#gotcha like a moth to the flame

[puttybutter]

Not me listening to Flame on repeat for the 6th day in a row.

"Gotcha gotcha gotcha gotcha GOTCHA!"

Yeah, go watch Jentry Chau vs. The Underworld

[compassmili]

Nobody's put Flame on here... I'll do it next time I'm on desktop

[pixiefeatherkw3]

♪ Gotcha (like a moth to the flame) ♪

[bunniapa]

Gotcha like a moth to the flame 🔥

[ravecover]

Gotcha like a moth to the flame ✧･ﾟ

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

GOTCHA LIKE A MOTH TO THE FLAME

[bunnylove369]

Can you make part 2 of Masky x reader story? Please🥺🥺

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚘��

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝙶𝙽 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚎𝚝𝚌..

⚠️𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝙳𝙽𝙸⚠️

𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚝

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You awoke with strange walls around you, your breathing ragged as you struggled to come awake, there was a bright light shining into your eyes from above you.

You started to panic, remembering the string of events that happened before you had passed out. The strange man with the feminine mask, the syringe, the kidnapping. Everything was coming back to you in shockwaves, the memories flying you into a mad panic.

You tried to move, but your wrists and ankles were bound to the chair that you are sitting in. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” You cried out helplessly, trying your best to untangle yourself from your restraints.

“Sounds like someone’s awake.” Said a teasing voice from the corner of darkness. “Who are you?! What do you want?!” You called out, all of your hairs were standing on end, the goosebumps tracing your skin as your panic set in even more. “What I want,” he said, “Is you.”

As the last word fell from his lips you became immediately aware of the dangerous situation you were in. “Why me? Why not anyone else?” You questioned further, trying to get an idea of this guy. “I’m not entirely sure, I just like you.” He said, your body’s fight or flight mode reached as he began to take steps towards you. “You know, ever since I began watching you,” he continued as he began to circle you, “I felt drawn to you. Much like a moth to a flame. Your beauty is captivating, and your body,” he said as he looked you up and down, “Is just as beautiful.”

“You are disgusting!” You cried out, desperately trying to get out of your restraints. All of a sudden he got up in your face, his hands on either of the armrests as he forced you to look at him. “I love you, y/n. And I always have.” He said, you could see the concern and longing in his face as his jaw clenched awaiting your answer. “You’re crazy!” You responded, as your restrains began to become looser you realized that you had rubbed them together so hard and so quickly that the ropes burned through the other, in turn allowing just enough room for you to remove your hands.

He looked hurt from your words as he began to leave the room for a moment, and you weren’t going to stay to find out what he was going to get. So, with that you let your hands out of the restraints as you began to undo the ropes around your ankles. Once you got those loose you got up and ran out of the abandoned building, not looking back, but trying to be as quiet as you possibly could.

You made it to the woods as you heard the man yell from inside, and you weren’t going to stay to find out what he was going to do once he caught you. You ran as fast as your body would allow you to.

But soon you heard heavy footsteps behind you and a hand clamped around your throat as your back made contact with a very broad and hard chest. Whoever it was smelled like the woods and a metallic smell that you assumed to be blood. Your panic began to set in again as the man said “Gotcha, mouse.”

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 request♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[mooshkat]

fuck it friday

(aka, i just wanted an excuse to put out a snippet as an interest check. as per usual with a ghostface au, beware of blood, violence, gore, ect.)

Tommy's been watching the kid for a while.

He’s meant to be in a retirement of sorts and has buried the urge for years to pull the mask back out, but he’s been drawn to keeping up with the recent killings in the news like a moth to a flame.

The kills are sporadic and never too close together to cause a noticeable pattern and stir panic in the news, and anything caught on film has been blurry photos posted to Twitter, but the work is sloppy.

The crime scene photos released to the public remind Tommy of a puppy getting a new toy and shredding it in minutes; there's blood everywhere around the body, splattered on the walls and soaked into the carpet, and it’s smeared like there's been a hasty cleanup of evidence. 

The killer is good at staying unknown, but as it is now, their days are numbered at getting caught.

Tommy knows what to look for, sees the people the new killer is targeting, and notices the similarities between them all. There’s always hidden dirt on them, things they’ve tried burying behind walls of money. The kinds of people that nobody is going to miss when they’re dead.

