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[koifrog]

Tango has been a little mouser this week

[strzlun]

TRAP

// park sunghoon //

pairing: player!sunghoon x quiet!femreader

word count- 3.6k

genre/cws- fluff, slight angst, falling in love, confessions, he fell first and harder, sunghoon grows a soft spot for reader, sunghoon becomes a changed man, reader is done with sunghoon

summary-Sunghoon didn’t realize he fell into his own trap until it was too late and he was falling in love

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Sunghoon and you were the picture perfect polar opposites. He had people lined up trying to fulfill their deep desire of even getting a sliver of a chance with him.

And he thrived in this. He knew the sheer power he held so he always used it to his advantage. Everyone knew Park Sunghoon’s name like a chant and you never understood why people would crumble to his feet.

He lived a world that you wished to never get involved with.

Yet what made your world slow down is hearing his name called alongside yours.

Before you could even register what was happening, you could hear the painful drag of the chair next to you as you slowly turn to be met with the one and only, Park Sunghoon.

The infamous smile plastered on his face as his body was faced towards you. He had this demeanor that you were undeniably drawn to but forced yourself out of that daze.

“Guess we’re partners” The moment he spoke, all eyes were on you

You awkwardly nodded your head as you tried to ignore the stares burning into your entire existence and focus in front of you.

You knew there were people that would kill to be in your spot, and truthfully speaking you had no problem switching.

When Sunghoon who was waiting for some type of reaction from you received nothing, he raised an eyebrow, confused but assumed you were simply trying to comprehend how he was in front of you.

“No need to freak out or anything, it’s really me-“ Before he could even finish he sentence you raised a hand to stop him

Normally, you wouldn’t waste time even speaking to people like Sunghoon. There was no point, neither ever crossed paths before nor have you even acknowledged each other’s existence.

But now you had to bear with him until the end of the project if you wanted a good grade.

When you gave no response after shutting Sunghoon up, he could feel the embarrassment rising which was rare (a big lie).

“I look forward to working with you. I’ve heard nothing but wonderful things about you” He tried to catch your attention as you seemed to focus on the lesson rather than on him

He gave a slight frown but wiped it off before having a smirk plaster onto his face. He could feel the excitement coursing through his mind and he knew exactly what it meant.

When the lesson was done, he turned expecting to see you beside him but to his shock you were already out of the classroom. He grumbled and quickly went after you.

What you thought was finally peace and no lurking eyes on you turned to ruckus around you when Sunghoon suddenly appeared next to you.

His mouth whispered right into your ear and you immediately jerked yourself away in confusion. He gave a warm smile and grabbed your bag from you to hold it.

“You walk so fast, it was hard to catch up to you” He joked and the look you gave him must’ve shown your discomfort because he awkwardly cleared his throat

You tried to grab your bag from him but before you could reach it, he moved his body and you almost lost your balance.

He was quick to catch you to make sure you didn’t fall (you were never going to fall in the first place).

You stared at him as he gave another smile but you quickly pushed him away and grabbed your bag from him before huffing out a sigh and walking away.

Of course you knew who Park Sunghoon is, but that also meant you knew the reputation surrounding him. He had people lined up for him for a reason and you weren’t going to allow yourself to fall for his trap.

As you were walking you were going to pull out your phone from your bag, but the moment you did a piece of paper fell out as well.

You tilted your head confused before reaching to pick it up soon your mouth was agape when you saw the written phone number on it.

‘My number -p.sh’

Now you didn’t want to text Sunghoon, especially with the way that he had given his number. It felt like he was treating you as someone who simply wanted to get the attention of being involved with him.

You knew deep down that was far from the truth but you had to swallow your pride for a moment as you typed his number in for a contact.

Sunghoon was in bed, lazily resting an arm over his eyes as he could feel the drowsiness take over. But right when he was going to shut his eyes, his phone pinged from a notification.

Normally, he would ignore it and deal with it whenever he had the energy to but something in him told him to check it.

He groaned before grabbing his phone seeing just who decided to text him so late at night.

He saw an unsaved number but the message attached to it made him shoot up from his bed with a slight smirk forming on his face.

: Let’s meet tomorrow to start the project

“Over here!” Sunghoon waved once he saw you, the people passing gave a weird look to him before going their way

You observed how he never truly cared about the public’s opinion on him. He knew that there would be people that praise him and people that despise him, nothing you could do about it.

But now that you were assigned a project with him you knew from the very start what it came with. You didn’t enjoy being the center of attention and having him lingering around you was quite troublesome.

“How was your morning?” He asked sweetly but you believed you saw right through it and simply ignored his question

He was taken aback from the lack of response but he nodded his head, realizing that it would take a lot more for him to slither his way into your heart.

“Let’s head in shall we?” Sunghoon opened the door for you and with the faintest ‘thank you’, he was already grinning like an idiot

He was sure that you would get caught up by him soon or later, it was only a matter of strategic timing and planning to get the job done.

“So what’s your favorite movie?” Sunghoon tried to garner your attention but you didn’t give him any, he sighed heavily after being rejected for the twentieth time

He was growing tiresome trying to get your attention on something that wasn’t something for the project.

