under the blanket to hug you.

and ni-ki's usually not one to wake up right away but he was hugging you tightly in his sleep, that's why he also stirred when he felt you moving.

you stood up.

"where are you going?" he said quietly, his voice were still groggy.

he watched as you stripped off your clothes, stepping into the bathtub and sinking into the warm water.

he rubbed his eyes, standing up to follow you, then sat on the edge, watching you quietly before reaching for the shampoo bottle.

he poured some and rubbed it in his hands, gently applying it to your hair slow and careful.

then, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're so pretty."

you didn't respond.

"i'm sorry for calling you clingy," he kissed your forehead again.

"i'm sorry for not replying to your texts," he kissed your cheek.

you finally looked up at him, your lips slightly parted.

"i'm so sorry for making you feel like you're alone." he said before kissing you on the lips.

you sighed, "...are you not excited to be with me anymore?"

his heart ached, you're looking at him like you're scared of his answer.

ni-ki cupped your face, "of course not," he murmured. "i'm always, always excited to be with you."

you bit your lip, eyes glistening as you were about to cry.

"riki... i can't keep up with these..." you sobbed. "i can't relate to you..."

ni-ki knelt down on the floor, wrapping his arms around you. his hands roamed, rubbing your arms, cupping your boobs, just holding you close as he tried to chase away the bad thoughts clouding your mind.

you felt sorry too, thinking about he barely had a moment to himself, let alone to be with you, and he looks so tired too... "riki, sor-"

he chuckled, reaching out to wipe away the tears falling from your eyes. "don't, please." he whispered, "i'll cry too."

you sniffled, rolling your eyes. "no, you won't"

"i will." he grinned, wrapping his arms more gently around your neck, not caring that his shirt was getting wet or that shampoo was dripping onto him. "...i'll force myself."

you let out a small laugh, making him finally breathe in relief.

ni-ki looked at you with a soft smile before pressing a kiss on your temple, "we could go wherever now," he murmured. "let me make it up to you."

a/n: i should've made it more angsty but it's so hard omfg TT hope you like it! also, i realized i fucked up because the request was "wanting to be around" and i think i did it wrong??? SORRY

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[lynnie-s3all]

Could I humbly request two time and elliot smut headcanons.. (separate)

Ah, been a while since people haven't requested me for so long in the submissions... I managed to get my motivation up do finish my homework in time so why not i take a break to write this down for ya :3

Elliot and Two time smut headcanons (separate)

(Secretly trying to figure out how to write smut headcanons better.)

He's a switch, half sub, half dom, but usually prefers to be dominant because he just doesn't like being teased about being a little submissive. (hehe...)

His most favourite kinks are just praising you and him while you two were fucking, not just that, tease him all the way down can make him needy for you too much.

His foreplay is cuddling and kissing, really typical starter if you wanted to get more than just being little bits of intimacy, but honestly the more you two got excited, well... It will happen.

Look, if you're thinking about the pace, I'm taking it from that one shitpost from tiktok about it so he'll probably do it faster, but not rougher. Like he's not that horny, maybe.

Position is spooning with you or cuddlefucking. Especially when you two are both too tired to even get up and fuck than it's a common option for you two to do that position. But if he's not then he'll do the doggy style.

He likes your ass, Yes i said that correctly. He's also the one that would literally slap it when no one is around cause why the hell would he do that in public? You do you if you want to imagine a headcanon about this by your imagination.

Think this guy can get to 3 rounds with you? But I'm pretty much sure he couldn't handle it for too long. He's too needy and submissive. Haha, amiright?? No? Okay.

Yeah if he wants to act submissive, then you had to do your job done for him because oh my god imagine him actually started whining and moan when you're stroking his dick.

The whole point of this was me trying to describe him what it feels like for him to be a dom, but still is a whiny bastard when it comes to you when you're dom.

It's okay, even for a average sex drive, it's a bit easy to make him get turned on, if you're in your room sending him nudes while he was working, he just had to take a bathroom break and let his staff do the job while he was out trying to relieve himself.

Forgot to mention aftercare, he barely cleaned u up after you two finished and then fell asleep right after.

Idk what to add anymore but that's what i can put in.

Hm, don't get me started on them.

They're a freaking dom. THIS IS MY HEADCANON SO PEOPLE CAN DO THEIR OWN OKAY...?

Can i just talk about their kinks real quick? Because it's killing me off the road when i say this by the way.

Trying you up and degrading you. OH YEAH? WHY...

Tying you up makes them turned on fast because on how they tied in compromising positions that doesn't involve making your bones break, and it's only a simple knot, you can get it off pretty easily right?

They actually has a kink for dacryphilia, They love seeing you sob and cry for the most part. And they're not a yandere who draws blood on your skin, it's only for one of the killers, they like it if they rammed you that hard but it's a mix of pain and pleasure.

This fucker can go for 5 rounds at a time and torture you so you can get the whole experience of being overstimulated. Very very... interesting.

They're basically taking control over you. Goodluck for not moving your legs and being paralyzed for days on end.

So the question is... is it easy to get them to be horny? Uh... I say maybe...? But not that horny to the point they made your legs break? You figure it out yourself.

degrading you? Yeah they just... try to say mean things to you while you're helplessly crying and begging them to stop. But don't worry about it, theydid plan out to have a safe word so incase you just need a break, just say the word.

They feel so sorry for you, so don't say they're not guilty for doing it rough because they will just slow down for you if you're too sensitive.

Aftercare, they'll get you anything to make you recover, you'll be fine.

Extra note but they like it if you're blindfolded, it's a better experience for them since you don't even know what they're gonna do to you.

(so, are you proud? or maybe I'm still bad at it? Give a feedback maybe.)

[writingwisterias]

Hellooo

so, we always talk about Leon being a girl’s dad and his daughter being a daddy’s girl and all. Which I totally agree he would be such a girl dad. Now, how about a fic, where reader feels like she doesn’t have that kind of bond with their daughter, and she gets insecure about it, and then there’s a whole comfort scene.

anyway I’ve been think way too much since I can’t sleep shit. Love y’all folks. Stay hydrated, drink smut

HII!

This is such an interesting concept, I was so excited to write this! I wanted to do it properly sorry it's late!

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Leon being the best husband, Fluff, Established relationship Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader

A bond between mother and child could never be broken, that’s what everyone told you after all. At first, it seemed true. Your connection was instant, your love never wavering despite each temper tantrum or sleepiness night she gave you. Leon loved watching the two of you interact; between the soft coos of your voice as you comforted her or her giggles when you played. It was worth it, all the years he had spent fighting, all the months you had both spent trying for this chance. It was all worth the lack of space in his phone gallery as they filled up with candid photos of the two of you. But as all girls did the older she got, turning from baby to toddler she leaned more towards her daddy.

You shouldn’t feel jealous, she was attached to your hip for so long it was his turn to relish the feeling of her love. To create the bond he needed that would shape her entire childhood. Yet, it didn’t stop the waves of jealousy as she ran to him in greeting abandoning whatever she was doing with you. It hurt - no matter how hard you tried to hide it; it never stopped it from feeling true.

Was it you? Did you do something wrong? The questions were never-ending.

Perhaps you were tired today or maybe it was close to the time of the month but you couldn't hide it. Not from Leon. He watched your expression turn sour, feeling guilty as no matter what he tried to do your daughter just wanted to hang out with him. His heart broke as he walked back into the front room at the sight of you on the sofa watching the cartoons with tears in your eyes. You were so selfless to keep this hidden from him, the jealousy that you beat yourself up about. He didn’t care, it was only fair for you to feel this way. After all, you had spent so long creating a bond through nursing and sleepless nights. Caring for her when he wasn’t around because of work. 

Leon sat down next to you wordlessly, his hand coming to rest on your leg that was outstretched on the sofa. He was always good at silent support; forever understanding that if you wanted to talk about it you would eventually. His thumb rubbed soothing motions on your leg, following the curves of your ankles. “Why doesn’t she love me anymore?” You whispered, hating the words instantly as soon as they left your mouth. He took a while to respond, choosing to formulate his words correctly without upsetting you further. “She does. She’s never stopped” He replied. 

He was right, Leon was always right. You knew she never stopped. She always came to you when she hurt herself or needed an extra big snuggle as you watched a film. Needing the safety of your arms instead of Leons. It wasn't like you were completely ignored by her when he was home but it was the little things you missed when he was. “Why does it feel like she does? I don’t mean to feel like this...to be so...jealous but it hurts when she doesn’t want me to say goodnight and tuck her in anymore” 

Leon knew exactly why she was like this when he was home and it was simply for that reason. Due to his job, he was barely here, so the little girl you both loved so deeply wants all her daddy’s attention before he goes again. It hurts for you when he’s home for longer periods like this because it’s a change in routine - not just for her but for you as well.

“It’s only because I’m home love. When I have to leave again she’ll come running back to her mommy” He reasoned. You turned to look at him before sitting up straighter. He smiled as your form tucked into his, hiding away from the world in the crook of his neck. Guilt washed over you at his words, for feeling like this when he’s back. It’s not his fault she’s growing into a Daddy’s girl. If anyone knew how loveable Leon was it’s you. 

“Maybe we can all go out to a little farm tomorrow? We can be like those cringe couples and swing her in between us as we walk” He teased. Your smile was bright as it grew on his features, your chuckle teasing against his neck. You nodded. “Sounds like fun, at least she’ll drag you around to pet all the stinky animals” 

“I suppose that a positive for you then” 

"You can deal with bath time too if she gets all muddy"

Leon laughed, his chuckle vibrating through you as it erupted from his chest. "I see how it is now, You'll get all the cuddles after I'm the mean one that washed her hair" He teased. You never knew how he did it. Comforted you, and ensured that you felt like your feelings were validated despite the situation. You felt bad his connection with her was limited and the fact you grew jealous over the few weeks he got with her compared to every day you got. In the grand scheme of things you both loved her with your heart in very different ways and she needed both of you to be happy.

[ador3sturniolo]

Jealous

An - Oh my gosh this man is so fine!! I know he’s not a sturniolo triplet but i just can’t get over him so i wanted to write something for him. Enjoy my loves! Also this is my first time writing smut so sorry if it’s bad 🫣

MDI 18+

Paring - Massimo X FemReader

Summary - Massimo gets jealous

Warnings - Smut, Tension??

Requested - No

It was a quiet evening in the city, the kind where the world felt like it was moving in slow motion, wrapped in the comfort of soft lights and murmured voices. The venue was upscale, a modern restaurant tucked away on the outskirts of town, frequented by those who sought luxury and privacy.

You were seated at a table near the back, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses fading into the background as you sipped on your drink. The man across from you was charming, well-dressed, and made a point of keeping you engaged with interesting stories and laughter. You’d met him earlier in the evening at the bar, where the conversation had been light and easy, and you had enjoyed the company. But there was something about him that felt fleeting, like a momentary distraction, not something that could hold your attention for long.

Still, you couldn’t deny the conversation was pleasant, and as he leaned in a little closer, his voice lowered with a flirty undertone, you felt a tug of curiosity. His proximity was too intimate, the air between you too thick, but before you could take another sip of your drink, a sudden, sharp voice broke through.

“Is everything alright here?”

You turned in surprise. Standing at the edge of your table, his frame towering above, was Massimo. His eyes locked onto yours, a mix of curiosity and something else flickering beneath the surface—something darker. A storm was brewing behind his calm expression.

You felt your pulse spike at the sight of him. Massimo. The man who always seemed to command a room without even trying. His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore.

The man across from you stood up politely, offering Massimo a handshake, though there was a noticeable tension in the air as they exchanged looks. “Everything’s fine,” you said quickly, hoping to diffuse whatever tension had already begun to brew. But Massimo didn’t take his eyes off you—not even for a second.

“I see,” Massimo replied, his voice low, a hint of coldness in it that hadn’t been there before. “I didn’t realize you had company tonight.”

You couldn’t tell if it was the sharpness of his tone or the subtle flicker of something possessive in his eyes, but something shifted. The man across from you noticed it too, his smile faltering as he glanced back and forth between the two of you.

“Actually, I should be going,” the man said, his voice faltering slightly. “It was nice meeting you.” He gave you a polite nod, his eyes lingering just long enough to register the tension in the air before quickly walking away.

You watched him go, a feeling of unease creeping into your chest. You had been enjoying the evening, but now, under Massimo’s gaze, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn’t sit down immediately, instead hovering next to your table, his arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched tightly. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words.

“I didn’t expect to see you with him,” Massimo said, his voice so controlled it barely masked the tension. “I thought you and I had an understanding.”

You blinked, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. “Massimo, it’s nothing,” you began, trying to explain, but his expression didn’t soften. If anything, it became even more intense.

“It’s not nothing,” he muttered, his gaze narrowing, focusing on the empty seat where your date had just been. “You were laughing with him. Leaning in close.” His jaw tightened as he stepped closer to you, the space between you shrinking. “You never laugh with me like that.”

You felt your heart race, a mix of excitement and something else—something raw and unspoken—beginning to take hold. He was jealous. Massimo Torricelli, the man who always seemed so in control, was visibly upset by the thought of you with someone else. It was both thrilling and intimidating.

“Massimo, I was just talking,” you said softly, hoping to ease his mind, but the look in his eyes told you that wasn’t enough.

“Talking?” he repeated, his voice lowering. “I don’t think you understand. You’re mine, cara,” he said, his words deliberate, like a warning wrapped in something more dangerous. “And I don’t share what’s mine.”

A small chill ran down your spine at the possessiveness in his tone. His eyes darkened as they focused on yours, and you felt an undeniable pull—like a magnetic force drawing you toward him.

“I don’t want you talking to him,” Massimo added, his voice quiet but full of command. “I don’t want anyone else thinking they can have you, not like that.”

You swallowed, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. “You’re being unreasonable,” you said, though there was a hint of challenge in your voice, knowing it would only make him more determined.

Massimo’s lips quirked into a small, dangerous smile. “Maybe,” he said softly, leaning in closer. His breath was warm against your ear as he added, “But I don’t like seeing what’s mine slipping away.”

Before you could respond, he was standing in front of you, his large hand cupping your chin gently, tilting your face up to meet his intense gaze. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, making your pulse spike. “You’ll have to make it up to me, cara,” he murmured, his voice suddenly quiet, almost possessive in a way that made your heart race.

His words felt like a promise, a quiet but undeniable claim over you. Your mind was spinning, torn between the electric tension in the air and your desire to test the boundaries of his jealousy. And as his thumb brushed over your lip again, you felt your resistance begin to crumble.

Massimo’s jealousy was no longer just a reaction—it was a desire. One that would burn between the two of you for as long as you allowed it to. And tonight, it seemed you weren’t going to stop it.

With one final look, Massimo leaned down, pressing his lips against your ear, his voice hushed but full of intent: “Come with me.”

Massimo drove you back to his apartment, rushing inside and locking the door

As the door to Massimo's apartment closed behind you, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The hustle and bustle of the city outside faded away, leaving only the intoxicating energy between you two. Massimo's gaze locked onto yours, filled with a mix of desire and protectiveness that sent a thrill through your body.