The urge to go back out there calls to him like never before. It's been years since he hung up the Ghostface mantle and here this newbie is, acting like they're trying to ruin the terrifying reputation he built. He thinks of digging into the back of his closet to pull out the old, worn mask that’s moved with him now three times.

Instead of being the hunter, Tommy turns the kid into the hunted. He starts going to bars and looking for potential targets lining up with the new killer's interests. It's a long waiting game, one that he almost gives up on and washes his hands of it all because he’s getting too fucking old to be spending his time off work like this, until he finally strikes gold and finds him.

The target is sleazy looking, someone who doesn't want to take no as an answer from the women he tries to chat up, and argues with anyone that tries to tell him to piss off. He finally stands up and bitches about leaving and calling an Uber, and Tommy catches a head of blond hair ducking out of the back exit as he does.

Gotcha.

He watches the man leave and waits, giving the newbie three whole minutes before he goes out of the same back door into the alley behind the bar. He reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out his old mask, sneezing lightly as he pulls the dusty thing over his head.

Tommy hears the familiar sound of someone choking on their own blood, the symphony of wheezing and gurgling in their throat as they try to breathe. He hears more blood splatter as a knife is removed, and steps around the corner to see the man shoved against the wall by the wannabe Ghostface.

The kid slowly turns his head to look at him and straightens up, letting the victim go. He slumps down the wall, dead before he hits the ground. The knife drips with fresh blood and Tommy wants, misses the familiarity of feeling a sharpened blade slice through skin and muscle with ease, but he shoves it down.

This baby Ghostface lunges at him, but Tommy is quicker and more skilled. He grabs the wrist holding the knife and uses his larger size as an advantage, shoving the kid against the brick wall with a hand on his throat. 

“Drop it,” he demands, voice a deep growl, but the other man doesn't say or do anything. The only sound he makes are harsh pants as he looks up at Tommy's mask. Tommy squeezes his wrist, tighter and tighter until the kid unwillingly drops the knife with a grunt.

[therottenkingsreckoning]

As it turns out, writing the sections after the big reveal are significantly harder. Nevertheless, I have completed another chapter for you, and have plans for many more!

As bonus, I'll also add at the bottom the lil clipart that inspired the Emperor's Treasure. Nothing special, but I might as well include it.

Enjoy!

~Little Flame, Chapter 6~

Frank loved bugs. The shimmering beetles and bright butterflies; cute fluffy moths & beautiful, deadly mantises and hardworking ants. Even the creatures that weren't technically bugs: spiders spinning their webs, snails with their elegant spiral shells, worms crawling blissfully under the dirt. As much as he loved studying them, they loved to catch them even more, the thrill of the hunt and the joy of exploring all in one. It was his favorite thing to do.

And today was the perfect day for it.

Net in hand, they scanned the horizon, eyes landing on the shimmer of a beetle's wings amongst the leaves. A pretty thing, orange and blue and white, as yet unaware of the approaching scientist. Slowly creeping forward from a crouched position, he took the swing and-

WHAP!

"Gotcha!" Frank shouted triumphantly, holding the scuttling insect inside their net. Quickly scooping it into a jar, he stood up, hissing and groaning as their joints protested the movement. "Oof, I'll have to get used to that," he said, hand on the growing belly that stuck out of their shirt. "You make this hard to do right now."

He was about 20 weeks in by now, Frank had kept track of that. Both for their own love of organized notes and with the encouragement of Jaya, who was naturally eager to be kept abreast of his health and the baby's. My baby, he thought contentedly. They still couldn't believe that it was actually true. All those daydreams & what-ifs, all the things he'd only imagined they'd ever have- all of that was real now. He had a home to call their own, a bunch of friends, a husband to love and who loved them back. And soon, a family.

"daydreamin' love?" A familar voice piped up from behind him, the mailman stepping off the road to stand beside them in the shade of the trees.

"Eddie!" Frank exclaimed. "What a pleasant surprise. You're not normally over in this part of the woods."

"Well, thought I'd drop by and see how you're doin'," Eddie said with a chuckle. "Even if it does mean being in the... buggy part of town."

