#he wouldn't use his “followers” to spread fear

[the-whispers-of-death]

cult leader stone .

i dont know where this thought came from or even if you can do anything with it. but know that i thought of this.

Anon: *proposes Cult Leader!Stone*

Stone in my head: HUH??

Honestly, I don't think Stone could be charismatic enough to be a cult leader. Unless it's Baker!Stone. Baker!Stone is the most charismatic Stone variant there is, and even then the man is too much of a softie to really be a cult leader.

So I feel like Cult Leader!Stone isn't really a cult leader, like not one who manipulates his followers like most cult leaders do, he just gained a shit ton of people who are hanging onto his every word and they follow him around. He's really confused because he's just a retired Fleet Marine Corpsman (I made him retired in this AU because how else is he supposed to be leading a cult, he can't lead one when he's on deployments), someone that's usually considered to be unapproachable.

I feel like the man would use his newfound power for good. Like:

Follower: What should we do in preparation for the second-coming of Jesus?

Stone, a Catholic who has never really heard a priest talk about the second-coming of Jesus: Take care of yourself and those around you. Drink lots of water and eat nutritiously. And don't force others to join the group.

Another Follower: ...We shouldn't spread the word about your holy word?

Stone: Maybe don't call it my holy word. And yeah, I mean, tell them what I've said, but only if they ask for it. Don't force them into a conversation about us.

Yeah, so like, I think Stone would just see the amount of people who want to buy or build a compound for this "cult" and be like "We should let the homeless sleep and live here for free."

[vividly-vermillion]

✴︎ CAUGHT RED HANDED PART 2

જ⁀➴ The LADS guys catch you masturbating.

ﾉ including: Zayne

ﾉ cw: afab!reader, no pronouns used, masturbation, getting caught, oral (reader receiving), mentions of fingering, consent king Zayne, petname "Darling"

ﾉ wordcount: 1.1k

ﾉ info: As feared, i escalated with the headcanons. Rafayel and Sylus follow next week! ﾉ Requests are OPEN!

-> Xavier

COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

✶࿐ Zayne

♡ You had clear orders from Doctor Zayne; Rest for a few days, eat meals regularly, hydrate and take your meds. He wouldn't need to tell you that he expected to hear from you at least twice a day, you'd blow up his phone like you usually would when you were injured and bored.

♡ Today however you spent your day sleeping, bathing and binge watching your latest tv-show, you completely forgot that time and space exist and that a certain doctor would grow worried if he wouldn't hear from you and how well you listened to his orders.

♡ Out of nowhere the mood hit you and your hand slowly traveled over your thighs, teasing yourself by touching yourself close to your core, but never quite where you needed it.

♡ By the time you finally peeled off your clothes, you were dripping wet, the teasing made you even needier than you already were, your panties drenched with your arousal.

♡ Carelessly, you tossed them to the floor and propped your feet up on the living room table, your thighs spread wide and your folds glistened with arousal.

♡ Your fingers danced over your folds before gently rubbing circles over your clit until your pussy clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.

♡ Time didn't exist anymore in this moment, the sounds from your TV slowly faded into the background and the pleasure overwhelmed you to the point where you didn't hear your phone vibrate or the knocks on your door.

♡ Zayne grew worried after hearing nothing from you all day, so he decided to go past your place to cook a nice meal for you and to make sure you were looking after yourself.

♡ When you didn't react to messages or the rather loud knocks he grew concerned. What if you fell and couldn't get up? Pressing his ear against the door didn't make things better.

♡ All he heard were whines, whimpers and the occasional groan, which let his mind run wild. Did you fall and hit your head on the kitchen counter? Were you in pain and couldn't call for help?

♡ He decided that he had enough, swiftly typing in the code to your apartment, but the view was everything but a half dead person, rendered helpless and possibly bleeding on the floor.

♡ Zayne couldn't help but let his eyes wander for just a second, but the grocery bags already slipped out of his hands, only to land on the floor with a loud thud.

♡ Your eyes flew open at the noise and you instinctively closed your legs and reached for a couch pillow to shield your nakedness from the intruder, your eyes widening in utter shock when it was Zayne.

♡ He tried to be respectful, his eyes trained on your face despite having seen your body in different states of undress before. But this was different. He was Doctor Zayne in these past instances - and you certainly weren't touching yourself then either.

♡ His eyes looked colder than usual, hungry, needy and it was hard to miss how every muscle in his body tensed up with restraint.

♡ “Don't,” a single word slipped from his lips as if it was an order, but he didn't move an inch, leaving you the choice if you disregard his orders as usual or if you will follow them for once.

♡ Your tight grip on the pillow loosened, fingers almost going slack which made the pillow slip down enough to reveal the valley of your breasts. With a rather helpless look you looked up at the man from your seated position and nodded your head - giving him consent.

♡ Zayne almost missed the slight movement of your head but your body language grew less offensive and more desperate with each passing second.

♡ “I should scold you for making me worry,” he breathed out as he stalked over to the couch where you sat, which made you feel like prey under his intense gaze.

♡ “You can also help me instead,” your voice was breathy from how close you were and it was as if every last bit of restraint left Zayne with your words.

♡ The usually reserved man dropped to his knees between your legs and kissed along your inner thighs all the way to your mound.

♡ “Tell me to stop,” again, it sounded more like an order but you knew what he meant. He wanted to respect you, to keep you at a certain distance and not cross this line but at the same time he needed you like his lungs needed oxygen to breathe.

♡ You simply shook your head and ran your hand through his soft, dark hair. You shouldn't let him, but you've been fantasizing about him all day already, imagining his hands playing with your pussy instead of your own.

♡ “What if I don't want you to stop?” You ask simply and you could swear that you saw the corners of his lips curl into the smallest smirk known to mankind.

♡ “When will you ever listen to me, darling?” He sounded defeated as his breath fanned over your exposed pussy before he closed the small distance.

♡ A relieved sigh left your lips when Zayne’s tongue dragged through your folds in a zigzag motion and his eyes rolled back the moment your juices melted on his tongue.

♡ Your hand reached down again to thread your fingers through his hair, gently pulling on the fine strands which made him eat you out with more fervor, if that was even possible.

♡ “Eyes on me,” another order he breathed out the moment you closed your eyes in pure bliss, forcing yourself to look back down at the handsome man between your thighs.

♡ You didn't expect your fantasy to come true when you started to touch yourself to his image - the thought of getting caught by him was your biggest fear, but you realized it was nowhere near as scary when it actually happened.

♡ Watching Zayne slowly losing his composure to the point where he was eating you out like a man starved was enough to have you whimpering his name, slowly panting like a bitch in heat from how good he made you feel.

♡ “Come for me, darling,” his thumb replaced his tongue momentarily while he spoke, not wanting to rob you of this pleasure before diving back in to suckle at your bundle of nerves.

♡ This was an order you would definitely listen to… not like you had any other choice as the knot in your stomach already tightened, ready to snap at any moment.

[munsonsmixtapes]

hello! if you have the time could you please write soft Eddie guiding a shy reader when they make out for the first time?

part two

There's a knock on Eddie's door and he hurries to answer it, hoping it's who he thinks it is. He isn't expecting anyone else, but it's not uncommon for people to show up looking to buy from him, but he really hopes it's you. He's been looking forward to tonight for over a week since you suggested it. He opens the door and there you are, beautiful as ever.

He steps aside and you plant a soft kiss on his cheek as you enter the trailer. You hold out a DVD and a few of Eddie's favorite snacks and he can't help but smile at how sweet you are. You've only been on a few dates and hopes he wouldn't scare you off if he proposed. Because if he's being honest, he can't see himself with anyone else.

No one he's dated has ever been so sweet to him. All they seemed to be interested in was using him for his body and rarely anything else. He wasn't really known as Eddie "the freak" Munson (well, maybe in other ways) anymore, but it still seemed like people didn't want anything else from him besides drugs or sex.

But you? All you seem to want from him is his company, genuinely interested in all of his fun facts that he has about random subjects and you even laugh at his jokes. And they aren't pity laughs either. You're a breath of fresh air and he hopes you'll stick around forever.

"You didn't have to do all this," he tells you with a smile as he takes the stuff from you. You're staring down at the floor and he can tell you're getting shy on him again. He doesn't mind, though. He thinks it's cute.

"Of course I did," you insist. "I wanted to treat you for once," you then smile and Eddie never gets tired of seeing it.

"Well I'm not going to say no to that," he responds then takes you by the hand, threading his fingers through yours. "Now c'mon."

You follow him over to the couch and the two of you sit together, but you make sure to leave a little space to be polite. You want to be cuddled up into his side, though. You want rest your head on his chest as his hand lazily runs up and down your back.

A lot of the people you've out with all seemed to be after one thing so it warms your heart that Eddie is willing to go at your pace. He always waits for you to initiate things like hugs or kisses and waits until you pull away, never asking for more. He's nothing but a gentleman and you really like spending time with him.

Eddie spreads out all of the movies you brought, his eyebrows quirking at the variety. You seem to have an eclectic taste and he admires that. He plucks the horror movie from the selection and heads over to the VCR. As soon as his back is turned, you begin to panic. You had only brought the movie to give you excuse to get close to him because of the scary scenes, but now you're beginning to regret your decision.

Eddie turns back to you and you try to hide your fear, debating on telling him that you'd rather watch something else, but you can't yourself to form the words. So you just sit in silence as Eddie moves back over to the couch, sitting even closer to you now and your fear takes over as you throw yourself into his arms.

Eddie lets out a laugh at your eagerness but he wraps his arms around you anyway, pulling you even closer to him as he turns his head towards the screen. You instantly feel better knowing that he'll keep you safe but can't help but think about what Steve told you when he rented the movie out to you.

He told you that it was the scariest movie he'd ever seen and that he couldn't sleep for days afterwards. And you rented it anyway even though he had suggested many more options that weren't nearly as scary and would still help you get into Eddie's arms despite how silly he thought the idea was.

The movie hasn't even started and you're already burying your head into his chest, gripping his shirt in your fists as tight as possible. His hand moves up to stroke the back of your head as he murmurs something to you that you can't quite hear.

"Hey, hey," he says as grabs hold of your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. His are nothing but soft as they look at you, his eyebrows knitting together in concern. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," you shake your head, suddenly feeling silly for how scared you just were. "It's nothing."

"We don't have to watch the movie," he tells you. "If you were scared, why didn't you say something?" It's a fair question, but you stay silent, not wanting to tell him the truth.

"I-" you start to say but cut yourself off, not wanting to admit the truth nor finding the right words to use.

"You what, honey?" He asks, his hands moving up and down your back exactly the way you wanted him to. Sometimes you're convinced he's a mind reader.

"I just wanted an excuse to cuddle you," you tell him, your voice so soft he almost didn't hear you. And at that, Eddie lets out a laugh before pulling you to his chest, giving you a tight squeeze. You have to remind yourself that he's not laughing at you, but because of you.

"You could have just cuddled me," he says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world and it is. Well, it should be, but you've always found it hard to voice what you want no matter how badly you want it.

"How about we call off the movie for now?" He asks and turns off the TV then pulls you closer to him, his hands still moving up and down your back. You look up at him as he licks his lips, now unable to think about anything but how inviting they look.