He approached you slowly, each step deliberate, as if savoring the moment. When he reached you, he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. The warmth of his palms ignited a fire within you, and you could see the raw hunger in his eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice low and filled with urgency.

You nodded, your heart racing as you took a step closer, feeling the heat radiating from him. “I want you, Massimo. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

With a growl of desire, he crushed his lips against yours, the kiss deep and possessive. His hands found your waist, pulling you close as he deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing your lips before exploring the depths of your mouth. You melted against him, feeling his strong body press against yours, every touch igniting a wave of sensation.

Massimo’s kiss consumed you—demanding and intense, leaving no room for thought. The moment his lips met yours, everything else faded. The world outside the study ceased to exist. It was just him and you. His hand slid from your jaw to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, his grip tightening as if he were afraid you might slip away. You had never felt anything like this before—his possessiveness, his need for control, all wrapped in a kiss that made your head spin.

You let out a soft gasp when his lips left yours, only to feel his breath on your skin as his mouth moved to your neck. He kissed you there—slow, deliberate, each press of his lips a claim, each touch sending heat rushing through you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until you could feel the solid strength of his body against yours. The tension between you both was palpable, thick and electric.

Massimo’s lips finally parted from your skin, but his gaze never left yours. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, an unreadable emotion swirling within them. “You’re mine,” he murmured, voice husky with a mix of desire and dominance. “I don’t share, cara. Not with anyone. Not ever.”

His words echoed in the room, the weight of them sinking into your chest. Part of you felt the heat of excitement at his possessiveness, the way he staked his claim on you so boldly. But another part of you felt a rush of adrenaline, like you were walking a fine line between pleasure and danger.

“Massimo…” you breathed, your voice trembling. You weren’t sure if it was from fear or anticipation. “You don’t need to be jealous.”

He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t I?” His hand moved to your waist again, his fingers pressing against the fabric of your dress, pushing it up just slightly. The move was casual, yet the intent was clear—he wanted you, wanted to feel you beneath him. “I don’t like seeing you with another man,” he said, voice dropping to a dangerous level. “It doesn’t sit right with me.”

The words sent a flutter of heat to your core, and despite yourself, you felt your body respond to him. He was so sure of himself, so completely in control. There was no question in his mind about what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.

He took a step back, his eyes never leaving you as if he were studying your every move. “Take off your dress.”

The command hit you like a shock, and for a moment, your mind raced, questioning what you were about to do. But there was no time for hesitation—Massimo was not a man who waited for permission. He had a way of making things happen, and in that moment, you realized that you were going to let him.

Your fingers trembled as you reached behind you to unzip the dress, the fabric sliding off your shoulders and pooling at your feet. The air was cool against your exposed skin, but the heat between you and Massimo was enough to burn. You looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, and the way he stared at you made your breath catch in your throat.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice softer now, but still full of raw, possessive heat. He stepped forward again, his hands skimming your sides, tracing the curve of your waist, before moving up to cup your breasts, his touch almost reverent. “I’ve never wanted anyone more than I want you right now.”

You gasped at the intensity of his touch, your body arching into his hands, instinctively seeking more. Massimo’s lips met yours again, but this time, it was different. It was slower, more deliberate. He kissed you like he was savoring you, taking his time, feeling you, exploring every inch of your mouth as though it was a treasure he had found.

As the kiss deepened, his hands wandered lower, slipping under the waistband of your panties. The touch was gentle at first, almost teasing, but when he felt you shiver beneath him, he became more insistent.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against your lips, his breath warm and inviting.

You met his gaze, desire swirling within you. “I want you, Massimo. I want all of you.”

With that, he captured your lips again, his hands working swiftly to remove the last barriers between you.

Massimo took his time, trailing kisses down your body, worshiping every inch of you as he moved lower. You could feel his lips teasing along your thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you. The sensation was intoxicating, and you could hardly contain your moans as he explored you with a fervor that made your head spin.

When his mouth finally found you, it was overwhelming. He moved with an expert touch, eliciting gasps and moans as he worked you closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck ignited a fire deep within you, and you felt yourself spiraling into pleasure.

“Massimo,” you cried out, your hands tangling in his hair as you pushed your hips against him, craving more.

He looked up at you, the intensity in his eyes only fueling your desire. “That’s it, baby. Let go,” he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

With each passing moment, you felt yourself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. And when you finally let go, it was like a wave crashing over you, pulling you under in a tide of ecstasy.

Massimo didn’t stop; he continued to tease and coax you through your release, prolonging the pleasure until you were breathless and trembling beneath him.

Once you came down from your high, he moved back up your body, his lips finding yours once more. The kiss was deep and filled with the promise of more. You could feel the heat radiating from him, and you knew he was just as affected by the intimacy you shared.

“Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he positioned himself above you.

With a mix of eagerness and urgency, he entered you, filling you completely. The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as he moved slowly at first, savoring every moment.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned, his voice low and filled with need.

You wrapped your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, to lose himself in the moment. The rhythm between you built, each thrust sending you higher, the world outside fading away until it was just the two of you, lost in the heat of passion.

As the intensity grew, so did the connection between you. With each movement, you felt your bodies melting together, the intimacy binding you in ways you never thought possible. The sounds of the city outside were drowned out by the symphony of your breaths, the whispers of your names, and the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure washed over you both, you reached your peak together, a crescendo of ecstasy that left you breathless and entwined, hearts racing in unison.

In the aftermath, you lay wrapped in each other's arms, the intimacy of the moment lingering in the air. You could feel the warmth of Massimo's body against yours, the steady beat of his heart a comforting reminder of the bond you had forged.

“Always,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re mine, and I’m yours.”

And in that moment, everything felt right.

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AN- Hey! I wanted to try a new style of writing for this one so that what i did! I hope you guys like it!!! ☺️

[skeletonapricationday]

Collaboration

Dead dove do not eat

I do not condone any of these actions and neither should you. This is purely fantasy. Do not forget that.

Warnings: blood kink, choking (gone a little far), bondage bench, face fucking, knotted genitals (fox pp), dark web streaming, recorded sex, and too many more to count.

Minors dni

You move around your messy warehouse excitedly and nervously. All the cameras placed perfectly, even a few mics placed caustiously as to not be in view. You walk over to your computer screens, their bright lights the only lights in the room. They shine on your face as you slip the mask on. Securing it tight. The familiar feeling of power surging through you.

1...2...3...Action!

"Hey my little degenerates! Cobra here today with a very exciting stream." You see the chats and views roll in quickly. The followers you've gained over the years quick to join.

'A new exciting stream! We've missed you Cobra' one writes. 'I've been so lonely without my favorite whore.' Another chimes in. All types of messages on your screens.

"Awee you've missed me. That's so cute." You say, your lips curling into a foul smile. The mask covered the top half of your face, leaving your plump round mouth as the only thing in view. "I missed yall too, but you won't regret why I've been gone for so long...today we have a very exciting guest. Can yall guess who it is?" You ask sickly sweet.

'A guest? Is it a new toy?' A chatter asks. 'No, she never introduces her toys this way.' Another correctly assumes. 'Could it be another streamer?'

"Oh my. You've gone from cold to burning hot chat. You're close~" You purr. Waiting for them to catch on. "C'mon yall begged for this. You should know!" You say fake pouting. Setting up a silent hype for your viewers.

Suddenly the door opens behind you, setting your nerves ablaze. You've never met him before, but you've seen his streams. Always quick to jump in and even tip him. You look over as he stands out of the cameras view, slowly putting on his mask. He's so quick you didn't get to see his face. "Guys! Your surprise is here." You giggle standing. Walking over to him, flaunting your hips as you walk for the camera.

The man barks out a laugh. "My, you seem more excited than your chat." He says in that usual mechanical tone you've come to love.

"Can't help it, I'm also a fan yknow." You giggle nervously.

You can hear the chat going wild. Some already catching on from his voice alone, and others left in utter confusion. You toy with the stockings on your lingire nervously. Wondering what to say or do, but you quickly go back to being professional.

He walks slowly into the frame, walking straight up to a camera. "Hey chat- did you miss me too?" He asks expertly, his reveal making the fans go nuts.

'No way! Cobra did it!' 'I wanna be her, I've always wanted to meet Fox.' 'Shut up and just enjoy this!' The chat goes wild, sending in tips before the show even starts.

You walk over and playfully grab Fox's arm, pulling it close to your barely clothed chest. "Isn't this just exciting! Who knew you'd ever respond to little ol' me." You tease, looking into his cold eyes.

"I'm not dumb enough to reject such an offer! I'm sure plenty would kill to be in my place." He teases back, quick on his feet. "Though I'm sorry for the time crunch, I wish we could've met behind the scenes first." He says earnestly, like he's also excited for this show.

"It's no problem. We're both busy people." You purr out like honey. Voice more animalistic than the fox being in front of you. Excited merely at the thought of this shoot.

He wrenches his arm out of your grasp, grabbing your waist with it. His sharp nails caressing your bare side. "I hate making pretty woman wait, especially when they're famous. Should we get to it?" He asks, then looks back the screen. Fans biting their nails eagerly for this.

This was it. You're a famous gore streamer yourself, frequently buying from Fox's underground trade. Breaking toy after toy. You even did a few streams of just yourself, a nice toy, and a knife, those seem to be the fans favorites. They want to see you in a reversed position. Used the same way you use others. You're pulled out of your thoughts by a harsh grip.

His nails now digging into your side, small spots of blood pouring down from the small puncture wounds. You hiss and groan, receiving a small chuckle in return. "Now now- we haven't even started. Can't have you zoning out...yet." He says, a dark looming foreshadow. You blush under your mask and look at him.

"Sorry I'm a tad nervous. I'm not exactly used to handing over my reigns." You say like an announcer, trying to keep the act up for the fans. He simply looks humored as he pulls his hand away. When he does you quickly show off to the camera the small cresant shaped injuries. Nothing major, not even worse than what you've done to yourself. Simply telling of what's to come.

"So I've brought something special, since I'm being gifted such a special toy." He purrs, walking over and opening a suitcase. Inside is a choke chain you've seen on stream before. "Don't worry doll, that's just the beginning." He hums out. Pulling out the chain and placing it aside. Underneath is a peculiar looking stick. You don't know what it is until he pulls it out, it's a cane. Long, hard, and sturdy. The perfect tool to get yelps out of someone. You gulp nervously, unsure of this, but also entirely sure.

He walks over and grabs your bandage bench, setting it up to fit you. Hooking the choke chain into the ceiling above it. If he wasn't wearing a mask you could swear he was smirking. "Do you understand the plan now doll?" He asks darkly with a honeyed undertone. You nod slowly and understanding. Seeing that the play has already begun.

You look at the camera and pretend to fan your face. "Geez chat it feels like it's already gotten hot in here!" You beam. Feeling Fox come behind you, running his hands up and down your sides.

"I think it's just you." He says into your ear, gripping onto your breast in front of the camera. Pushing them together for the viewers pleasure before teasing your nipples through the lace. Getting a small moan from you. "Afterall, what a cute little outfit. Is this all for me?" He barks out curiously, running his hands down to your thighs. Wiggling and playing with them like a cat.

"Of course it's for you silly. Gotta put on my best wear right?" You respond right back, trying to keep your confidence.

He whispers low into your ear, so quiet the microphones can't pick it up. He's speaking just for you. "Perfect darling. Perfect. Because I'm going to destroy you." He then looks at the camera and crinkles his eyes innocently. He grabs your throat, squeezing lightly.

You gasp as your airflow is weakened, not completely restricted. "Now where do we start with a little inexperienced thing like you?" He quips to the camera. Reading off chat requests till one catches his eye.

'Just strip her already and put her in that chair. I wanna see a Dom squeal.' He laughs at the chatter. Turning your head so you can see the message too. "You hear that doll? Your cute little fans wanna see you turned into a mess. Normally we'd do some kind of light play before getting into the meat of the show but...I can see you're too tantalizing for that." His grip on your throat tightens. Completely cutting off your ability to breathe.

You struggle a bit, surprised by his harsh grip. He only lets out a huff through his nose and squeezes tighter. Causing you to feel a small ring like bruise form on your precious skin. He lets go.

You fall to the floors coughing, holding the concrete floor as a life line. He picks up a camera and zooms it in on your face. "We've only just started and she's already sputtering. Are you sure you aren't just a bottom in disguise?' He asks curiously, running his boot up your thigh, pressing painfully into it.

"Nope, I'm a switch, Fox. Never claimed to be a dom." You giggle out cockily. Looking through the holes of your mask defiantly. Rubbing your throat to ease the pain of the mark, feeling wetness pool at your thighs. His harsh and unloving gaze already turning you on.

"Doesn't mean anything if you're still pathetic." He says, barking out another laugh. Taking his boot off your thigh he notions towards the bdsm bench. Telling you to get ready to be strapped in.

You slowly stand and walk to it. The bandage bench forcing you into a downward dog position. He straps you in carefully, till you can only move your head back and forth, and mildly rock your hips. "You look better positioned like the bitch you are." He says looking down at you. Putting the choke chain around your neck, forcing you to keep your head up. One wrong move and the nails would pierce through your throat, rendering you dead.

"I'm not a dog." You say in a bratty tone. Smirking at him like 'what are you gonna do about it.'

"Sure you are." He smiles, running a cold gloved hand down your back all the way to your ass. Goosebumps forming whereever he touches. He quickly brings a hand down to your ass causing you to yelp. "See? You just barked." He giggles out. Entertained by your shattering ego.

"I don't bark, I moan get it right." You huff in response, rolling your eyes. He can't see it since he's behind you, but you're sure he catches it in one of the several viewfinders. Your kinky play broadcasted to thousands. It makes you grow wetter at the thought, and distracts you enough for Fox to surprise you

A sudden blinding pain vibrates through your body. Starting at your ass and zapping all the way up your spine. You whimper when it subsides. "What is-?" You shout confused.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten? I even showed you." He purrs behind you. Rubbing over the mark on your ass, soothing it with his cold palm. "That's one."

"On-one?" You stutter. Keeping your head painfully up despite the urge to hang your head in pain. "How many are you gonna do Fox." Suddently you scream in pain again.

"Wrong." He states coldly. "Whats my name?" He asks.

You bite your bottom lip in thought but come up blank."Fox-its Fox- AAA." Another slap of the cane.

"Fox is only when you're human." He coos. "And right now you're a toy. What do toys say?" He hums, tapping his nails on your back expectantly.

"Daddy..." You hush out quietly.

"Say it proudly or you've earned another." He grabs the back of your hair, forcing your head even further upward. "Say it, slut."

"Daddy!" You shout, tears pricking your eyes under your mask. You hear a laugh behind you and he lets your head go. Leaving you to hold yourself up.

"Good girl!" He says proudly, a lustful tone underneath. "See it wasn't that hard...but I am." He jokes to the camera. Looking right into the lens like a famous actor.