"Aww, my brave man," Frank teased, kissing him sweetly. "You don't need to worry about me sweetheart, I'm doing fine. Just, well, thinking about our little one."

"I still can't believe that's true!" Eddie said, "I'm gonna be a daddy soon." He pulled his mate into a careful hug, the cautious, floaty grasp he'd been doing for several weeks.

Frank let out a huff, making the concious effort to squeeze him tighter. "Oh honestly, you treat me like I'm some china doll right now. I promise I won't break if you hug me. I'm stronger than that."

Eddie broke away and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I-I know that's probably true," he said. "But Poppy told me..."

"Poppy worries," Frank stated matter-of-factly. "She worries constantly about everything. Last thing I need right now is both of y-"

He froze, eyes wide as a flash of color suddenly appeared over their husband's shoulder. There was no mistaking it: the rosy and curlicued wings of an Emperor's Treasure.

On instinct they crouched down low, motioning Eddie to do the same. "I never thought I'd see one in person," they breathed in awe. "They're so rare!"

Eddie turned to look at what was so important behind him, then carefully crept out of range of mate, chuckling softly. He knew what was about to happen.

Slowly, cautiously, Frank raised their net. This was it. The prized jewel of their collection, the one he'd longed for for ages. If they could just catch this one, all his dreams would come true. They tensed his muscles, aimed and-

WHAP!

The net hit empty tree bark, its prey fluttering quickly off to settle on a different branch.

"Aww, ya almost had it!" Eddie laughed, starting to rise from his spot. "You'll get it next-"

WHAP!

Another miss. The butterfly flew higher now into the branches of the tree, seeming almost to mock Frank with its refusal to run away entirely. They started to reach up, preparing to climb, but a hand on his shoulder stopped them. "H-hey now darlin," Eddie started, all laughter suddenly gone from his voice, "please don't be climbin' things right now. I know you want it, but that's really not-"

Frank shrugged him off without a word. Their mind was a lazer beam of focus at this moment, a frenzied loop of the single desire to catch. that. bug. he scaled up, net in mouth until they reached a point where he could swing, the butterfly so close that he could practically already feel it in their hands. Releasing one hand from the branch it was holding, he began to pull the net from their mouth, preparing to take his shot.

It might've been the strange position he was in, the unaccustomed added weight put on a single branch admittedly just a bit too small to support it. But suddenly, with a horrid CRACK the branch splintered and broke, the scientist letting out a yelp of shock that was drowned out by Eddie's scream of "FRANK!!!"

Wind rushed out of Frank's lungs as they collided with something on the ground. Or rather, two somethings, those being the arms of his husband who had dove to catch them. "Frank..." Eddie grumbled, not yet looking up from where his face had hit the dirt.

Above, the butterfly soared on, its brilliant pink hues disappearing into the sky. "Oh, hurry!" Frank exclaimed, reaching around for his net. "There's still time, I can-"

"Frank."

"Just gotta-"

"FRANK YA AIN'T LISTENIN' TO ME!!!!"

Frank paused, hand still reaching out towards the net. It wasn't just the sudden shout- a thing Eddie rarely did at all- but the undeniable note of pain inside his words. They turned to look at him, and as they'd suspected he was...crying, fear and anger and grief plain to read on his face.

"Eddie..."

He sniffled. "I love you. I... Frank, I love you both so much." His voice was small and fragile now, his hand laid over his partner's belly. "Can't begin to tell ya...how happy being a father makes me."

Frank carefully put a hand over their love's, looking into his teary eyes.

"And..." the man continued, "I don't...I don't know what I'd do if I lost either of ya. And I know ya think I'm overreactin', I know ya think it doesn't matter, but...p-please...please just..."

"Ok."

Eddie looked up at this, and met Frank's eyes which themselves were now brimming with tears. Gently cupping his face with a hand, they went on. "I'm sorry. You're right, I wasn't considering you or the baby at all. That's not fair to you."

They sighed. "And you're right. Much...much as I hate to admit it, I do need to be more careful now. At least until the baby's born." He straightened up and said "from now on, no more catching bugs."

Eddie chuckled weakly, wiping the tears from his eyes. "W-well, I wouldn't go that far. I just don't want ya climbin' trees about it or nothin'."

