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metal-mouse · 4 months ago

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Devils and Heathens Alike

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x f!Concubine Reader (M/F Pairing)

Themes: Smut. Dom Sukuna x Sub Reader. King x Concubine trope. True form Sukuna (extra arms and mouths baby).

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Smut. F!Receiving oral. Unprotected p in v. Restraints. Power dynamic. Rough intercourse. Objectification. Degradation. Hair pulling. Choking. Guys it’s Sukuna, he’s gonna be mean. This is just pure filth.

Summary: 3k. You are Sukuna’s favourite concubine, and his favourite time of day is when you crawl into his bed.

Note: I’m down fucking bad. I hate Sukuna. I need him carnally, and this trope is just so damn tasty. This definitely started as a ‘hear me out’ text. I also think this is the smuttiest smut I’ve ever written. Maybe I need to find religion. Did y’all know I write fic sometimes? Yeah, I didn’t either. I don’t edit things sorry :)

The King of Curses. That is who you served. That was who you now walked towards, wearing a gossamer thin dress that did nothing to conceal your body from prying eyes. Yet, despite always feeling so exposed, not a single one of Sukuna Ryomen’s servants or members of his court would dare look at you while you roamed the halls. Not when they would face the wrath of their master for ogling that which is his.

Sukuna lounged on his large bed, one arm lazily curled behind his head as he watched you approach with appraising eyes. When he’d brought you here to be his concubine, initially you had resisted. His size, his power, his reputation… he was the most intimidating and sinister figure you’d ever met - until he waited for you.

The first time he had brought you to his bed, when you had pulled away from his touch with a noise of fear and protest, he’d stopped. Sukuna Ryomen was a figure who took what he wanted, when he wanted. Yet for you… He spent weeks ‘courting’ you with gentle touches and begrudgingly kind words. He had no use being kind to pathetic little humans, but for your body he was willing to make the sacrifice.

The first time you had given him permission, he didn’t even wait for the sanctuary of his bed. He’d picked you up and took out weeks of pent up sexual frustrations out on your tight hole right against the wall. You had seen stars, screaming yourself hoarse from the countless orgasms he had coaxed from you. When he had finally laid you down in his bed, you had to stay there for two days before you had the strength in your legs to walk again.

Months had now passed since you’d given yourself to Sukuna as his precious little concubine, always near him as though you were an accessory to his daily outfit, and you had grown to anticipate these moments. You’d grown to love the thrill that went down your spine and peaked your nipples just by the way he looked at you like he was going to devour your very soul - starting at your cunt.

As you walked towards the massive bed where the King of Curses lounged naked, your hands rose to the straps keeping your barely there dress on your body. You pushed them to the side, letting the thin fabric pool on the ground as you smoothly stepped out of it. Sukuna’s chin lifted in approval, his eyes trained on you and the way your body moved as you climbed up into bed with him and crawled towards him making sure to hold his gaze just the way he liked.

Two of his large hands came up, gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him all while one of his arms stayed behind his head and the other reached out to caress the soft skin of your belly and roam up between your breasts.

“You’re eager today.” His deep voice practically pierced your heart every time you heard him speak.

“I can’t help needing you.” Your voice quickly lost momentum as Sukuna’s large hand teased over your breast and came up to wrap around your neck.

“Such a needy little slut. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one being used.” All you could do was gasp as his hand tightened around your neck, his two other hands holding you in place by your hips while the smug bastard lounged lazily and watched you with those burning crimson eyes, “And that won’t do at all.”

Sukuna sat up, looming over you as he pushed you down onto your back. His single free hand came up, tenderly brushing some hair from your face - likely the only gentleness he would show you tonight. Your chin lifted, a silent plea for a kiss. He didn’t oblige you. Instead he gripped your hair and pulled your head back further exposing the column of your neck. The hand he’d wrapped around your throat roamed southward, cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers eliciting a soft whine from your throat.

“What a pretty little sound from a pathetic little human.” Sukuna sneered, leaning in and licking a stripe up your neck.

“If I’m so pathetic, why are you so desperate for me?” Your question was met with a sharp bite at the base of your neck, Sukuna’s grip on your hips tightening.

“Don’t give me attitude, brat.” His voice was a deep growl in your ear as he gave your hair a sharp tug. You whimpered softly, your eyes closing at the sensation of his breath hot on your skin and his hand fisted in your hair. Sukuna’s hands on your hips roamed downwards, curving in and hooking around your inner thighs as he pried your legs apart. You reached out, gently caressing the skin of his biceps and shoulders before wrapping your arms around his neck and teasing at his skin with your nails.

He held your legs open, leaning down and trailing hot kisses and licks down your collar, down your chest, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Sukuna’s strength held you in place as you let out a shuddering moan, his teeth nipping at your sensitive flesh and his tongue swirling over your nipple making it stand at attention. As he bit and sucked at your tits, his grip held firm in your hair holding your head back. Sukuna’s thumbs massaged at your inner thighs, so close yet so far from your aching heat.

Your hips lifted, bucking as you desperately tried to get him to touch you exactly where you wanted. You whined out when one of his thumbs brushed against your wet folds, only for him to pull back and give you a slap on your pussy making your thighs pull closer together.

“Do that again, and I won’t touch you at all. You can choke on my cock then go. Do you understand?” Sukuna pulled your head up roughly to look him in the eyes as he warned you.

“Y-yes.” You tried to nod, your head barely moving from the grip he had on your hair.

“Good girl, now hold still.” His praise went straight to your cunt as he pulled your legs apart roughly, pinning them in place with his massive hands. Sukuna pushed himself up a little, his crimson eyes taking in every single inch of your figure. He didn’t touch you, he simply looked at you with his every intention clear in his gaze. Fuck, you loved to see that look in his eyes. A threat that you wouldn’t be walking anywhere for the next few days, and an unspoken promise that you’d instead be carried anywhere you needed to go.

It pained you to stay so still, while Sukuna’s eyes caught on your slick slit and he seemed captivated by it. He didn’t even have to touch you for you to be whining out for him. The sweet, needy sounds you were making made his gaze finally lift to your face.

“Do you want me to touch you, slut?” You were nodding before he even finished asking his question.

“Please. Please Sukuna, I need it. Please touch me.” It took every ounce of self-control you had to follow his orders and stay still. You wanted to feel him all over, you wanted to kiss him, you wanted him to be buried deep inside of you. You felt like you might catch on fire if he didn’t do something.

He let out a dark chuckle, stroking the pad of his thumb along your entrance and spreading your slick up to your clit that he slowly started to circle. He was barely fucking touching you and your toes were already curling. Sukuna’s touch became more firm, a shudder running through your body at the sheer relief that he gave you. The contact of his rough skin over your clit was glorious, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“A-ah!” You cried out as one of his thick fingers pushed into you. His lower hands gripped your calves, pushing your knees up and apart before he pinned you by the backs of your thighs in his strong grip. The hand in your hair moved to your throat, his thumb pushing against your jaw to force you to look at his face as his thick digit slowly pushed in and out of your drenched hole.

Doing your best not to squirm, your nails bit into the skin of his shoulders. You needed to brace on something while he fingerfucked you and his thumb rubbed lazy circles over your clit. The sound of your desperate moans and whimpers had an arrogant little smirk playing at Sukuna’s lips. He loved to see you like this, with nowhere to go while he toyed with you.

Sukuna’s grip on your throat tightened, giving you that delicious head rush feeling that only amplified the tension in your body as his finger buried deep inside of you and curled forward to press against that sensitive spot which he would sometimes tease until you were in tears. You tried to nod, gasping and letting out strangled moans as his finger pumped and curled into you.

“I’m going to fuck this pretty little hole.” Sukuna’s voice rumbled as he leaned in close enough that his lips barely brushed against yours. You whimpered trying to lift your head to meet him in a kiss, but he held you down by your neck.

“Please…” Your voice was but a whisper, but you knew that he heard you.

“Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you cum.” His lips curled into a sadistic smile, showing off his sharp teeth as he pushed another finger inside of you and buried his fingers to the knuckle over and over again while rubbing circles on your clit. Faster and faster his fingers fucked into your pussy, and that familiar pressure began to coil up in your core like a spring that was ready to snap. Your thighs trembled from where they were pinned into place by Sukuna, your toes curling and your mouth falling open as you began to cross that edge over into pure bliss - when he stopped.

Sukuna left you crying out and whining in protest as he abruptly pulled his fingers out. He lifted his hand to his stomach, the mouth there splitting open as his large tongue cleaning your slick off of his fingers as he grinned at you.

“What a sweet little toy.” He praised, letting go of you entirely, “on all fours.”

Breathing heavily, and still in emotional distress from your ruined orgasm you did as he said, rolling over onto your knees and planting your palms against the bed. Two of his hands spread your legs to the position he wanted, taking a firm grip of your hips. He pushed your face down towards the bed so your ass was in the air, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back and holding them in place with one large hand.

Your eyes practically rolled back when you felt the engorged head of his cock press against your entrance. Sukuna’s grip on your hips and your wrists became tighter, his free hand guiding himself into your dripping cunt.

“Fu— unh…” You didn’t even have it in yourself to form words as he sheathed himself inside of you, his hips pressed tight up against your ass. Sukuna’s second mercy of the night was the way he stayed still for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Slowly his hips pulled back and rolled into you, a muttered curse spilling from his lips at the way you wrapped around his cock.

Sukuna fucked you at a steady, deep pace that had you drooling onto the bed. You couldn’t keep your mouth closed, incoherent sounds keening from your throat with every thrust. Your fingers flexed futilely, desperate to clutch onto anything as he held your wrists firmly against your back. With nothing to ground you to this reality, you were left seeing stars as he pounded into you over and over again. He filled you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots and giving you that satisfying stretched sensation.

“Fucking slut, you love it when I use you.” Sukuna’s voice was a growl. You managed to nod, moaning stupidly with your eyes squeezed shut as that heavy pressure coiled at your core again. “I can feel you tightening around me, do you want to cum, brat?” He sneered.

“Uh-huh.” Your confirmation was drawn out into a moan. Sukuna’s deep thrusts hadn’t stopped for a moment, his vice-like grip on your hips held you in place.

“Use your words.” He demanded, sounding a little breathless himself.

“W-wanna cum. Please.” It took every ounce of brainpower you still held to whine out the words. He let out a dark laugh, his free hand wrapping around you so his fingers could circle your clit as he drilled into you and pinned you in place.

“Cum.” And just liked that the hot pressure built up in your core snapped. Sukuna’s grip held you firmly in place as your orgasm rocked through your whole body with your thighs tensing, toes curling, and back arching so beautifully. He didn’t stop, pounding into you as your walls pulsed and clenched around his cock coaxing him deeper and deeper. You were a squirming mess of loud moans and desperate cries. You needed something to hold onto, you needed to breathe, you needed him to fuck you like this forever.

As your orgasm subsided, he pushed you away roughly and turned you on your back. He was on you in an instant, grabbing you behind your knees and pushing your legs up and apart as he grabbed your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. He angled his cock against your mess of an entrance and slammed back into you without mercy.

Sukuna grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look up at him while he held all control. While he pinned you in place and resumed pounding your cunt, his wicked crimson eyes scanned over your features. They looked down at your tits that bounced with every roll of his hips. Of how gods damned small you were underneath him. His head tilted as he looked down between your legs and watched himself disappear into your pussy repeatedly. His head lifted, and he finally leaned in and kissed you.

His kisses were always all-consuming, heated, and rough. His tongue pushed past your lips, which you parted obediently as you drank in the intimacy of the kiss all while moaning into him without a single thought. As your tongues met, Sukuna’s strength holding you still, you felt a curious sensation. The familiar pleasure of Sukuna’s cock filling you to the brim was met with a wet, spongy feeling flicking at your clit. Gasping, you managed to pull away from the kiss to look and see the mouth on his stomach had parted enough to slide his tongue out to tease at your clit as he fucked you.