"You're hard?" You ask excitedly. Your ego lighting aflame in your chest. You made Fox hard. You've won. You did it.

"You don't believe me?" He says with a fake pout. Rubbing his cock against your ass. "Do you believe me now?" He says, rutting his hips a tad, groaning at the clothed contact.

"Yes daddy." You purr. Feeling it twitch in his pants, his tip probably already soaking wet just like you. "I'm wet~" You respond.

You yelp when the cane comes back down on you, this time hitting your thigh. It's difficult to keep your head up on your own through the fire but you manage. "I don't need a naughty girl stating the obvious. Do I?" He ask retortically, not looking for a real answer. He's looking for submission.

"No daddy. You don't." You whine, biting your bottom lip.

"Behave and you'll get rewarded, so will your fans." He hums, a smile in his voice. He walks in front of you and removes the choke chain. Letting you finally hang your head limply, giving your neck a rest. He tsks his tongue "No, no baby. That isn't why I freed you. You got a show to put on!" He says micheviously, like he's reprimanding a toddler.

"What do I do daddy?" You say trying to convince yourself to look up, no matter how limp you felt.

You hear the pop of buttons and that gets your attention. Looking up at him through blurry eyes, blinking rapidly. "So that catches your attention huh?" He teases. He rubs his claw against your bottom lip, smearing your blood from earlier on it. "Open. Do a good job and you won't get the cane for the rest of the night."

'That's right, treat her like the whore she is!' 'This is the best show yet!' 'I'm so glad I paid for this.' Echos of chats and tips come in, but they simply bounce off your blurry mind.

You open your lips slowly, feeling his knotted tip entering your mouth. Jaw being stretched impossibly wide. You hiss at the angle but open your mouth further, allowing him to push in the rest. "Remember, no teeth doll. I feel a single tooth and I'll pull them out of your skull." He beams cheerily. Throwing his head back with a groan as he slides in and out of your wet tight mouth. "It's like you were made for this." He says with a smirk in his wavering tone. His voice gravely, but his groans higher pitched.

You can't properly respond so you hum around him. Sending pleasurable vibrations through his dick. "Oh yea that's it doll. Fuck." He curses and looks back down at you. Making direct eye contact through your mask.

You whine around him, feeling your throat painfully restrict on every thrust. His tail swishing from side to side behind him, betraying his cold gaze and revealing his excitement. You move your tongue around rapidly, hoping it'll make him cum. Wanting nothing more than to feel his salty seed pour down your throat. He starts to thrust faster. Holding you by your hair to angle himself better. "That's it. Take it. Fucking take it." He repeats his words as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. The veins pulsing more and more, tipping you off that he'll cum soon. You suck harder, desperate. "I'm going cum- that's it. Imma' pour my cum right down your throat. You want that baby?" He urges. Almost like you could say yes. You can't speak so you hum again and that sends him over the edge. Cum painting the inside of your neck. The thick liquid clinging to the walls, almost gagging you. He pulls out slowly with a relieved sigh. You cough and sputter, drool and a little bit of cum leaking down your chin.

"My, my don't you just look pretty. Let's see how wet you've become huh?" You look at him blushed, not wanting him to see the mess you've made. He walks behind you and laughs, gently slapping the side of your ass. "Wow, you really enjoyed that didn't you. Do you often dream of being a cocksleeve?"

You think of lying, but his cold sharp gaze can be felt behind you. You decide against it, clearing your throat. "Yes daddy. I do." He barks out another laugh.

"I made her suck me so hard I made her an honest woman." He teases cockily. Proud of everything. He rubs a hand against your still clothed folds. Collecting slick even through the fabric. You hear lick and slurping behind you, he was cleaning it off his hand. He was tasting you, and he moaned while doing it. "Geez, wish we could bottle this taste."

"That wouldn't sell well daddy." You joke back, he chuckles.

"On the contrary, I think it would be top teir on the sales chart." He giggle and rips your panties in half. Leaving your aching hole in the open, the cold air making you clench around nothing. "I don't even wanna bother preparing you, I mean you're already so wet. What's the point."

"You can just enter daddy...please." You whine, rocking your hips purposefully. Begging to finally get your rocks off after all this pain.

"Whatever you say, don't complain if it's a tight fit." He says proudly, stroking his own ego.

You feel the tip of his cock slip through your folds, teasing and collecting wetness. He even slaps the tip against your clit a few times, earning hefty short moans from your lips. "Daddy please!" You shout and as soon as you do he enters. Painfully stretching you open, filling up your aching cunt all too quickly. You cry and sob out a moan. A mixture of pain and pleasure as his hips meet your abused ass. His balls slapping against your clit.

"This is one tight cunt." He growls approvingly, like he was rating it. Slowly slipping in and out again. Actually giving you a few thrusts to adjust. You moan out babbles of thank you and daddy. "Oh baby I'm not gonna be nice, it just feels like I'm going to break in half. You got one beast of a pussy baby." He chuckles out.

He starts slamming back into you at an impossible speed, each thrust earning a yelp and moan. You whine as his tip kisses your cervix with each aching movement. Your thighs already shaking like you're going to cum. "Not so soon~" He purrs between his own moan. "Daddy has gotta get close first." He says cockily. Leaning down and sniffing your neck. "God you smell so fucking arousing!"

You moan and press your hips back against him, begging nonverbally for more. "Daddy please m' needa cum. Gotta cum daddy please-" You pant out. Bucking and trashing in the bondage bench desperately. More drool dripping down your already coated jaw. Each inahle you can taste his cum again, it only heightens your senses. "Daddy-daddy!" You shout.

"Just a little longer baby mm." He responses softly despite his animalistic pace. "You're gonna take it, and take it, and take it till I tell you otherwise." He punctuates every word with a sharp thrust. Fucking you deep and fast, not even pulling out completely. Every slap of his balls on your clit causing you to scream, tears falling down your face.

" 'mma cum 'mma cum I can't I can't-" You sob out, your cunt clenching impossibly tight around him. You hear a deep gravely sound pull out of him. He leans down into your shoulder and you hear his mask unclip. He bites harshly into your shoulder, blood dripping down onto the floor in front of you. You scream loudly, clenching again. He licks and laps at the wound, hiding his face from the public in your skin.

"Look into the fucking camera when you cum." You hear him put his mask back on. A strong hand gripping the base of your jaw, forcing you to look up. "Cum slut, now." He hisses between clenched teeth.

You do, the whole world turning white. Your walls spasming like crazy on his dick. Squirting onto the floor, his pants, and cock. Clear liquid streaming out of you. The world feels blurry and unreal as all the pleasure hits you. You don't even know if you're moaning, maybe you're talking but you don't know. It all feels too good, it's feels too too good.

"That's it. That's fucking it doll. Cum on daddy." He growls. Shooting hot ropes of seed inside you, burying himself in your cunt. Each pulse is another round of cum slipping out of him and into you. If you weren't on the pill you'd be pregnant for sure. "God I could fucking breed you. Whore." He hisses as he pulls out. Cum dripping down your abused folds.

You chuckle cockdrunk, drool leaking out of your mouth uncontrollably. "Hehe daddy~" You purr.

The lights of all the cameras shut off as you see the room grow darker. He had ended the stream. You're unhooked from the bench and fall right into his arms. He pulls your mask off and his too, bringing you in and kissing you deep. Your blood on his tongue and the taste of his cum of yours. It was like lightning.

"Let's see how good you preform off stream." You hear the dark voice as you fade out of consciousness. Passing out.

[milunalupin]

nicole, my darling! 💖 could i request for a christmas fic? remus x reader, and a snowball fight <33 love you!

— here comes the sun

remus lupin x reader ★ 853 words

a/n : thank you my darling san for this adorable request ! i'm in such a winter mood so i had fun writing this 🤎

You sat by the fire in the burgundy common room, fuzzy socks just barely poking into your boyfriend's matching ones. Your homework spread out in front of you, but your attention was hardly on your essays. The crackle of the flames and the muffled sounds of laughter from outside the window kept distracting you.

Sirius had been the first to suggest a snowball fight when he poked his head in from the window, his hair spiked with snowflakes.

“We’re wasting perfectly good snow out there,” he said with that ever-present grin. “We need to do something about it.”

James immediately agreed. “Snowball fight! Lads, Y/N, you in?"

Peter agreed with a slam of his Divination textbook, mumbling something about not being able to read the sticks correctly. Remus poked your ankle with his foot, silently asking if you want to go with raised eyebrows.

You glanced up from your homework, a little hesitant at first. It had been a long week of studying, and you’d just managed to finish your Potions essay. But the thought of spending the afternoon cooped up indoors while the snow outside continued to fall seemed far less appealing.

“I’m in,” you said with a grin, closing your book and standing up. “But don’t expect me to go easy on you boys.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

The moment you stepped outside, the frigid air hit your face, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself. Snowflakes danced around you, and the sound of your friends’ laughter echoed through the otherwise silent grounds.

James and Peter immediately took their positions behind a thick pile of snow near the tree line, with your boyfriend settling behind a tree. You and Sirius hid behind nearby bushes, surveying the snowy battlefield. The first snowballs already started flying, and soon, you were caught up in the chaos.

“Incoming!” Sirius shouted, hurling a snowball at James, who ducked just in time. “Prongs! It's not fun when you dodge them!”

You laughed and joined the fun, flinging snowballs at anyone you could spot. You managed to score a few hits on Peter and Remus, who were surprisingly agile, but you were having a blast.

However, as the battle continued, you started to notice the cold creeping into your fingers. You had been so eager to get out there that you hadn’t even thought about putting on gloves. Now, with your hands turning red from the chill, it was becoming harder to form snowballs. You tried to shake it off, but your fingers were stiff, and you couldn’t ignore the discomfort anymore.

From across the battlefield, Remus’s eyes caught yours, his sharp gaze softening when he noticed you shivering. Without a word, he darted toward you, ducking behind a nearby snowbank to avoid being hit by a stray snowball.

“Darling," he called, his voice low but full of concern. He reached you in moments, his breath visible in the cold air. “You okay?”

You gave him a sheepish smile, trying to play it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit cold. I’ll be alright.”

Remus raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You didn’t wear gloves, did you?”

You shrugged. “I wasn’t thinking about it. I was too excited to get out here.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’ll freeze out here if you’re not careful.”

Without waiting for a response, Remus gently took your hands in his. His touch was warm, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he muttered a warming charm under his breath. A soft golden glow surrounded your hands, and the warmth spread up your arms, melting away the cold.

“Better?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way he was looking at you. Concerned, but soft, as always. “Much better. Thank you.”

“No problem,” Remus said, his lips curling into a small smile. “Just promise me you’ll remember next time.”

“I promise,” you replied, though the way he was holding your hands made you feel warm in more ways than one. He gave your hands a gentle squeeze before letting go, though the touch lingered.

“Alright, back to the fight,” he said, giving you a teasing look. “We can’t let the other boys win.”

You laughed and grabbed a handful of snow, determined to keep up the battle. The moment you threw the next snowball at Sirius, he let out an exaggerated “Woah!” as it hit him square in the chest.

“Got you!” you called out, laughing.

“No fair, you and Moony can't team, you're cheating!" he shouted across the lawn, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Not cheating,” Remus said, grinning as he rejoined the battle, “just being a good boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but a warm smile spread across your face as you joined in again. The game was far from over, but now, with the warmth from Remus’s charm still lingering in your fingers and the steady thump of your heart whenever he glanced your way, you felt content.

[kayentokk]

Could you write about aizawa having a younger sister or daughter in his class (or 1-B) and have some sort of angst to/or fluff with them? Thank youu <333

A/N;I have no excuses 😔 I’m so sorry this took me forever 😭. I really love the idea of an older brother Aizawa!! Dad too ofccc so maybe I’ll do a dad version of this later! I did it in like a headcannon style for part of this so hope ya don’t mind. Thank you for this request anon, and I hope you enjoy! 💕

Pairing; (platonic)Brother!Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Contains;age gap between reader and Aizawa is at least 10 years, platonic brother Aizawa, protective Aizawa, angst to fluff, sibling bond, pick your own quirk,

Wc; 1,134

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you used to be super close with growing up. He was your best friend and super caring towards you. But after U.A and becoming a hero he changed.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who became more distant and closed off, despite being the only parental figure in your life. You mom and dad were there, but not there. He was the one who fed you and taught you important core values, he was the one who loved you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who, in your hopes of getting back close with, you beg to move in with. And promise to be on your best behavior and not bother him at all.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who gives in and moves you in with him.

Older-Brother!Aizawa Who is not as excited as you thought he’d be to know you made it into U.A High. He swallows thickly almost as if holding himself back and then he just gives you a non-enthusiastic ‘good job.’ Maybe it wasn’t good enough for him…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who barely even smiles when you tell him you made it into class 1-A. You were so excited, your brother, the person you admire most was going to be your teacher! But with his reaction, maybe he didn’t want you in his class….

Older-Brother!Aizawa who marks you off on the littlest things and is constantly correcting you. You thought you executed your strategy correctly, you had successfully eliminated the practice robot thingy with minimal damage to yourself and your surroundings. But according to your brother, you had been ‘extremely reckless and over confident.’ You just wanted to show him you could do it, maybe you couldn’t…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who used to be close to you and despite growing apart you never allowed yourself to believe he hated you. Maybe you should have…

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you overhear having a heated conversation with principal Nezu about expelling you.

“Shota, let’s be more reasonable about this-“

“No, you have to, I can’t stand-“

Older-Brother!Aizawa who hates you. You’re absolutely sure of it now. You stand right outside the door absolutely choked up, not even wanting to listen to his explanation about how he can’t stand you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who hears a choked sob come from outside. He turns towards the noise to see your teary eyes through the slight crack of the mahogany door right before you run away embarrassed. Your own brother didn’t think you were good enough.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who is internally panicking. Why were you crying outside the door? Did you overhear? What did you hear? How much did you hear? Why were you even there? More importantly, where the hell were you running to?

Older-Brother!Aizawa who can’t wallow in questions and self-pity. He has to find you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who is searching the whole city for you. He’s looked everywhere. Your favorite cafe, all the way across town, that he secretly goes to every morning to get your tea, the library that you always go to when you’re frustrated and need some much needed relaxation, the gym in case you wanted to blow off some steam. Everywhere, he has searched everywhere.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who, even though has been searching for at least 2 hours in the rain, is not giving up on finding you.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who wanders into a convenience store to buy your favorite snacks for when he finds you, knowing you’ll be hungry since you left right before lunch.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who’s never been more happy to see you at the register digging in your pockets to find some change to buy…onigiri, his favorite?

Older-Brother!Aizawa who comes behind you and gently sets the money on the counter.

Older-Brother!Aizawa who you don’t even have to look at to notice the familiar scent and gruff gentleness of.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who, having been relived to find you, realized you might not be so relieved to see him. Especially when you try to make a bolt for the door.

“Stop,” he says grabbing your arm, “please. Stop.”