The two of you have kissed multiple times, but it's never gone any farther than little pecks here and there because you've been too afraid to do any more than that. But now you feel the need to go all the way, wondering what he tastes like, if his hair is as soft as it looks.

But you've never made out with anyone and that scares you. Even though you know for sure that Eddie would talk you through it, the whole thing still makes you feel nervous. But apparently not nervous to forget it completely because before you can stop yourself, you're looking up at Eddie, gulping before getting his attention.

"Eddie?" You ask and his head turns to you, those honey eyes boring into yours. You melt under his gaze but trying to muster up the confidence again.

"Hm?" He asks, that stupid smirk making its way upon his face, the same one that's always there when he looks at you.

"Can-" you cut yourself off for the second time tonight but Eddie just sits there, patient as ever as he waits for you to speak. He knows how hard it can get sometimes for you to speak your mind so he doesn't mind waiting for you to finish your thoughts. "Can I have a kiss?"

"Of course you can," he responds, taking your face in his hands and pecking your lips once, twice, three times before pulling away only for you to grumble in response.

"No," you shake your head. "I want a real kiss."

"Oh," he replies, wondering what made you decide on that, but wanting to oblige. He's willing to give you whatever you ask.

His hands move down to neck, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across your jaw as he leans in again, his lips slowly capturing yours as they move together slowly. He's nothing but gentle as he kisses you, showing you how it's done.

Your hands press against his chest and all you can think about how you can't believe you've gone so long without his lips attached to yours. They're nothing but soft and gentle and now you're sure that you can do this for hours.

Eddie breaks away before you're ready and you're breathing hard as you try to catch your breath. He stares down, a chuckle falling from his lips as he presses his forehead to yours.

"You're supposed breathe, baby," he tells you softly and you feel your cheeks heat.

"Can we try that again?" You ask as you pick up one of his curls, twirling it around your pointer finger, staring down at it as you speak again. "Do you think we could...make out? I promise to breathe this time."

"Oh, honey," he sighs before pressing a kiss to you lips. "I'd love to make out with you." Another and another until he's capturing your lips again, taking the lead again. You have no idea what you're doing but Eddie is being nothing but a sweetheart as he guides you through it.

He pulls away again and you whine this time at the absence of his lips, chasing him and getting in another quick kiss before you sit back, waiting for him.

"Do you want to sit in my lap?" He suggests. "I think that'll be more comfortable for you."

Eddie sits with his back against the couch and you do as he suggests and straddle his waist which feels foreign to you but he's right. It's much more comfortable. Your arms wrap around his neck as his rest on the small of your back, a good spot between your waist and upper back because this is just kissing and he doesn't want to give you the impression that he's going to go any farther.

"You kiss me now," he says and your heart races in your chest as you think about fucking it all up.

"Are you sure?" You ask, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on it as you contemplate.

"Positive," he nods. "You've got this. Do whatever you want, baby. This is all about you."

"Okay," you nod, leaning forward and slotting your lips just like he did, Eddie immediately responding to you but he's moving at your pace instead of leading like he previously had.

You remember to breath through your nose as your fingers thread into his hair on each side of his head. His hair is normally off limits because people get too rough with it, but with you, he doesn't care. In fact, he loves when you play with his hair, a little bit of love sprinkles into every touch of it.

"You're doing so good, honey," he murmurs against your lips. "Do you want to try sticking your tongue in my mouth?"

"Please," you whine with a yank of his hair and if you can feel his cock hardening underneath you, you don't say anything. And thank god for that.

"Do you want me to show you first?"

"Yes," you breath against his lips and he's getting even more hard, knowing that he's going to have to get himself off later because there's no way he's going to expect you to go all the way right now.

Eddie captures your lips again as his hands rest against your waist, landing on the strip of skin where your shirt has ridden up. His lips are moving against you to warm you up and then he gingerly flicks his tongue against your bottom lip.

"Open up," he commands against your lips and you do as he says, opening up for him as he slides his tongue into your mouth. He swirls his tongue around yours and you mimic his actions, tugging on his hair as a moan falls from your lips at the feeling of his tongue moving with yours.

Your eyes widen and you can't help but pull away as you suddenly feel embarrassed at the sound you've just made. Eddie, though? Eddie's convinced that's the hottest thing he's ever heard and he really wants you to make it again.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," he says quickly, trying his best to assure you. "It was really hot, actually."

"It was?"

"Definitely," he nods. "Would it help if you made me moan too?" All you can do is nod and before he can say anything else, your lips are on his, only a few seconds passing before your tongue is flicking against his bottom lip. He opens up immediately and you mimic what he just showed you, your tongue swirling around his as you pulling on his hair even harder, a loud moan falling from his lips.

You haven't thought about it until now since you were so caught up in his kisses, but you're soaking wet between your legs and if you had more confidence, you'd ask Eddie to take care of you, but you don't so you don't. You don't think you're ready for that right now anyway.

You try to focus on the taste of him to get your mind off of it. He tastes like cigarettes that you know he smoked before you came over and you don't know why but you can't get enough of it. It's intoxicating.

You stay like that for a while until your lips are kiss bitten and your legs are asleep from you straddling him for too long. You both decide to call it a night and Eddie walks you to your car like the gentleman he is, kissing you one more time before you drive away. He then goes back inside and heads to his room where he collapses onto his bed, deciding that he's probably (definitely) in love with you.

[elieowlsclownery]

Clara's Importance to Iruma and Unresolved Worries

Since I'm stuck waiting for the next chapter with clenched teeth lets dull the pain by discussing another reason to appreciate Clara, from Iruma's side!

There's obvious reasons why Iruma loves Clara if you pay attention to their dynamic even slightly:

Clara's one of the first who gave Iruma unconditional love and warmth

He's able to play and have fun with her in a way he was never able to as a child

Clara is cute and adorable and deserves the world

But here's a reason I think doesn't get a lot of attention:

Clara's the first person Iruma ever said no to.

Before meeting Clara Iruma didn't have any self-determination, aside from not being found out as a human and eaten. He wasn't all that comfortable with being treated like a master by Azz, but he still let Azz follow him around. He was especially uncomfortable with Grandpa Sully spoiling him and showing him off, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse and let gramps spoil him. He allowed the demons around him to do whatever not because he liked what they did, but because he was too scared to refuse and/or he's been conditioned by his parents to accept anything that's given to him.

Then he meets Clara. At first he treats her like he did with the other demons he's met, letting her do whatever and accept whatever...then something happens. He sees that Clara's so-called "friends" use her as a free snack machine. And he sees the snacks and toys Clara gives him and Azz. And something clicks with him.

He likes Clara. He wants to play with Clara. And he doesn't want Clara to feel like he's only playing because of the free juice. For the first time, we see him actually want something. And it's to play with Clara.

Before he was even trying to discover what it means to have ambition, before he realized he could have ambition, he found something he wanted and he actively sought it out. His first desire.

And this spread to how he treated Az. He realized he didn't want to just let Azz follow him passively, he wanted to be friends with both Clara and Az, to be an active participant in their lives. And it's the first time he started believing in the demon world as a home rather than a hostile place.

It might seem small compared to his later growth, but I think the latest chapter shows that this first desire is still a fundamental part of him. Because just like when he told Clara he didn't need her abilities play with him his first immediate instinct is to rush to Clara's side to comfort her. Not just for her sake but for his. He can't stand the idea that Clara could feel hurt in any way. He takes his soulmates' pain as his own without any filter.

He senses Clara's hurt for just a millisecond and he just books it!

But this immediate instinct to comfort her isn't enough, because this comfort can't erase her worries. Just like it never erased her worries back when they first met and Iruma said he genuinely wanted to play with her.

It wasn't enough when Iruma was trapped in an illusion during the Harvest Festival Arc. He knows his family and friends wouldn't say such things, he knows it's an illusion. But that wasn't enough to break it. Just like Clara knows her soulmates love her, it's not enough.

Iruma was able to literally pierce through his fears thanks to his master's words, and was able to save Clara with that perfect shot as well. Him stopping Clara's illusion was powerful, but ultimately it was to show his growth, his determination to stay in this world and be an archer. Clara didn't have the means to fight that illusion herself and even after breaking down, crying and holding the Iruma who'd never ask for juice, she still hid that worry away afterwards and never really unpacked it.

So how can Clara's worries be resolved? Well...

I don't know what Az is going to say, I'm sure it'll be impactful and the bond between them will grow even stronger, but as Iruma proved love alone will not cure anxiety. Az and Iruma both have masters that they can discuss and resolve their worries with (not to mention Iruma has Opera who just a few chapters ago he had a heart to heart with)

Clara needs to have that sort of access as well. Hopefully by maybe opening up about her worries to her soulmates post-wicked phase Clara is able to do just that with her master Raim. Or at the very least she could talk to her mom, but given how Wicked Clara is I think having a talk with Raim would be better...I think Raim reeeeeeally needs to know what happened to her Baby-chan.

Also hoping Balam has a talk with Az about the fact that he left a dangerous treat that he personally made unattended. I mean Clara's still the one who chose to go through his pockets but still the struggles of being responsible and all.

By the way this isn't to call Iruma selfish or bad in any way. Everything Iruma's done so far is out of love, and his part is important. After all if Iruma wasn't so lovable Clara wouldn't have nearly as many pages in the happy album. It's important to realize that the happy album, with all her hope and excitement and love for her soulmates is just as real and powerful as the sad album with her worries and fear and loneliness.

Still, I'm a worried Iruma'll blame himself for not being the one to save Clara this time, which neither of his soulmates want. Maybe that'll trigger his next leg in personal growth...Or maybe not! Maybe everything will turn out fine and Clara passes the midterm and they get to go on that trip to the Muddy-Buddy Swamp. She's been trying to go to a swamp with her friends for forever!

(This is from the sukima for volume 20 after the musical festival arc. It's chapter 177.5 on mangadex)

[melloollem]

Trash|| Bruce Wayne × child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), reader with no gender specified, comment if you want to be tagged in the continuation.

(Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

Prologue

The problem with Gotham was that those who said crime didn't pay would soon start to think it did and those who said it did would find the end too quickly for it to be true. Your problem was that you didn't have time to decide whose side you were on. When the city became a field of war, it was better to have a side, whether it was the side of the innocent or not.

Although you were young, you had seen the city destroy itself and start over many times. At some point, you realized that it wasn't starting over, it was just continuing. Fear gas exploded in the city, chaos spread, a villain was arrested, next month another villain had his own idea for an attack and the city didn't even have a chance to repair the damage from the last attack. It was in one of these circumstances that you lost your family. What did you do without your mother in a city where fear was a constant feeling? Survive and you would follow the law of the weakest.

Petty theft, that's how it always starts, take what you want and run. You weren't the most skilled, but circumstances make the thief and it's not as if you didn't have examples to follow. You lived on the worst side of town, used to seeing robberies almost daily, it was easy, just see where they went wrong and do better. You noticed that most of the thugs who committed robberies in Crime Alley were caught, ironic isn't it? You had also calculated a gap in time when there was no vigilante on duty, it was a few minutes before they spread across the city, the police patrols in Gotham were constant, but they weren't looking for you if you committed petty crimes, there were bigger problems for the city.