Over and over his tongue flicked and swirled around your over sensitive bundle of nerves, his hips rolling in tandem. It was like your brain snapped, you weren’t even sure if you were making noise now or if your mouth was just hanging open as your eyes rolled back from the blinding pleasure. Much to Sukuna’s pleasure, he got to watch the look on your face and listen to the ragged cries that spilled from you, sometimes interspersed with half-words and pleas.

Sensitive and overstimulated, it didn’t take long for you to crash headlong into another orgasm. Wailing out and thrashing to get away from Sukuna and the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on you only tightened as he helped you ride it out as you made a complete mess of his cock. He growled, his brows furrowing as your cunt pulsed and milked him.

“Gonna fill you ‘til you’re dripping with cum.” His words were a threat and a promise, but they barely registered in your mind. Nothing registered except for the throbbing pleasure in your pussy and the heat that spread across your whole body. He held your jaw in his hand, forcing you to look up at him. He loved that fucked out look in your eyes, the dazed expression in your face, the heat behind your skin. His thrusts grew more and more frantic until he let out a little grunt, fucking you deep and slow as he came. His grip on your legs and wrists became bruising as he emptied himself inside of you, with every roll of his hips your juices mixed with his seed spilling out of you.

When satisfied, Sukuna pulled out and looked down to assess his work. A pleased little smirk spread on his lips at the messy sheen of fluids slowly dripping from your cunt.

“Good girl.” His voice was a deep murmur, and he slowly released you from his grip and let your limbs sink to the soft mattress. With a resigned sigh, the King of Curses lay down beside you tugging you close with an arm. Fucked utterly stupid, your hormones and emotions ran high with tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. All four arms wrapped around you, holding you close just the way you liked as your body shook from the intensity of your sex. Sukuna pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close.

For the rest of the night, Sukuna would begrudgingly take care of you, bringing you food and water and holding you while your body and mind recovered from experiencing him. While he insisted it was foolish, annoying, and an insult to his status… there was no denying the tender touch he applied after having you.

One day, you knew he may grow bored of you, a curse was a fickle thing after all. Yet, for now, you would bask in his attention and his care that he pretended to hate so much. He’d chosen you. He’d waited. He’d let you become the best part of his day. You curled up against him, anchored by the strength of his body and closed your eyes, content to do it all again.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen smut #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #I remembered how to write guys!!!#divider by: thecutestgrotto #reni fics

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flos-obsessivus · 2 months ago

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Severin and Ivory Intro!

You are the king’s loyal retainer, you were once a human turned magical being when you were trapped inside the mirror. And yes, you are that mirror, the very same mirror who is known all across the lands as all encompassing and all knowing. Luckily, when Severin, the current king, your majesty, was about 14, he was able to break the curse that befell upon you, and you were fortunate enough to retain all of the powers that you had when you were still trapped inside the mirror.

Now you follow him like a guard dog, or a lost puppy, just someone who helps Severin in his day to day life. You are actually decent in being a servant funnily enough, and Severin seems to have that same sentiment as he refuses to have other servants serve him, even in waking up, dressing up, and even during bath time. You’re the only one who does everything for him, but it didn’t bother you as much as you are basically inhuman now.

Currently, the kingdom is facing the same pain in the ass from like, a hundred years ago. Ivory, your ex-king, ex-friend, and ex-human being. He’s become a vampire after some kind of breakdown after you admitted that you liked Severins grandfather compared to him. You also did say something about liking him when he was younger because he wasn’t as crazy back then, so now he assumes the form of a child, probably to make you like him again. Weird thought process because he's still as possessive and crazy as when he was an adult, even if he shapeshifts into his younger form.

Well, anyways he’s been annoying not only you, but also Severin. He keeps sneaking in the castle to kidnap you but you always manage to avoid him before he does, and if he manages to actually kidnap you, you would just teleport away mainly due to the fact that you still had unfinished work of making Severin that cake that he wanted, which prompts a temper tantrum which causes Ivory to send out a whole monster army in anger.

In response, there would be an all out war between Ivory and Severin which is NOT ideal when your ideal outcome is where the whole kingdom survives. You had to basically mediate between both parties where you had to essentially beg Severin to let you go with Ivory for the rest of the day so nobody would die. Also, this happens every week to the point that both the human army and the monster army would just stand in attendance and ‘fight’ for like five minutes until Ivory can get in the castle to fight Severin, by then their work is done and they go back to whatever they were doing. Severin and Ivory are also strong enough to not die but still get injured, so you had to patch both of them up while verbally abusing each other.

You should probably propose a schedule where they can have you within a certain day or something, like how divorced parents agree on a schedule when they take their kids during specific days of the week. That would be ideal.

A/N I don't know why the fic is taking me so long when this took me like less than an hour. To be fair that one was basically Ivory's background story so... Anyways, here you go! They are officially out of jail yippieeee!!!

Also I might redesign Severin's outfit because it's not cunty enough for me.

P.s Edited the last part of the 3rd paragraph, hopefully its more understadable?

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x you #severin oc #ivory oc #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #my art

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hornyroyale · 1 month ago

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pillow talk

Art the Clown x Reader

(SMUT)

5.7k words

Also posted on AO3

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Halloween.

One year ago, there was a massacre in Miles County. The now dead suspect was a tall, scrawny clown. The outfit contained half black, half white jumpsuit, with fluffy black pom poms. A white, painted face, with black details on his face. Bald white head with a little black top hat finished his look. When the police arrived at the scene, the clown shot himself through the mouth, admitting him as deceased.

Maybe.

Who knows.

Little kids flooded the streets with their parents, going door to door, filling their baskets with sweet, teeth rotting treats. One of the funniest holidays in the world. For kids, it’s the free candy and dressing up as their favorite things. For teens, it’s the amount of alcohol they consume at parties. For adults, it’s nothing, because they already hit their mid life crisis and can’t be happy anymore.

Doorbell rings, and a bowl of candy is swiftly picked up by the insider and she opens the door to meet with a group of kids. A smile reaches her face, adoring the cute excitement they have at the sight of the king sized bars in a plastic bowl, and she could tell that her house might get populated quick if the word gets around.

The kids leave and she waves to them goodbye, smiling as the door shuts, and soon the bowl is placed on a nearby table. Heading to the kitchen, she opens up the freezer to pull out a bag of frozen tator tots. Her airfryer opens up as she dumps a serving of the mini potatoes. The airfryer shuts and she turns it on, waiting for her snack to heat up. Her house rings with the doorbell once again, and she picks up the bowl of candy to meet with a little girl with her mom in the cutest tinkerbell costume.

With a cute giggle, she holds up a plastic pumpkin that had goodies in it. A king sized kitkat meets with the others and the face of the little girl lights up. The insider smiles at the young girl, saying her goodbyes so that she can go back to cooking her snack. Shortly after she shut the door, another ring echoed and she opened the door with the bowl again just to be met with a man.

Not sure if it’s a man, but it sure is a clown.

His outfit consisted of a jumpsuit that had a half black, half white scheme going on, as long with black puffy buttons and a white collar. He had stained, fingerless gloves wrapped around his hands. His face was painted white, his whole head was white. With his white face, he had black paint around his eyes, mouth, a dot on his nose, and expressive eyebrows, all completed with a cute little black top hat. A creepy grin was met on his face as he held out a black trash bag, implying he wanted candy.

The insider is frightened by his “costume” but she will admit, it’s really creative and well done. Best one she’s seen all day, even though the ones before were all kids, and this is an adult.

“Well hi there!”, she greets with a smile, even though she’s secretly terrified of this terrifier. “Your costume is very well done!”. She did figure that if he worked hard on it, it would mean a lot if she would compliment it.

The clown still has a grin on face while holding his big bag out in hopes to get candy. Even though he might be too old. The insider picks up her bowl of candy and the clown eyes sparkle. She grins at his reaction and chuckles, but he still doesn’t peep a word.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”.

A nod comes out of the clown.

There’s silence between the two and she can tell he’s getting impatient.

“You know, clown guy. Keep a secret for me?”.

The clown nods eagerly, and soon his bag opens wider when she grabs a handful of the candy bars and drops them in his bag.

“Don’t tell anyone I gave you a bunch of king sized bars, I don’t want anyone getting jealous”, she teased. “It’ll be our little secret”.

A wink appeared on her face, and the clown shut his bag that contained his candy, also returning the wink. The bag flew over his shoulder like he was Santa carrying a sack, and his hand gave a friendly wave to her as he bounced away. She shut the door, also waving goodbye. The noise from her airfryer went off, telling her that her tater tots are done.

“Dude are you on your way?”.

“I’m hurrying as fast as I can Sienna. My fucking shirt has a stain on it so I have to improvise”.

Her phone was mounted up against her desk’s mirror and she scavenged through her closet for a shirt that was close to her original design. All she had on was a black lace bra, green miniskirt, fishnets, and black boots that went up her shins. Her hair was down in curls with green hair spray shining through. She was supposed to be a seductive, sexy joker, but with her shirt dirty, her outfit isn’t complete.

“I might not be able to show up for a while. I’m gonna quickly wash my shirt and see if the stain will come out. If not, I’ll just be a boring Joker I guess”.

“Well I wish you could hurry. Allie hasn’t answered any of my calls or texts at all or Brooke’s as well. Has she messaged you?”.

“Not that I know of. Her phone’s probably dead anyways”.

She picks up her phone from her desk.

“I’ll let you know when I’m on my way. Love you lots!”.

“Love you too Y/N”.

She hung up, then grabbed her stained shirt and headed over to her laundry room. Luckily her parents are out of town, because there’s no way they would let her leave the house in a slutty costume, but Halloween is the one time a year a girl can dress like a total slut. Regina George would be proud of her.

Her washer was opened wide, and she tossed her shirt, as well as some other white clothes that were in the dirty clothes basket just so she could be a little helpful around the house. The washer was then shut, and bleach was poured in where the detergent goes. Apparently if bleach gets on your skin, it could make it soggy and slimey because of the pH level. Hopefully nobody has to go through that. I bet it would hurt.

Just thinking about that made her shiver, and she was extra careful when pouring the bleach, but it ran out before she could even fill to the brim. She shook the jug over it to get extra drops before she just gave up and did with what she had. She closed the detergent drawer, then started the washing machine, the empty bottle was placed on the shelf above, and she made a mental note to go shopping to buy more so that her parents don’t get upset.

She picks up her phone and shoots a text to Sienna.

Y/N: how’s the party?

Sienna: I’m fucked up right now

Sienna: My mom is pissed at my brother too because he brought a dead animal to school apparently and he’s blaming it on the clown that massacred a ton of people last year

Y/N: didn’t you see that clown the other day lol?

Sienna: It was probably some loser dressed up as him, but apparently that worker was found dead after I left

Y/N: crazyyy. maybe it was him

Sienna: I’m starting to think it was

Y/N: a clown came to my door early. adult man, in a black and white clown costume, bald. isn’t that your guy you saw too?

There was no response from Sienna.

Bubbles would pop up.

But no response.

Y/N: Sienna?

Still nothing

Her phone might’ve died as well.

The doorbell rung, but with her being shirtless, she quickly grabbed a hoodie that was hanging up on a hook and put it on so that way she wouldn’t expose herself to a potential little kid. Grabbing the bowl of candy, she opened the door expecting a group of kids waiting for candy.

It’s the clown again.

Something’s different with his costume.

There’s blood all over.

She’s frightened because of the conversation she just had, but she needs to keep her cool that way she won’t be his next target, even though she’s saying silent prayers in her head so that she stays alive. She puts a smile on her face and greets him once again.

“Hello there! I see you added some color to your costume!”. She giggles awkwardly. The clown nods with a big grin on his face. There’s no telling if it’s fake blood, and with the slight scent of iron, there’s no way that it is.

That’s real blood.

“Look at the both of us, we’re both dressed up as clowns, except yours is way better than mine!”. Trying to keep the conversation as positive as she can, she hopes that he’ll go to someone else instead. The silence starts between them, and she knows that’s not good, but she can’t think of what to say. The clown takes a small step towards her and she blurts out something without even thinking.

“Do you want to come inside for a bit? I’m waiting for something to get out of the washer”.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Why did she say that?