The trek back to your shared apartment was silent. You should’ve just ran, you thought to yourself. It would’ve been a lot easier than this awkward silence that fills the kitchen now.

You get up to walk away and he speaks, “I don’t know what to say.”

You simply turn and stare, blinking, almost blankly into space.

“Im not sure what you heard- or what you think you may have heard. But I assure you-“

“What? That you don’t want me expelled?”

“It’s not like that Y/n-“ he tries to explain.

“So how is it then Shota?” You say, quite frankly tired of this whole ordeal.

“I-“ his voice falters for a moment, and you make a ‘tch’ before trying to continue your exit. Then, a voice so quiet, you wouldn’t have even heard it if not for the silence of the kitchen, says, “I love you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach and shatters into a million pieces, it’s been so long since you’ve heard him utter those words. But you’re so confused, what does that have to do with him wanting you expelled?

“Wh-what?”

“I love you Y/n. You’re my sister, and I don’t want you going down the same path I did.”

“You’re a great hero Shota, what do you mean-“

“I mean, I don’t want you to go through your life endlessly saving people and running yourself out. It’s tiring, Y/n, taxing. I want you to have fun and actually be a child, instead of worrying about everyone else’s safety.”

You sigh and move closer to him, “why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I don’t know y/n-“ he says running a hand through his hair exhaustedly, “I guess I wanted to be the older brother you always looked up to. I wanted to be strong for you.” As he says it he laughs, it’s a ridiculous thing to say but it’s how he feels.

“Shota, you know I never meant-“

“I know, but I still felt that way.”

“You never have to prove yourself to me, you could have the most boring office job and I’d still look up to you. You’re my older brother,” you said with a matter of fact tone and a shrug.

Those words did so much for him, and before you could even blink he had wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“Thank you,” he said burying his face into your shoulder.

Of course you guys would talk more later but right now what you both needed was comfort, more importantly, comfort in each other. You plan to work on your relationship once more, especially since you knew it wasn’t because he hated you now, and more importantly you were going to heal.

Older-Brother!Aizawa, who’s trying.

@/cafekitsune for the divider

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

kufunua (furahi, furahi)

cw. f!reader, soulmate au (timer), yandere themes, obsessive behaviors, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance

pairing. yan!tartaglia x reader

synopsis. when you make a promise, you have to keep it. for the 11th fatui harbinger, this one is the most precious promise of all.

notes. apparently it wasn't enough for me to write one fic for @mieiri's reach mine. collab, i have to write two pieces. my behemoth of a WIP for my other fic is very much a healthier, fluffier spin for a soulmate au. but there's a joy in exploring the depths of depravity of an unwanted connection. divider by @/cafekitsune

"If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you."

If you recall correctly, it was a philosopher from Mondstadt who spoke those famous words. In all your years of living, you believe you are only now beginning to understand the depth of them. You can feel it, the heat of madness at the edges of your mind as you stare at the bond in front of you.

Mists of pale lilac enveloped in a starry dark purple, much akin to the monsters of the Abyss that you are no stranger to. It's more like a mast; a parasite eating away at its host it is barely keeping alive. Cloying tight tendrils wrapped around its weaker counterpart possessively. Tighter and tighter it squeezes the harder you try to pull it apart. For every centimeter you are barely able to separate them, the stronger the mast holds with a vengeance.

Dread swirls around you, cold and unforgiving and you shudder.

You've seen many soulmate connections since you've become a spiritspeaker and they seldom look like your own. What kind of person must you be for this to be our bond, you wonder uneasily.

In the entangled mess, an indigo eye stares you.

Mine, it speaks coarsely. Mine.

You stare back.

What kind of person are you?

A typical connection manifests harmoniously, the tendrils of the spirit moving in equal balance and motion. It's much like a waltz, if anything else. It's a beautiful thing to see, vibrant and unique for every bonded coupling. The hues of the partnered spirits are as beautiful as the Sacred Flame itself, flickering much like it as well. Your connection is anything but, the manifestation of your spirit weak, frail and completely overwhelmed by that of its partner.

Much like the person you become once ensnared in your soulmate's grasp. You refuse to become that person.

Whoever your soulmate is, you want nothing to do with them.

The feeling of contempt and anxiety are a stark contrast to your younger years. Back when you were a young girl, wide-eyed and untrained in the spells and rituals of your tribe. You can hardly be blamed for your initial excitement.

The sacred timer on ones wrist counting down to the final second when they'd meet their special person. The people of Natlan revere the blessing of soulmates as much as they do the night and fire. This reverence is doubly so for your tribe. For the Masters of the Night-Wind who are able to see the manifestation of soulmates outside the realm of the physical, there is no greater honor.

The forced symbiosis of your connection is anything but honorable.

Nor is there any beauty.

Henceforth, you'd tried dauntlessly to sever the connection between yourself and your soulmate. A forbidden act in your tribe; how could one be so presumptuous as to dictate the loom of fate itself? It's too easy to separate the dancing of souls, too easy to play deity. If one acts in such a manner, it is more akin to sparks turning to a raging fire burning everything in its path. That's what the elders preached when you had begun your training as a Spiritspeaker. Apparently, the mast of your fated other believed much the same.

It's suppose to be easy, too easy.

It should have been easy.

Yet the parasitic spirit fights back with equal vigor.

Mine, it whispers echo throughout this shard of the Night Kingdom where you lie. It clutches your spirit tighter. Mania. Mine. Mine, it whispers as if reciting prayers. Reverent yet unrepentant. Delirious yet all too lucid. Its grip tightens once more, the near Abyssal eye meeting yours unflinchingly. Mine.

Groggily, your eyes open in the physical realm and the smell of incense fills your nostrils. It takes a moment for you to gather your bearings, your spirit returning to your body testily. You raise your arm, looking at your wrist blearily.

01 d 22 h 1346 m 32 s.

The sight wakes you proper, anxiety humming across your skin. You hide your wrist from your sight, covering it with your hand before exhaling quietly. Once again, your attempt at severing your bond has ended in vain and you barely have two days left.

Two days.

In just under two days, you will come face to face with person who will change your life. That's how little time you have to change your fate. Your grip tightens as if that alone could tear away the timer engraved on your flesh. If only it were all so easy.

Raising to your feet, you approach your spiritloom on feet barely steady. You aren't quite ready to move yet, but you refuse to accept your fate while lying on your back. "I can do this," you murmur, warping your loom with deft fingers as more of yourself returns to waking day. Even with what little time you have, that is more than enough to make a final attempt to preserve your being. You are a priestess of the Night-Winds, one of the best.

What are you if not resourceful?

Expertly, as you have done many times before, you weave the images your mind's eye conjures. Tugging your weft threads expertly into the pattern of the person you'd seen in a ritual you'd done long before. Hours go by until the sun begins to rise and paint the clouds shades of coral and vermillion.

"Abeni," you call for your saurian companion after completing your task. Your legs were sore from standing in place so long and the air of the outside was fresh, the scent of embercores on the breeze.

One of the iktomisaurus' bat-like ears twitch at the sound of her name, looking at you sweetly. Around her neck is a cryo-blue ribbon tied comfortable around her neck with her name stitched dutifully to let others know that she had a human companion.

In spite of the disquiet buzzing in you heart, she has been a comfort. The one who has heard all your concerns regarding your soulmate and the future you are wary to avoid. Compared to most, your ages are in a similar range. Whatever comes your way, Abeni will by your side. You run your hands through the feathers crowning the dragon's head. "I need a favor from you," you manage to turn the corners of your lips up into a smile.

Cautiously, you show Abeni the results of your weaving. The face of the man your fate is tied to.

He's handsome, at least from the details you were able to gather. Fair-skinned, blue eyed and with vibrant ginger hair. An outlander, more than likely. It's only your bad luck that something is bringing him to Natlan, whether it be work or pleasure. Shakily, your fingers dig into the tapestry and you inhale deeply to calm yourself. It's an image that instills fear rather than joy. This is a face you can only hope to never see for the rest of your long life.

Icy blue eyes gaze at the image for a moment before shifting to you. Is this him, the saurian seems to be asking.

Steeling yourself, you nod. "I need you to find where this person is so I can avoid him." Abeni hoots, clicking her beak thoughtfully. "I know I'm asking a lot of you," you murmur. "But this is the only idea I have. If I can avoid this meeting, that should settle everything." When the hour has gone and passed, you could finally be free.

It crosses your mind briefly that Kinich would be perfect for a job like this. Your safety and peace of mind would be more than worth whatever price he deemed acceptable. You ultimately decide against it. You do not know your soulmate personally but you are more than aware of the content of his character. Another person cannot be pulled into your mess.

A person is conspicuous no matter how skilled. The dragons of Natlan are as natural to the scenery as breathing is for the lungs.

Dutifully, Abeni agrees to your request and you're so relieved you could cry. Your eyes remain dry, however. You'll cry tears of relief when you no longer have to deal with this pesky bond.

"Be careful," you call when Abeni finally leaves your home, dark feathers blending into the mists of your tribe's territory. Abeni will find him and everything will be okay, you hug yourself. Everything will be okay.

01 d 14 h 0866 m 13 s.

01 d 12 h 0746 m 09 s.

01 d 09 h 0566 m 03 s.

Sleep doesn't come easily for you, coming and going in anxious waves as you wait for Abeni to return. You dream of a memory long since passed, a time when your mother was still alive and you'd yet begin your training.

"Mama, is my timer broken?" You asked your mother many years ago, looking at the ungodly amount of time ticking away on your skin.

A melancholic smile spread across her lips as she grabbed your hands tenderly. "No, my love," she told you kindly. "It just means that… they're far, far away."

"But why?"

"Only the Lord of the Night knows," she told you dreamily, giving your nose a kiss. "The timer is a promise. One day at the promised time, you're going to meet that person. You simply have to wait until then."

You hummed thoughtfully, unimpressed when your mother squeezed your arm unexpectedly. "Mama?"

Your mother's brow was furrowed, deeply and her smile was gone."Sweetie, sometimes it's okay to break a promise."

That was the last time you talked to your mother about your soulmate, never understanding until it was far too late what she meant. What would she do if she were here now? Why hadn't she lived long enough to tell you what she'd seen upon her scrying into your connection? Maybe she'd failed herself at trying to disconnect it, hoping that one day you would succeed where she couldn't.

A knock pulls you from your thoughts and you pinch your nose. "Coming!" You brush away the wrinkles forming in your clothes.

"Hurry up!" You can't help a smile, shaking your head in exasperation at Citlali's hissing. "That girl is around here somewhere, I can sense it!" Your fellow elder has a person to avoid of her own. You ought to take your time, but after quickly brushing away the wrinkles of your clothes, you rise to let your fellow elder in.

Once upon a time you were both beings fitting of looking in your early 20s.

200 years have since passed; 200 years and soon the hour of your fate rears its ugly head. You shake the thoughts away as you open your door, nearly toppled over as Citlali rushes inside. "The number one guide in Natlan in the Tezcatepetonco Range again," you ask unnecessarily.

"She comes again and again like clockwork!" The purple-haired woman glares at your door as if the energetic guide will come barging in without warning. "She's only taking a handful of tourists on a trip around the country, not on quests with perils beyond mortal imagination! And yet there she'll come again and again asking for fortune after fortune like she is." Citlali sighs, tired, before giving you an accusatory look. "That girl never pesters you like this."

That may be because the last time she encountered you, you had simply insisted that Granny Itztli would be a much better priestess for such insights. "Unlike you, I know how to pretend I'm not actually home," you say instead as Citlali sits at your dinner table with a heavy thud. "But be my guest. We can pretend we're apprentices again, searching through forbidden scrolls."

I wish I hadn't.

Perhaps then your current dilemma could have been avoided. Yet here you were, 200 and some odd years later after touching arts you likely should have avoided.

"That was years ago," Citlali yawns. "I'd rather-" she pauses, noticing the tapestry on your table and your heart lurches. You had meant to tuck the thing away into the darkest depths of your belongings. "Who is this," Citlali grabs the result of your clairvoyance before you can say anything else. "I don't recognize him."

"You wouldn't," it's your turn to sigh, sitting across the table from your oldest friend. "He's an outlander."

Your friend hums thoughtfully, "is this about that outlander everyone's been talking about? He's apparently been going around completing Warrior Challenges with high remarks. He's certainly ambitious."

You hadn't heard of this outlander at all. All the same, the mystery outlander is an excellent topic to divert to, nodding with expert deceit. "I was curious about what he looked like."

Citlali sets the tapestry aside, disinterest filling her gaze. "Mualani would come around right when I was planning on going to Stadium." You chuckle lightly knowing Citlali's bark is worse than her bite. "I wanted to get ingredients to make Ororon's birthday cake, it's right around the corner you know."

You barely are able to hide your surprise. You nearly forgot your own grandson's birthday. With everything going on it slipped my mind, you pinch yourself under the table. Even with your personal crisis going on, you wouldn't allow yourself to forego the found family you forged for yourself in recent years.

You glance at your timer while Citlali rambles on ー only ten minutes have passed. You're weary but even you know it is impossible for you to take that long to get to the Chuwen Fair and back. There will be more than enough time to continue your stakeout once you've returned. "I'll get them for you," you say at last, back on your feet again. You might as well distract yourself with a bit of shopping. "It shouldn't take me too long and unlike you, I'm good at shooing away persistent clients." The Stadium is practically a hop, skip and a jump away from your territory.

Citlali sticks her tongue at you in response to your teasing. You ignore it expertly with a grin of your own. "If I'm not back before Abeni gets home tell her where I've gone."

Grabbing a basket, you leave your home quickly. The faster you arrive at the Stadium, the faster you can return home. Your wrist tingles, but you ignore the feeling. You'll start panicking when it's the day of your meeting. At that thought, you remind yourself quickly that that meeting wouldn't be happening. Abeni will return home swiftly and you'll be able to coordinate your plan to avoid the man in the tapestry for good.

Perhaps you'll even try another separating ritual when you return and Citlali's left your space.

The start of your outing is smooth and familiar. Even the short quest to the Stadium is filled with qucusaurs and halberd-crest birds in flight, meditating iktomisaurs and the sight of phlogiston painted mountains. A calming sight even at your most unsettled. You've never once left the country of your birth but somehow you never tire of it.

Chuwen Fair is mixed with locals and outlanders alike, but even so you soothe your heart. That person isn't here, you remind yourself. It's not the time for it.

"Granny Sarabi, how are you!?"

"We've got discounts on some fresh sunsettias!"

All is well until you feel the distinct sensation of the tingle your wrist turning into a burn. Shifting your basket from one hand to the other, you look at it wearily.

00 d 00 h 023 m 02 s.

Your basket drops from your hand, contents collapsing onto the ground. Disregarding the vendor's concerned calls, you turn to run back to your home in the Masters' territory. Nightsoul's Blessing burning through your veins, watching in wide-eyed horror as the timer ticked away and faster. What's happening?! Abeni!

23 minutes.

15 minutes.