In a few months, you had your own map of Gotham, with the information that really mattered: areas prone to robbery, areas that should be avoided, small crooks, big crooks, who ran what, what crime could be committed in each area, which crime was worth the most. If circumstances made the thief, you were in the circumstance most likely to make him successful. And if it had all started with petty theft, soon your preparation would prove that you were capable of more, and it didn't take long for the bandits in the area to notice your potential, now you work as a bandit's henchman, it's not as if you were a big deal, they just considered you skillful enough. You could be useful to them, but if you died in a few weeks' time there would be another one like you, this town was shit.

And if with small robberies, you were out of focus, when a major city bank is robbed with all the vigilantes busy trying to stop it, now everyone knew there was something fishy and you knew it wouldn't be long before the vigilantes were on your tail. You could escape the Gotham police, but Batman? It wasn't about being found, it was about when you would be found. Your first thought was to run away, but did anyone care if you got killed for going against the law? They were clear, you stayed until the end, it was kill or be killed.

Bruce followed your every move, if your plan consisted of staying off the vigilantes' radar, once they saw you, it wasn't hard to find the rest, every crime was in evidence. At first, he thought you were like young Jason, a kid from Gotham who was doing everything he could to survive, but without hurting anyone, and well, you were trying to survive, but if someone had to die in the process, it wouldn't be you.

He thought about approaching you at first, but you didn't look like you were going to give in, you were one of those who were always ready to attack, too scared to look into the dark before firing. If he wanted to approach you, it would have to be slowly, he didn't want you to run away or react. You might have been the one holding a gun, but you were also a child who shuddered at the sound of his shot.

But Batman's plans for you would have to hurry up. In one of the robberies you had planned and were on the front line for, you had been shot in the stomach, and it was now that you would discover that crime doesn't pay. Something peculiar about this situation was that there were no police, it was a vigilante's bullet that had pierced you. Now the Red Hood was carrying your weak body to a Gotham emergency ward, how could he have guessed that the person who shot him was just a child? The second he heard a child scream in reaction to the bullet, he ran for your life.

You looked exactly like a street kid, did you have parents? He didn't have time to find out, he wasn't sure if someone would come and stay with you in hospital, so he did. For the next few hours guilt consumed Jason, how could he shoot a child? He was in the waiting room, now in civilian clothes, waiting to hear from you. He hadn't called anyone, but after signs of a disastrous mission in a Gotham warehouse, Jason had a target on his back, so Bruce obviously wanted to know where he was.

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This is the prologue to a story that will soon be released. I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned to my profile. Every new episode released will be linked in this post, comment if you want to be tagged.

[inkedinshadows]

The Prince and the Pauper

Pairing: Eris x f!reader

Summary: The Heir of the Autumn Court should court a Lady, or at least a High Fae. He's not supposed to mingle with lesser faeries and low-borns. Right?

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.9k

Main Masterlist | Week Masterlist | Eris Masterlist | AO3

@sjmxreaderweek

The hallways of the Forest House had finally grown quiet after music flooded them during the ball. Held to celebrate the Heir’s birthday, it lasted hours, dragging on from the early afternoon until dinner.

You had been so jealous of the guests. They got to dance and enjoy a rich meal, wear fine gowns and expensive makeup, looking as if they had stepped out of a child's storybook.

Well, you assumed that for people with so much money, even fictional stories could turn into reality if they were just willing to pay for it.

But you—you had to bring the heavy trays of food from the kitchen up to the banquet hall, using the hidden passages for the servants. Cauldron forbid someone saw you.

The delicious smell of the food made your mouth water as you carried it upstairs. That was all you were allowed to do, really—breathe it in and wish you could at least take a bite. So much of it would be wasted anyway, but the High Lord would rather throw away the leftovers than give them to commoners.

With a sigh, you stopped in front of the doors to the Heir's chambers and knocked twice, the sound breaking the silence of the hallway.

“Come in.”

His voice was sharp and clear even from behind the wooden door. Authority dripped from those two simple words.

You turned the knob and pushed the door open, closing it behind you after you walked in, your eyes scanning the room in search of the Heir.

Your breath caught when you saw him.

Eris Vanserra had always been beautiful, but tonight the word wasn't enough to describe him.

He was clad in a long burgundy tunic embroidered with golden threads, his long hair a cascade of fire down his shoulders. The dark brown pants completed the outfit, making him look every bit the regal Heir of the Autumn Court.

“You called for me, Your Highness?” you finally asked.

Eris let out a low chuckle and stalked toward you. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that?”

“You look like a prince,” you countered. “It's only right I address you as one.”

He shook his head, but you didn't miss the small smile on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I missed you tonight,” he murmured. “I wish you could have been there.”

Warmth spread through your chest, but you just lifted a brow. “I was there, you know,” you pointed out, looping your arms around his neck. “I kept sneaking in to bring fresh food for you fancy people.”

Eris's lips quirked up at the corner. He'd once told you it was one of the things that had made him fall in love with you—more than just your witty humor, it was how you'd never treated him as the Heir everybody had to fear and respect, but as a normal person. As if he were no different from you. Of course, you both knew it was just an illusion.

If there really hadn't been any difference between you and him, he wouldn't have been forced to keep his love for you a secret from everyone. Especially his father.

“You know that's not what I meant,” Eris said. His hands roamed over your back, as if having you close wasn't enough for him. “I wish you could have been by my side.”

You left a trail of kisses along his jaw. “Well, I'm here now.” Your lips brushed his. “Let's make the most of this time.”

Eris claimed your mouth in the kiss you didn't give him, but he soon pulled back.

“Later,” he murmured. He let you go and took a step back, pointing to the table set against the wall. “I brought you something.”

Your gaze followed to where he was pointing. A tray was set there, a dome lid hiding its contents.

Eris took your hand and gently guided you to the table. “My lady,” he offered, pulling out the chair for you.

You lifted a brow but sat with a smile. “I'm not your lady.”

A flicker of sadness passed through his eyes. “No,” he conceded. “But I wish you could be.”

You squeezed his hand, ready to tell him that just because you joked about it, it didn’t mean you didn’t wish the same.

But Eris smiled again. “Let me treat you as one while I can.”

He removed the lid from the tray, revealing small portions of at least five different dishes and a glass of sparkling red wine.

Your eyes widened, and your nose filled with the same enticing smells as just a few hours ago. Your mouth watered, and your heart swelled.

“I didn't know what you'd like,” Eris said. “So I took a few different things, just to be sure.”

Tugging on his hand, you pulled him down until he was at eye level with you.

“Thank you, Eris,” you murmured. Any hint of playfulness had disappeared, and only gratitude now laced your words. “This means a lot to me.”

You kissed him with all the passion you could, trying to convey with one simple kiss the depth of your love. But just like words weren't enough, neither were your touches or kisses—and maybe they never would be.

But at least you were trying.

“I love you,” you added when you leaned back.

“I love you too,” he replied with a smile. He sat next to you, then gestured to the tray. “But you'd better eat now, my darling. That heating spell won't last forever.”

You didn't need to be told twice.

Without wasting any more time, you picked up the fork and dove in.

Eris had summoned you to his chambers shortly after the celebration was over, so you'd come here immediately without eating first and you were hungry enough to finish it all in just a few minutes.

But you forced yourself to eat slowly. It wasn't every day that you got to eat such food—normally, servants would have bland, simple meals—and you intended to enjoy every second of this rare occasion.

Under Eris’ gaze, you took the first bite.

A low moan slipped past your lips as flavor exploded on your tongue.

Eris chuckled. “I'm usually the one getting that sound out of you,” he quipped. “Should I be jealous?”

“Yes,” you answered immediately, already taking another mouthful. “This is delicious. The best thing I've ever had.”

Not that the bar was high, anyway.

He had been careful in his selection of dishes. There was smoked beef and roasted pork, grilled fish and buttery buns, plus different types of vegetables. Each bite tasted better than the last one, and the wine… gods, the wine was sweet and fruity, cleansing your mouth with every sip. So different from the watered-down grape juice you sometimes drank in the kitchens.

Eris watched in silence as you savored your meal. Amusement lined his sharp features, but you were too busy eating to ask him what he found so entertaining.

Probably your enthusiasm—or the little noises you let out with every new flavor.

Once you were done and the dishes looked like they had been thoroughly cleaned, you set the knife and fork down and leaned back against the chair.

You didn’t know how you could go back to eating normal food after such a fancy meal, but you definitely knew you would never forget it.

Your eyes settled on Eris, who was still looking at you.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile. “It feels like Winter Solstice, but months in advance.”

Eris grinned. “Then you’ll be happy to know your presents are not done yet.”

He rose from his seat and extended a hand. You accepted it, letting him help you to your feet.

“There’s more?” you asked, scanning the room as if expecting to see a wrapped box somewhere.

“That depends on you, actually.”

Frowning, you turned back to him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Eris let go of your hand and walked up to the empty fireplace. He picked up a small, shiny sphere from the mantel.

“Darling,” he said slowly, glancing from the sphere to you, “do you know how to dance?”

You grew more curious and confused with each passing second, but you still shook your head. “No,” you answered. “No one ever taught me.”

“Well, that’s a real pity.”

As you approached him, Eris quickly tapped the smooth surface of the sphere twice. The light within seemed to shift, and then slow music began to play.

One of the sweet melodies you’d heard during his birthday celebration now filled the room, echoing crystal clear against the walls—without any of the crowd noise that had previously ruined it.

You gasped softly when you realized exactly what the sphere was.

“A Symphonia,” you murmured in awe.

You had heard about them, but you had never seen one before. It was a luxury you could never afford. The only music you could listen to was the kind played during balls or parties— or, if you were lucky, by some wandering minstrel down in the village on your day off. Sometimes, you could even catch echoes of the Lady playing the piano or the transverse flute in her rooms—though it happened less and less frequently ever since Lucien had left the Court.

Eris positioned the device back onto the black marble mantel, a crescendo of strings now flowing from it.

“I’ve had to dance with many people today,” he said when he turned to face you again. “But not with the only person I wanted to.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he offered you his hand.

“Can I have the honor of this dance, my lady?” he asked. He even bowed slightly, his fiery hair spilling over his shoulders.

“I already told you I don’t know how to dance,” you replied, yet you took his hand and let him pull you close.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against him. His scent of twinkling embers and nutmeg flooded your senses, and you rested your head against his chest, breathing it in and letting it soothe you.

“It doesn’t matter,” he reassured you, placing a kiss on your hair. “We can enjoy it anyway.”

And so, you did.

Instead of the waltzing dance the music probably called for, you just swayed softly to the rhythm, holding each other and enjoying the moment in silence.

You were aware of how it must have looked like from the outside. Eris Vanserra, the Heir to the Autumn Court, dressed in his fancy, expensive clothes, dancing with a servant wearing only a simple tunic. It was laughable, really.

If the High Lord found out, you knew your punishment wouldn’t be limited to being sent away from the Forest House and losing your job.

But you refused to think about it. Especially not now.

Right now, you were here with Eris. And he was just that.

Not the Heir to his father’s title.