Without thinking twice, the clown welcomes himself in like he owns the place, and sits down comedic like on a chair in the living room. Not much she can do now, she just dug her own grave. But, in most horror movies that she watches, a lot of victims die from being rude to the killer, so maybe he’s like them.

She sits across from him, managing distance, but not too obvious.

Should she offer a drink, a snack, ask him why he came back?

Thumbs twiddle on her lap so that she can think of something, but this clown makes himself feel at home. She wishes she could get a word out of him, but he doesn’t make a noise at all. Not a single peep.

“Do you want a beverage? Or any snacks? You are my guest, I hope I can make you feel welcomed”. He nods his head aggressively but again, with him being silent, it’s hard to understand him.

“Can I get you something to write on so that I can know what you want?”.

The clown just stands up and walks over to her, and now her life is at risk, she at least thinks, but he holds his hand out, implying that he wants her to stand up. Hesitating, she grabs it and he pulls her up, then walks her to her kitchen. She stands there as the stranger goes through her cabinets, looking for goodies.

“Can I get a name at least?”.

He stops, and fear runs through her body again. A knife shines on her counter and he picks it up.

This is it.

She’s gone now.

Her parents will come back from vacation and see their dead daughter dead in the kitchen.

Eyes are slammed shut, but nothing happens. Instead, various fruits and vegetables are cut up to look like letters. A banana peel is cut in half to create an upside down “V”, and the banana goes through the center to make it an “A”. A carrot in a straight line, and chopped up cucumbers to connect to the carrot to make a “R”, and finally, two pieces of celery together in the shape of a “T”.

Art.

“Art?”.

‘Art’ nods his head up and down with a fat smile, happy that she discovered who she was.

Art the clown.

The same name of the clown in the Miles County massacre.

This was the clown.

Standing in her house.

He could kill her any second.

Silence fills the room again, for a long period of time, and she can tell that he’s starting to get impatient, but she doesn’t know what to think.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to get to know you Art”. She extends her hand for a handshake and he takes it, not breaking eye contact with her.

Oh why her.

Why is it that she has to be the one in danger?

Finally he lets go of her hand and he has a bigger smile on his face.

This might just be her fate.

Her washer goes off, cutting the silence and she turns her head towards the laundry room. Excusing herself, she walks inside and opens the washer, pulling out her wet shirt. The stain did disappear, but no use anyways. It’s not like she could go to the party now. She’ll be dead. She turns around and almost jumps at the sight of Art leaning against her door frame, huge smile, and raising his eyebrows up and down.

Well, he is a clown, gotta stick to the part. Coming toward her again, he grabs her wet shirt and shakes it like crazy to get some water out, then hands it back to her, pointing at her hoodie.

“You want me to put on my shirt? I need to put it in the dryer first”. Still with his arms crossed, he doesn’t move. This freaks her out more.

Well she is a slutty joker. Might as well have a wet shirt to add more to the character.

“Okay, I will. Look away though”. She teased. His hands covered his eyes in a clown-like manner and he would open his fingers to reveal his eye, but Y/N would roll hers with a smile and shoo him away. Turning around this time, she was able to slip her hoodie off and put on her shirt. The water stuck to her body, and it was cold. Her bra was showing through the material and she clenched from the feeling. Wet clothes are really uncomfortable. She pats the clown on the shoulder and he takes his hands off his face and makes an “O” shape with his mouth.

Subtle claps are made and he jumps up and down.

“Does it fit with the slut aesthetic?”.

Rapid nods come from him, and he comes closer to her quickly and holds her face like he was a grandmother with her grandchild. Guess he likes seeing another clown. Her hands go on top of his and she smiles up at him, removing his off her face.

“Glad that you like it. I am supposed to be at a party tonight and I really hate to cut this short, but I’m sure if I don’t show up, my friends will be really disappointed in me. I promise that we’ll get to talk more later”.

He didn’t like that.

Smile slowly fades and this is when she knew she fucked up.

His head was shaking and he grabbed her hand so that she couldn't leave. Looking pissed, he yanked her hard closer to him, and he had a sinister glare to his face.

“Okay, fine. I won’t go. I’ll spend the night with you. I’m sorry. Can I atleast tell her that something came up?”.

The grip on her hand was released harshly, and she grabbed her phone that was sitting on the dryer. Sienna still never responded to her from earlier, but whatever, she already figured out who he was anyways.

Y/N: something came up, i can’t make it tonight i’m sorry

She set her phone back down, and began to take her wet shirt off, but Art stopped her.

“C’mon can I atleast change into comfier clothes. The tightness doesn’t feel good”.

A finger met with her face, and he booped her nose, then he ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Her eyes widened as he came closer to her and she stepped back towards the wall, and he came closer.

And closer.

She shut her eyes tight preparing for the pain, but instead the knife slipped under her shirt, and it got torn off, along with a part of her bra, making it fall, and she quickly covered her chest so that he couldn’t see anything.

“I could’ve taken it off nicely, but all up to you I guess”.

His shoulders shrug, and he goes for her pants next but she stops him.

“I’ll just change out of them. Much easier. I’ll be right back”.

Heading to her room, she kicks off her boots and finds a pair of sweats and a shirt she can wear to cover herself up. Shorts were quickly removed, along with her fishnets. She tosses them into her hamper by her door, just to be met with, again, Art. This time making her jump and finding anything to cover her body up with. He opens his mouth to indicate a silent laugh.

He walks towards her again, ripping the blanket away to reveal herself to him, and like the clown he is, he grabbed one and squeezed it like it was a horn. Then again, and again, and again, until Art pushed her back on the bed and ripped her underwear right off.

Like an actual rip.

Now she’s butt ass naked in front of a total stranger, and not just any stranger, but a fucking murderer.

Whatever it takes her to survive.

Art admires the exposed body, and with his half gloved hand, he traces from her collarbone, down to her pelvis with his finger. The light sensation makes her jump, and he stops the movement. Little breaths made her chest go up and down, and in between her thighs, wetness started pouring out of her pussy. A hand went up to his mouth, and his glove reached his mouth. His teeth gripped onto the cloth and he slowly removed it off of his hand, then spat it out onto the floor. The same thing happened with the other, and soon his hands were completely bare. Fingers crawled north of her body, up to her mouth, when she was met with his index and ring finger. They poked at her mouth, in which she opened slightly, and he put them in her mouth. Her tongue traced his fingers which tasted like metal, probably from the blood. Not very hygienic, but she didn’t even care. Saliva coated his fingers, and he took them out of her mouth, and went down to her soaking pussy.

He would lower them closer, then pull back, look up and smile, and repeat his actions, completely torturing her with a stupid smile on his face. She would feel his wet fingers tap her pussy so slightly, but not any friction to please her.

Whines started to pour out of her mouth.

Art the clown likes that.

A lot.

He likes hearing victims cry and make noises while he’s torturing them.

Makes him want to do more.

His slender fingers finally connect with her core, coating her wetness all over herself. He plays with her some more, walking his fingers around her hole, but prevents himself from actually entering.

This irritates her.

“Damn it! Stop with the teasing you fucking clown!”.

He stops, and pulls his hand away from her.

Bad mistake, Y/N.

He pulled a small scalpel out from his sleeve and presented it like he was a magician, and held it to her neck. Sweat beads started streaming from her forehead, and Art wagged his finger. Her face is still needy, and the scalpel to her neck turned her on even more. Hips buck up into the air, her dripping pussy throbbing, begging for touch.

“…please”.

Art the clown likes that.

How he loves torturing her.

A hand went back down to her core, and a single finger applied pressure to her clit. Her body jumps slightly at the feeling, biting her bottom lip. Art finally slips two fingers inside of her, the tight warmth makes his cock harden. The clown suit is baggy, so it hides his bulge, so poor Y/N won’t see his massive “head”.

Fingers dance inside of her, curling, feeling, pumping. With his free hand, that’s where his scalpel is, and he traces the cold metal along her bare body.

The blade goes around her nipples.

It goes around her belly button.

It goes back up near her neck.

Until.

He makes a small cut on the side of her neck, cold blood trickling down her neck, onto her bed. She clenches her jaw, and her gash throbs in pain. Art lowers his head into the crook of her neck, his fingers still moving inside her. A wet feeling against her neck. It’s his tongue. He catches the blood that’s falling, then he presumes to suck on her slash. He was a cannibal. He likes to taste people, and taste what’s inside. For some of his unlucky victims, he’d eat them alive, and no meat gets fresher than that. Other times, he’d wait until he already killed them, then rip them open and eat their insides.

Not the only part that he likes eating.

Her gash stops bleeding, and not a trace of blood is found on her neck, only a little on her bed. His iron efficiency is going to be really crazy.

Soon, he pulls his fingers out of her, and wipes it on his pant leg, just for him to lower himself to meet with her inner thighs.

Getting eaten out by a man in a clown costume was not on her bucket list for tonight.

Getting eaten out by a serial killer, who came over covered in someone else’s blood, and who might kill her next, was not even in her thought process for her future.

Here we are.

Kisses are planted on her thighs, his hands rubbing up and down her leg as he gets closer to her cunt. Small specks of black paint are left from where he kissed her.

He’s hungry.

Scooping her body up, and pulling her closer to his face, his tongue darts onto her pussy, gathering her wetness up, then smearing it all over. His hands rest on her outer thighs, and under her ass, squeezing the fat in his hands. For a psychopathic clown, he sure knows how to eat pussy.

Usually when she gets eaten out, she’ll grab at the person’s hair, but unfortunately, Art is bald. Such a shame, she can’t grab his “hair”, then yanking him up so she can see his mouth covered in hers and his wetness. Her hands instead just grab at her sheets, and occasionally rubbing the top of his head, and when she did, he’d grip her harder, his nails digging into her flesh. The pain does make her shriek, but the overwhelming pleasure overrides it.

He pulls her cunt closer to his face, his nose poking at her region, eating her pussy like he hasn’t eaten anything in years. Her thighs squish around his head more when her nerves start building up. A man’s dream really, getting his skull crushed by a woman.

His face is removed from her pussy, and his face paint is smeared all over the place. White paint on her upper-inner thighs, while black paint is smeared around her pussy, where his mouth was just at. On his face, the paint dripped down to his chin, unevening out his makeup. A hand grazes her thigh,and he turns his back to her, reaching his arm behind to a zipper that’s on his back.

He wants her to unzip him.

Legs shaking from the amazing tongue work that just went on, she kneels behind him, and reaches up to his zipper, guiding it down. A thin, light muscular body comes out of the suit, and he’s not wearing anything underneath.

Not even underwear.

He turns around, and does jazz hands with a stained grin. He did surprise her.

With a big cock.

A light giggle comes from her lips, and she looks down and makes eye contact with his second head. It’s about above average in length and girth, circumsized, and a throbbing pink tip with leaking precum. He moves it around a little by shaking his hips, and also just moving it on his own.

(I literally found out dudes can move their dicks on their own without touching it a few days ago)

His mouth mimics a silent laugh, and he stands proud on the side of her bed, flexing his cock. Since he is standing in front of her, she crawls on her hands and knees to the edge, then sits down. Face to face with his dick.

Her gaze fixates on his rod, then she looks up at him with big, innocent eyes. The clown looks down at her, no longer smiling.

He wants her bad

He needs her bad.

She can see this.

A light kiss on his tip makes his body shiver, and her mouth performs small licks around his tip, testing the waters. His hand falls on her head, pushing her closer to his cock. Better act soon before he kills her for teasing him.

Just the thought of that gets her even more wet.

Death is scary.

But imagining him fucking her, and as soon as they orgasm together, he kills her with his cum inside, which seeps out on her bed. He’d leave a note with her blood on the walls, and her parents come home to see their daughter’s corpse, exposed on her bed with her killer's seed dripping out of her, and the killer’s name all over her room.

She wraps her lips around his head of his dick, and twirls her tongue around. Art bites his bottom lip, and pushes her head down again, craving more of her wet mouth. Her hands rest on his lower abdomen, giving herself a base to control her bobs.

Her throat feels fucking amazing.