10 minutes.

5 minutes.

The seconds pass faster than you're able to count them. Where was Abeni? None of the saurians you passed resembled your blue-feathered companion on your hurried journey home. Was she hurt? Was it him?

Your mind searches through every possible scenario as to what could have happened to your friend. Saurian traffickers? Were the whispered rumors of Fatui agents stealing saurians to harvest their phlogiston true? Neither of those explanations accounted for your timer's sudden decrease in the hours between the promised meeting you wish to break. Your heart feels ready to fall out your chest, lungs burning with every breath you take as Nightsoul exhausts and you stumble into a walk.

Laughter rings through the air, masculine and feminine voices intertwined.

No.

No.

In front of your door, Mualani is talking fervently with someone you don't shouldn't recognize with a wide smile and hands moving passionately. You shouldn't. Yet you do, the shade of his hair the exact as the thread used in your spiritloom. The someone you never wanted to meet. Despite his back facing you, the stranger turns first hearing your footsteps.

Ocean-blue looks at you; your blood freezes.

The timer strikes zero.

"Granny Sarabi!" Mualani waves excitedly after catching your eye. "This is one of the cool elders I was telling you about," she tells the stranger quickly. "You're going to love her, she's so funny! Oh, but 'Sarabi' isn't her real name, it's just a nick…" The Meztli guide trails off, looking back and forth between matching expressions of shock. It isn't until the redheaded stranger raises a hand that Mualani covers her mouth in surprised glee. "Oh my gods!"

The hyperactive young woman is quick to react before anyone else, turning to bang on your door in her excitement. "Granny Citlali, come on I know you're in there! We need to go! Gran met her soulmate!"

Citlali doesn't even attempt to make any excuse justifying why she'd been hiding away in your home. "What?!" Sure enough, she found the guide's words to be the truth. Recognition shines on her face, it hadn't been too long ago when she'd seen it for the first time herself.

Not this, anything but this, you're unsure who you are praying to. Was your tribe's Wayob listening? Where is she? Where's Abeni? Your eyes dart around for any sign of the iktomisaurus but there are none.

Pushing Citlali towards your tribe's settlement, Mualani winks at you as they scurry off. Your blood is roaring, heart drumming loudly in your ears.

The man before you is the first to break the silence.

"You're certainly the youngest looking grandmother I've ever seen," at your stupefied expression, he adds a quick apology in between chuckles. "Sorry, my mother always told me not to bring up a lady's age. I wasn't expecting us to meet like this," the man steps forward and you suddenly feel awake again, taking a step back.

Finally you find your voice. "Where's Abeni," you shoulders tense, waiting for the stranger's answer.

He blinks, surprised, before a smile spreads across his face. "Is that that bat-like dragon from before? So it's yours! Sorry, I haven't really memorized all the names of the different saurians ye-"

Your brow furrows and your eyes narrow. "Where is she," you snap.

"She's fine, she's fine," the man raises his arms, blinking in surprise at your outburst. "I saw your Abeni creeping around my camp not too long ago and decided to follow her. She noticed me at some point and changed directions." And in spite of that, the stranger still continued on her previous trail until finally he found your home deep in the heart of Natlan. "It changed," he raises his wrist, proudly displaying a timer that matches your own.

You hear a familiar hoot and a light thud behind you. Abeni is fine, unscathed, yet her eyes shine wide with guilt. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I thought he would follow elsewhere!

"See," the stranger prompts as if to prove his point. "Perfectly fine!"

He's smiling, dead-eyed expression as warm as one such as himself can make it. Mania. It's the same as the mast attached to your spirit. You can hear its whispers, the tendrils wrapping over your very being. Mine, it clutches you covetously. "I'm not normally one for believing in fate but… I took it as a sign that apparently it wanted us to meet sooner than later. Let's start again."

The outlander holds your hands in his own. "I'm Ajax," the bright-haired man introduces himself. His expression is soft as if gazing at a dream. "And I'm yours. I hope you weren't waiting for me long. Can you tell me your name?"

Extra

The title is Swahili for 'Unraveling (Rejoice, Rejoice)

'Abeni' is a Yoruba name that means 'a girl prayed for', I thought it would be fitting for a iktomisaurus companion

'Sarabi' is a Swahili name that means 'mirage'. You might have heard it in The Lion King. I've always been fond of the name so similar to how Citlali is 'Granny Obsidian', the reader here is 'Granny Mirage'

I honestly might make a sequel this was really fun to write

[domm1etae]

sent to tempt me - chapter seventeen

chapter seventeen: the dangers of playing a role

chapter summary: Yunho does his best to stay professional while checking up on Mingi, but the patient seems determined to make that impossible. Between tattoos, teasing, and a very inappropriate requests, Yunho barely escapes with his sanity intact

pairing: yunho x mingi

genre: smut (not yet but there will be eventually), angst, fluff, romance, m/m, non!idol!ateez, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, drama, coming of age, collage, religion

rating: 18+ (for the whole series bc there will be smut eventually) | mdni

word count: 3k

warnings under

collage, roommates, sub!yunho, dom!mingi, bad boy mingi and religious church good boy yunho, same-sex attraction, m/m, teasing, dark themes, homophobia, self discovery, pet names, strangers to lovers, religion and religious topics, aaaand more will be added soon hehehe

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 i'm so sorry chapter 17 is a little late—i'm going through a horrible breakup right now, a 3.5-year relationship :/ if writing was hard when my writer's block started, imagine how it is now. but at least today's chapter is longer than usual, so i hope you enjoy it! i'm excited to see everybody's comments as always, they always make my day <3 see you next time!!

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“Want me to show you?”

Mingi’s question lingered in the air, heavy with something Yunho couldn’t quite name. His heart pounded in his chest. Did I just nod? Did I actually agree to this?

But there was no going back now.

Mingi’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile, the kind that made Yunho’s stomach twist in ways he didn’t understand. “Okay,” Mingi hummed, stretching slightly where he sat, the movement casual yet somehow calculated. “So, as you said, it’s kind of like acting. Right now, you’re the doctor, and I’m your patient. Easy enough, right?”

Yunho swallowed. That… didn’t sound too bad. Just like acting. A completely normal, non-weird thing. He could do that.

“Okay,” he said, nodding again. “I think I can do this.”

But how is this different from normal acting? That’s the question I had — Yunho thought, fingers tightening slightly where they rested on his lap. He had done school plays before, had read out scenes in literature class, so this should feel no different.

Mingi must have noticed the little crease between Yunho’s brows because he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head like he found something about this amusing. “That’s great,” he said smoothly. “Let’s start.”

Yunho nodded again, more out of instinct than real thought. He could do this. He just had to focus.

Mingi leaned back slightly, tilting his head with a playful glint in his eye. “Doctor Jeong, I don’t know if my wounds are healing correctly…”

His voice was smooth, casual, but there was something else underneath it—something that made Yunho’s fingers twitch where they rested on his lap.

For a second, Yunho almost forgot to respond. His brain scrambled to process what was happening, trying to remind himself that this was just pretend. That it wasn’t real. That Mingi was just playing around, just showing him what roleplay was.

Right. Roleplay.

That’s why his heart shouldn’t be beating so fast. That’s why he shouldn’t feel like his whole body had been dunked in ice water, the shock of it leaving him frozen in place.

Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture and willed himself to focus. “Well, I’ll have to check that out,” he said, keeping his voice as even as possible. “But I think you’ll be fine.”

He reached out for Mingi’s arm, careful, controlled. His fingers brushed against the small cuts lining Mingi’s skin, the warmth of his body sinking into Yunho’s fingertips.

It was totally normal. Completely fine. He had done this before. Bandaged his wounds. Cleaned the cuts. Checked his injuries.

But for some reason, this time felt different.

Maybe it was because of the way Mingi was watching him, sharp eyes filled with amusement, his lips twitching like he was holding back a laugh.

Or maybe it was because of the roleplay itself—because Yunho wasn’t just Yunho right now. He was Doctor Jeong, and Mingi was his patient.

“Oh, I know I will,” Mingi mused suddenly, and the way his voice dropped just slightly made something uneasy coil in Yunho’s stomach. “After all, I’m in such good hands.”

Yunho’s breath hitched.

What.

Did he just—?

No. No, he couldn’t let himself get distracted. This was just roleplay. Just acting. Focus.

He forced a small, polite smile, shaking his head. “Oh, Mr. Song, don’t flatter me,” he said, proud of how steady his voice sounded. “You’re still not fully healed, so we don’t want to overreact.”

Mingi hummed, shifting slightly where he sat, his smile widening just enough to make Yunho’s pulse stutter. “Oh, but doctor,” he said, voice dripping with amusement, “I will flatter you. Even if your medications sent me to my deathbed, I would still flatter you.”

Yunho nearly choked on his own saliva.

His ears burned, his brain short-circuiting so hard he swore he could hear static in the back of his head. His fingers twitched against Mingi’s arm before he quickly pulled away, placing his hands firmly in his lap like that would somehow stop the way his whole body was suddenly overheating.

“Uh—” He swallowed thickly. “That’s… not… necessary?”

Mingi’s smile stretched wider, teeth flashing under the dim glow of the lamp beside them. “Are you sure?” he asked, tilting his head just slightly. “You worked so hard to patch me up, doctor. Don’t you think you deserve some appreciation?”

Yunho took a steady breath, keeping his focus on the small scratches running along Mingi’s arm. He was doing fine. Great, even. Despite the slight warmth on his face, he was staying professional. He wasn’t letting himself get distracted by Mingi’s ridiculous comments or the way he was smiling at him like that.

This was just acting, he could handle it.

“No, I don’t,” Yunho said firmly. “It’s my job, so it’s not necessary.”

Mingi just smiled at that—soft at first, almost innocent, but there was something in his eyes that made Yunho feel like he was missing something.

Then, before Yunho could figure out what it was, Mingi shifted slightly, leaning in just enough to make Yunho tense up. His movements were slow, deliberate, and his voice dropped into something much smoother—too smooth—when he said, “So, what if I show you how grateful I am, doctor, in a way that isn’t verbal?”

Yunho’s fingers froze where they rested against Mingi’s skin.

Too close. Too close.

His brain panicked for a second, alarm bells ringing in his head—but not for the reasons they should have been. No, his first thought wasn’t why is he leaning in like this? or why does he sound like that?

Instead, his mind latched onto the phrasing.

Not verbal?

A different kind of gratitude?

Oh.

OH.

Realization dawned, and Yunho immediately straightened, shifting back just enough to put some distance between them. With a firm but gentle touch, he placed his hand on Mingi’s shoulder and pushed him back into his original position.

“No, Mr. Song,” Yunho said, shaking his head with all the conviction of a man who thought he had cracked the code. “That won’t be necessary. I would never take money from my patients as a form of hush money or… or whatever it is you’re trying to offer me.”

Silence.

Yunho sat back, nodding to himself in satisfaction. That had been a good response. Very professional. Very in-character. He had handled that situation perfectly.

Pleased with himself, he looked up at Mingi, fully expecting to see some kind of approval—maybe even a little impressed nod.

Instead, all he was met with was a completely devastated expression.

Mingi was staring at him like he had just killed his entire family. His lips had parted slightly, his eyes blank with something that looked far too much like disappointment. He let out a long, slow sigh, shaking his head before reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Yunho’s stomach dropped.

Oh no. Ooooh nooo.

Had he done something wrong? Was this not how it was supposed to go? Did he misunderstand the scenario? He had been so sure—

But what if he had completely messed up?

Yunho stiffened, his mind going a mile a minute. He had to ask. He had to fix it. He wanted to be perfect at this, just like he wanted to be perfect at everything else.

“…What?” he asked, hesitant. “Did I do something wrong?”

Mingi just exhaled again, still shaking his head like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Then, after a second, he looked back up at Yunho, an amused—but slightly pained—smile stretching across his lips.

“Nah, no, no,” he said, waving a hand lazily in the air. “I just forgot how much you REALLY don’t know what roleplay is.”

Yunho frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Mingi just grinned, leaning in slightly again. “Don’t worry,” he hummed, voice dropping back into that dangerous tone. “The easy way didn’t work, so I guess we’ll just have to go a little harder on you.”

Yunho blinked, confusion flashing across his face. “Wha—what?”

Before he could even process what was happening, Mingi’s lips curled into something much more mischievous, and he tilted his head slightly, eyes gleaming with something Yunho definitely didn’t understand.

Then—

“Doctor,” Mingi said smoothly, “I think you’re forgetting something.”

Yunho’s breath caught in his throat.

What.

What was he forgetting.

What was he supposed to do now.

He wasn’t sure, but something told him he wasn’t going to like it.

Yunho frowned. “Huh?” He didn’t understand what Mingi meant.

Mingi tugged lightly at the hem of his shirt, his expression unreadable. “The ones here. You didn’t check them.”

Oh. Right.

Yunho had completely forgotten about the bruises hidden beneath Mingi’s shirt. His brain scrambled to reset, to focus. This is just first aid. This is normal. He had already done this once, so there was no reason for hesitation now.

So why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he saying anything? And why did the air feel heavier all of a sudden?

Mingi smirked but didn’t comment on Yunho’s obvious hesitation. Instead, he lifted his shirt in one smooth motion and pulled it over his head.

Yunho immediately looked away, his eyes darting to the farthest corner of the room. Lord, help me. This cannot be healthy for me.

Mingi chuckled, clearly amused. “Doctor? You can’t check my wounds if you’re not looking at them.”

Yunho gulped, jaw clenching. With great effort, he forced himself to turn back.

And oh.

His gaze hesitantly traveled over Mingi’s now-bare torso, catching on details he knew he shouldn’t be noticing this much. He had seen guys shirtless before—at the gym, in locker rooms, during the summer when his friends went swimming. But this felt different. This wasn’t just some random guy.

This was Mingi.

And that distinction made something stir deep in Yunho’s stomach, something unsettling that he didn’t quite have the words for.

Mingi’s body was lean yet toned, muscles shifting subtly with each breath. The dim glow of the lamp cast soft shadows over his skin, accentuating the faint ridges of his abs. But Yunho’s eyes didn’t linger there for long.

The tattoos.

They demanded his attention.

His gaze unwillingly trailed to the bold black ink sprawled beneath Mingi’s right collarbone. What is the point of living if you do not risk dying? The words were sharp, deliberate, etched into his skin as if they meant something personal. Yunho’s fingers twitched at his sides. Did Mingi really believe that? Was that how he lived? Reckless, unafraid, always toeing the line between danger and thrill?

Before he could dwell on it, his gaze slid lower—and then he saw it.

Spanning Mingi’s ribs was an intricate tattoo of a falling Icarus, limbs contorted mid-plunge, wings unraveling into shattered feathers. The details were so precise, almost hauntingly realistic—each feather meticulously shaded, each line carrying an eerie sense of weight.

Yunho’s throat went dry.

It suited him. Maybe too well.

But then his gaze flickered back up—and that’s when he noticed the next one.