Not the General of the armies.

Just Eris.

The same Eris who had once seen you tending to his mother and had taken an interest in you. The same Eris who had never treated you as an inferior but as his equal, who had gone to lengths to prove to you that he wasn’t just looking for a quick fling with a girl he could forget an hour later before you would consider accepting his attention.

Dancing with him now, just you and him and no one else, with your belly full with exquisite food, was the closest you would get to feeling like you belonged to the high class.

But when the song ended, the spell broke, and the illusion that you could be anything more than what you were dissolved like the last notes of the melody. And though another one began playing shortly after, those few seconds of silence in between weighed heavily on you.

You were exhausted after being up since dawn to help prepare for the ball. Your feet hurt from climbing up and down the stairs while carrying heavy trays. And—as you were finding out just now—eating more than what you were used to hadn’t helped. You felt stuffed.

Reluctantly, you stepped back from Eris’ embrace.

“It’s late,” you sighed. “I should probably go.”

Eris looked disappointed. “Why? You could stay.”

You tilted your head to the side. “You know why. Someone might notice it if I don’t return to my room.”

He shook his head. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, as if weighing his words. Then he reached out and tapped the Symphonia again, and the music faded into silence.

He turned back to you, his expression almost pleading.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Just tonight, my love.”

The Cauldron knew how much you wanted to say yes. Even after months, you had never spent the whole night with him. It was too dangerous. One of the other servants might grow suspicious. It hadn’t happened yet, and the few times somebody had asked questions, you’d been quick to come up with a believable lie. But it didn’t mean you should take too many risks.

“It’s my birthday,” Eris added with a smirk. “You can’t say no to me on my birthday.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s a good point. But still, I don’t think—”

“No one will notice,” he insisted. “They never have.”

That was also true. And every night after a big event, you and the other members of the household staff usually collapsed into your cots and slept soundly till the next morning. So maybe, just this once, it was the perfect occasion to stay with him…

“Eris, I’m very tired,” you argued one last time—mostly so you could tell yourself you had tried everything to change his mind.

“That’s alright, I have a bed,” he replied instantly. His smirk widened, and before you could protest, he picked you up.

You laughed, arms looping around his neck as he carried you to his bedroom.

“Alright, you win,” you conceded. “But if someone scolds me tomorrow morning, I’ll make sure to tell them it’s your fault.”

“Deal.”

He pushed the door open with his foot, then set you down on the large bed in the center of the room.

A bed that was apparently already occupied.

You raised an eyebrow. “You let her sleep on your bed?”

Eris shrugged. “She cries if I leave her with the others.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, then reached out to scratch the hound behind her ears.

Noora lifted her head to look at you. She sniffed your hand for a few seconds and—probably recognizing you—licked it once. Then she yawned and tucked her snout back between her paws.

“You spoil her,” you chuckled. “And then you say you don’t have favorites.”

He laughed with you. “Don’t tell the others. They don’t know it’s a lie.”

You shook your head, but your attention soon shifted from the sleeping dog.

Eris started undressing, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on his tunic. A small part of you was sad to see him discard such a handsome outfit, but it wasn’t as if you could complain about his physique.

Lean and tall, yet not lacking muscle. Especially that wonderful V-line disappearing just below the hem of his underwear—a line that made you want to pull the fabric off him in seconds.

“I thought you said you were tired.”

His voice cut through your thoughts, amusement lacing his tone.

“Are you suddenly awake?” he teased.

“Oh, I could definitely give up sleep for that,” you replied, pointing directly at that inviting line of muscle. “But alas, you let your dog sleep here.”

Eris arched a brow. “I could make her leave. It’s just one night.”

“No, it’s fine.” You sighed, then stood to take off your tunic. “Jokes aside, I really am tired.”

He pulled back the covers and slipped into bed, patting the mattress beside him. “Then come here.”

Wearing only your undergarments, you climbed into bed next to him. There was enough space for you, him, and Noora—and at least three more of Eris’ hounds. But you snuggled close to him, and he wrapped you in his arms, pulling you back against him until you were pressed against his chest.

“You can sleep as much as you need,” he murmured. His breath was warm against your neck. “I’ll make sure you don’t get into trouble tomorrow.”

Even if he couldn’t see it, you smiled. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers, lifting it to your mouth. You brushed your lips against the back of his hand.

“I love you,” you whispered, eyes already drifting closed.

He kissed your shoulder. “I love you too, darling.”

It was the first—and probably the last—time you got to sleep in his arms, to wake up in the morning and have him next to you, still holding you close. And maybe you should take advantage of it and try to stay awake a little bit longer just to savor it for a few more moments.

But the peace and safety you felt in his arms were too strong to fight against, and you were soon drifting off to sleep.

And for just that one night, you could be two normal people who loved each other, regardless of status or titles.

*lovely divider by @slytherin-pen

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[writinginatree]

Together 2

Relationship(s): Bodhi Durran/Reader, Bodhi Durran & Xaden Riorson

Summary: Bodhi and you cross the parapet, and you finally get to meet his cousin.

Part 1

In the end, you do tell your parents about your intention to join the Riders Quadrant. You just can't leave without saying goodbye, no matter how tempting it is.

Their reaction is about as bad as you expected, angry shouts still ringing in your ears as you slip out of the house. You refuse to let it get you down. Rage as they might, they can't stop you. Your pack is already stored safe under Bodhi's bed; you'll sleep there with him like you've done so many times, and in the morning, you'll turn your backs on this town for good.

It will be a year before you'll be allowed to write or receive letters, and by then, your parents will hopefully have calmed down. If they're still mad after that long — well, fuck 'em. As long as you have Bodhi, you don't need anyone else.

The staircase with it's lack of railing is too narrow to stand next to each other, so Bodhi goes first. You hold hands the whole way up, dreading the moment you'll have to let go. If crossing the Parapet holding hands were possible, you would, but alas, you'll have to content yourselves with crossing one after the other.

"Nervous?" Bodhi whispers, turning around to face you as you wait in line.

"A little."

"Your balance is great," he reassures you. "Just do it like we practiced and you'll be fine."

"Oh, I meant about meeting your family once we're inside," you joke. "I'm not worried about the balance beam of death. Like, at all."

"Right." Bodhi cracks a smile, but it's a bit strained. He's nervous too, even if he doesn't show it. "Well, you don't need to worry about that, either. I told you, they'll adore you."

The line moves up, and Bodhi takes the next stair backwards so he can keep looking at you.

Standing still again, he pulls you into a hug. One stair above you, he's tall enough to rest his chin on top of your head, a fact he takes full advantage of.

You rest your head against his chest, basking in this moment of peace before you step into the unknown. His heartbeat is fast against your ear, almost in sync with your own, a steady drum filling you with strength.

"You're not getting second thoughts, are you?" Bodhi mumbles after a few seconds.

"Never. I'll go anywhere with you, no matter how dangerous or scary."

"Good. Because if you turned back now, I'd probably follow you, and then we would have a problem."

After giving his name to the rider on top the turret, Bodhi turns to kiss you. You ignore the snickers and stares from riders and other candidates alike, used to the fact that he can never separate from you — even for just a couple minutes — without a kiss. You wouldn't have it any differently.

"See you on the other side."

Before you can do more than nod, he already turns and steps out onto the parapet.

Irrational fear makes it hard to breathe as you watch him. It comes as a relief when, once he's made it a third of the way, it's your turn to follow. Spreading your arms for balance, you walk out over the ravine with small, measured steps, keeping your eyes on Bodhi's distant form to avoid looking down.

Glancing back over his shoulder to see you behind him, he slows down so you can catch up to him, and you reach the other side with only a few steps separating you. The second your feet hit the courtyard, Bodhi's hand is back in yours.

You grin at each other.

"That wasn't so bad."

You huff a laugh. "No, but I'm still glad we only have to do it once."

Stepping away from the opening in the wall, Bodhi's eyes scan the crowd of older cadets. Searching for familiar faces, no doubt.

You feel him trembling with nerves, every second that passes without catching sight of his cousin or friends making him more anxious. Your own heart races in sympathy, hand squeezing his as your gaze darts around too, hoping to catch sight of someone with a rebellion relic.

Just when you start to fear the tension will tear Bodhi apart, a fierce looking man with a relic that reaches all the way up his neck emerges from the crowd, striding toward to two of you with purpose. Though you've never seen him before, it's not hard to guess who he is: Bodhi's cousin — Xaden Riorson. He's a little taller than Bodhi, the angles of his face sharper and his hair straighter, but the small differences between them only emphasize how similar they look overall. If you didn't know better, you might have thought them brothers.

Bodhi lets out a heavy breath of relief, tugging you forward to meet the older boy halfway.

The cousin's stoic expression cracks for a second when he puts a hand on Bodhi's shoulder in greeting, fondness flashing on his face before he quickly masks it again. There's no room for softness in this hostile environment for the marked ones, it seems.

Bodhi must know it, too. He looks a little disappointed at not getting a hug, but silently accepts the unspoken boundary.

He'd briefly dropped your hand to greet Xaden, but now he takes it again, tugging you close to his side as he introduces you to his cousin.

Xaden's gaze turns calculating when it falls on you, studying you with such intensity your scalp tingles. It feels like he's trying to look through you. You half expect a What are your intentions with my little cousin-speech, but it doesn't come.

"Nice to meet you," you venture to say when he doesn't say anything.

"You too," he stiffly replies after a moment of hesitation, looking like he doesn't think it's nice at all.

You don't take it personally. After all, Bodhi had warned you in advance that his cousin isn't much of a people person. And if you were in his shoes, you probably would distrust anyone you don't know, either. You appreciate that at least he's not being outright hostile.

After a moment of awkward silence, Xaden addresses Bodhi again. "I already made sure you'll be put in my squad—"

"Both of us," Bodhi interrupts. "Put both of us in your squad. Please."

His cousin looks like he wants to argue, but Bodhi puts on that pout you can never say no to, and clearly, Xaden isn't immune to it either.

"Fine," he sighs. "I'll see what I can do. But I hope you two realize that there's no time for romance if you want to survive in this place. We're preparing for war, not going on a picnic trip."

Bodhi barely keeps from rolling his eyes. "Yes, Xaden. We know. We've prepared for this."

You nod, even as you can't help but wonder if you really are prepared well enough to make it here. You don't know what it's actually like living in this place, but Xaden is making it sound like it'll be harder than whatever you've imagined.

Bodhi has been preparing for this for years, so he'll be fine, but while you did sometimes join him for sparring and agility exercises, that had only been for fun. You hadn't taken it seriously until mere weeks ago, when you'd started thinking about coming with him. Now you worry if you'll be able to keep up with the other cadets, most of whom have probably been training to join the quadrant since they were kids. That class you've heard about where cadets have to fight each other will certainly be... interesting.

"Good. I'd hate for you to get yourself killed because you're distracted," Xaden says with a pointed glance at you.

Bodhi lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist instead, pulling you even closer, as if you weren't standing shoulder against shoulder already.

His cousin's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything else, clearly getting the message — no criticizing your relationship, at least not in front of you. That's more kindness than your parents have shown Bodhi, always nagging about their distaste for him as if he couldn't hear whenever you brought him over.