"Ah."

"I wouldn't be that mean." he pulled his mate into another hug this time, squeezing tighter than before although he was still taking care not to press too tight.

"You're not mean," Frank huffed gently, leaning gratefully into the embrace. "I get it, you do it because you love us."

They kissed him. "And we love you too."

[poorlytunedukulele]

Day 10 - Dream

You are here.  After so long, you are finally here.  You have followed the song of this star from light-centuries away- a song of potential.  A song sung not in certainty, but in expectation.  Of want.  You are as a moth drawn to the burning flame of hope.  There is meaning here.

There is meaning everywhere, if you look for it.  Countless eons you have passed in company, by rocky planets and wave-churned fundaments, in the thick soup of gas giants, on fragile web-filaments strung between asteroids.  You have known a hundred trillion faces.  You have seen so much that nothing could be unusual to you anymore.

It can still be new.  Even this plain star, this system so rote- even this is still new.  The differences may be infinitesimal on a universal scale, but they are still differences, and their effects echo long and far.  The voices on the wind are those of strangers.

-

Her arms are on fire.  They itch.  The Shard before her ripples with iridescent sparks.  There is too much Light- she can see the bones of her hands through the flesh.  It crashes over her again like a wave, like a landslide-

-

Ground shifts.  Seas boil up into existence.  A thousand small tragedies occur- a rock, once sat in the light of the sun, buried.  New plants, just testing the soil with their roots, drowned in a flood.  Things are changed, irrevocably, taken from their set destinies by your gardening.  Your touch breaks, damages, alters, but as things heal, they heal better.  After the flood, stronger plants grow.  Fish swim.  The planet goes from sun-burned rock and icy dust to a garden.  It blooms.

-

Her heart pounds heavy in her chest.  There is air in her lungs, but it’s too much.  Goosebumps tear over her skin like fire on an oil slick.  Her senses are fully haywire- she smells the lights of her HUD like mango and lime, and the heaviness of the water around her is a ringing in her ears.

Abort, abort, Spark thinks.  It’s the only coherent thought in Azra’s head.  She pushes off from the Shard-

-

You cast the shards away.  You have broken yourself to do this.  Broken yourself in a million ways.  In this breaking, there is despair; that you, as you are now, are not strong enough.  You could never be strong enough.  You are subtlety, quiet voices in large crowds, a child’s wonder, forgiveness.  Your foe is sharp knives and finality and death and death and death.  It would cut you to the marrow.  Drink your soul.  Twist you until you are something you are not.

But in this breaking, there is hope.  Hope that you can heal.  That you can be better.  That this sacrifice will mean something.  That your bet will pay off.  It is an impossible hope, that you could ever beat this foe.  You hope anyway.

The breaking is a promise.  It is a terraforming of yourself.  Every piece you shed is a whisper, still yours in intent and power, but now separate, forever changed.  The splinters crash into mountains and splash down into seas, causing earthquakes and sending up gouts of superheated steam.  They drift on breezes.  They think, with the ponderous slowness of glaciers, in the quick leaps of electrons across the void.  A million sparks of yourself pull themselves together, a million notes of respect and wonder and hope and yearning.  They are the Ghosts of all of your plans, phantoms of the future.

-

She’s underwater.  That’s all she can process at first.  She’s underwater and there is an arm around her chest, tugging at her.  Pulling her up?  Dragging her down?  She has no sense of direction until her head breaks the surface.  Azra gasps desperately, on instinct, but she’s fine.  She’s wearing a helmet, and her rebreather is constantly cycling cool, fresh air against her face.  She can’t drown.

She gasps anyway.  All of her nerves feel lit and over-sensitive.  She tries to kick her legs but the muscles just spasm randomly.  Her body doesn’t feel real.

“Hang on, I gotcha,” Shiro grunts from behind her.  That’s Shiro’s arm, then, pulling her.  He shifts his grip and begins towing her back to the cliff with powerful strokes.  Azra lets herself go limp, trying to just keep her wits, remember where she is.