It’s hard for him to control himself, even though he’s craving to pound her throat so hard that she chokes on his massive cock, and dies, just for him to fuck her dead body. But an alive body is way better than a dead one.

One hand moves to his cock, pumping him as she slides her mouth all over him, then she moves down to sucking on his balls.

She maintains to look up at him.

His face is totally different from his usual smile, and it’s not a frowny face. His eyes are half open, and mouth gasping for air. His grip in her hair tightens, his hips moving slowly, craving more friction.

Her mouth pulls off.

“You want to throat fuck me? Don’t you?”.

A small nod comes from the clown.

“You’re the one in control here. Do it. Fuck my throat til i can’t breathe anymore”.

Another nod comes from him, and he makes sure that he’s positioned right for her. Hands grab at both sides of her head, and he thrusts in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. He wishes it was her pussy, he wants to fuck her pussy bad. Her mouth is amazing, don’t get him wrong, but her tight pussy throbbing on the bed is what he’s craving the most.

A tap is felt on his pelvis, and he stops pounding her throat. Her mouth gets removed from his cock, and she leans back on the bed, not breaking eye contact with him. After she gets in his full view, she looks up at him needy, spreading her legs open wide for him to enter.

Not even a hesitation before he gripped onto her hip with one hand, and the other guiding his cock inside her. He immediately shivers and rests his head in the crook of her neck. A pillow comes under her back and behind, and immediately, Art begins to fucking pound her.

Sadly, he doesn’t make noises at all. Y/N wishes she could hear his moans when entering her tight hole. His actions tell enough, eyes rolled back, mouth gaping open, and he barely entered her. Her body falls back more on the bed, and her arms go around him, hands on his back.

One hand of his slams against her bed, right aside her bed to give himself support, while the other is still on her hip, stabilizing her body for him as she gets fucked by a wild animal.

She pulls him tighter to her, their sweaty bodies connecting and making funny noises. His back begins to sweat, making her lose her grip, but her nails dig into his back to keep herself close.

The noises of skin slapping skin and her loud moans fill the house, and luckily, she is home alone. Her parents wouldn’t appreciate her getting fucked under their roof, especially with a murderous clown being the one that’s fucking her.

Her leg gets scooped up, and it rests on his shoulder, and he leans forward, pushing more of himself inside of her warmth.

Until he stops.

He pulls out, and taps on her chest. She looks up at him, confused, mostly at the lack of communication and also why he would stop. He swirls his finger in a circle, indicating for her to turn over, so that her ass faces him.

She swaps positions and as soon as she puts her ass up in the air for him to adore, he slams himself back inside, hands on her ass as he pounds so deep that his cock is hitting her cervix.

It really isn’t wise to put a dick that reeks of blood inside of her, especially a stranger’s. He probably doesn’t have any STDs, but it’s still a little unhygienic. Who cares though.

Her moans are muffled into a pillow, drool coating her mouth and the cushion. He gets amusement out of her, watching her ass jiggle on his dick, her hands clawing at her bed sheet. All because of him.

She arches her back more, and an upcoming orgasm is coming her way. Her core feels like it’s burning with pleasure, and her wetness seeps out. His cock is hitting her in all of the right places, and he connects their bodies together. He’s close to her ear, and she can almost hear him gasping for air. A hand cups her tit, and he goes as deep as he can, his mouth nibbling on her ear lobe.

Tension builds in her lower half, and she’s about to snap. Strings of curses and moans fall out of her mouth. A gentle slap on her ass makes her jump, and that is what makes her about to snap. Her breathing speeds up.

The knot in his stomach bursts, and a huge wave of pleasure goes through her. Eyes roll back into her head, her legs shake, and she collapses on her bed, Art pulling out of her.

He takes his cock in his hand, and strokes it so he can cum as well. Anywhere is a target. He could cum on her ass, her tits, her face, in her mouth, even inside of her. She turns around onto her back, leaving an open area for his semen to fly onto. Right there, on her perky tits.

More strokes go on, and his twitching cock is ready to burst. He points it at her chest and a white load shoots out from his dick, landing, mostly, on her tits. The rest flew off either in her hair or on the bed sheets.

The both of them try to catch their breaths, and Y/N is trying to comprehend what just happened.

A murderer went to her house, wanted candy for trick or treating, came back to her house later at night covered in blood, someone else’s blood, he messes around in her house, and fucks her.

Art leans down, and gives her one last kiss on her inner thighs, before supposedly leaving.

She just sits on her bed.

Her pussy is too sore to even move.

Her legs are shaking from the mind blowing orgasm she just got.

Cum is dripping off her chest.

What now?

She grabs a random shirt that’s on the floor to wipe off the semen, then tosses it in her hamper. She tries to get up off the bed, but her balance is very uncoordinated, and she collapses. Her comfy clothes that she had lying out fell on the ground while she was getting fucked, and she reaches out to grab them. She lazily slipped them on, and tried to stand up again, using a bookshelf as her balance.

Something falls on the other side of the house.

He’s still here.

She limps towards her doorway and looks around.

“Art?”.

Obviously no response, the fucker doesn’t even talk.

She comes out of her room, hand on the wall as she glides down the hallway, and sees a shadow in her living room.

And a bag.

A trash bag.

She goes towards the bag, and as soon as she gets too close, the clown jumps up behind her, and throws her on the couch, her head hitting against the back hard. He smiles at her rubbing the back of her head in pain, and he wiggles his fingers like he was a magician. The bag got opened, and he stuck a hand in there and pulled out an item.

It looked to be a saw.

Fear was obviously present in her eyes.

Art jumped at her, but not too close to actually get her, and she flinched. This is amusing to him. And he jumped again, and again, and again.

He slaps his knee and lets out a silent laugh, pointing at her like she’s a fool.

He drops the saw back in the bag, and pats the top of her head, then blows her a kiss as he picks up the bag, throwing it over his shoulder, then proceeding to comically walk away. He turned around when he got to the door, and he lifted his little top hat to her. She waved a small goodbye, and soon vanished. When he stuck his fingers in her mouth, they almost tasted like salt.

Wonder who’s blood he’s covered in?

Weird.

Dude must like salty foods

#terrifier #art the clown #smut #lol

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bones4thecats · 1 month ago

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➸ Bad Blood; Dragon Ball × Saiyan! S/O

Characters: Frieza A/N: Reader's Outfit and Veil. This took me so gosh darn long to do. I might do a second part, not sure though. Just enjoy for now! ➥ Summary: After the betrayal of your brother, Vegeta, you dedicated your life to serving your lord. And once he was brought back years later, nobody expected the reunion's ending.

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╚═════ Frieza ════════════════════════════════╝

🏔️ You and your squad had done it. You demolished another planet in the name of King Cold and the Saiyan race. As the rest of your team stood a ways away from you, you looked down at where the inhabitants of the world once were

🏔️ Their homes were nothing but dust and ash from your deadly ki blasts. And honestly. You felt nothing but pleasure from the destruction of the people. Was it horrible? Yes. Did you care? No.

🏔️ This was something you were raised to do without any faults, so your emotional range on this was low. It was like whenever a scammer were to trick someone. It was in their nature, their blood

"Princess Y/N, it's about your father."

🏔️ Looking back, you saw one of the Saiyans looking at you. His fingers were still placed on their scouter as they listened in. He ran up to you and panted worriedly

"What is it?" You asked.

"The Frieza Force notified us that a meteor collided with Planet Vegeta. The... world has been destroyed. There are no survivors."

🏔️ You hummed, looking back at the destruction. Of course, you were upset that your planet was destroyed. But, why in the name of King Cold did your people not try stopping it? Honestly, the Saiyans could be quite simple-minded

"Princess Y/N, what should we do?" The low-class warrior asked.

"What a foolish question." You criticized. "Contact with the Frieza Force's central unit. Tell them that we are on our way to their coordinates to speak with Lord Frieza himself. Do not take no for an answer. Unless you want to be as dead as these beings."

"Y-yes, Princess."

🏔️ You scoffed and walked away, the warrior following you as you called for the rest of your group to head back to the ship and leave this planet to dust. They all followed you as you walked inside the device and sat at the chair, bellowing orders for them to follow to get back

"Princess. If you don't mind me asking. What are you going to speak to Lord Frieza about?" Another Saiyan asked.

"That is for me to know and you to not." You answered coldly.

"Yes, ma'am."

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🏔️ Handing the controls over to your bodyguard, you stepped on the edge of the ship's exit. You groaned and pushed the two warriors out, beckoning the one young female to hold your hand and fly down

🏔️ She smiled as you both landed, keeping her grip on your hand as you walked down the hallways and towards Frieza's throne room. The other warriors ended up leaving to check on any injuries they got from the battle, and you handed the young one to one of your other allies

"If I find a cut on her that I have not seen yet, I shall have your head. Understood?"

"Yes, Princess."

🏔️ Rolling your eyes and knocking on the door, you could hear the few leaders of the Force inside. You then heard Frieza yell for whomever it was to come in

🏔️ You did as he ordered. Opening the door and closing it behind you, you looked up at the Emperor as he turned his chair around. He looked down at you and smirked. It was obvious he knew what you were here for

"Kikono, Berryblue, you may leave us."

🏔️ Berryblue and Kikono looked at their leader and nodded. Kikono looked visibly nervous while Berryblue was far more content, even carrying her normal, calming smile. As they walked past you, you nodded, making Kikono do the same and Berryblue to smile gentler at you

🏔️ Despite your race being held for your aggressiveness and tendency to not think, you were the opposite. You thought before you acted, and while, yes, you had moments of rage, these were few and far between unlike your fellow Saiyans

"Now, Y/N. I suppose you're hear to hear the rest of the details on your planet."

"On the contrary, my Lord. I would like to know where my younger brother, Vegeta, is located. If that is alright for you."

🏔️ Frieza's eyes slightly widened. He expected you to be dedicated to knowing every detail on how your planet died and what exactly caused it. So, hearing you push everyone else aside for that little brat you called your brother surprised him slightly

"He is on his way. Apparently, his group decided to not follow my orders."

"The arrogance my younger brother carries surpasses my father's, no doubt. I'm sure he has a respectable reasoning for this, Lord Frieza."

"He better. Is there anything else you would like to be informed in?" He questioned.

"No. That was all I needed. Thank you, my Lord."

"It is of no problem, Princess Y/N. You may leave."

"Have a good rest of your day, Lord Frieza."

"...You as well."

══✿══╡ Years Later...

🏔️ It was over fifteen years later that you came back into contact with Vegeta. He had done a lot of things in the matter of those years. He had not only betrayed the Frieza Force, but he had even gone as far as to attempt to kill Frieza. How despicable

🏔️ While Vegeta's attempts were futile, another Saiyan survivor, Son Goku, had managed to kill him. You were still on his ship when it happened, and hearing the news of the Ginyu Force being destroyed was enough to overhwhelm your thoughts, but Vegeta and Frieza dying just made you snap

🏔️ As Frieza was deceased, you helped rule the Frieza Force. You were his most-trusted member of the Force, and he seemed to like being around you, so everyone voted you in to be their leader until they managed to find a way for Frieza to return

🏔️ You held this position for a long time, nearly fourteen years, until you were notified by Sorbet that they managed to get Frieza's soul back with some body parts and he was currently being fully-regenerated in the Medical Machine a few halls away

🏔️ Nodding and telling him to call you once he was fully-healed, you got back to your work. Managing this Force was hard, you wondered how Frieza managed to handle it all by himself when he was so young. At least, for his species

🏔️ Sorbet eventually came back, he told you Frieza was nearly done and asked if you wanted to be there when it was time to let him back out. You just waved him off and said you'd be there soon, you needed to finish some paperwork first

🏔️ He nodded and walked back to where the Medical Machine was while you worked. It was after you organized the files back the way Frieza liked it, and had it, all those years ago. Thankfully, your memory was one of the best in the Universe

🏔️ You grabbed your veil and propped it onto your head. Standing up and walking away, you saw the once-young Saiyan female you raised and smiled at her. She did so back and skipped off to give some paperwork you signed earlier to a pod for another planet's royalty to look over

🏔️ It was when you were just up the hall that you heard the voices of Sorbet and... Frieza. How remarkable. The machine did work

🏔️ Chuckling as you finally met the doorway, you tapped in the code and allowed it to open. This sound alerted the attention of all in the room. Specifically, Sorbet and your previous leader

"Well, well. My Lord, you have been revived. Impressive work, Sorbet." You said.