Before Xaden can turn away to see to the squad arrangement, Bodhi asks, "Hey, is Garrick—"

"He's fine. On watch duty right now, but I'm sure he'll come say hi later."

Pressed against Bodhi as you are, you feel the breath of relief he lets out. "Good. I'm really fucking glad you guys are okay, Xaden."

Xaden allows himself a brief smile and claps Bodhi on the shoulder, muttering something in Tyrrish that you don't understand. Switching back to the common language, he adds, "I'll catch you up on the last year later. In the meantime, keep your head down and don't die."

"Alright. I can do that."

Xaden nods and walks off, toward some other older cadets.

When you're sure he's out of earshot, you turn to Bodhi and say, only half-joking, "You didn't mention how intimidating he is when you told me about him."

"He can be nice when he wants to," Bodhi assures you with a wistful smile. "But he's certainly hardened in the last year."

For a few minutes you stand in silence, watching as more new cadets step off the parapet. Your unease grows with every person you see. They all look stronger, better prepared than you. You don't regret coming here — you meant it when you told Bodhi you'll happily follow him wherever — but you're starting to think you underestimated how much of a challenge survival in the Riders Quadrant will be.

Bodhi nudges you. "What's on your mind?"

"Just... realizing this might be harder than I thought. I was so focused on not wanting to be separated from you I never considered having me here could be a hindrance."

Bodhi frowns, and you automatically lean in to kiss away the crease between his brows.

"Nonsense," he says when you pull back, still frowning. "This is about what Xaden said, isn't it?"

"Partly. I guess I'm just worried I won't be able to keep up 'cause I haven't been training for this nearly as long as you and everyone else."

The frown deepens. "I won't let anything happen to you."

"I know," you say, taking his hand. "But that's the thing. You shouldn't have to look out for me on top of handling yourself. If I can't hold my own I'll distract you, just like Xaden said."

"Oh, fuck that. He was just being an ass. We're a team, baby. If you need help with something, I'll help you, and if I need help, you'll help me. Don't give me that look — when it comes to academics there's definitely some classes where you'll do better than me, and you know it. Besides, you're not as bad a fighter as you think you are. A little extra practice and you'll keep up just fine."

"Are you sure? I just—" You sigh. "I don't want to drag you down."

You don't notice you've been chewing your lip until Bodhi lifts the hand not holding yours to your mouth and smoothes his thumb over it to make you stop.

"You won't," he says. "We can do this. Together, just like we planned."

You nod, breathing more easily. He's right. That was the whole point of this — to face the dangers of the Riders Quadrant together. You could have chosen an easier path, joined another quadrant and contented yourself with only seeing him occasionally, but you didn't. All or nothing, you'd said, and you stand by that. It won't be easy, but it'll be worth it. Bodhi is worth it.

"Okay. Thanks, Bodhi. For never getting annoyed at my stupid anxiety."

He smiles and pecks your lips. "No need to thank me. I get it. And I'll always reassure you however much you need."

[dazedantics]

This should work for any variant of Mark, I think (I didn't have a specific one in mind)

But imagine living in hiding, knowing you should fear the aliens flying in the sky.

You technically have nothing personal against them. It's just that they were so overwhelming in their pursuit to take over your planet, the streets a frequently repainted sea of red. You'd seen so much loss, relinquished so much. Your heart was full of guilt, as if you were the one taking over. You knew there was no sympathy for those monsters who used their powers to belittle you. You knew no reason that they should be shed in a different light.

But when you're saved by one?

When you've fallen back into a corner, watching one zip through the sky. A mighty thunder clap echoing behind them. Landing just feet away from you, not yet noticing, not yet caring. Gripping the front of that someone's shirt.

And killing them.

All blood, no grace, laughter mocking through the debris muddled air. The sun streaking down like a God given spotlight, a bright halo where their carnage raved?

You suddenly felt no fear.

None.

Like you hadn't in years.

Instead, watching them smash what once was a skull into the ground, over and over and over again. You felt elation.

You felt awe, pride, relief!

Love.

You were in love.

No, this omnipotent being had not intended to save you. In fact, you were certain he'd planned on destroying you next.

But ever since the invasion, the resident scum of the earth found no reason to hide anymore. They had nothing to hold them back. So they didn't. And made anyone unfortunate enough to run into their path suffer. Perhaps they did not massacre like the aliens, but they did all the rest of the unspeakables. Pursued the weary like maggots on rotting flesh.

And had just about gotten their way with you.

Until him.

Your knight in spandex armor.

How many times had you been fighting to get away from those people? The ones who should've felt heavy gloom after all that your world had been through. How many others of the same type had you been fought and stalked by?

How many would this savior eradicate for you?

You hadn't even noticed you'd moved till you were on your knees in front of him. Hands clasped and words insistent like a filthy beggar as you thanked and prayed for him to take care of the rest.

He was confused, certain you'd start kissing his feet if he didn't stop you. The thought almost made him smile.

You were an ugly, sniffling mess. Beneath him in every way. Yet still looked up at him with such hopeful eyes.

How could he not take you along?

He could use a good pet. Maybe if you kept hanging to him like this he wouldn't have to fret over breaking you, forced to take that glimmer from your eyes. But you wouldn't make it come to that, would you?

You start to follow him along. Smiling as you watch him work, encouraging him. Asking him to take certain people out. Praising him when his work is slow and agonizing. Gazing at him so tenderly all the livelong day.

He was certain there was something awful twisted in you. But he didn't care.

Keep fluffing his angel wings like that and he'd never see a reason to drop you back to the depths with all the other lusterless ants.

And you started to see your people as ants too. The good you once knew simply lumped in with the dirty. It didn't matter from up here. Where you sat at this God's side, heart melting each time he hunted the people you asked him to. With no questions, no hesitation, making you feel so heard. So noticed. More than you had since even before you first saw him in the sky.

Perhaps these hard times are what made you snap. To find joy in such things.

But one thing was for certain.

You'd now have no qualms about watching him lay waste to think people you once fought side by side with.

You'd gladly help spread the name of your savior across the universe. You'd live for the day everyone realized the his arrival was good for them.

For the time praises were sung for the man deemed,

Invincible

[crescentmoonrider]

@kkobweek Day 2 - Secret identity / Dropping the act

Spars with the Uchiha King were not what Kakashi expected to come out of their union, if only because of the endless rumors regarding the King's paranoia and fear of assassination that used to spread during the war - a weak man, elected as Head of the warrior clan of the Uchiha following the Troubles precisely because his weakness made him easily replaceable. Those were the rumors. Why else would a kitchen boy ever become King ? Why else would he never show his face in public, never lead his people on the battlefield ? Kakashi has learned better since. The King's skin is sensitive to the sun, owing to the burns he received during the destruction of the old palace. As such, he simply cannot expose himself directly, and only takes off his hat and the long veil adorning it when in the safety of the shadows. He hides his face in the presence of children, too. A surprising soft side, or perhaps self-consciousness, contrasting sharply with the usual directness the man exhibits. And more strikingly, the King is far from weak. Kakashi had a hunch, even before their first meeting for the wedding demonstrated the man's assurance and dark sense of humor. After all, how could a man as weak as the rumors presented have united his people behind him ? A much better choice would have been the Purple Knight, in his eyes. The Purple Knight... Kakashi had expected, even somewhat hoped, that they would be introduced once he reached the Nest. His mysterious equal, their fights the only thing he might almost miss from this Gods damned war. But there was no introduction, no meeting, no purple armor and white mask to be seen anywhere. No silent bodyguard following the King at all times, or even - Kakashi shudders at the thought of the fantasies he had dared to come up with in the days preceding the wedding - following Kakashi to ensure he wouldn't cause trouble for the clan. No Purple Knight. Not even a mention of him. The only sparring being that which he goaded his husband into joining, the crack of wood a far cry from the song of steel, and yet - Familiar moves. A challenge, and the familiar joy that arises from it. Kakashi nearly lets the King - the Knight - strike his head with the bokuto when he realizes the truth he had been missing this whole time. Oh that grinning, faceless bastard ! (He can't stop himself from grinning in turn under his own mask.)

[writingwisterias]

Day 22: Voyeurism

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Room sharing Masterlist Dedicated to Two ILY

The moonlight filtered through the cracks of the blinds of the hotel room. Your twin beds were in the middle of the room, the TV off to the side and a bathroom just by the entrance. Smaller than what you would have picked, you definitely wouldn't be sharing with Leon if they weren’t so tight with the accommodation budget. There was nothing wrong with the man, you admired his work ethic and had grown to admire him in many ways. The two of you worked well as partners; your fighting and problem-solving, methods complimented each other well enough that you barely failed a mission that you were assigned to together. 

You were facing his bed, something you never normally did for fear of opening your eyes and seeing him looking back. It had happened one too many times, you could feel the phantom blush form from the last time. However, tonight he was on his back, his hair falling over his eyes, mouth parted slightly. You could very faintly hear the breaths as they left his lips. You had grown a crush on your partner - it was difficult for that to happen with how attractive and caring he was.

He looked so peaceful like this, dreaming whatever he was dreaming. Nothing disturbing him. Until you heard it. The shuffle of the duvet as he moved—the slick sounds of something wet. Your eyes scanned his form, tucking the duvet under your chin to give yourself more range. There it was, the subtle movement lower down. It was almost like he was itching his thigh…maybe that's what he was doing. It didn’t explain the wet sounds though. 

He threw the duvet off next - maybe he was just sweaty. Your brain came up with any and every excuse you could think of until the moon hit the tip of his cock. You felt your throat tighten at the sight of it. His hand was gripped tightly around the base, squeezing it gently as his cock hardened. You watched it rise out of its slumber like an animal; Leon’s eyes were now open as he watched what he was doing. He paused his movements, listening to the sound of your breathing in case he was loud and woke you up. His eyes flicked over to your form for just a second and sighing in relief when he noticed your body hadn’t moved since the last time he checked. 

His hand worked slowly up and down his erection. Your eyes followed the movement like you were watching a tennis game. Leon’s mind was filled with images of you, unable to get the thought of you underneath him out of his dreams. During your latest mission you were trapped together, bodies pressed against each other so close your breath mingled. Your hands were pressed against his chest, head tucked safely in his neck as he took advantage of the situation and pulled you closer. He felt bad - doing this whilst you were asleep next to him. Your dreams seemed far more peaceful than his own. That was until he saw your eyes weren’t closed, they were focused on his movements. 

Leon bit his lip as he realised you were watching. His mind wondered if you were soaking your underwear at this sight, his brain refusing to acknowledge that you could be finding this weird. Instead using the fact that you were watching as an opportunity to make it more of a show. After all, you wouldn’t be staring at this so much if you didn’t like it. Your mouth watered as his pre cum appeared, dribbling out of the tip as if he was coaxing it out. You watched his thumb swipe it up to then spread down his cock as lubrication his movements now fluid and relaxed. 