A black snake, curling around the side of Mingi’s throat.

The ink was bold and dark, coiling over the column of his neck as if it were alive. It slithered toward his jaw, disappearing just beneath the hinge, and Yunho’s breath hitched before he could stop himself. Why does that look—

No. No.

Don’t look at his neck. Don’t think about his throat. Don’t—

His fingers twitched again.

There were more. An intricate design wrapped around Mingi’s right arm, disappearing slightly in the dim light, and additional ink trailed down his fingers. Yunho barely had time to take them in, but suddenly, a thought struck him.

Does he have more?

…Hidden somewhere else?

…Somewhere Yunho couldn’t see?

Did he have another tattoo beneath his waistband?

…Maybe lower?

Yunho nearly choked on his own breath.

NO. Absolutely NOT.

He wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that he now knew what kind of tattoos Mingi had under his shirt, or the fact that he was suddenly, deeply curious if there were more.

This was already bad enough.

He was already teetering on the edge of something dangerous. There was no way in hell he was letting himself fall.

He needed to focus.

Swallowing thickly, Yunho forced the thoughts from his mind and reached for the antiseptic. His hands trembled slightly as he started dabbing it onto the bruises along Mingi’s lower stomach and ribs.

Yunho was panicking.

Not just a little. Full-blown, heart-pounding, mind-scrambling, absolutely no shame in sight—panicking.

He had checked Mingi out. Blatantly. He had stared at Mingi’s body like a starving man, cataloging every inch of ink and muscle as if he had never seen another human being before. And the worst part? Mingi had definitely noticed.

Stay professional. Stay professional.

Yunho inhaled sharply, forcing himself to focus as he pressed the antiseptic-soaked cotton pad against one of Mingi’s bruises, perhaps a bit too firmly—

Mingi suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

Yunho froze. “D-Did that hurt? I’m so sorry—”

Mingi smirked, voice dropping just enough to make Yunho’s skin tingle. “It’s okay, Doctor. I don’t mind a little pain.”

Yunho choked.

His brain completely short-circuited. What. What. What.

But then—oh. Oh. That made sense. Some people just had a higher pain tolerance. And considering how many tattoos Mingi had, plus the fact that he had gone through an entire fight alone, he was obviously one of those people.

Mingi tilted his head, looking up at him through his lashes. “In fact, sometimes it’s kinda nice.”

Excuse me?

Yunho froze again.

Did Mingi just say that? Did he just say that?

Since when was pain… nice?

He knew Mingi was a little weird in his own way, but this—this was very weird. Concerningly weird. Did Mingi really find pleasure in pain? Was he actually enjoying this right now, even though Yunho was treating his wounds?

There was a beat of silence. Yunho still hadn’t moved.

Then, Mingi’s eyes flicked over his face—and his lips curled into a slow, knowing smirk. “Oh? You’re blushing.”

Yunho was blushing. And he knew it. But still, he stammered, “N-No, I’m not!”

Mingi leaned in, voice low, teasing. “Doctor… are you nervous?”

Yunho’s whole body locked up.

His fingers were still hovering way too close to Mingi’s skin, and suddenly, he was very aware of just how warm Mingi was. His chest, his stomach—everything.

Mingi’s smug smile only deepened. “Do you always take such good care of your patients?”

Before Yunho could even think of a response, Mingi’s hand slid onto his knee—gently, almost absentmindedly, his thumb brushing over the fabric of Yunho’s sweatpants in a slow, lazy motion.

Yunho’s brain flatlined.

He could feel the heat crawling up his neck, burning at the tips of his ears, his body temperature skyrocketing to at least a hundred degrees Celsius. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t focus—

Stupid roleplay. Stupid Mingi. Stupid brain. Why had he let himself spend so much time with Mingi? And why—why—was his brain actually entertaining this nonsense?

He still didn’t know what roleplay was, and at this rate, he probably never would. Not with Mingi obviously never explaining anything and just continuing to drive him insane.

Yunho exhaled sharply and grabbed Mingi’s wrist, lifting his hand off his knee. “Mr. Song, it’s not very appropriate—or nice—of you to touch your doctor like this. So don’t.”

Mingi only raised an eyebrow. Then, slowly, his lips parted—and he said, “Oh, but, Mister Doctor…”

He leaned in just a fraction closer, voice dripping with amusement.

“I’m not trying to be nice.”

Yunho swore his soul left his body.

He shook his head quickly, trying to salvage whatever remained of his sanity, and refocused on finishing the wound on Mingi’s lower stomach. He just needed to get through this.

But then—

“Mr. Doctor?”

Yunho’s hands froze mid-air.

Slowly—so painfully slowly—he lifted his gaze.

Mingi was watching him, eyes glinting far too knowingly.

Oh, no.

Yunho swallows hard, still trying to shake off the last few minutes. His hands are clammy, his face is burning, and his brain feels like it’s been put through a blender.

He clears his throat, forcing himself to focus. “Yes?”

Mingi’s smile doesn’t fade. In fact, it gets worse—lazier, sharper. “I have something else that needs checking,” he says, voice low, eyes glinting with something Yunho can’t quite place. Then, as if it’s the most casual thing in the world, he adds, “And it hurts a lot. Because of you.”

Yunho freezes. His stomach drops.

Because of him?

Panic flashes through him. Had he done something wrong? Maybe he had pressed too hard somewhere without realizing, or maybe one of Mingi’s bruises had gotten worse under his touch. His breath catches. Oh, no. What if he had actually hurt him? What if Mingi was about to get mad—what if he was about to snap at him for being careless?

“What is it, Mr. Song?” Yunho asks quickly, trying to keep his voice steady, still wholly devoted to his stupid little doctor role.

Mingi just smiles. “It’s right here.”

His hand moves, barely noticeable, but Yunho sees it—sees the slow, deliberate motion as Mingi lightly pats his own crotch.

Silence.

Pure, deafening silence.

For a full second, Yunho doesn’t get it. His brain refuses to process. He just stares at Mingi’s hand, then his face, and then— he gets it....sadly.

Yunho practically throws the antiseptic bottle down.

“I-I think that’s enough for today—!”

He scrambles to his feet, nearly knocking over the entire first-aid kit in his rush. His heart is hammering, his face is an absolute disaster, and he needs to leave before his soul departs his body from sheer mortification.

Mingi grins, tilting his head. “Aw, but Doctor… we haven’t even finished the check-up yet.”

“I DON’T CARE,” Yunho blurts out, backing away like Mingi is a fire hazard.

Mingi pouts, all faux disappointment. “But I’m still hurt.”

Yunho bolts.

He practically flees from the room like his life depends on it, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls shake.

Mingi watches him go, the pout slipping away into something smug, something wicked.

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he leans back against the couch, stretching lazily.

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[jadedxhearts]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

Law and you have spent far too much time apart, intimately. When you think you’re going to lose your mind from desperation, he finally gives in, a certain “cure” in mind to treat you.

Originally posted in Oct 8 2023

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills! (this one might be slighter better?)

It was difficult to not notice the various things that had set off certain alarms in your mind. Not to say those alarms were concerning nor bad in nature, no.

It started during a routine check up, about two weeks ago. You were sat in a chair in the operation room aboard the Polar Tang, allowing Law to do whatever he needed to check your general health. He’d taken your temperature, other vitals, the basics. But it was when he’d began feeling around your neck, presumably for your lymph nodes, that a shudder went down your spine. 

For one short moment, his hand had wrapped around your neck as though he was possessively holding onto you, much like he did during… other times. Law had been so busy these days, constantly working hard to make sure his submarine was being run correctly and efficiently. He tended to be this way, always, but as of lately, things seemed more hectic on the ship. You really couldn’t come up with an answer why, though.

However, these long working hours for your lover meant that he generally didn’t have much time to spare. Especially not for things such as sex. Your body longed for him, your fingers proving to not be enough. You’d tried to be cool about it, using body language and longing looks to try and get your message across. But Law either seemed too tired, or downright uninterested. You could tell by his mannerisms, though, especially during the checkup, that he longed for you too.

So when his hand had just barely wrapped around your neck, leaving you gasping for air as if he’d choked you, all feelings went straight down between your legs, your heart pounding as you became too excited too quickly. But your routine checkup wasn’t over, and Law had already moved on from his ‘accident’. 

But then another thing happened not even five minutes later. His gloved hands kept grazing your body, touch lingering for much longer than it should have. Again and again, these things kept happening, turning you on even more; making you more desperate for the doctor’s touch.

You’d tried to initiate that evening, but Law was exhausted, barely making an effort to kick off his boots and change into pajama pants before he’d promptly collapsed into bed. 

And now here you were, two entire weeks later, still having gone unsatisfied. You honestly struggled, having to go about your day as normal, meanwhile your brain remained filled with images of Law doing certain things to you. His tattooed chest glistening as he hovered over you, shoving your body down into the pillows as he filled you up so deliciously, among other images of past times with him. God, you needed him so badly.

You were curled up in bed, hugging a pillow tightly as you tried to fall asleep, trying to not lose your sanity as you pushed away any lewd thoughts about Law. It was so, so difficult, though. The pillow was slipping down between your legs as you clung to it, the plushness of it brushing against where you yearned for Law most. Eventually, it was in a spot where you could rub yourself against it, if you so wished. The thought seemed so dirty, and you couldn’t help but hope Law would walk into the bedroom and catch you as you began to move your hips, biting your lip harshly as you slowly humped the pillow.

But then you were interrupted, practically throwing the pillow away from yourself as the den-den-mushi on your nightstand began to ring. Calming yourself down, you answered it with a click, only to be surprised as Law’s voice came through.

“Y/n? You awake?” He asked, voice sounding… off. You couldn’t quite figure it out, though.

“Yes,” you choked out, feeling your heart hammering in your chest as you breathed heavily. Maybe he’d hear how desperate you were and come back to bed.

“Meet me in the operation room,” he instructed, and you now noticed how seductively he spoke. It made your cunt throb, and you obliged happily, already leaping out of the bed. 

You hadn’t even responded to him. You’d honestly forgotten to through your excitement, rushing out of your bedroom to sprint over to the operation room. After all, there could only be one reason why Law was in there, demanding you to meet him there at this hour.

Opening the doors to the large room, you discovered Law leaning against the table, arms folded in front of his chest as he smirked down at you. The tall man wore his doctor's coat over a tank top and his usual jeans. The other key differences were that his hat was removed, sitting on a counter nearby where he stood. And the other two things being that he had on gloves, as well as the fact that there was a not so hidden bulging in his jeans. He looked painfully hard, even through the constricting fabric.

Hands folded in front of you, you quickly moved to stand in front of him, innocently looking up at your lover. “You wanted me, Law?” You asked, voice ever so slightly pitched up to add a sense of cuteness, with an underlying sultriness to it. 

He chuckled, using one gloved finger to tilt your chin up toward him, face inching closer to yours. “Figured you needed a ‘check up’, hm?”

“B-but, I just had one two weeks ago,” you feigned innocence, pretending to be unaware of his antics. Though it was evident that both of you knew what game was being played here.

“I think you need a different kind, though,” Law hummed, firmly kissing you for just a second, before biting down onto your lips. “I want you undressed and up on the table, understood?”

With a sweet giggle, you nodded and eagerly began stripping yourself of your clothing. Once you were down to your panties, you angled your head to face Law, licking your lips as you slowly slid the thin fabric down your legs. Though, before they could even reach under your ass, you felt his hands on you, lifting you up to sit on the operation table. And while he’d quickly gotten you up on it, Law then went at an agonizingly slow pace, carefully pulling your panties down your legs, eyes never leaving yours for a second as they slipped off your feet, now bunched up in his hands.

He didn’t say a word to you. Law simply examined your panties, more than likely noticing the wet spot in them. He smirked, looking between you and the delicate lace for a second, all before setting them down on the counter behind him. 

Then, Law returned to you, placing both hands on either side of you, leaning dangerously close to your nude body. His gray eyes looked you up and down, noticeably stopping to stare at your full breasts. Then back up to your face, where he seemingly lingered on your lips. 

“By simply observing you, I cannot say whether or not you are… sufficient.”

“Sufficient?” You raised an eyebrow, echoing Law’s words.

“In satisfaction,” he explained, before continuing on with the act. “Tell me, Y/n. Do you have any symptoms?”

You slowly nodded, bashfully looking away. “Um… yes, I have this ache. It’s soo painful, like I’m throbbing and need something.”

“Where is the ache?” Law asked, sounding as bored as ever. Perhaps he was more desperate than he’d assumed, and was growing tired of the act?

With that thought in mind, you widen your legs, revealing your wet pussy to him. Taking his right hand in yours, you bring Law’s fingers to the supposed ache, gently pushing the gloved finger tips into your folds with a whine.

“I see,” he hummed. “And I know of the treatment you need.”

“You do?” You bit your lip, deciding you were also growing far too desperate to keep up the act. You needed him. Now.

“Yeah,” he deadpanned, face moving beside yours as he whispered, “you need my fucking cock in you, that’s what.”

His hushed voice so close to your ear sent shivers down your spine. 

“Please, Law,” you whined, grabbing onto him. “Make me feel good, please doctor!”

Law reacted quickly, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, swiftly pulling out his hard length. He was probably aching just as much as you were. With a low chuckle, he pulled you closer to him, using one hand to rub his cock’s tip against your wet folds, the other hand landing on the side of your face as he brought your lips together, kissing you with such desperate fever. 

“Fuck, Law, please,” you moaned, dragging out your words to show more desperation. “Please fuck me, baby.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he fully inserted his length in you, filling you to the brim as his pulsating cock squeezed inside of your velvety walls. 

You both moaned, the lewd noises spilling into each other’s mouths as you swallowed them up. Fuck, he felt so good in you. The stretch was delicious, you thought, as you clamped down on him. There was no way you were lasting long tonight.

Law hissed as you cunt squeezed his cock, trapping him within you. “F-fuck, Y/n,” he choked out, “quit clenching on me like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

You whined, trying to relax the muscles within your cunt. And after another moment of sitting like that, Law finally pulled his hips backwards, quickly snapping them forward with force, ripping loud moans from your throat.

He pounded into you, creating the nastiest wet noises you’d ever heard your pussy produce, combined with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.. You were glad the operation room walls were thick, as you had a feeling all the combined sounds would wake your resting crewmates otherwise. 

Your fingernails dug into the fabric of Law’s coat, gripping him as your whole body trembled from the sensations. He held you tightly, hovering over you as you laid back on the table now, legs in the air. If somebody were to walk in, there was no doubt about what you and Law were doing. 

Before long, you were screaming his name, cunt slick with your juices as you felt the tight knot within you about to burst. You were a moaning, desperate mess, ready to succumb to everything Law was doing to you. And it seemed he wasn’t far behind, as his thrusts became sloppy and inconsistent, heavy pants falling from his open mouth.

“Law, fuck, fuck, please cum in me,” you half whined, half begged.

“Already planned on it,” he grunted, snapping his hips against yours harshly, “you need your medicine, after all, hm?”