The cliff, the Shard.  Answers.  They were looking for answers.  About how she’d regained her Light during the Red War.  Why her.  What this piece of the Traveler, having sat on the ocean floor for centuries, had to say.  She wanted to try to commune with it again.  Lucky she’d brought Shiro along- she’d have drifted in the ocean for a while waiting for her muscles to learn to obey her again.

At the rock face, she grips the wall with all of her might and lets her helmet rest against the stone.  The sense of itchy wrongness is fading, but she has no strength.

“Here,” Shiro says.  He’s right next to her, still, and without another word he rearranges the pair of them- Azra clinging piggyback, Shiro hanging on the sheer wall.  He takes a few deep breaths and then smoothly, confidently, starts hauling them both up the rock.

It’s not a show of strength, exactly- Shiro is an Exo, so his frame is perfectly capable of supporting both of their weights.  Even with her gear, Azra’s only adding maybe a hundred kilograms.  But even if it’s not an unusual amount of strength, it is an impressive display of balance and coordination.  Rock climbing is tricky enough without extra weight disrupting your balance.  And Shiro’s finger-joints aren’t flexible enough to conform to holds like Azra’s are, his hands too rigid to cram into cracks effectively.

Azra will have to take time to admire the skill later.  It’s taking all her effort just to remember how to breathe and hold on at the same time. 

Shiro heaves them over the edge and lets Azra down on solid ground.  “Spark?” he asks, already turning to dive back in for the Ghost.

“He’s alright,” Azra answers.  Spark had stayed out of realspace, so he hadn’t been incapacitated like Azra had been.  Shiro steps away from the drop, back towards the boulder where they’d left a pile of their things.  A second later and he’s back with Azra’s boots- which he sets within arm’s reach- and her cloak, which he wraps around her shoulders.

Azra clings to the fabric.  It’s grounding.  Reassuringly familiar.  Shiro, too, is familiar.  He sits down next to her and she leans on him automatically.

“Take your helmet off first,” Shiro orders.  Azra fumbles for her latches.  Spark whisks it away as soon as she gets it off her head.  Almost immediately she misses the cool breeze of her respirator- the air is warm and humid and full of the smell of ocean brine.  The sun’s bright, too, making her squint.  But at least now she can rest her head on Shiro’s stable shoulder.

They sit in quiet for a couple of minutes.  Azra’s nerves slowly calm from that raw dazzling fire to a more stable buzz.  She could have just chugged an energy drink.

“Any useful nuggets?” Shiro asks.

But Azra shakes her head mutely.  It’s far too jumbled, too alien, to make any sense of.

Shiro sighs.  “Let’s not do that again.  I don’t like having to haul your catatonic ass out of the ocean more than I have to.”

Azra nods into his shoulder.  She knows he’s burning with curiosity.  She’s grateful he’s not pushing the issue.  She doesn’t know if she could sort out the dreams into words right now.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Azra murmurs.

“Always,” Shiro replies.

AO3 Linky!

[ghostlychaosfoil]

gotcha like a moth to the flamee

[compassmili]

HEAD IN HANDS. GOTCHA LIKE A MOTH TO THE FLAME. 想要得到我但你根本不配.

[legendaes]

word in the markets is that they had seen bird of legend around here . her grandma had spun the tale time & again of a savior : she didn’t protect everyone, but it was more than most would do for zaun. good enough in zeri’s book. tentatively, for her at least, she approaches the opening. no breeze, though device has been made to work on one. wouldn’t be the first time she talked to what seemed like thin air. ‘ gotcha somethin’, janna! ’ in her hands, a scaled down metal clocktower, and at it’s height is a wire . attached is a bird-like model. in lieu of a breeze, she passes a spark through and bird, green with her energy rather than janna’s alleged blue circles. clock ticks, but that’s more for the aesthetic, one that doesn’t always run isn’t very good at keeping time. she doesn’t know that this display is being seen at all, but she speaks again anyway, ‘ sooo… i’ll just leave it here? ’ ( 👋😌)

the wind carries and allows messages heard across zaun, whispers and stirs that allow curiosity to reign and heed impulses. no one refers to them as jan'ahrem any longer, a name left to the dry deserts, but she hears and feels the tickles of her name, of prayers, that draw her out like a moth to flame. she observes from a silent distance at first, feeling the youth that radiated off of this one, the energy and spark that she carries with her. it's uplifting. beady eyes peer at the clocktower and it brings warmth to her, warmth that dictates her next actions.

from the shadows, a blue bird comes fluttering down, chirping a few pleasant notes. the bird circled around zeri and her offering twice before it takes for a landing, clawed feet wrapping around the wire so that it perched on top of the model clocktower. the bird stares at zeri with cognition and conscious apparent in its beady gaze, something kind in the way the blue bird peers at her. a breeze sweeps through the area, moving zeri's bright hair gently. something about the bird's uncanny stare seems to say thank you.