He squeezed the base of it again, cutting off the blood flow just enough to make his tip go fuzzy, the long vein that ran up the sides becoming prominent as it worked harder to supply the cock with blood. His other fingers circled the tip, taking advantage of the sensitive area as it was exposed. You watched as his erection twitched against his tight grip like it was trying to free itself slightly. Leon’s groans grew louder now he knew you were watching, no longer having the fear of waking you up. The cum dribbled down his length like candle wax, the mixture creating a small puddle at the base. God, you wanted to go over there and lick it up, suck him until he was completely dry but then he would know you were awake. So instead you tucked yourself in further now shielding the lower half of your face with the duvet. 

You almost whined when his hand pulled away, now falling onto the mattress as he pushed himself to sit against the wall his bed was pressed against. He was facing you now, his legs dangling off the edge. His cock was right in your eyeliner now, making sure to angle it just right so that you got all of the action. The slow pump of his hand, his weeping tip. 

His arms flexed with his movements, his abs as well - you hadn’t noticed he went to bed shirtless today. Your hand slipped down in between your legs, the waistband of your underwear tight over your wrist as you began to circle your clit matching his pace. Despite how sneaky you were in the darkness he noticed. His eyes darkened as you began to rub yourself, occasionally gathering arousal from your entrance to lubricate the action much like Leon did. 

His cock glowed in the moonlight now it was covered in his cum. His head looked so sensitive every time he swiped over it. Leon threw his head back against the wall, his eyes shut tightly as he felt his ball tighten. He looked so majestic, his cock look so beautiful highlighted like this. A low groan escaped his lips as his cum began to pump through his cock, the largest vein pulsing as it shot out of that small slit in his tip. You watched it eagerly, your eyes beginning to water from how long it had been since you blinked. Your teeth clenched against the duvet as you came all over your fingers, your underwear now soaked as it caught all of the arousals that leaked out of it. 

His post-orgasm state was angelic, his thighs coated in his cum. The thick ropes spread out over the muscles. His body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked like he was glowing. 

Your breath faltered when he opened his eyes, finally meeting your own with a teasing glare. “Liked the show, princess?”

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[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1554

Finale I - part 2/3 (Agatha X Reader ending):

You did not fear death. At least not anymore.

Agatha was clearly hesitating, You were the one person she could not lose. But she could not give herself up either.

It annoyed her how you were not letting Billy take the fall for all of you. It was that simple, and yes, it was cruel, but this was life.

You would learn to live with it.

Billy looked at you, and he knew you were serious. Yet he could not let you do this. You were the last person to deserve such fate.

And so, he directed his attention on Agatha as he tried hard; a part of him hoping the Road and even this final battle was enough to truly help him connect with her.

He looked at her and eventually managed to connect with her telepathically. He finally managed to bypass any barriers and mental walls she had raised, a result of her magic and training across the centuries.

'Agatha', he called in her mind. The purple witch did an excellent job at hising her surprise, not expecting to hear anyone in her mind; let alone him. 'Is this what happened to Nicky?' He dared to ask.

His question hit Agatha harder than any of Rio's attacks. She knew this was not what happened to their son, and yet, she could not help but feel this... guilt and pain.

Nicky wouldn't want her to sacrifice one more soul to Rio, and he sure wouldn't want you to stay behind or take the fall for everyone.

He always had a soft spot for you.

As Agatha looked at the serious you with the glass shard still in your hands, she made a decision... one, she most likely won't live to regret it.

With silent steps, Agatha started to walk towards her former lover and spread her arms, inviting her into her embrace.

Rio took notice, and yet she did not fight this subconscious need to be in Agatha's arms. She did not expect her lover to hold her face gently and then initiate a kiss; even though she was almost always the one to do so.

Billy stared in surprise, not expecting such a move. All he could do was stare, his mind taking a little longer to realize Agatha's true plan.

You didn't, though, and once you spotted the faint, green veins on Agatha's cheeks; you knew what she was doing.

Your eyes opened wide in surprise, disbelief following after along with fear; as your body and heart processed the intense emotions caused by that kiss...

Or better say, Agatha's reckless and selfless plan.

"No," you exclaimed weakly and stopped putting your magic into healing your wound.

You stared as faint green veins spread across Agatha's cheek, Rio's magic entering her body. Black magic flared in response and started to wrap around the two lovers as Agatha's skin started to turn paler and paler.

Rio understood it too, but she could not stop, her magic already affecting Agatha. She kept the kiss, a single tear trailing down her cheek as she realized what Agatha was doing and how she had chosen to end this all... her noble sacrifice.

Rio couldn't stop, but you could, or so your subconscious thought.

For the second the two lovers parted lips, your scream echoed across the backyard as your white magic went out of control. Forming a bright white wave, it expanded circulalry all around you; tossing Billy back but also Rio.

Agatha had already started to levitate, black magic tendrils sucking her life away but quickly disappeared as the force of your white magic obliterated them.

You sprinted on your feet, running on Agatha's body that was now laying on the grass; skin turning paler as time was almost up.

You knelt and placed her head on your lap, both hands holding her cheeks as your white magic glowed and tried to help save your lover.

"It's no use." Rio said as she recovered from your outburst, looking with a saddened look at the sight in front of her. "She took my power. She will die."

This was not how she wanted Agatha to go, and if Rio could do something about it, she would. But the damage had already been done, and it could not be reversed.

Not by her.

You did not even look at Rio, your eyesight blurry from all the tears you failed to hold back as you kept trying to save Agatha; but your magic only seemed slowing down her death... not stopping it.

"I was created to stop her," your bottom lip trembled as you fought back a sob. "Yet I chose to join her... If this means I can save her and if I fail and die... then Agatha and I can be together."

With one last try, with one last spark of hope within; you bent down and kissed Agatha. Your eyes closed as you focused on the kiss, the familiar sensation of her lips against yours fueling the pain in your heart, but you kept going.

Your magic entered her body through the kiss, its powerful energy quickly meeting Rio's darker one; the two forces fighting but ultimately... yours was slowly purifying the toxic for Agatha magic that your lover had willingly absorbed.

Your hands and your body glowed with magic, it's shine so bright that could be seen from the curious humans neighbours that stood in their yards; having noticed the changing sky but having no clue what was taking place.

Usually, your pure magic would harm Agatha; whose dark magic had formed and stained her body even though Wanda drained her. But now, your magic was busy fighting something else, and while winning; it was weakening.

At last, the white glow started to die as an ethereal wave of white magic was flowing gently around you; a semi transparent dom that kept you and your lover within.

And as that magic was fading away, Billy and Rio could see the result of your actions.

You gently pulled back, feeling drained and exhausted; as if you had been fighting for your life for days, little to no energy left to sustain you.

Yet it was all worth it as you looked at Agatha, her hair now a pure white; a side effect of your power. But the colour had returned to her cheeks, her blue eyes glowing with life.

You could not help but smile weakly as you watched her and she watched you. Her hand moved, fingers caressing your cheek in a sweet way, and you leaned on them.

You tried to stand up slowly to give Agatha space and also join you. Your knees felt weak, and as you tried to take a step back, your body gave up on you.

You stared to fall to the side; too weak to remain standing.

Rio was quick to catch you, gently supiering your body with hers; arms protectively holding you, preventing you from slipping off her embrace.

Agatha weakly managed to slowly push her body up; still trying to recover from almost dying and also the remnants of your magic residing within her.

"Leave her alone, Rio," she said weakly, worrying for your well-being after pulling such a stant.

Rio glanced at Agatha but was more focused on you, your breathing silent and your eyes fighting to stay open.

"You stupid girl, giving your gift away like that," she told you.

You smiled weakly, feeling proud that you did and having no regrets.

"And I will keep doing it until you let us all go," you replied weakly, stubborn as ever.

Rio glanced at the new moon above and then at you before leaving out a heavy sigh.

"You are lucky your soul is not mine to reap, babygirl." she pecked your forehead and helped you remain steady on your legs.

Billy, at the same time, helped Agatha to stand; looking with confusion at Rio.

The green witch kept her arm around your waist, unsure if you could stand on your own yet. She looked at Agatha. "One life, no more cheating death," she then looked at Billy. "No more body jumping. When the time comes, no fighting"

Perhaps this was not what the rules said... but not everything was set in stone. Exceptions could be made, at least partially; little loopholes in the grand plan

Rio did it before, and from the looks of it, she had to do it again. She would never admit it, but deep down, she did not truly mind.

You and Agatha muttered too much to lose you so early, especially when, from the looks of it; relationships might have been mended, at least partially.

Billy and Agatha nodded, not wanting to chase their luck further or risk one of you dying for good this time.

Of course, Billy, being the curious boy he was; had to ask one more thing.

"Rio," he called her, trying not to feel intimidated by her sharp look. "I... " he cleared his throat. "What did you mean with what you said? About not being able to take Y/N's soul?"

Lady Death smirked faintly, her fingers gently caressing your cheek. "She is a blessed child. I can't reap her until it is said," she replied vaguely, leaving Billy more confused than before.

Finale I - part 3/3

[A/N] - Finale 2 part 1 will be published the day after, focusing on a better and smuttier ending for Rio, Reader, and Agatha as a triple pair.

[vashs-turtleneck]

Preen.

Rating: T

Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Summary: Caring for Vash when his wings sprout. CW: angst, fluff, blood, mentions of self-harm, Trimax Vash coded. Word Count: 1.4k A/N: man oh man do I love bird men.

Vash normally stays huddled up in his room on days like this. There's times where he's had to spend nights on end locked inside until his feathers would painstakingly slowly go away. He'd sit on his bed (if he even had a bed at the time) and wait until he was back to normal. He wouldn't leave, he wouldn't eat, most of the time he wouldn't even sleep. He'd just sit there, alone, with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. When it was all over, he'd be in a nest of dusty sheets, surrounded by smears of blood and ripped feathers, with crimson dripping from his back from where he had agonizingly plucked at himself.

A monster, huddled away from sight.

Inhuman.

He would never dare go outside like this.

But of course, when you came around, following closely at his heel at all times, you never allowed him to hide away from you like that. You once came looking for him after his prolonged silence, and you had found him in a pitiful state – eyes rimmed red, bloody nails clutching at his own flesh like it wasn't meant to be on his bones, and most notably, white feathers sprouting from his face and wings spread out from his shoulder blades. 

He was mortified, embarrassed, scared.

This is it. You're going to see what he really is, and you're going to leave.

He went through all the stages of grief when he saw your eyes widen and your steps come to a halt. He was ready to hear your screams of terror and then never see you again. As much as he wanted to hide, he didn't look away. If you were going to run, he wanted to get one last good look at your beautiful face.

But you didn't leave him that night. You stayed awake with him, talking to him, and you had no flicker of fear or disgust when you looked at him. You didn't get too close, you didn't try to touch him, you didn't stare at him too intently (though he's sure you wanted to), and in the morning when his feathers were gone, you took him out to breakfast like it was any other day. Like nothing changed.

It took a long time to build up into letting you see him like this. Apart from that first night when you refused to leave his side after you saw the scratches on his back and the blood under his nails, he only allowed your gaze for brief moments, like when you insisted on bringing him food, and when you'd come back to scold him for not eating it. 

Eventually, you started sitting with him. You wouldn't speak. You'd simply sit in the same space as him, often in a chair in the corner, sometimes on the floor by the bed as you read a book, doodled in a sketchbook, or took a nap. No touches, no words, but still offering him a presence he's never had before when he's felt the furthest from human.