🏔️ Frieza's eyes slightly widened at the sight of you. When he last saw you, you had the normal messy hair that any Saiyan would have. Now, you had longer, well-kept hair. You also wore skin-tight battle-armor. It had two gems on the hands that shined in the light where you stepped

🏔️ He looked at you up and down and cocked his 'eyebrow' before asking

"Princess Y/N of the Saiyans? Is that you?"

"You would be correct, Lord Frieza. I'm truly surprised you recognized me after such a lengthy time away."

"Well, it is hard to not remember a monkey."

🏔️ You chuckled, not taking any offense. Your tail lightly swayed before wrapping around your waist to relax. Frieza's merely swung around like there was nobody around, almost matching your own's actions to the dot

"I suppose that is true, my Lord."

"Hm. I also seem to remember your honesty, Y/N. Do tell, who has been leading the Frieza Force since my unfortunate departure?" He asked.

"That would be a partnership of myself and Commander Sorbet. He and some men have been handling the technological advancements of the Force. I, in the meanwhile, have been leading the conflicts and any kind of fights that have erupted. With this duet, the Force had grown slightly. Though, we have lost some men. Mostly ones from your days of leading."

🏔️ Frieza hummed again, walking up to you. He then looked into your eyes, his narrowing slightly to make you flinch. You just smiled down at him, making him back off, knowing you were being fully honest with him. Looking back at Sorbet, he nodded, making him slightly calm down

"Now, Y/N. You have been working as a little informant since your first days of being in the Force. So, do tell, has the Saiyan Goku grown as strong as Sorbet has said?"

"Yes, he has. But, so have the rest of the Z Fighters. Even Vegeta has grown stronger. Last I knew, he was training to become a Super Saiyan. It is highly possible that he has met that and surpassed that transformation, much like Goku."

"Vegeta? Oh, yes, your younger brother. I wonder how he reacted to you staying with the Force."

"He was far from amused, my Lord. But, who is?" You joked.

"Well, then they have grown to be mightier than I have dared to dream. This could be most salubrious for me."

🏔️ You could hear Sorbet make a noise of confusion from behind the Emperor, and you just kept your calm expression as he questioned him

"I'm not sure I know that word, sir." He said.

🏔️ Frieza gritted his teeth slightly and frowned. This man was starting to get on his nerves

"If I may explain, my Lord." Frieza nodded after you finished your question and you looked back at the shorter male and answered him.

"It means being beneficial to someone's health and well-being, Commander."

"Yes. And what could be more salubrious for a conqueror than the motivation to become so strong he's never dethroned again?"

"Uhm, as you say, my Lord." Sorbet replied nervously.

🏔️ You then noticed Frieza rise into the air, an energy-made aura appearing around him. It glowed a purple-pink, which made your eyes shine in admiration. He was strong, stronger than anyone you had ever met in your life. And you know what they say about Saiyans; they like strong people

"I've never trained a day in my life. There was never a need. Imagine what could happen if unlock my latent potential."

"Hold on! You mean, you could get stronger? Stronger than your final form?!"

'Well, of course he can, Sorbet. This is our Lord Frieza we're speaking of."

"Exactly. Now shut your gaping mouth so I can concentrate. If I train in earnest for the next four months... yes. I could reach a power level of 1.3 million!"

🏔️ The energy flowed off of Frieza in massive waves. And while the others all cowered in fear from him, you stood and smiled. It was as if you were at one of those Earthly art museum things that you heard one speak of. Frieza was the art and you were the person attempting to interpret everything about him. From his strength to the way he spoke so beautifully despite his flaws. Oh, how you missed your tyrannical love

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kawaiioni · 7 months ago

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I wanted to be cringe and draw King Magnifico.. (not a redesign, just wanted to get him out of that ugly stank ass outfit of his, like do my man a favor)

Also, just a warning, a rant is in coming

Regarding Wish

I watched Wish a while back- and it's been on my mind since then. Now, you're probably asking yourself "wow! They must've liked this movie so much that they are still thinking of it," WRONG. This movie, singlehandedly, was the worst Disney film I have ever seen with my own two eyes..

How your movie gonna feel like a million things happened and nothing at the same time? How are you all flopping after making classic after classic?

I know that a lot of Disney fans currently are claiming that the movie wasn't that bad, but by saying that.. you're still saying it had something bad in it and let's be honest, it was everything from music, art, story, etc.

I don't like being negative though, so let's talk about one thing that I did like.. that being King Magnifico. [The crowd boos]

Now, I hate to defend a man whose villain song made my ears bleed but I gotta— since through the whole story I was cheering for Homie. In a way, he had a point to fear who gets their wish granted but at the same time, it wasn't correct he was keeping them for himself, duh. This right here could have served us enough content to make an interesting premise, let's be honest.. wishing upon a star doesn't do shit, but in the same context.. let people still try to achieve their dreams. (The princess and the frog did this.)

Overall, I wouldn't have minded all too much if they had redeemed Magnifico— his bad qualities which are having the biggest ego, being a narcissist, could have led to an interesting story where he learns to be more humble but at the same time, kind. Even then, being kind was something we saw him doing.. he carried a heavy burden of wanting to appease all of the kingdom goers. That in a way, it was hard not to feel sorry when he lowers the curtain to unveil a man who is accustomed to being used as a genie rather than being able to form meaningful connections with people.

In a way, his character (as well as everyone else's character in this movie) felt like wasted potential. If this is the way that every single original IP of Disney is going to be, then someone needs to pull the plug because I cannot sit through another Wish.

TLDNR: King Magnifico felt like he had multiple personality disorder in this film because it seemed like he was good then bad— but also, King Magnifico had a point and subsequently was then jumped on camera and ended up on world star.

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Cordially Invited: Part 2

Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader AU Summary: You're a princess in love with your knight. Will the two of you get your happily ever after? Chapter Summary: You tell your parents that you plan to bring your knight as your plus one to Natasha's wedding. Word Count: Over 2k Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), idiots in love, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Bucky's POV after Part 1! Excited to share more of this world. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky knew from a young age that he wanted to be a knight. It wasn’t just a position of bravery, but one of honor. His father reminded him of that many times throughout his life. Fighting alongside his friends, he served and protected the kingdom with everything he had. Even at the cost of losing his left arm.

It was his resilience that caught the King's attention.

"Will you serve and protect her Royal Highness of Brooklyn?"

"With my life, your majesty."

Everyone knew of the princess of Brooklyn. Beyond your beauty, you exude warmth and generosity to the masses. You preferred working with the people and charities over going to galas. Your charm and wit won everyone over.

Especially him.

He half expected you to throw a fit when your father assigned him to be your bodyguard. Not because you were spoiled, but because you didn't get to choose him yourself. Instead, you welcomed him with kindness.

And he quickly fell in love.

“Am I decent?” you asked once you came out of the bathroom, smiling over at where he stood in the corner.

Free of your robe, you wore a knee-length navy blue dress with a pair of heels to match. While you likely chose the outfit for modesty, it hugged the curves of your body and he longed to remove it so he could see the hidden treasure underneath. He had to clear his throat as his stare lingered a second too long.

The way it always did.

While knights today didn’t have to swear to chastity or celibacy, he wasn’t meant to lust after the one person he was sworn to protect.

I'm not meant to love you either, but how can I not?

"You look beautiful," he said truthfully. "You always do."

You looked down as you smoothed out the fabric with both hands. "You're just being nice," you teased.

"No, princess," he said, straightening up as he walked over to you in a few strides. He placed a finger under your chin when you didn't lift your head, making you look at him. "When I say you look beautiful, I mean it."

"Thank you, Bucky," you whispered.

The people of Brooklyn looked at you with adoration, but you looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky for you. Your smile was like giving him the sun. He wondered if you realized how many different smiles you wore for your family, friends, other royal members, and the public.

And the one you wore just for him.

But it doesn't mean you love me, does it? You simply trust me because I'm your knight and confidant.

"And you do not lower your eyes to anyone," he added before he could dwell on his thoughts, dropping his hand to his side.

"I thought that's what good girls did," you grinned as you spun away from him and glanced over your shoulder. "Or am I only supposed to be good for you?"

If I had my way, I'd show you just how good you can be for me.

"If I didn't know any better, princess," he said, moving in front of you before you could grab the door handle to open it. "I'd say you were teasing me."

"Maybe I am," your grin widened as you brushed your fingertips along his arm. The light touch had his blood rushing faster in his veins and he fought to keep from shoving you against the door and claiming you as his. "Maybe I'm preparing you for the wedding reception."

"You think I won't put you over my knee if you tease me?" he threatened, his darkened gaze dropping fast enough to see your chest rise when you inhaled. He was certain if he put his hand on your chest, he'd feel your heart race faster.

"You wouldn't, good sir," you said, lifting your head defiantly.

Fuck, how am I supposed to get through this when all I want to do is ruin and cherish you?

"Try me, princess," he whispered as he took one step closer.

He did his best not to stare too deeply into your eyes. It was bad enough how gone he was for you. He also didn't know if the glances, the teasing, any of it was because you cared about him or if you were merely comfortable with him. If you had any idea how he felt, you wouldn't toy with his feelings.

You weren't cruel.

"If you ever put me over your knee, it will only be done with my permission," you said after a moment, rushing out the door with a giggle as he went after you.

"It isn't proper for a princess to run," he called after you as you skidded to a stop along the marble floor and fixed your posture.

"And who's to say what's proper?" you asked as you began to gracefully walk. "Don't think I won't put a codfish on your head."

He hid his smile as he caught up in a few strides, taking his place beside you.

I wish I could take your hand in mine.

There were many who didn’t understand why Bucky would risk his life for someone else simply because of their bloodline or the name tied to them. If any of those people truly knew you, they’d beg to be where he stood. He almost suggested once that Steve should be your personal guard instead when he realized how deeply he cared for you, but he couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking his place. Any knight would watch over you, of course, but would they show you the same care that he did?

Would you trust them the way you trust him?

You stopped outside of your father's study and straightened your dress and exhaled slowly. He understood your nerves. When you had your heart set on something, you wanted it. He prayed they accepted that you wanted him to be your date.

The guard at the door opened it once you nodded. This was one room your parents didn't permit many to enter, outside of family, guards, and anyone cleaning. Your mother sat on one of the ornate sofas, finishing a cup of tea, while your father sat at his desk and looked over his paper. Like when they sat on their thrones, they displayed power and pride.

The only other person in the room was Erma, an older palace worker who had been there long before you were born. She loved you like a granddaughter. Bucky respected her for that and more.

"There you are. We were beginning to wonder if you snuck out for the day," your mother said as she set her cup down and stood to embrace you, giving Bucky a chance to take his place in front of the bookshelf after he bowed. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, thank you," you said, smiling over at Erma as she came over to clear the tea. "Good morning. How are you?"

"Very well, your highness. Sir James," Erma curtsied, even after you told her many times she didn't have to greet you so formally.

"My dear, would you stop looking at that and greet your daughter?" your mom asked.

"I'm seconds away from tearing this to shreds," your dad grumbled as he shoved the paper away. His eyes warmed as he glanced up to look at you. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't mean to disturb you," you said as your mother sat back down, gesturing for you to do the same. "I just wanted to finally tell you who I'm bringing as my plus one to the upcoming wedding. I think I kept you waiting long enough."

Bucky noticed that Erma slowed her cleaning, delaying it so she could listen. She kept the palace tidy and her team in line, but he knew she also observed her surroundings. He didn't fault her for that.

"That isn't a disturbance at all," your father smiled. "Who have you chosen?"

"Sir James," you smiled back.

No one said a word at your declaration. Erma carefully set the teapot on the tray and bowed her head. Your mom didn't look in Bucky's direction, but focused instead on your father.