[gutsygills]

GOTCHA like a moth to the flame something something i dont speak mandarin

[fandom-collective-writers]

The Winnings of War (NSFW)

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe x f!Traveler

Warnings: NSFW, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Breast play, Vaginal sex Prompt: Snowball fight

Notes: The MC featured in this story is a former traveler that is of age.  

Written by: @voltage-vixen

“You can do better than that, Comrade! Surely, that’s not the best the infamous Traveler of Teyvat can do!”

The Harbinger chided teasingly as he dodged the incoming snowball that the Traveler launched at him. The morn of the dawn sky painted the snowy grounds where Childe and the Traveler would spend that early part of the day engaging in a playful (yet fiercely) competitive spar. Once their friendly jest with weapons would conclude (as well as the bickering about who ultimately dominated), the couple would spend the rest of these cold winter mornings curled up on the couch before the fire sipping hot cocoa together. These moments were precious to Childe as not even in his wildest dreams could he assume he would have found such a perfect partner that could keep up with his pining for adventure.

SPLAT!

A chilly and wet sensation inflamed Childe’s cheek, snapping him from the pleasant reminiscing and back into reality. The remains of the snowball trickled to the ground, and his jaw dropped while the Traveler giggled at the sight.

 “Aw, were you caught off guard? Best not taunt me again, my love.”

Archons, do I love this woman! Everything about her drew him in like a moth to a flame.

“Not bad, girlie. Not bad at all. Though, you know I can’t allow you to provoke me like that and not expect any retaliation!”

Childe dipped into a crouch, his hands snatching up and curling around mounds of snow before flipping into the air and gently pelting them at his lover in his act of retribution.

“Eek, Ajax! Quit it, that’s cold!” she yelped, her system flushed with shock from the coolness of the snow. “Cease fire, cease fire! I surrender!”

Stepping backwards in a race to dodge the rapid incoming snowballs being hurled her way, the Traveler managed to reach the door of the cottage they shared together. Just beyond the doorway was a launching device Albedo had tinkered with and asked her to experiment around with it during her combat experiences. Though she hadn’t had much of an opportunity to test it out yet, she was certain that returning the fire of snowballs back onto the harbinger would be the ideal situation to gather data from while also attempting to wipe the smug grin from his face. The device was nearly in the grasp of her fingertips. A little farther…..

“Gotcha, girlie!”

The launching device became distant in the traveler's vision as Childe pounded on her and developed her tightly in his grasp as they rolled deeper into the cottage. Her attempts at squirming free were futile, because the tips of his fingers pressed into her hips tighter. A sly smirk flashed onto his face before his fingers explored the lines of her curves.

“Stop it, you know I’m ticklish!” she exhaled between the fits of laughter. “I’ll do anything. ANYTHING!”

“Anything, you say?” 

The Traveler gulped when Childe’s gaze traveled to the ribbon of her dress beneath her chest. His fingers abandoned their residence along the definition of her waist, and twirled the bow of periwinkle ribbon around his finger. 

“Anything, Traveler?” the hydro vision bearer echoed. “Dare I assume that means I’m allowed to claim a reward as the victor of our brawl?”

Though his inquiry was inquisitive, Childe’s fingers appeared to have their own agenda as they languidly fiddled the ribbon undone. The traveler felt her lower belly flutter in a sweet anticipation of what was to come if she granted consent. 

“All you have to do is say stop and I will,” Childe murmured, his sight locked dead on to the woman pinned beneath him. “Demand I stop now, and I shall. I would never want to force harm upon you.”

The harbinger released the ribbon from his grasp and went to withdraw his hand, however, was met with resistance with his lover reaching to cling onto arm. 