He was the first one to break the silence when he saw you using one of his shedded feathers as a bookmark of all things. You simply responded, “I like it. It's pretty,” like it was the simplest thing in the world. 

It's safe to say that nowadays, if he isn't there to greet you when you come down for breakfast in the mornings, you'll be knocking on his door within the hour.

Tonight, you're sitting on his bed, his back facing you as he sits with his knees to his chest, hiding the cracks in his face from your gaze. Your fingers gently run through his sprouted wings, picking out bits of lint and grains of sand caught in his feathers with a tenderness you always grant him, even when he's like this, when he doesn't even have the heart to look you in the eyes.

“I'm sorry, mayfly.”

“Hush. Don't be silly.”

His wings shift, slowly unfurling from around himself the longer you touch them for, as if trying to nudge into your hands for more. A part of him feels bad for liking the attention, but he doesn't want you to stop, even though the feeling of anyone touching the plumage along his back still feels so foreign to him.

“So soft,” you hum, and he feels the heat rise to his face, his cheeks dusting pink under the cracks and feathers. Something about you saying that makes his chest feel warm, despite how much he hates the part of himself you're referring to.

“You know,” you start to say, pulling his attention back to you as your gentle fingers pluck the dirt from him. “I'd like it if you stopped hiding from me whenever this happens.”

Vash winces at your words. “I don't… like it when you see me like this.” 

Don't look at me.

Don't leave me.

These wings, these feathers, these marks along his face and body – they all feel like some curse. It's not something you should be seeing, but he can't help wanting you here. It almost feels like he has to keep his wings from reaching towards you, like they have a mind of their own.

“I know, and I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving you alone,” you say back, your hands carefully running along the lengths of his wings, your palms smoothing over the feathers, and the feeling sends an involuntary shiver up his spine. “Is it bad if I like seeing you like this?”

“Heh. I don't see why you would. It's… strange. I would never blame you if you wanted to run away.” And he wouldn't. He knows this, and he knows you know this. He's told you far too many times that you should leave, that you shouldn't be around a monster like him, and sometimes he was much meaner than he ever intended to be with you. It's something he'll regret regardless of how many times he's apologized and how many times you've forgiven him. 

He just… doesn't feel like himself when he's in this state. He wants you far away, but he wants you close. He wants to scream and cry and curl in on himself until he disappears, but he wants to wrap himself around you and keep you with him in a nest of feathers until he forgets the outside world exists. His skin crawls and prickles where his feathers sprout from, and sometimes his flesh feels like it's burning, but he aches for the feeling of your hands running through his plumage. It's gotten so, so much worse since you've been around, and he doesn't know why, but he'll keep that bit to himself. No point in making you feel bad for his alien biology when he himself doesn't understand it all.

“I would never run away from you. Hell, half the time I'm struggling to keep up with you,” and his breath hitches when he suddenly feels your arms wrap around his midsection, your head resting against the bed of feathers on his back.

“I think you're beautiful, Vash. With and without wings.”

‘Beautiful.’

What a strange way of describing him.

“You like them…” he mutters quietly, more to himself than to you, like he's trying to wrap his head around what that could possibly mean. He doesn't even notice the way his feathers fluff up and bury your face in his down.

“I do, but I'm more fond of who they're attached to.”

You care, inhuman and all.

He was ready to never see you again after that first night, but you're still here, and you're preening him of all things. You've stitched his wounds, comforted him during his nightmares, held him when he's cried, but this? This is a level of intimacy he's not familiar with. It's vulnerable and selfless and loving and… so much more than he deserves, but you’re doing it for him. He has no way of repaying all the ways you've healed him. His wounds are still there, and they're far too deep to ever hope for the scars to completely fade, but your presence alone is a soothing balm he doesn't think he could ever live without again.

One day, maybe he'll look you in the eyes when you take care of him like this. Maybe he'll turn around and let you card your fingers through the feathers on his cheeks. Maybe after that, maybe when you're taking a nap, he'll hold you close in his arms like he wants to and envelop you in feathers, and he'll show you, despite how much he wishes they weren't there, how warm his wings can be.

divider source.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hii <3 I hope you're doing well, could you maybe do riding Dave Mustaine's face at the studio and when the other guys come to work on stuff they can totally tell what happened based on the look on his face n stuff?

A/n: This is kinda short but people have been dying for Dave so I give you this mwah mwah

Warnings: Smut, face riding, oral (f receiving), use of toys, pillow fucking (???), slight angst (reader leaves Dave), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You had been so good throughout this whole album, it was taking forever and Dave was just terrible; either he'd come home and be so tired he wouldn't eat, he could be a little rude at times but you brushed that off, or he'd force you to come to the studio with him and stick toys in you so he could watch you suffer while he got his work done.

You couldn't make a sound, you couldn't cum, you couldn't touch yourself. The rule kept going, so when you got a minute just the two of you you latched onto it like a feral dog.

You dragged him down on the ground and tore off his clothes. Dave was giggling the whole time, laughing at how desperate you were as you got your bottoms off, tossing them and your panties aside.

Dave's hands were on your hips, watching as you lost your mind with need. "Aw, poor thing, needs to get off, thinks she deserves it, doesn't she?" He teased, a devilish grin spread on his face. You wanted nothing more than to rip it off of his stupid little pretty boy face, voluptuous lips and pretty sparkling eyes. You wanted it all gone.

"You deserve to choke." You bit. "Always making me do shit, no regard for me, how I feel, no, so long as poor wittle Davie's happy." You snarled. You pulled the toy out and tossed it with your clothes before reaching for a pillow from the couch, now there was a fear in Dave's eyes.

"What-what're you gonna do with that?" He asked, squirming under you. He calmed down when you set it on his lap, breathing a sigh of relief. "Can't just talk about wanting me to choke and then grab a pillow, sweetheart."

"Oh, you're gonna choke." You stated, moving up his body. "I just want you to look pathetic when you do." He didn't mind where this was going, he loved eating you out and hadn't gotten the chance since they started recording. You lowered yourself onto his face, normally you weren't the biggest fan of face riding, it always felt dangerous or something, but you didn't have that worry this time.

Eagerly your hips started moving, bucking and grinding against his face as he sloppily lapped at your already wet folds. His tongue dipped in and out of your cunt, clit bumping his freckled nose every time you rolled your hips forward. You planted your hands on the ground, occasionally tugging on his hair or swatting at him.

He'd undone his jeans and pulled his cock out, thrusting up into the pillow you'd given him, making him moan. He wasn't much for being submissive but you knew what to do to get him here.

His sounds got higher, whinier, he was getting close. "Don't you fucking dare, Dave!" You scolded, glaring down at him. He looked up at you, hips sputtering in their movements at your harsh tone. "Don't get to do all that shit and expect to cum, you fucking creep." You bit. "Don't you dare cum." He whined against you but obeyed.

He gave his painfully hard cock a break, pulling the pillow away and focusing on you, making sure you were feeling good. He still moaned against you, hips bucking into nothing, searching for friction. He brought the pillow back to his cock and he was over before he knew it.

He was whimpering into your cunt, hot spurts of cum shooting onto the pillow. He knew he shouldn't have, and he felt guilty for it, but he couldn't help it when you looked so pretty on top of him; tits bouncing just above his face, thighs on either side keeping him pinned to the ground.

"You fucking whore!" You scolded. "I gave you one fucking instruction, was that too much? Was that too many rules for dumb little Dave to follow?" You demanded, pace getting rougher, the only thing he'd done right by you recently was eating you out right now, everything else you could do without.

You stopped abruptly and got up, even this wasn't worth it anything. "Wait, m'sorry, I said I'm sorry!" Dave scrambled as you got up, getting your pants back on. He watched you curiously, fixing his pants and watching as you got your things. "Hey, wait, where're you going?" He asked, getting up, his legs slightly wobbly.

"Anywhere you aren't." You bit, picking up the toy from the ground. "And I'm taking this, least I'll know I can get off!" You yelled as you went to the door.

Dave followed you, leaning out the doorway as you stormed down the hall. "I'll see you when I get home?" He called, a worry in his words. You showed him the bird while his band came around the corner and he was left there dumbfounded by what just happened.

[aishangotome]

Luke & Gilbert's Story of Reminiscence [The Day We Became a Fake Family] - Part 1

Luke: Hey, Emma. There's a new shop in town, wanna go with me?

Emma: Sure, but it's rare for you to invite me somewhere.

Luke: It's a shop for women. I'm interested in their limited-edition honey candy, but I'd stand out going alone, wouldn't I?

Emma: Hehe... In that case, I'd be happy to.

Lately, with Prince Gilbert of Obsidian staying at the Rhodolite castle, there's been a constant tension, and it often feels suffocating.

So when he invited me to town, I immediately accepted, but—

Gilbert: Oh, are you two going out?

Just as we were about to reach the exit, where a clear blue sky spread out before us, we bumped into Prince Gilbert.

Luke: Yeah, it's a date, so don't get in the way.

Gilbert: Oh? Sounds interesting. Makes me want to play a game of follow the leader.

Luke: Are you a man of leisure or something?

(I've been thinking this for a while, but Luke is amazing because he doesn't change his attitude at all, even with Prince Gilbert.)

Unlike me, with my body stiffening with nervousness, or the servants who hurried past, Luke is a valuable presence who can face Prince Gilbert and exchange words with him confidently.

Wanting to learn from him, I mentally chided my unconsciously fearful heart.

Gilbert: If you're going to town, I'd like a souvenir, okay?

Luke: What? No way.

Gilbert: I'm a state guest. ...Right, little rabbit?

Emma: What kind of souvenir would you like?

Gilbert: Hmm...

Luke: If you're going to think about it that hard, don't ask.

Gilbert: Rhodolite is a country of gourmet food, so it can't be helped, can it?

Gilbert: Ah, that's right. I'd like a sandwich from the bakery that little rabbit always goes to.

Emma: ...How did you know that I frequent the bakery...?

Gilbert: Want to know?

(No way... he's not saying I have a spy on me, is he...?)

(...That's plausible and scary.)

Luke: Don't bully her.

Gilbert: Bully? That's harsh. I actually like little rabbit, you know?

Luke: That's what bullying is.

Gilbert: Ahaha, that's true. But I'm genuinely interested in the sandwich.

Gilbert: Is that a no?

Emma: ...I'll do my best.

Gilbert: Thank you.

Luke: You really only bring trouble, don't you?

Luke: Emma, let's go.

Perhaps noticing my stiff expression, Luke took my hand and started walking.

His large, dependable hand brought a sense of relief before any embarrassment.

Gilbert: See you later, you two.

Luke: ––...!

At his casual words, Luke, who hadn't reacted to anything until then, slightly trembled his fingers.

(...Is it my imagination?)

Luke didn't say anything, and just pulled my hand to led me into town.

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---...Ten years ago, in Obsidian.

Gilbert: Luke, how do you feel about starting military school today?

Luke: Huh? I don't really feel... anything.

Gilbert: You can't be feeling "nothing." An exciting youth awaits you!

Luke: There's no such thing at a military training facility.

Gilbert: Aww.