A whimper escaped you, and you felt your body let go as you began to cum around his cock. Law urged you on, praising you for being such a good girl, saying you needed just a little bit more of his cock.

But, mid-way through his taunting, Law gasped, shoving his head down and between your breasts as his body seemingly locked up, his thrusts stopping while he was fully inside you. Cum spilled from him, filling up your spent pussy. You moaned from the sensations of the hot seed stuffing you, a hand flying to hold onto Law, gripping at his messy black hair. 

As you both calmed down, you put a gentler hold on Law’s hair, using both hands to hold his head as you played with the raven locks. He panted against you, hot breaths landing on the skin of your chest. Eventually, he pulled his upper body away, looking down at you before placing a kiss on your wet lips.

“So… am I cured, doctor?”

[valeriancrow]

I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU SAY ONE MORE THING ABOUT MY HEIGHT!!! You’re very short for a top. (Scaramouche x Harbinger!Cryo Delusion!Male!Reader)

New A/N: This is a repost from like 2023 when I was into Genshin which I'm not anymore but it's still some good writing and something to start this blog with!! This is also like barely edited please bare with me! I can write better than this I swear!!

Warnings and hashtags: Scaramouche being Scaramouche, cursing courtesy of [Male Name] and Scaramouche, fluff, spoilers, and probably a lot of other stuff.

What is What: Thoughts = Italics,  The Author Speaking = (Bold and Parentheses), When a character contradicts what was said = (Parentheses), (D/n) = Dead Name, (L.Name) = Last Name, (H/c) = Hair Color, (S/C) = Skin Color,

Word Count: 819 words

Playlist That I Used To Write This Story: “‘I’LL KILL YOU…’ ‘You’re very short for a top’” A Scaramouche Fanfic

Author's Notes: So, I have no excuse for how late this is but yea. This was the celebration fanfic that you, the readers, choose. This is a few months late because I don’t do well with deadlines. But here it is.  

What could be more irking than [Male Name] [L. Name]?

Nothing. Nothing. Every single thing this man did irks Scaramouche to no end. Why did he aim for Scaramouche?! Why not Childe or La Signora, wait she’s dead but still why him?! [Harbinger Name] was shorter than Scaramouche by a lot. Unfortunately, [Harbinger Name] was the fourth Fatui Harbinger, so Scaramouche could not fight him to the death like he wanted to for fear of punishment from the Tsaritsa. It’s not like he actually cares though, but he wouldn’t even get close to killing the (h/c) because would always outsmart him. Well speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Hi~ Scara! How are you today? Has anyone come and hit you yet? I hope someone did, I paid that person a hefty sum too.” [Male Name] said pouting a little thinking that someone didn’t annoy the smaller male. 

“Thank you for spilling your plan, I’ll be waiting for the many meetings and appointments you planned and set up,” Scaramouche said sarcastically while [Male Name] giggled at the man’s misery.

”You’re welcome Scara, don’t mention it. I saved all my meetings and gave them to you so I didn’t have it go to them~!”

”You are an annoying little shit. I hope you die soon like La Signora.”

”Oh Scara, that won’t be happening anytime soon. You know that Traveler can’t beat me yet~. He can’t even come close.”

”Eh? Mmm… Yeah, you’re right actually.” Scaramouche looked away and whispered, “For the first time in a while.” He looked like he ate an extra sour lemon.

”Aww, did I hear that correctly? Did The Scaramouche, the Sixth Fatui Harbinger, just agree with me~?!” 

“Shut up! Don’t get so excited about it! It won’t happen again.”

”Oh I believe it will happen again, but not soon. Maybe in the next hundred years? As you know I am but a simple wandering spirit-“ [Male Name] said raising his hand to his chest.

”Cut the bullshit [Harbinger Name], it's not worth the breath.”

”Says you. You wasted your breath on the Traveler for nothing. It was hot and amazing but still, you talked a little too much for my tastes, too much talking not enough moaning.”

”I-. The fuck [Male Name]!! You just don’t go around saying shit like that! You're beginning to sound like Childe,”

”Honey, no. He learned it from me. You know how I used to govern over where Tartaglia lives. He used to come up to me when I was making my rounds, asking all sorts of things-“

”I don’t even want to know-“

”Oh I think you dooo~”

”No, I don’t. Now stop wasting my time and fuck off,”

”But what if I don’t want to go away?” Scaramouche looked like he was going to strangle [Male Name]. “What if I want you to fuck me and-“

”ALRIGHT! That’s it! You are going to leave my presence or else I will report you to the Tsaritsa!” 

“As if she would listen to you~. I’m her favorite because I bring her the most heads~”

”No she just likes you because you are another immortal that is more human than the rest of us.”

”No no. I don’t think that’s it. But what does it matter? I’ll be alive to see her reign of Teyvat. Not that it matters.”

”Why are you so certain that I won’t be alive to see her reign?!” 

“Because you my dear, are most likely going to betray her for a gnosis. The things she wants to destroy the most.”

”No I would not! How dare you accuse me of that! That would be treason of the highest!”

”Exactly my dear! You are the most probable person to commit treason against the Tsaritsa. Because you are a puppet and you are missing what you think you need.” [Male Name] takes a breath. “Scaramouche, you do not need the Electro Archon‘s gnosis to feel whole. You were unstable. You can’t handle it.”

”That’s what you think! I can handle the gnosis just fine!”

”Balladear, I might as well just report you to the Tsaritsa for treason. But I won’t. You wanna know why you stupid little dumb dense mother fucking puppet!?” He takes a breath looking on the verge of tears. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU, YOU LITTLE DUMB SHIT!”

”What?”

"I've been flirting with you this whole time!" [Male Name] exasperates. "I liked you since the first time I saw you."

"No, you didn't. You shook my hand and then walked away," Scaramouche mutters in disbelief.

"To go gush about you to my cat!!" [Male Name] turns and walks away but then thinks better of it and looks back at Scara. "Ya know, you're pretty short for a top"

And with that Scaramouche turns beat red and runs after [Male Name] but he's gone before Scara could even get a glimpse of his wide smile.

credit for banner: @sisterlucifergraphics

~Danny

[lady-eris]

Hi! I was wondering if you could make a Dbz android17, Goku, Vegeta, Gohan and trunks with a reader who’s exactly like misturi from demon slayer ( I’m not sure if I wrote it correctly)

my idiot self almost deleted the ask XD i was so excited to write this I almost deleted it, i didn't know if you meant personality, or stength and eating or anything else, but i basically decided to do it where the reader has there looks, but the personality and the abilities of Mitsuri

Tw/Notes?: slight description of fighting, profanities, mostly They/them pronouns, Trunks one is feminine hinted

Android 17

His foot was placed on a rock, watching as the poachers down below. They always seemed to bother him. "Again? surely the beating from last time would make them realise" He rolled his eyes, before hearing a voice. It seemed like a shout? His eyes narrowed as he scanned the men below, nothing. His audio picked up a sound from above and quickly looked up.

"Kya!" the voice shouted, jumping from the air and then posing as they landed on the ground. He almost sweat dropped, until he saw the men one bye one drop like fly's. Now just who are they? thought Android 17 it wasn't everyday you saw an average human defeat a bunch of poacher's with what seemed to be ribbon sword.

"you bitch!" one of the poachers wore as they raised their guns, before firing at them. But before the bullet could hit Android 17 quickly deflected it, and knocked the poacher out at the same time. it was child play.

"are you alright?/Will you be my boyfriend?" Android 17 paused, looking up at the taller person. They were strange, but a good strange.

Vegeta

He tsked as he looked up. He had been in a battle, and had almost had his head ripped from his spine. Almost, Just before the attack he felt arms curl around him, as the person carrying him jumped in the air. He opened his eyes, ready to shout at them feeling his pride damaged, only to quickly close them again. a bare chest/exposed. The person holding them had there chest/breast exposed. was the person holding him some harlot?!

But before he could say anything, they began to do an head twirling amount of somersaults and twists as they tried to avoid the attacks. Before landing on the ground. The dirt underneath them coming undone as they did this.

He was speechless (his ego being broken) as he was placed gently on the ground. "Don't worry! I can defeat him!" Vegeta watched them going back to fighting. were they royalty? surely they must of they were as beautiful as a god/goddess, and it seemed like they were trained by the highest of warriors.

he had been too distracted, and had only now come in to terms that they had just beaten the villain. That was HIS fight.

"woman! who are you?! and how dare you steal my fight!" Vegeta shouted, pushing himself up.

Son Goku

Goku sat on the chair (that was quite uncomfortable) as he stuffed his face with food, ordering more and more. The other people looked over in amazement. How could he eat so much? surely it should be impossible to eat that much without being sick, right? WRONG! for Goku was not like them!

"Wow! you eat a lot just like me!" An overly enthusiastic voice stated. "huh?" Goku asked, as he saw someone other then a server come over to talk to him. "can i sit down please?" Goku swallowed the rest of his food before nodding. "Yeah sure!" he stated, and they sat down with a large grin. He looked them over noticing, that they wore colourful clothing, with decorative design on it.

"OH! these look good! so do these! and these too! I'm (y/n) by the way!" They cheerfully said, calling the waitress over who then took there order.

"My nmaes Swon Gokuw" Goku said, speaking with his mouth full. "You have a lovely name Goku! i have a question for you!" Goku swallowed his food, as he waited for them to continue. "go on"

"Would you like to be my husband?"

Gohan

"can I sit here?" Gohan looked up from his spot, seeing someone with (main hair colour) and (secondary hair colour). "Oh! uh sure! Sorry give me a moment please!" He said, as he removed his bags from the chair besides him. They giggled taking the seat next to him.

"thank you!" they grinned, as they took their pen out. it was a pink colour, which had (Image) designs printed on it. Gohan watched from the corner of his eyes, as they stuck the tongue out from the corner of their lips, making there notes look cute. Everything about her was so cute.

"so what's your name? I'm (y/n)!" They asked, as they turned around placing the pen next to their notebook putting their hand out to shake his. He looked up, grabbing their hand and shaking it.

"I'm Gohan!"

"So Gohan, do you wanna go on a date with me?"

Trunks

Trunks screamed as he fell to the floor, his head looking up as that's all he could do his body was badly damaged, sore and bruised. He could only open one eye, as he watched what the villain was going to do.

"You bully! how could you harm someone as cute as him?" A voice shrieked, as suddenly the villain screamed, his arm being sliced off. Trunk's eyes widened as someone appeared in front of him. They were much taller then him, and had defined muscles. His face quickly blushed.

"Pink and green stripes" He muttered looking down. He had accidentally been flashed by the one in front of him. His face felt hot, but the sound of slashing brought him back into reality. They were in a battle, and he was watching the person in front of him fight better then he ever could.;

"i think I've got my first crush" They muttered, there cheeks blushing.

[enhashoutout]

Please Only Look At Me (Fujio x reader)

Have I written a Fujio x childhood friend reader post before? Yes

Am I gonna do it again and again because Fujio + this trope is my favorite thing? Absolutely

Genre: Fluff

___ is used in place of y/n to address the reader

Reader is written with female attributes, please feel free to change these while you read if you do not identify as such

Warnings: none other than like a few kisses

I listened to "From The Start" by Laufey while writing if you want to listen to it while you read.

Inspired by my bestie @high-and-low-all-the-way 's post High and Low reactions Them as Love tropes

The one where Fujio isn't gonna lose the girl he's been in love with his whole life to some rando who doesn't know you like he does.

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___ and Fujio have been friends since they were kids. The two lived in the same housing estate at Hope Hill and were over at each other's places all the time so that they weren't home alone.

Both kids were very outgoing growing up but ___ started to retreat into a shell as puberty hit because growing up as a girl with people telling you how to act and be took a toll on her. Fujio stayed the same, extroverted and excited to make friends. The only people who get to see ___ extroverted were Fujio, Madoka, Seiji, Arata, Shinya, and Masaya. Yui too once they became friends through Madoka.

Fujio never treated ___ any differently. He saw the changes in her personality but didn't mind because he still got to see your extroverted personality when you were together. Not going separate ways once you grew older was already more than Fujio could ask for because he was scared you would grow up and realize you didn't want to be friends anymore, wanting to hang out with different people.

Fujio staying the same even through puberty, made ___ question her feelings for him. It’s not like he treated her any differently from everyone else, so why does she like him more than a friend? Because he's nice? Well, he's nice to everyone so it doesn't mean he feels the same way. Being nice is the bare minimum, so why is it different when Fujio is nice to her?

Fujio on the other hand thought his feelings were obvious. He waits for ___ to pick her up from school, even on late nights where she stays after for after school club events. He shares his food, and won't let anyone else help him patch up his injuries because "only ___ knows how to do it correctly". Fujio is brave in all situations... except for his feelings for ___; so he thought he would let his actions speak for him instead of saying it directly. She would surely pick up on the signs... right? Wrong. ___ is convinced he's just being nice because he is a nice person.

The only people that know for sure ___ likes Fujio are Madoka and Yui. She chose not to tell the boys because she was scared one of them would accidentally slip and tell Fujio, scared that he might not feel the same. More people know Fujio likes ___. Seiji, Arata, Shinya, Masaya, Tsukasa, Jamuo, and the rest of the boys who follow him. They always hear him talking about you and how much he likes you but doesn't know if you feel the same because you don't show any signs of feeling the same way. You don't blush at his words or actions, and you never seem nervous to be around him. (The truth is that you've been hiding your crush on him for so long you've gotten good at pretending he doesn't affect you in any way when he really does.)

Madoka, Seiji, Arata, Shinya, and Masaya are sure you both like each other but don't know what to do with you guys. The friend group was sworn to secrecy by the respective friend, so they weren't allowed to give the other person a little push in the right direction. It seemed you were both doomed to not know how the other felt until a certain group date was crashed.

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Madoka, Shinya, Yui, Sawamura, and a few other girls from the band club and their boyfriends were all going on a group date. Madoka, Yui, and the girls got you to tag along because they said that the boys would bring a few friends who are single also.

"I don't know guys, I don't have someone to go with. It'll be boring if I just sit there while you're all talking to your boyfriends. I don't want to be a third wheel to four different couples."

"We took care of that! The other girls told us that their boyfriends have friends who are also single and a few of the other band girls who are also single are coming too. So, you guys can all do blind-dates or even speed-dating!" (Yui)

"I don't know about this guys...."

"Come on ___, it'll be fun! Maybe you'll like one of them and stop liking Fujio," said Yui.

"Pleaseee, she's liked him since we were 6. I don't know if she'll ever stop," said Madoka.

"No need to call me out like that Madoka."

"It's true! You've liked him since we were kids. But take what Yui is saying into consideration. Maybe you'll like one of the guys that comes on the date."

"Okay fine." The other girls hugged you, squealing with excitement; happy that you agreed to come along.

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The next day after school, you guys walked to a café nearby, meeting the boys there. Your friends ran to give their boyfriends a hug, you following behind.

"Hey ___." (Shinya)

"Hey Shinya."