“Would I ever deny you?” her voice laced in a sultry breathlessness. 

The implication of her yearning was clear.

“Very well,” Childe chuckled, shaking his hand free to make haste of that pesky ribbon that was containing the sight of those beautiful breasts of hers from him. “I won’t hesitate to claim my reward now.”

With a swift flicker, the ribbon was untied and the traveler’s breast as they bounced free from their containment. Childe’s lips greeted the soft flesh with his lips; his teeth biting one of her nipples before stripping the rest of her body so she could lay bare before him. His hands roamed in a descent while his mouth remained occupied. A mewl was uttered and the harmouns melody rang in Childe’s ears when his fingers connected with the wetness already pooling between her thighs. The traverler’s readiness only served to heighten his desires even more; inviting him to plunge a second digit into the woman.

“Those sounds you’re making for me are most pleasing,” Childe crooned, the curling of his fingers lost deep within his lover’s heat eliciting a carnal cry of bliss. “May I indulge in my reward for a tad longer before I grant you release?”

“Oh, Ajax, teasing me is your reward?! But I-,” MC huffed, unable to finish her thought after her utterance of his true name.

The words she had been attempting to voice were fading into the back of her mind, since each pressing kiss was ardent, amorous, and delightful. Every touch, squeeze, and caress that Childe was inflicting upon her body felt beyond sensational and drove her to melt into a helpless putty in her lover’s arms.

A groan of content escaped from MC’s lips as the pad of Childe’s thumb circled the bud of her womanhood; the friction teasing at the sensitive flesh joined with the thrusting of the harbinger’s dexterous fingers. Her back arched in sync with each movement until the warmth of her spasm shook the very core of her being with such a fierce intensity, the weight of MC’s head collapsed back down into the groove of the mattress underneath her. 

There wasn’t often a sight that captivated Childe’s regard, yet the woman laying before him still managed to capture his adoration like each time was their first . The messy curls of her hair sprawled across the fabric covers, which were dampened by the perspiration from MC’s skin. Eyes coated with lust, her bedroom eyes were all too familiar to the man. For he had claimed her time and time again, yet each time felt as exhilarating as fighting a fierce opponent in battle. 

“Ajax?”

MC’s soft spoken voice broke Childe from his train of thought. Dropping his gaze to meet hers, MC’s chest exhaled before uttering the words she had so desperately been trying to speak before their well-intentioned conversation had escalated into, ahem, a much needed engagement of affairs to unwind instead.

“Naughty girlie,” Childe coaxed, his tone as soothing as ever. “That was quite the spar. Are you saying that you are unaware of the fire you ignite within me?”

Childe raised his hand to his face, his tongue dancing along the lone finger still glistened in her nectar. Deliberately licking his finger clean with MC as his audience, he slowly extended his finger towards her mouth. Her face flushed a faint tint of pink, but that didn’t deter her from taking his finger into her mouth and sucking on it.

“Can you taste how delicious you are?” Childe probed, his cock throbbing at how enticing his MC was. “Are you naïve enough to believe that anything less than you offering your body to me would be enough to leave me fully satisfied?”

Those were the final words Childe spoke before allowing himself to succumb to his greed. Voice raspy from overcoming with lust, Childe’s eyes glinted while he glanced at MC like she was prey before him. Hunting was a pastime he would often engage in, and with his mark before him, he was on the prowl. 

MC’s tongue traced the lines of her lips as he settled his head between the cushions of her thighs. He nipped at her skin with his teeth, intentionally marking her for his own gratification. Her hips were squirming in effort to inch closer to his face, sighing when Childe’s tongue lapped at the bundle of nerves that filled her with delight when devoured. 

The Traveler was never one to shy away from a challenge; especially not to the man who was currently ravaging away at her dripping cunt.

However, with the way delectable way Childe’s adept tongue, fingers, and soon to be throbbing cock twitching against her thigh, she figured perhaps there was nothing wrong with surrendering to his cause for the moment and succumbed to the flames fanned by his desire.

[kiliinstinct]

Nalu for 28 if you feel like it!

Touch Prompts:

28: Feeling For Each Other In the Dark.