"Dad? Did you hear me?" you asked.

The king's smile didn't disappear quickly. It faded slowly as he narrowed his eyes and turned his gaze to Bucky. He looked back at the man, not defiantly, but with confidence. The knight wasn't easy to intimidate, far from it, and he was larger than your father. But up against the will of a man with a precious daughter? Would he lose?

Worth losing my other arm if I have to fight.

"You're bringing your knight?" your dad asked, his voice calm as he looked at you. "Explain, please."

"What's there to explain?" you asked, keeping your hands folded on your lap. "My knight is best suited to escort me, especially since he'll be in close proximity to keep an eye on me."

Your mother nodded slowly. "That's true."

"And there's nothing that says I have to bring a prince," you continued. "I asked Sir James and he said 'yes'."

"Did he?" The king swung his gaze back to Bucky.

"He did, your majesty," he answered, even though he didn't direct the question at him.

"To be honest," your father began, sitting back in his chair as he considered his next words. "I thought you might accept the offer from Prince Nicholas. At least, I hoped you would."

Bucky clenched his teeth when your shoulders sagged, but stayed silent. If your dad wanted you to go with Nick, it meant that he wanted something from him. You were a princess, not a pawn.

Or maybe he thinks I'm not good enough to be on your arm.

"I don't want to go with Prince Nicholas," you told your parents, giving each of them a pleading look. "I'm choosing to bring Sir James. This is my choice. I don't need your permission."

Bucky almost went to your side when he caught the wobble in your voice. He wasn't worth getting upset over. He was proud, however, that you stood by your conviction.

And stood by him.

"It is her choice. We discussed that, my dear. You need to respect her decision," the queen said, holding up her hand before her husband could argue. If anyone knew how to put the king in his place, it was her. "I think Sir James is a fine choice. We'll arrange for our tailor to have a suit made."

You lit up like you were going to shout with joy before you cleared your throat and nodded. "Thank you, mom."

"Of course," she said, shifting so she could face Bucky. "You will keep her safe."

If it was possible, her gaze was more intimidating than the King's glare.

"My duty is to serve and protect the princess and you have my word that I will do so, your majesty."

He dared to look away from the queen and saw you smile at him.

I would do anything for you, my princess.

Bucky caught Erma slyly smiling as she excused herself from the room. Though she likely never heard him voice his feelings about you, as he was careful to only tell Steve in secret, she saw how he looked at you. She saw through him.

She also hadn't spoken to your parents about her suspicions, which meant she approved.

"Very good," the queen said, waving a hand toward the door. "Go. You have a busy day ahead of you."

You went to each of your parents and kissed their cheeks, quietly thanking them again. Your relief made Bucky relax. You may not need their permission to take him, but you didn't want to disappoint them.

"Sir James?" your dad spoke before either of you could exit the room. "Please know I meant no offense by my reaction. You're a good man and I know you'll take care of my daughter."

"Thank you, your majesty," Bucky said, bowing before you slipped your arm through his to pull him away.

Your dad might consider him a good man, but the look on his face said this discussion was far from over.

That went well, didn't it? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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ipatrichor · 1 month ago

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dead boy detectives agency episode two thoughts

why does the cat king serve so much cunt. girl who asked. AND THEN HE TRANSFORMS INTO AN EVEN CUNTIER OUTFIT. WHAT ARE U DOING HERE?? WHO ASKED????

girl why does edwin keep having homosexual flashbacks of the cat king. that's so funny. *gets flirted with by the cat king* hope this doesn't awaken something in me <- edwin rn

idk how i feel about him tbh. like on the one hand it really skeeves me out when someone flirts with a person, registers they're not interested, and keeps pushing anyway, but on the other hand i appreciate the cat king backing off & providing an alternate solution when edwin is clearly uncomfortable with being openly propositioned. he'll still hit on people who Do Not Want to be hit on but he does not coerce sex!! so. yknow. at least there's that?

NIKO MY BELOVED NIKO she's so funny and endearing. i love that she can see the guys now, it seems like she'll be sticking around/part of the gang which i'm very happy for!!! also it seems the pink lights were not in fact lesbianism. sad! oh well the episode was fun and the pixies were done so creatively plus they're funny

crystal putting herself at risk like that.... my girl. i do think what she said to charles about only saying it to trick the sprites wasn't necessarily Untrue in that she was saying it to them For that reason, but i also think it's something she's really feeling. that was too genuine and too quick to have been pulled from nowhere, especially with the context of her earlier conversation with niko. i don't think she really believes that she has nothing and no one, but i think she's afraid she has nothing and no one and that's what she pulled on for that trick.

i noticed something earlier in the episode that made me smile. so edwin was talking about detective work and getting a little smug and bitchy in a fun way, and charles was just watching him with this smile on his face- it made me very happy! they're friends and charles likes when edwin prattles on about something, instead of putting up with him or something stupid. idk i just like their dynamic and how real it feels that they care about each other

also it sure has been established that charles makes impulsive decisions without thinking the consequences through. im sure that's fine and will never come up again 👍

the magic shop was fun! love that this man establishes that he uses to be a walrus and now isn't anymore bc of Backstory and the boys simply cannot gaf. they have shit going on man they don't have time for the kind of backstory lore they probably hear all the time given they run in supernatural circles

esther... what can i say about esther. um she scares me 👍 the scene at the end where it's implied she's dismembering her crow? gross! like well done don't get me wrong the sound design made me deeply uncomfortable, but gross

also she is right that monty has a very cute face. i would not trust that man but he does have the face of a highschool freshman i would give directions to the library or encourage during rehearsal. absolutely diabolical to hinge your evil plan on a face that cute!

what else... i really like the dynamic between the four of them. i think niko is a nice addition to help balance things out so it's not all crystal & edwin sniping at each other while charles tries to mediate- which is fun don't get me wrong and i don't want the bickering to go away, but niko opens up a lot more possibilities and i look forward to seeing how her addition affects the group dynamic. or she stays a minor character they helped out and im wrong about the ending implying she joins the group LOL but we'll see! hope she stays an important character i love her, just maybe with fewer threats to her life please haha

as for a favorite character... it's so hard to pick everyone is delightful especially the main few, but if i Had to narrow it down... charles or niko? UGH but i love crystal and edwin too 😭 girl this is impossible they're all so compelling

i don't think there have been any characters i particularly dislike, actually. the little girl with the jellyfish was a bit off-putting for some reason (something about the way she talked? idk man she just threw me off a little no idea why) and the cat king is on thin fucking ice depending on how he deals with rejection (my aro ass Cannot take people acting like they're entitled to someone's affection. he backed down on the sex thing so he's fine for now but i have my goddamn eyes on him)

OH WAIT CRYSTAL'S DEMON EX. nevermind fuck crystal's demon ex all my homies hate crystal's demon ex. girl imagine getting so upset about being dumped that you Steal Your Ex's Memories. could Not be me that's such a pathetic attempt to stay relevant in her life 😭

ANYWAY im having a good time!! i really enjoy this show haha, im excited to see where it goes from here. charles not having an afterlife assignment bc he never crossed over is really interesting, i'd love to learn more about his & edwin's pasts and how they ended up detective-ing together

#pat.txt #pat watches dbd #dead boy detectives

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hydrangeapartridge · 5 months ago

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Title: Mind Body and Soul

Pairing: Mage!Shinsou x reader

I wrote for Shinsou again! Link to AO3 here

Summary: Once upon a time there was you: a nobody, a refugee from a country devastated by Dabi’s undead army, serving as a maid in king Todoroki’s castle. There, fate decided you would cross path with the mysterious and dreaded court mage Hitoshi Shinsou. Little did you know that particular encounter would change your life forever.

Rating: M

Tagged people <3 (tell me if you want to be added): @maple-syrup-with-strawbewwies @moonlitmoonpie

Chapter 4: The King (under the cut!) - (link to chapter 1, 2 and 3)

You gasped as one of Monoma’s employees tightened your corset until you were barely able to breathe. Once you caught your breath, you prepared to give them a piece of your mind. However, all protest died in your throat when they made you turn around so you could see yourself in the mirror.

You barely recognized your reflection.

The woman staring back at you was stunning, clad in shades of dark greens. The ceremonial mage attire was an elegant embroidered velvet dress with long sleeves opened and flaring around your hands. You hair was done up in a pretty breaded bun, only a few strands escaping it and framing your face, making the whole look less strict; softer.

In the mirror you could see Monoma eyeing his creation up and down with satisfaction.

“Thank you” You told him, turning in his direction with flushed cheeks. “This dress is splendid”

Monoma chuckled, barely hiding his pride. “Of course it is”

He walked up to you to adjust a few last details before he deemed you ready to go.

“Thanking me was obvious but you’d better remember to thank your master for his generosity” He told you before you left, a mysterious look in his shining blue eyes.

Upon stepping outside the tailor’s quarters, you were surprised to find said master waiting for you.

Your breath was taken away when you saw him.

Shinsou was the epitome of cool, almost effortless elegance in his ceremonial dark purple robes. The velvet fabric was delicately embroidered at the sleeves, making the whole look simple but refined. His formal outfit contrasted with the unruly mess of his hair, that he didn’t bother to tame for the occasion.

While you inspected his attire, Shinsou did the same to you, his widening eyes travelling up and down your figure, until you looked away, feeling a bit exposed despite the many layers of fabric enveloping your body.

“You look-” He started, but then grimaced and never finished that sentence. It wasn’t often that your teacher was a loss for words.

He bashfully ran a hand through his fluffy hair, and the urge to follow his hand with your own and comb through his lavender locks so they would be more presentable made your fingers tingle. You resisted that drive however, and Shinsou finally found the words he was looking for. He cleared his throat before speaking, avoiding your eyes.

“Your outfit fits the occasion perfectly. As usual, Monoma outdid himself” He told you, nodding his head approvingly. “Let’s go. We mustn’t make the King wait” He then urged you to follow him before you could say anything.

With your heels and heavier outfit, it was a struggle to keep up with Shinsou’s brisk pace, and walking beside him made you a little breathless; so much that in addition to feeling nervous, you also felt hot and sweaty when you finally arrived before the large doors of the courtroom. You caught your breath and tried to settle your nerves while Shinsou had a word with the guards. He then came beside you, giving you a quick glance.

“Nervous?” He asked, his tone low and surprisingly gentle.

You nodded, clasping your hands together to try and hide how they were shaking.

“No need to be” Shinsou whispered in a small supportive smile. “This is just a formality and I will be doing the talking”

You pursued your lips, only mildly reassured. It would be your first time meeting the King. As you used to be a low ranked servant, you ever only spotted glimpses of him or of the prince from afar. The prospect of having their attention on you already overwhelmed you, even before properly meeting them. The King also had a reputation to him and you heard plenty of scary stories involving him from the other servants. He was strong and righteous, but could be very choleric and severe when handling punishments. He became more and more sullen as the years passed, especially after his wife got cursed, supposedly by his trusted court mage, Shinsou’s former master. That tragedy happened just only a few months after the death of his oldest son, Prince Touya, at the hands of the undead army, the accumulation of misfortunes turning the King bitter and grim.

You couldn’t imagine how difficult that time must have been for the King and his family. Nowadays, despite having two older siblings, the next in succession for the crown was the young Prince Shouto; the heavy burden of his father’s impossible expectations falling onto his shoulders.

The guards soon opened the large oak doors of the courtroom, and you gulped as they very formally announced both you and your teacher. A glimpse inside the room immediately informed you that this was a public audience. Aside from the royal family, all sat on thrones of varying sizes at the end of the large opened room, the stages flanking each sides of the room were overflowing with curious onlookers, mostly of noble origin. To think that their attention would be on you in a few seconds made you freeze on the spot. You weren’t prepared for this. You expected a smaller gathering. Your legs felt weak and you were sure all the colour had drained from your face.

Shinsou took a step forward, but stopped when he realized you were not moving. Above the crowd’s noise, you still heard him encouragingly call your name.