Luke: But hey, thanks. ...For arranging for me to attend.

Gilbert: You're welcome. I hope you can learn what you desire...

Luke: .............

Gilbert: But before that, let's make one promise.

Luke: A promise?

Gilbert: As long as you keep this promise, I'll always be on your side.

Luke: ...Is it that important of a promise?

Gilbert: Yes. Precisely because you'll have more opportunities to go out, it's a promise you must never break.

Luke: What is it?

Gilbert: When I send you off with "see you later," you must always come back and say "I'm home."

Luke: Huh?

Gilbert: If you don't say "I'm home," I'll consider it a betrayal and kill you.

Luke: The price is too high.

Gilbert: That's how important it is. Conversely, if I don't welcome you with "welcome home," you can kill me.

Luke: ...That's stupid.

Gilbert: But I'm serious.

Gilbert: Well then, Luke. See you later.

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Gilbert: Ah, there you are. Welcome home, Luke.

Luke: You... were you waiting here the whole time for me to come back?

Gilbert: We made a promise, didn't we?

Luke: ...Even though you're not a man of leisure.

Gilbert: Being busy isn't an excuse to break a promise. ...Here.

Luke: What are you doing with your arms? Absolutely not.

Gilbert: Oh, have you already forgotten?

Gilbert: When you break the promise—

Luke: We didn't make a promise to hug.

Gilbert: You're so shy, Luke.

Luke: ...Anyone would hate that.

Gilbert: So, come on?

Luke: ...Something about...

Luke: It's hard to say when you're being rushed.

Gilbert: Are you sure? It's a choice between life and death.

Luke: Why do I have to risk my life for something so stupid?

Gilbert: It's not stupid. It's just that there was someone who didn't keep this promise once.

Gilbert: It was very unpleasant. So unpleasant that I almost killed everyone in the castle.

Luke: ..............

Gilbert: You won't betray me, will you, Luke...?

Luke: Alright, alright. I understand there are circumstances.

Luke: Fine, I'll say it.

Luke: .............

Gilbert: To think you'd be so shy about something like this, how youthful.

Luke: Shut up—it's a phrase I rarely say!

Luke: ……………… I'm home.

*back to present day*

Emma: Mmm, that was fun! I was worried when Prince Gilbert found us, but...

Emma: Luke, you're a genius at entertaining people.

Luke: Really?

Eating delicious food with Luke in town, going around shops, buying souvenirs, the casual time we spent together after so long had lifted the suffocating feeling from my chest.

(Luke is so considerate, he really spoiled me.)

Luke: Well, I'm glad you haven't forgotten how to smile.

Emma: Huh?

Luke: Lately, you've been pretty stressed because of him, right?

Luke: Let's ditch him again and go on a date.

(...He did it for me. Luke is really kind.)

Emma: Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.

???: But it's not good to come home so late.

(Oh...)

Luke: Ugh, were you waiting for us?

With the distinct sound of his cane, Prince Gilbert emerged from the darkness.

Gilbert: I have to receive my souvenir, don't I?

Gilbert: Besides, promises must be kept.

(Promises?)

Gilbert: Welcome home.

Luke: ...............

Luke, with a bitter look on his face, suddenly turned away from Prince Gilbert.

Gilbert: Huh? That's strange. Did you not hear me?

Luke: ...Are you still doing that?

Gilbert: Ahaha, complaining to a state guest?

Gilbert: Little rabbit, what do you say when someone says "welcome home"?

Emma: I... I'm home... I've returned?

Gilbert: Yes, you're a good girl.

(Is that something to be so happy about...?)

Gilbert: Little rabbit can do it, but Luke can't? You wouldn't say that, would you?

(Luke... he looks embarrassed when you look closely.)

(Maybe he's not used to saying it.)

Luke: ––...Home.

Gilbert: Oh dear, the Rhodolite castle might be stained with blood.

Luke: ...I said "I'm home," okay!

Luke: Emma, let's just ignore him. He's annoying.

Emma: That's a bit—wait, Luke, I haven't given Prince Gilbert his souvenir yet...!

Before I could hand over the sandwich, Luke, just like in the morning, pulled my hand and started walking.

I turned around anxiously towards Prince Gilbert, and contrary to my expectations, he was waving with a cheerful smile.

Gilbert: Hehe, well done.

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Part 2

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[unintentionalseductress]

Kinktober request

23 (Degradation) with GN!R making a bet that they can beat Gojo in some spar, and that if they lose then Gojo can do whatever he wants with them.

Gojo accepts, wins, then degrades R while roughly throatfucking R with his huge cock.

Hello again! Since blowjob was another kink on the list, this was written with only the first part in mind.

Warnings: rough sex, derogatory name-calling

Degradation

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You should have known better before making this bet. Now you're suffering at the hands of Gojo who had no problem in turning into a fucking sadist now that he had free rein. The vibrator was snugly placed on a sensitive pleasure spot and you were writhing from its effects.

"Thought you were stronger than me huh you pathetic little whiner?" Satoru smirks down at your lowered position, on your knees at his feet. "I think you need to be taught a lesson so that you never make that assumption again."

He roughly grabs your hair and jerks your chin up. "Look at me. I want to watch how desperate you get as you get closer to orgasm."

You let out a pathetic whine like an injured dog as the vibrator brings you to a peak and you fall off the edge gasping, waves of pleasure wracking your body. Impressively, you manage to keep looking into Satoru's eyes while you climax despite how embarrassed it makes you feel. Your arousal fluids drip onto the floor from your spasming body. When the last dregs of pleasure wash away you look at him with imploring eyes hoping he'll remove the vibrator.

"Did I give you permission to cum?" Satoru asks in a dangerously low voice and you feel a thrill of fear and arousal spread through you. He clicks the vibrator off with the press of a button then strikes your ass, making you cry out. A red impression of his hand is visible on your round cheek.

"You're such a dumb whore, unable to follow simple instructions. And you've made such a mess on the floor." He gazes at the small puddle that had formed from your climax, then flips you over onto your back.

"And now you're a cum mop, and you're going to clean up the mess you made." He drags your body across the fluid, and you feel your back slicken as you pass over it. Once he's satisfied, Satoru leaves on the floor covered in your own juices and starts the vibrator again. You shriek at the high intensity, body being pushed into overstimulation.

You knew you wouldn't last long and tears form in your eyes. "Master...please..."

"Please what you useless slut?"

"Please let me cum..." You struggle against the toy trying not to cum before he gave you permission.

"Oh, the dumb little cunt knows how to ask for permission! Very good!" Satoru claps sarcastically and your body tenses, quivering from the effort of holding in your orgasm.

"Fine, go ahead and cum. It's the only thing you're good for anyway," Satoru taunts, and you take a breath before letting out a shuddering cry you orgasm again, your whole body feeling like it's one oversensitized ball of nerves.

You sigh in relief as the toy is turned off again, but gulp as Satoru's shoes come in line of your vision.

"We're not done yet. We're going to keep going until all of your holes are thoroughly used to ensure my pleasure and satisfaction."

[gallusgalluss]

please unleash your inspekta thoughts

your art is amazing i cant stop looking at it

i hope you have a happy new year!!

end of jan edit: when i wrote this i only really played through the game once :V after playing the game a few more times some of my thoughts n analysis parts of this have changed a lot. not gonna go in an change it all cause I Dont Have The Time. but just a heads up ig 👍 inspekta is still the evil worm that lives in my brain at all times

happy new year anon n thank you :]!!!!

also ur so evil ur letting me unleash my Inspekta thoughts,,,,how cruel how cruel

im going full yapper mode + there's spoilers so Watch Out

I like Inspekta, he's a little freak and a really interesting character to think about. While, for me, the twist with him wasn't totally a surprise (I did Not trust his cuteness the second i saw him lmao), I REALLY liked the way his character progressed throughout the game. He's your buddy! He's your pal! Don't worry about all these posters and weird plushies and standees and propaganda of him everywhere and how he keeps being called “the one and only god”, it's Fine it's Fine! He's sillay :D!!!

I'm generally just obsessed with characters who are put into leadership positions who absolutely Should Not have that amount of power over people, and I think Inspekta's a perfect example of that type of thing for me.

He had his own fears, loneliness, and jealousy cloud his judgment and that resulted in some Really Fucked Up Stuff. As a mortal he wanted to be special in the eyes of the public, so he gained enough popularity to get elected to be a god! Yay! But now he's scared of being forgotten and there's a new possible god being elected, wuh oh! Time to ruin Literally Everything because what's the easiest way to be remembered, worshiped, and loved by all if there's no more competition for your rule? Empty heavens, baby!!! Let's bring in an apocalypse!!! Yay!!!!!

Bro's fucked up and I like that.

I love how despite it all he still tries this whole Cute Buddy Friend act, even at the end with this Worm Form. Cause he KNOWS the other gods would trust and believe him and the lies he's spread about King's shocking letters, cause why wouldn't they? He's just a silly lil cutie pie! They all trust him! He's the God of Leadership! How could a Leader lead others astray? And he knows the Bizzyboys will follow him as well since he's been leading them pre-godhood for several years. He's a role model to them all, starting from nothing and now he's a god! He's just so trustworthy and sweet and will totally save the day!

Also I just wanted to include this somewhere. I really like this section (after Chapter 3, I think???)

He has this brief moment of vulnerability/sincerity/something that made him drop his “Cutesy Voice”. Like aside from this scene, near the end of chapter 5, and i Think a few parts i'm 100% forgetting, I don't think we actually see this more contemplative n genuine side of Inspekta.

He does instantly goes into gloating about himself and how he's Clearly the MOST IMPORTANT GOD OF ALL (before correcting himself to include the other gods, of course, of course).

Like if he didn't have that Ego-the-size-of-the-galaxy + Saddest Scaredest Loneliest Most Jealous Withdrawn Loser combo, all he had to do was to just Talk To People. He could've Talked to people about his Fears and Insecurities. Even the other gods; after all he's done, were still there for him! Like “Hey dude this is fucked up, we all already love you dummy, you can talk to us ya know you're allowed to feel scared!”

He's just the cutest most moe creature with soooo many issues and problems he needed to figure out.

NOW WITH HECTOR

Most of my Inspekta Thoughts can just be applied to him but slightly modified. I think it's interesting how he chose to go back to being a regular person, it makes sense cause he's like Aware of the amount of damage he's done/could've done. While he certainly won't be forgotten after Everything he's done, he isn't going to be as Grand and Powerful as he wished to be.

He's just a guy in his 50s who's trying to get over his God Complex of 33 years and also attempt to gain back the trust and respect of the Grove’s people. He's definitely going to be bearing the weight of what he's done for the rest of his life probably, but it IS interesting thinking about what he'd do to actually improve himself now, learn how to be a person again n such.

He’s also a sad miserable booboo beast of a man and i think him suffering in anguish is awesome!!!!!!! yay!!!!

This turned into more a character analysis of some sorts instead of solely my own personal thoughts, whoops. Anyways i think his designs, all 3 of em are really fun to draw. He's cute n stretchy and marketable, as all gods should be.

so ya basically inspekta/hector sucks, i hate him, and we should kill him with hammers. now. thank you 💖💖💖