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It was a unnatural shadow that cast it’s darkness over the cavern, one born of magic that ate away others abilities to keep them blind and lost in maze like corridors. This job was a tough one and Lucy groaned from the chilled floor, sore and weary from exertion. Her magic wasn’t working. Not properly, but she still felt it beneath her skin. The gentle heat of her keys gave her the motivation she needed. She wasn’t beaten yet.

“Natsu?” She asked, staring into the darkness, desperately trying to see some shape or form. He’d been by her before the floor had dropped beneath them. He should still be nearby. “Natsu, are you there?”

He was unconscious was he? What if he struck his head. What if he’d used too much magic and was too weak to move? He had a nasty habit of over doing it, could that be the case now? A frantic worry began to boil in her stomach, but a low groan from her right canceled out her shouting his name again.

“- feel like, I’m gonna.... hurl... What was moving?” The nauseated voice filled Lucy with relief, amused despite herself.

“We fell through a hole.” She explained, clearing her throat to talk louder. “It wasn’t a vehicle.”

“Tell that to my stomach.”

“I would if I could see it.”

He chuckled and ruffled movements of clothes and sandals scraping the ground told Lucy all she needed to know. He was moving. Good. “Weirdo, why didn’t you say so earlier? Give me a second.” A second was all he needed for the familiar heat of his flames to wash over her, close by, yet not seen. The magic seared and crackled through the air.

Then it was gone. Fizzling out like a wet match. Natsu growled. “What the? This damn place is sucking up my fire! That’s cheating!”

Feeling around the ground, Lucy began to search for him. Ignoring his complaints as she crawled across the floor blindly trying to discern just how close to her he truly was. This darkness was absolute. Too strong. Too deep. Whatever trap or magic had caused it was too well made. She couldn’t even begin to figure it out. Not without light. Not without a way out.

“It wont let me use my keys either.” She muttered, flinching when her finger smacked against a jagged rock. “Ow, ow, can you please try and find me instead of whining like a baby?!”

“That’s what I’m doing!” He snapped back, and it must have been true, he sounded closer than before. “I can smell you at least so don’t freak out too much. In fact, hold still and let me find you.”

Lucy scoffed, hand outstretched as she shuffled along, “As if, I’m not staying in one place! It’s too cold for that!”

Calloused fingers grabbed her own and Lucy paused, letting out a whoosh of air she’d been holding. Perhaps, she had been a little more panicked than she cared to admit, but she knew those fingers. Knew them well as they threaded with her own, tugging her close so the heat of Natsu’s body settled into her bones. She sighed, relieved and feeling more secure by the second.

“Gotcha.” He celebrated, voice a low growl that echoed across the walls and into her ear. She shivered, not from the cold, but too concerned too think on it. “Now let’s get out of here.”

“And how do you suppose we do that?” She asked. It wasn’t meant to be biting, and she squeezed his hand tight for reassurance.

“No clue!” Natsu chortled, and the familiar sizzle of magic sparked in his hand. Not enough to create a fire, but Lucy’s eyes widened in amazement when she realized her own magic was answering the call. “But we’ll figure it out, cause we’re awesome, right?”

“Right. Awesome...” So confident, he appeared, but it was difficult to doubt him. So she didn’t. The spark of magic she felt as still there, like a tiny moth fluttering just out of reach. Unlike the previous times, Lucy felt no outside force drawing it away. Maybe they really could do this.

“Hey, Natsu,” Lucy inched closer to him and moved to stand, a plan already formulating in her mind. It was rare Hard to achieve. So very difficult, but she had managed it with Juvia before, why not Natsu? “How about you fire it up just a little bit more?”

“Eh? But wouldn’t that burn you-“

Fingers focusing on the magic she felt between them, Lucy let it flow and the keys on her hip emitted a glow in answer. It was dim, but the darkness failed to put it out. Natsu paused in his words and with an excited laugh, he did as she asked, the magic of his flames lit between their fingers and sparks like stars glittered between them.

“Hell yeah! Let’s kick this places ass!” Another burst of magic and the light roared to life, followed by Lucy’s laughter.

“I don’t think it has an ass!” She said, tears of relief prickling her eyes, “but lets go find the others!”

Not a doubt at all. They would be okay, because they were together.