"Hey ___! What are you doing here?" (Sawamura)

"Madoka and Yui convinced me to come and join the blind dating. Told me it would be fun. I figured it wouldn't hurt to just mingle."

"Guys, let's go inside!" (Yui)

The group began to file into the cafe, but not before Sawamura looked at Shinya and mouthed "Text Fujio" before they all went in. Shinya didn't need to be told twice, he was already thinking about it, Sawamura just helped double confirm his thoughts. All the boys who were friends with Fujio knew he liked you, everyone was surprised none of them have spilled the secret to you. I guess that comes with being loyal to Fujio. Both guys knew that Fujio would flip if he knew you were here on a blind date.

As everyone was waiting to be seated, Shinya pulled out his phone to text Fujio.

Hey Did you know that ___ is also here?

Fujio was hanging out on the rooftop with the others when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and read the notification from Shinya, almost spitting out his drink after reading the messages.

F: What do you mean ___ is there?! Aren't you on a group date?! S: Yeah. I guess some of the other guys here brought their single friends and the girls and guys who are single are blind dating while the rest of us are on a group date. Sawamura and I just wanted to let you know she's here. F: Where are you guys? S: The café near Seiho Girl High School.

"Guys I have to go!" shouted Fujio as he ran out of Oya. The others looked at him, a bit baffled because he ran out before any of them could answer. Fujio began running towards the café. He ran and ran and didn't stop until he had arrived outside of the café. Fujio quickly entered and looked for you, seeing you talking to some random boy from another school.

"Fujio! What are you doing here?" Shinya asked out loud, pretending like he wasn't the one who notified Fujio of your whereabouts.

Fujio walked over to your table and grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the café with him without a word.

"Fujio? Fuijo, where are we going? Fujio I left my date back there by himself because you pulled me out of the café!"

Fujio turned around to look at you, not letting go of your wrist. "Don't look at anyone else."

"Huh?"

"Don't look at anyone else. Don't look at other boys. Please only look at me."

"Fujio what are you talking about?"

"I like you ___. I've liked you for a long time ___, since we were 6 years old. I've liked you every day since we met and I've been trying to show you I like you since we were 10. I haven't been able to tell you because I was scared you didn't feel the same, but I'm telling you now. All the boys know I like you, I told all of them. When Shinya and Sawamura saw you here they texted me and I came as fast as I could. I can't lose you to someone else when I've loved you my whole life ___. I love you ___! So please don't look at anyone else."

A moment of silence passed between the two as they continued to stare at each other. "Well at least accept or reject me ___. Don't leave me hanging," said Fujio.

___ grabbed a hold of Fujio's other hand, getting up on her tip toes, and kissed the boy. Fujio let go of ___'s hands to wrap his arms around her waist as he melted into the kiss. ___'s hands going up to grab his shoulders. The two finally pulled away when they needed air.

"You should've just told me that from the beginning Fujio."

"I know. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you. Be my girlfriend?"

"Yes, I would love to finally be your girlfriend."

Fujio hugged ___ and spun them in a circle. "I've been waiting my whole life to hear you say that."

"In my defense, you took a whole lifetime to ask."

He let go of the hug to look at her. "But I've been showing you that I liked you since forever!"

"Showing me how?!"

"By being extra nice to you!"

"That's not valid! You're nice to everyone!"

The two held hands and walked off, continuing to bicker back and forth about whether or not Fujio's actions spoke loud enough to convey his feelings or if he should've just verbally confessed sooner. Behind a bush, Tsukasa, Jamuo, Todoroki, Yuken, Tsuji, and Shibaman hid to look at the two.

"Well, now they're dating, but they still bicker the same way they did when we were all 6." (Jamuo)

"I don't think that'll ever change about them." (Tsukasa)

"Finally! Now we won't have to hear him mope about how ___ doesn't return his feelings anymore!" (Tsuji)

"Yeah but now it's gonna turn into him talking about how much he loves her instead." (Shibaman)

Yuken was taking a picture of the two walking hand in hand.

"Uhhh what are you doing?" (Todoroki)

"Sending it to the Housen-Suzuran group chat obviously." (Yuken)

"You guys have a group chat?" (Todoroki)

"Yeah. It's new. Made it since Rao and Sachio are friends now." (Yuken)

"Are you updating Rao on Fujio's love life?" (Tsukasa)

"Yes. And making Binzo jealous." (Yuken)

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TA-DAH! You made it to the end! This was just something small and fun I wrote today when I got a break from class and training at my new job. I miss writing😭 I need to get back into writing more, I didn't get to post anything in the Summer. This blog is gonna see an insane amount of self-indulgent fluff fics being posted because I'm gonna need those to get through my Master's program this year (help I'm dreading it already and this is only my second day)😭😂

© This work is copyrighted by enhashoutout. I only post my work on this Tumblr account. I do not allow people to repost or translate my work without my permission. If you do see anyone doing so, please let me know. Writers work hard on their stories, please don't be a crappy human and take our work. ♡

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[kenjakusbrainstem]

Defenseless (Mahito x Reader)

Contains: Rape, body horror, multiple limbs, Mahito's hand cock (as mentioned in my other fics).

Hello! Day 15 of Kinktober: Noncon. For the amount of Mahito dub/noncon that I do write, this was kinda difficult. I tried to make sure it was different than the other Mahito stuff I've done, don't want things to seem too samey. I wanted to try something new, which is why I took a scene with my oc and changed it. Hopefully it still reads well despite being plucked out of that plot. Crossposted to Ao3 under the same name and shared to twt at kenjakusbrain. Comment or rb if you have any thoughts or want to hear more about my AU, perhaps I'll post some of it after kinktober.

The school was supposed to be a safe place, one where there were plenty of people around to keep students safe. Especially at a Goodwill Event, when the teachers from multiple schools were there on the same campus. This year's Goodwill Event had been a disaster thus far. You’d gotten separated from your classmates and decided to simply search for low level cursed spirits to exorcise when the strange veil lowered. 

Despite the supposed safety, you knew something was wrong when you attempted to reach out to your classmates via cellphone but were unable. With Yuuta overseas you normally paired up with Inumaki, your technique’s meshing fairly well. It was helpful to nearly any sorcerer to be paired with you though, as your ability was to use reversed cursed technique on others. Your weapon proficiency didn’t usually matter, but since this was supposed to be a friendly battle, you only had your wits and two daggers you weren’t fully comfortable with to protect yourself. 

While you were confident in your ability to exorcise some low level curses, the uncertainty of what was going on had you on edge. 

Slowly you crept toward a part of the campus people rarely went to, you neared the path to the Tomb of the Star Corridor, assuming that there would be some form of guard there. As you made it to the edge of the wooded area near the stairs, you were shocked to find the end of the barrier. It seemed whatever was going on had nothing to do with Tengen. 

It made sense to you that whatever the strange barrier was, that is where the trouble had to be. It wouldn’t hurt to hide or at least find someone of authority to alert. 

You met surprisingly little resistance as you burst through the veil, heading over toward the only building you could see. If you remembered correctly, it was a warehouse that the school used to store cursed objects. Looking around, you didn’t see any guards, so you slowly approached the building before slipping in through the door quietly. 

Inside wasn’t what you expected to see, two horribly transfigured humans laid on the floor of the storage room. You froze, hands immediately flying to your daggers as you looked around. It seemed like it was just you and the transfigured humans. Remembering the work of the Patchwork curse, you were on edge. 

Kneeling next to one of the bodies, you attempted to use your technique to assist them in some way. Focusing all of your energy into the palms of your hands, you attempted to restore the assistant that was still moving. Unexpectedly, right before your eyes you watched as the assistant slowly morphed back, his skin returning to a normal shade. You checked the pulse and to your surprise it was faint.

This changed things, unfortunately you felt drained, not expecting to exert that much energy. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to get the assistant back to your teachers soon.

“Oh what do we have here? Did you do this?” A playful voice filled the room. You looked up, shocked to hear another person when you could have swore the room was empty moments ago.

There was no doubt in your mind who it was when he stepped closer, stitches visible on his face, barely obscured by his long blue hair. The curse had an excited look on his face, like he’d just discovered a new toy to play with. As you both looked at the man that used to be transfigured in front of you, you thought to yourself that this was the only time you would have rather been too late to save someone.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, standing upright. Your hands gripped your daggers but with the energy you just used, you couldn’t help but feel exhausted. Still you weren’t going to back down, that wasn’t what a sorcerer would do.

The curse laughed, taking a step toward you. You couldn’t help but step back, but you miscalculated, tripping over the other transfigured human on the ground and stumbling onto your back. The move was a grave mistake, you felt yourself getting dizzy as your head cracked against the floor.

“You managed to change one of my toys back! That’s so strange, if you came with me I wouldn’t have to worry about them breaking so easily. Say, doesn’t that sound fun?” The curse sounded much more excitable than you expected. You hadn’t expected him to speak with the enthusiasm of a child.

The dizziness in your head made it hard to fully comprehend what he was talking about. When he said toys did he mean the assistants? Confusion mixed with fear in your mind to create panic, though your hands gripped your weapons tightly even on the ground, you were somehow less confident than normal in your ability to protect yourself.

You didn’t have the chance to find your voice, because he was on top of you in a flash. The curse was much faster than you had expected. He didn’t touch you immediately, instead choosing to cage you in. For some reason this scared you more, knowing enough about him to know that his abilities functioned through touch. What could he have planned if not killing you right away.

“I’m not allowed to kill any students, but if I hit you hard enough you should forget most of this,” His words didn’t match the tone he was using. The curse sounded like he was discussing a fun pass time he was unable to partake in, not murder. Even though he hadn’t said much, you didn’t want to listen any longer. The pain in your head was already making your head throb, something about trying to understand the curse just made it throb worse. 

You held up your weapons, ready to strike if he moved any closer. Or you thought you were. Before you knew it your hands were empty, daggers ripped from them by a limb protruding from his back that you somehow hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

“Now since you can negate my abilities on others, I wonder what you can do to yourself,” The curse thought aloud, hands reaching for your face. You quickly moved your arms up to protect yourself, not that you could do much. 

As you felt his hands grasp your forearms, you knew you needed to act quickly. Your skin felt like it was boiling hot where his hands touched, as if the skin could slough off onto the ground or be reshaped like playdoh. Though you were exhausted, you pushed all of your remaining energy into your arms. Even with your best attempt at keeping yourself safe, you could feel his power was much stronger than yours.

“Fascinating! No one’s ever been able to resist Idle Transfiguration before! I wish I could take you back with me, you’re exactly what he’s looking for in a sorcerer,” He rambled as he spoke, a look of amazement in his eyes. He was clearly excited, but you had no idea who or what he was talking about. 

It was hard for you to focus, though you’d stopped his attack it felt like something was seriously wrong with your arms. In the dim light of the warehouse it was so hard to tell though. 

Opening your mouth to speak, you were stopped by a pair of unexpected lips on yours. The kiss, if you could call it that, full of tongue and teeth. His tongue slipped into your mouth even though you tried to close it. Everything about him was so overwhelming and strange, you’d never felt a kiss so terrifying before.

You tried to lift your arms in an attempt to push him away, but you could barely move them an inch without pain shooting up your body. You had put all of your remaining energy into trying to block his attack, and it hadn’t even been able to stop it. Groaning at the pain in your arms, you wanted nothing more than for him to leave or knock you out. Pulling away from the kiss, he giggled at what you were sure must have been a horrified look on your face.

“You’re getting me so excited just thinking about it. Say will you stay quiet for me so I can try something? I really think you’d be perfect for one of his experiments,” His words made your blood run cold. They sounded so threatening, and who exactly was he talking about? As far as you knew, this curse operated alone, so to have him actively referencing a partner of sorts was alarming.

Without warning the curse flipped your skirt up, exposing your panties to him. You tried to wiggle away, but it was no use, you were on the floor nearly pushed up completely against the wall. The only way out was through him and that wasn’t happening without help.

You watched in fear as the hand in front of you changed shape and size, taking the form of an erect cock. How hard did you hit your head, exactly? You didn’t remember anyone saying that he could manipulate his body into different shapes, but you also just might not have been paying attention. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that, you attempted to close your legs, but you felt two hands wrap around your ankles. 

“Even at a time like this you’re trying to fight back? What a good little sorcerer you are,” The mocking tone in his voice made you angry. You felt the blunt head of the cock rubbing against your pussy through your panties, as if he were teasing you instead of torturing. You lifted your hips to try and get away from him, but the hands around your ankles pulled you closer.

The sudden jerking movement made you hit your head on the ground again, vision blacking out for a moment. Through the haze of fighting to stay conscious, you felt a hot, stretching pain as he entered you. Forcing your eyes open, you were met with the mischievous patchwork grin staring at you, he looked like he had just played a harmless prank on you. Like he wasn’t violating you.

The curse’s movement inside you was slow at first, filling you up carefully as if he were measuring your insides. You could feel the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix, a shiver running down your spine at being filled completely. No human would be able to do this, the strange image of just how large the cock inside you was filling your mind. 

You watched his smile grow wider as he slowly pulled out of you. It almost felt pleasurable, the way the thick cock felt inside of you. That is until you felt the stretch of the head against your entrance. The curse paused, not pulling all the way out of you yet. For a moment you thought he was finished, but that thought was only able to linger in your mind for a few seconds before he slammed his cock back into you.

The curse’s thrusts had gone from soft exploration to a violent attack, each one coming right after the other. You choked, having trouble even breathing as you felt the head of his cock slamming up against your cervix. The pain of being fucked so hard by something far too big made you feel sick, but the way his cock rubbed up against your walls felt good. If each thrust didn’t make you want to cry, you could have at least pretended to enjoy it.

His pace increased, the speed he was fucking into you made it impossible to try and get away. You didn’t even have time to think between thrusts. Trying to make it bearable, you attempted to focus on the drag of his cock inside you, it did feel good, the way you could feel the veins against your walls. It wasn’t enough though, you couldn’t take your mind off of the pain.

As quickly as it started though, he froze inside of you. Something had caused him to stop and you had no idea what it was. Was someone here to save you? Had you been found? Part of you didn’t want to be found like this, no one needed to see just how weak you had been.

The curse rammed his cock into your cervix again, pressing in and not moving away. 

“It seems I’ve gotta go now, the veil is gone, you’re so much fun though I hate to leave you like this. Next time I catch you, I’ll finish this. Don’t miss me too much, cutie!” As soon as he was finished speaking, he ripped his cock from you. You felt something inside you tear with the violent motion. His hands left your ankles, though you wanted to get up and fight him, you were unable to do nothing more than curl in on yourself. 

You watched through teary eyes as he picked something up. Had he been carrying something when you first encountered him? Your brain was too scrambled to remember any details. 

“Oh right, you’ve seen me! Don’t want you remembering too much,” He giggled to himself, again his speech making you think of a child. 

He stepped over you, his shoes right in front of your face. You didn’t have time to register the sharp kick to your temple as you felt consciousness leave you.