“Come now. You can do this” He told you, his tone assertive and confident. He sounded so convinced you would indeed be able to handle this audience that his confidence seemed to transfer into you, your legs suddenly unlocking as you instinctively stepped forward to follow him.

Once you were beside him, Shinsou entered the room, a confident leap to his steps. You kept looking at your feet, but at least you didn’t feel faint anymore. At one point, just before you stopped in front of the royal family, you felt a warm touch on your lower back, brief but encouraging. Shinsou’s hand was gone as soon as you felt, its absence resulting in a shiver down your spine. It served to gain your attention, making you look at him briskly. He was respectfully bowing before the sovereign, and so you did the same, curtseying like you were told to when first hired to work in the castle.

“Mage Shinsou” The King acknowledged his presence. “When we received your request to take an apprentice, we were admittedly surprised, for you never manifested any interest in that matter before”

King Todoroki’s stature in itself was intimidating, just as much as the way his turquoise gaze pierced through his interlocutor. You wanted to make yourself as small an unnoticeable as possible under the weight of his presence. His children looked far less threatening: Prince Natsuo looking bored as he slouched on his chair and princess Fuyumi sitting very still, a warm expression on her pale face. Then, on his father’s right side sat crown prince Shouto, whose beauty the servants didn’t exaggerate. If only he didn’t wear such a sullen expression.

Beside the Throne, the Captain of the guards, Sir Bakugou, stood straight and alert, his expression sharp and very severe. His handsome face caught your attention for a second, but when his burning crimson gaze fell on you, you quickly looked away, admittedly a bit afraid of him.

You turned your attention back to Shinsou who was actively trying to convince the King of accepting he took an apprentice.

“I believe this young woman to have a talent for magic, and a heart and spirit fitted to learn what I can teach her so she can serve the crown loyally” He said and you felt your cheeks heat up, flattered by those words. Never did anyone praise you so eloquently.

The king then properly looked at you for the first time since you arrived before him. You did your best to hold his judging gaze, but your knees admittedly felt a little weak under his intense stare.

“Really?” He asked, sceptical. “Do you believe she will be of help in the mission we entrusted you, and can be trusted with that delicate matter?”

Whispers could be heard coming from everywhere around you and you had to wonder if the crowd was as clueless as you regarding that special mission the king was talking about. Could it have to do with fighting the undead army? It would be the most logical and important task to entrust to a powerful mage in a time of war.

Shinsou was pensive for a few seconds, but then gave his answer with a leveled tone. “I have faith she will, in time, be of help to the kingdom, and as such, I am ready to vouch for her and take responsibility for all of her actions”

You were surprised that Shinsou would go as far as putting his neck out for you in case you misbehaved. His words made your heart ache in a strange way. He barely knew you, and yet, he was ready to trust you. It reminded you of that ritual; the day you became his apprentice, when he protected you and went out of his way to help you despite not knowing anything about you.

“As any master should” The king replied, nodding his head, seeming satisfied with this exchange.

You were impressed by how well-spoken Shinsou was, and how easily he conversed with the sovereign. Despite being a loner, he handled speaking in front of so many people easily, and was surprisingly charismatic. All eyes were on him, making the whole situation less uncomfortable for you.

The King clapped his hands, signifying the audience was over. Before the assembly, he officially declared you a mage apprentice under Shinsou’s guidance, and you would have smiled if not for the nerves still wracking your body.

“Mage” The King addressed you for the first time, his sharp azure gaze almost making you flinch. “Serve the crown as you should, or face the consequences alongside your master”

Under his severe eyes, you uttered a shaky “Yes, your majesty” as best as you could despite your dry throat, lowering your head respectfully.

“You and your master may leave” The King told you, seemingly satisfied. You curtsied again while Shinsou bowed, thanking the sovereign too. You hurriedly left, following the man who was now officially responsible for your learning of magic.

When the guards closed the large oak doors behind you, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Your very exhausted sigh caught Shinsou’s attention.

“I told you you could do this” He said, a proud smirk on his lips. “It was a simple formality”

It didn’t feel like a formality to you. Your heart was still hammering in your chest from this unusually exposing experience.

Shinsou didn’t wait for you to calm down before he told you. “Now, we should go back to more important matters. All these distractions are making you skip lessons. Socializing isn’t going to teach you magic”

Not letting you take too long of a break, he instructed you to get changed into more comfortable clothes and then join him in his tower for a study session.

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After freshening up, you felt calmer. You had time to process the meeting with the royal family, and were in better spirits, motivated and eager to learn new things. When you entered Shinsou’s study, you found that he had forgone his ceremonial attire too, and wore his usual dark robes. Except that in his hurry, he hadn’t properly fastened the lacing on the front. You tried your best not to look at the pale display of his clavicles for too long. His skin looked smooth; that of someone who never did any physical work, and who rarely went outside in the sun.

The thumping sound of a heavy book being dropped onto a desk brought you out of your contemplation.

Shinsou’s eyes met yours, and although you felt embarrassed, he looked completely oblivious to your staring. “Read this one. Then if you remember enough, we’ll practice a spell or two”

You perked up at his words, excited to finally be able to do some real magic, instead of your usual reading. “Really?”

Shinsou seemed amused by your enthusiasm. “Yes, really” He softly replied. “A mage that can’t cast spells isn’t a proper mage”

You hastily sat before the desk, rolling up your sleeves and grabbing your magic quill, ready to study hard and earn the reward he promised.

But as you opened the book, one question still burned your tongue.

“What was the mission the king was talking about?” You asked him, and it earned you a surprised look and two raised violet eyebrows.

“Do not concern yourself with that matter. You must focus on your learning of the basics first”

He somehow dodged your question, like he often did, but you didn’t want to let it go.

“But you said I would help, so I think it concerns me at least a little”

Shinsou sighed, tiredly running his thumb and forefinger over his eyebrows. “Maybe you will help. That remains to be decided. It will depend on how you perform”

You clicked your tongue, frustrated at his mysterious ways. Then, something occurred to you.

“So you lied to the king.” You pointed out, alarmed. It was an offence, and could get the both of you in trouble.

Shinsou ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in frustration. “Such dramatic words. I merely told him what he wanted to hear. If I hadn’t, he wouldn’t have accepted you as my apprentice. Whether what I promised happens or not remains to be seen. But I am confident it will work out somehow”

You remembered Shinsou telling you that one couldn’t lie to spirits of the Otherworld. Obviously it was different with humans, and he was perfectly aware of this matter, exploiting it when you thought he would, on the contrary, be a very truthful person. You felt taken aback by this discovery, and admittedly a little disappointed. You thought he meant all those nice things he said about you earlier. But in the end, he only said them to increase your value for the kingdom; to appeal to the king. He didn’t know you, and you realized you didn’t know him at all either. He was a mystery. One you agreed to blindly follow when he offered you a chance to have a different life.

“I meant it though. When I said I would vouch for you” Shinsou broke the tense silence, his amethyst eyes surveying your visibly miffed expression. “As your master, I will take responsibility for your mistakes. So please, be careful what you do with the knowledge I’ll endeavour to teach you”

You nodded your head obediently. Even if he didn’t fully mean the praise he indirectly gave you during the audience, he still put his position as court mage, and his tranquillity as a lonely recluse on the line to take you as his apprentice. And for that, you were grateful.

Another thought occurred to you and you met his cool gaze. “Now that I am officially your apprentice, do I need to call you Master?”

In less than a second you saw Shinsou’s lips quiver and his ears turn red.

“T-there is no need for that!” He hastily said, turning his back to you. “I am pretty sure we are very close in age. That would be ridiculous and uncalled for”

You accepted his explanation with a shrug, surprised that he was so flustered by that semantic detail.

“I will be in my quarters. Knock when you are done with your reading” He briskly told you before retreating to the adjacent room that you knew to be his bedroom. When he left, you could see his pale skin was flushed down to the birth of his torso.

If you still struggled with reading as quickly as your teacher expected you to, your note taking had greatly improved now that you had an enchanted quill that seemed eager to write down in an elegant cursive every detail you read the second your brain deemed them important.

You were nearing the end of the book Shinsou asked you to read, tired eyes struggling to make out the sentences in the decreasing light of the late afternoon. Beside you, a long piece of parchment was darkened with neatly arranged notes, and you took a small break to light up a few candles, as to make your reading easier.

Your gaze lingered on the flame dancing before your eyes, only able to survive because of the wax of the candle, and you wondered if Shinsou would show you how to light them with magic today. You had read a lot about the four elements in the book he gave you, so it sounded like a reasonable request to make; something you might be able to do. It was a simple spell, but it would make for a great party trick. And probably useful if you ever found yourself in a dark place.

Returning to your book, you decided you would ask him. Your thoughts drifted to your now officially appointed teacher; to his elegant appearance in his ceremonial robes and the contrast with his more casual look a little earlier. You were sure he wasn’t sleeping right now; he probably was studying something he didn’t want you to see. Yet, you wondered how dishevelled his fluffy hair would look when he would open the door after you’d knock on it …

The frenetic scratch of the quill on parchment suddenly caught your attention, and as the quill immediately fell lifeless on the paper, you curiously surveyed what it had written.

After your careful notes about the material you were reading, two lines stood out, scribbled in a more feverish handwriting as side notes.

’Remember to ask Shinsou to teach me how to light candles with magic

His hair looks so soft and so does his skin. It is smooth especially where his torso b-

Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you grabbed the limp quill and used it to frenetically cross out those two sentences, almost making a hole in the parchment, but making absolutely sure no-one would be able to read them.

“Stupid quill” You mumbled under your breath, mortified. “I never wanted you to write that down”

You released the utensil with a worn out sigh and returned to your reading, forcing yourself to focus so no more absurdities would end up on the bottom of your serious notes.

Once you were finally done reading, it was almost dark outside. After putting the magic quill at rest inside its inkwell so it wouldn’t embarrass you any further, you dusted your clothes and combed through your hair a little. Why you did this before knocking on Shinsou’s door was lost on you. You just wanted to be a presentable student.

“I’m done reading” You said to the wooden door, in case he didn’t hear you knock.

Glancing outside to the darkness of the night, you hoped he would still agree to teach you a spell or two before calling it a night. You were admittedly very excited by the prospect of truly practising what you only read about. You wanted to perform real magic.

Soon, Shinsou emerged from his room, dressed exactly like earlier; his hair slightly messier than usual, probably from running his hand through it too much. But you definitely didn’t notice that. Nor did you glimpse down at his sharp collarbones that were still peeking out of his robes.

After carefully closing the door and locking it, Shinsou accompanied you to your studying desk, where he sat where you once did. He glanced to your notes, and despite knowing he couldn’t read the last words you scratched, you still felt nervous. But looking over them, he only nodded in approval.

“Alright. Let us review what you learnt” He turned to look at you and you stiffened. You didn’t want to disappoint him. “What can you tell me about incantations?”

You took a second to consider your answer before reciting it to him rather confidently. “They are magic words, mostly latin, that allow magicians to contact spirits and form spells”

Shinsou nodded his head. “Is an incantation mandatory to cast a spell?”

You shook your head. “No. Advanced magicians can cast spells without a word. Words only make the connection with spirits easier and allow us to ask them more precise and complex requests”

“Good” Shinsou praised, and you clasped your hands behind your back, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous, yet pleased you were.

“Do you remember the latin words used for the four elements?”

You nodded. You remembered them thanks to your fairly recent reading. “ Fire is Ignis, Water is Aguamenti-”

“Aquamenti” Shinsou gently corrected you, but let you carry on.

“Air is A-” You hesitated on the pronunciation “Aere?”

Shinsou nodded his head approvingly, motioning for you to continue.

“And Earth is Terra”

“Precisely” Shinsou approved.

You knew you would have to repeat them and review your notes to remember those names long term. You barely knew how to read, so unsurprisingly, Latin wasn’t exactly your forte. Still, you were proud of your learnings.

“Very well. I suppose we could put your newly acquired knowledge into use” You beamed at Shinsou, drawing a small chuckle from him as he stood up.

“Can I learn how to lit candles?” You excitedly requested, unable to wait any longer.

Shinsou eyed you with surprised violet eyes. He shook his head, a small smirk lifting the corner of his thin lips. “I wouldn’t advise you start your training with fire of all elements” He levelled you with an intense stare, one that almost felt intimidating. “Don’t you remember what I told you about fire spirits?”

You bit the inside of your cheek and looked down to your feet, recalling his words from a few days ago. “Fire is wild and wants to eat everything”

“Exactly” Shinsou praised, although it sounded sardonic to your ears. “In that light, does it seem wise to play with fire for a first try at magic?”

“No” You whispered, defeated, cheeks flushed from how stupid the situation made you feel.

The sound of boots echoed in the silence of the room and just when you saw Shinsou’s feet stopping before yours, two long fingers lifted your chin up so you would meet two shinning violet eyes.

“Believe me, your enthusiasm is appreciated, and I am sure you will soon be able to perform the spell you suggested. But it is my role as a teacher to make sure you do not unnecessarily endanger yourself” Shinsou reassured you, but it only made the heat beneath your skin burn harder than any fire you could have tried to light. Shinsou however continued his lecture, unbothered “Besides, lighting candles requires to conjure fire, and not just manipulate an existing one. It is slightly too advanced for what I had in mind for tonight. But perhaps some other time soon”

You felt better knowing that Shinsou wasn’t completely rejecting your request. He was merely postponing it; even going as far as offering to teach you about it later. It was enough for you.

Shinsou’s fingers left your chin, and you couldn’t help but inch forward, unconsciously trying to follow after his touch. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, and cleared you throat to regain a semblance of composure.

“Starting with water would be easier” Shinsou told you after stepping back, unfazed by your inner turmoil. “And being able to manipulate it could prove useful during later experiments with fire”

Your spirits lifted at Shinsou’s small smile. You were still very eager to do real magic for the first time. “Water it is then” You agreed.

Shinsou gave you a simple task: move the water inside the jar on his desk to the glass beside it. Simple, but a prowess that would prove you were able to perform magic. You took a deep breath, and Shinsou stood beside you near the desk. It was very different reading about something and actually doing it, and you found that having never performed magic, you didn’t know how it was supposed to feel. You were at loss for a second, and Shinsou noticed it.

“First, focus on the water. You can’t see the spirit, but you can see its manifestation. That as well as the incantation will help you connect with it” He helpfully instructed. “You should feel the spirit’s nature echo with you. Supple and calm. Then, picturing or gesturing the movement you wish for the spirit to follow should do the trick”

You inhaled and focused your gaze on the water inside the glass jar. It was still. Calm. You tried to remember what the spirit looked like through the magical lenses, and pictured it in your mind overlapping with the clear liquid.

“Aquamenti” You whispered, unconsciously lifting your hand towards the water. There was a tingle in your fingers; a ghost of a cold touch. A connection to something fresh, supple, and calm. You didn’t have time to delve on how strange and new all of this felt; you were too focused on the task at hand. The rest came to you as crystal clear and instinctive as water running down the riverbed. You lifted your pointer finger and immediately the water in the jar started to wave. You traced a path from the jar to the glass with the same finger, and by magic, water simply flew from one container to the other.

Once the task was done, you let your hand fall down beside you, and just like that, the spell was lifted; the connection broken. The magic gone.

You exhaled, started breathing again, realization of what you did dawning upon you. You just cast your first spell.

“A flawlessly executed water spell” Shinsou commented, his low voice startling you. You almost forgot he was there. You turned to him, an impossibly wide grin on your face.

“I did it” You whispered, incredulously looking at your hands “I did magic”

Shinsou graciously nodded his head. “Indeed. Did the experience live up to your expectations?” He asked, his eyes sparkling with conceit.

“It felt amazing” You beamed, excited. “Can I try again? I’m sure there are many easy tricks you can teach me”

Shinsou’s eyes widened before he half snorted, half chuckled. “I’m afraid it is quite late and further experimentation would have to wait at least until tomorrow morning”

Your teacher was a voice of reason that you should follow. Yet after that wonderful new sensation that performing magic brought you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find sleep. With a pout, you still agreed to leave it at that for tonight.

Before stepping out of Shinsou’s office, you turned to him. “Good night. And thank you.” You paused, clasping your hands behind your back as his violet gaze fell on you. “Truly, thank you for everything” You told him quietly. “For the saving me from that Djinn. For the opportunity to learn magic…. And for the beautiful dresses” You smiled at your feet, a little shy under Shinsou’s steady gaze.

The mage hesitated, his smile dropping before he replied. “It is no trouble. Every mage should be trained” His eyes left your face, his expression looking almost sad. “Have a good rest” He dully told you before he went back into hiding in his parchments and books. He said it was late but he clearly wasn’t intent on sleeping soon.

His reply to your gratitude left you oddly disappointed. You expected more of a reaction from him, but you supposed he was probably being modest, or shy. This apprentice thing was as new to him as it was to you after all. What mattered most was that you got to tell him how grateful you were. With that silver lining in mind, and a leap to your steps, you left him to his solitude.

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HOTD S2 EP3 THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

sorry it took longer for me to post my thoughts. i had to take a moment to calm myself. i was shaking and crying. and then i wrote most of the post when tumblr decided to simply not save it 😒 this is my second attempt. enjoy

let’s start at the beginning shall we?

so happy to have milly back on another episode! the scene was weird as fuck though. daemon seriously needs to get out of harrenhal.

i feel very disconnected to daemon when he’s in harrenhal. i know most of the scenes are dreams but like he barely reacts to them? i don’t know how to explain it other than it’s sort of out of character?

then we get the bit at the dock. makes me wonder if rhaenys knows that alyn is one of corlys bastards? i think she does especially the way she says that their mom must’ve been really beautiful.

alicent asking for moon tea is hilarious. she’s trying to be so slick and failing. but also i thought moon tea was a plan b situation i didn’t realize it was fully an abortive tea!

love how larys catches on to it within a second. and he says what we all think NO ONE FUCKING CARES. my god alicent! you’re fucking criston cole. we all know. no one cares. you served your duty as wife to the king now he’s dead and your ‘free’ literally no one is judging you for fucking around.

now baela and jace are serving 💅🏽 with the outfits. i adore them they look so good! they are the IT couple rn and they deserve that title.

why must criston cole feel the need to call rhaenyra a whore? honey you are projecting. you are in fact the whore.

that lord deserves an award for defending rhaenyra. i was so damn happy when he told criston cole he doesn’t deserve the white cloak. YOU TELL HIM LORD. he should’ve called him alicents little bitch while he was at it.

the greens council…it was hard to watch. first of all, all aemond does is smolder and fangirl over daemon. whenever he’s not plotting some agenda he’s writing fanfics about his uncle i swear!

that being said i felt second hand embarrassment when aegon was not able to speak high valyrian. then again i thought he wasn’t going to even understand in the first place so its better than nothing.

now i’m gonna go on a big tangent regarding aegon.

i didn’t like him at all in the first season. he did some horrible things and i have not forgotten about them but i truly feel for him.

the fact that he’s inadequate at being a king is constantly rubbed in his face and it doesn’t fail to hurt him. he never wanted to be king. he knew viserys did not want him as king. so he never prepared.

he was forced on the throne as alicent and otto wanted more power for some reason. so now he’s trying his best to be a king and act like one but he’s always being undermined by everyone around him.

otto straight up told him viserys didn’t want him there. and alicent literally told him to sit pretty and let them do all the talking. it’s humiliating and frustrating.

i get alicent’s point about listening to others around you who have more experience but in reality they don’t want to offer advice. they want to act in his name. they don’t want him to do anything. they don’t think he’s capable and maybe he’s not capable but he’s trying to be. he could honestly be an actual king if anyone actually gave him a chance.

they all treat him like this object not like a person which is why he keeps making all these shitty decisions.

then she has the audacity to talk about all the sacrifices her and otto made to get him the crown?? HE DIDNT WANT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE. YOU HIGHTOWERS ARE A GREEDY BUNCH.

aemond is the person he thought could help him but that fucking psycho has plans of his own.

it’s isolating. it fucks with his mind. but i guess that’s enough for now. i could write a whole fucking essay on aegon.

so then we are back with daemon at harrenhal and honestly it’s getting a little boring. except for the moment where daemon is displaying as aemond. top tier comedy.

but we get a glimpse of laena!! i love having these actresses back if only for a scene. i hope we get a vision with viserys. i miss paddy ☹️

oh they mentioned benjicot!!! now we all look stupid cause that ‘davos’ guy was really not benji. (i still love the fanfics though. he’s a handsome man)

so rhaenyra disappears once more and the council doesn’t take jace, baela or rhaenys serious enough. it’s frustrating but omg the way jace spoke to rhaenyra when she retuned ???!!

my mother wouldn’t have taken that lightly

but it’s rhaenyra so she’s a sweetheart as always. i gotta say though that she’s taking things so calmly? like she took forever to return to dragonstone while the greens kept plotting. where were you girliepop?

i understand wanting to make sure the only way to get through this is through war but some urgency would be nice.

did jace learn how to speak like that from daemon? cause it was giving daemon including how he rested his hand on the sword handle.

now onto the battle at rooks rest:

where do i fucking start?

rhaenys is a queen. she is a true soldier. she knows how to battle. SHE IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

if she said dracarys once…it was a lot.

ATTACK MELEYS. that’s how you fucking do it. that’s how you fight with dragons not just spewing fire at each other.

rhaenys is a queen and i had so many high hopes but i knew…we all knew she wouldn’t make it. i think she knew as well and it was so devastating. it’s one of the reasons why i was shaking at the end and crying too.

hey alexa please play ‘birds of a feather’ by billie eilish.

she survived so much but vhagar is just too fucking big. maybe if she hadn’t been sent alone this wouldn’t have happened.

so far this has been what has hurt me the most because i love rhaenys’ character and its gonna be so sad not having her around.

granted she went down like a true warrior. it was honorable.

sunfyre is the prettiest dragon to date. i’m so happy we finally got to see him. my gosh it brings me so much happiness to see aegon interacting with sunfyre. that man deserves some happiness in his life. it was truly heart warming.

now i don’t know what the fuck has gotten into aemond. i went to liking his character to completely hating him.

it’s truly each man for himself with this fucking family. tell me how aemond looked straight at aegon (who was happy to see his brother coming to aid) and yelled dracarys. WHAT THE FUCK MAN

this is what happens when you have shitty parents.

i’m not going to fucking stand here and say aegon was innocent when he has teased aemond all his life but does it warrant KILLING YOUR BROTHER? all because he teased you on the brothel when he saw you with your substitute mommy? GROW THE FUCK UP. I know he’s thirsting for the throne but my man you’ll get the chance trust me. THIS IS NOT THE WAY

FUCK i never thought i’d be on aegons side but then again no one on the show is on his fucking side. they don’t treat him like a fucking person but yet another thing to manipulate and it pisses me off

stricking him down wasn’t enough aemond had to find him and put his sword through his body too. thank fuck for criston cole. now that’s something i never thought id say

now i don’t know if he’s alive or dead. i personally think he’s alive but geez aemond. what the fuck?

why didn’t you give him the opportunity to flee in season 1? why must you do this?

if aegon is dead…i’ll be devastated. i’ve grown to like his character these last couple of episodes.

HELL EVEN CRISTON COLE WAS SHOCKED

THE ONLY ONE WHO WORRIED FOR AEGON THIS WHOLE EPISODE

Just goes to show how shitty these people are.

Bottom line. Meleys and Rhaenys had an honorable death. Inevitable once Vaghar joined in because that dragon is much too big. I wanted her to flee but I knew she wouldn’t. She has honor. ✊

also is alicent’s brother dead? or is he around somewhere?

i desperately need more helaena next episode. we didn’t even get a glimpse of her this episode. but if she’s gonna get hurt then i’d rather not have her on the episode. don’t know how ill live if that precious bean is hurt.

this post could’ve been better but my progress was ruined when tumblr decided to delete the post i was working on.

as always feel free to comment so we can talk more about this.

kisses! -Nikki 🤍

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