“Uhm so what’s your favorite-“

“I heard you the first time, I am just choosing to ignore you” You finally put your pen down before looking at him which caught him off guard

He shifted in his seat and cleared his throat, not expecting that (or any) reaction. The two stared at each other for a moment and for the first time ever, Sunghoon was the one to shift his gaze away.

“Let’s continue working” You softly said before picking up your pen again but as he tried to recover from the lost of the staring contest he sighed heavily

“Why don’t we take a break for now, my hand hurts from all the writing” You glanced over to Sunghoon’s paper, only to see he had only written his name on it

You glared towards him and he gave a cheeky smile which he thought would make you smile at least but nothing. You kept your stoic expression, unamused by his attempt to make you smile (you found it humorous that he failed instead).

“Is this why you’re failing the class?” Sunghoon choked on air and coughed loudly hearing your response

“How do you know that?” Sunghoon loudly whispered as he looked around making sure no one heard your remark

“You always complain about your grade in class” You stated and he sighed before embarrassingly looking away but suddenly an idea popped in his head

“So you’re paying attention to me?” He raised an eyebrow to you teasingly

“It’s hard not to when you’re so loud about it” Sunghoon’s world alongside his ego shattered hearing your rebuttal to his attempt to tease you

This is not how he planned this day to go.

Sunghoon cleared his throat loudly before picking up his pen and taking glances at his laptop before writing on the piece of paper, wishing to simply disintegrate into the universe.

You noticed his reaction and you were glad he was working but you felt bad, you didn’t mean to come off as rude, it’s just what you observed from him.

You itched to apologize, your mouth opening every now and then but nothing came out. You sighed before continuing to write on your paper, an awkward silence resting over the two of you.

“I’ll walk you home” You didn’t expect for Sunghoon to offer this especially when the rest of the evening was pure silence between the two of you

You were going to deny Sunghoon’s offer but he was quick to gather your bag along with his.

Another thing that you observed about Sunghoon was that he was stubborn but troublesome for him you were also stubborn.

“It’s okay I can make it home by myself” You tried to grab your bag from him but he was already walking away with it

If this is what Sunghoon thought could win you over, he is mistaken. You sighed annoyed but decided to not put up a fight, you were tired and just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

As you and Sunghoon were walking to your place he tried to make small talk with you. You wanted to walk in silence but he was determined to have a decent conversation with you.

The talks were brief but you realized that there a slight shift in Sunghoon’s demeanor. It was more relaxed and gentle and maybe even a little genuine. A side you’ve never seen before from him.

But you reminded yourself this could easily be one of his antics to have you wrapped in his fingers. But before you knew it, you were already at your front doorstep.

“Thank you for walking me home” Sunghoon easily waved it off as nothing

“Also I’m sorry if what I said earlier come off as rude, it wasn’t my intention”

“Goodnight” After you finally apologized, you entered your place and closed the door behind you before he could even respond

Sunghoon stood surprised for a moment before softly letting out a genuine chuckle.

You heard a ping from your phone and when you looked at it, you found yourself letting out the smallest smile ever.

Sunghoon: It’s okay you weren’t wrong. Goodnight to you as well

From when you stepped foot onto campus, all eyes were on you again. You tried to remind yourself that this was only temporarily and soon you could go back to your old lifestyle without Sunghoon in your life.

But that moment wasn’t now because you suddenly felt a poke to your head and when you turned, you were met with Sunghoon’s cheeky smile.

“Let’s walk together” He hummed, you sighed realizing that he really wasn’t going down without a fight so you weren’t going to put up one

You nodded your head as you waited for him to catch up to you. Sunghoon smiled realizing that you’re starting to warm up to him even if it is a tiny bit.

You: Where are you?

You: We said we were meeting today to finish

You sighed as time passed by and there was no sign of Sunghoon. You scoffed to yourself realizing he left you stranded.

What did you expect, he probably left all the work for you to ensure that he can pass. You scoffed as you placed your head into yours hands before groaning loudly.

Having to do the project by yourself wasn’t something foreign to you, but you were still annoyed.

You had to pick up on his slack. You weren’t going to allow someone like Sunghoon to taint your grade because of careless actions.

You were disappointed would be an understatement. You assumed the least he could do is give you a heads up if he isn’t able to make it, but it seemed you hoped too much for the impossible.

Hours passed by and you were still engrossed in the project trying to complete it, you could feel the pure exhaustion catching up but you needed to push through.

“Bye Sunghoon” The teasing tone had a faint smirk form on Sunghoon’s face whilst waving goodbye

He pulled out his phone and saw the time, 3 am, he sighed knowing he was going to get a good nights rest the moment he landed on his bed.

He placed his phone back into his pocket and right when he turned, there he saw you through a window.

You were yet to see him but he saw how you yawned and tiredly rested your head on your arm as a pillow and closed your eyes.

That’s when it finally clicked in Sunghoon’s mind. He was supposed to meet up with you today to finish the project. He cursed at himself before entering the place you were in.

He quickly made his way over to you but you were already fast asleep. He saw your laptop open with paper scattered around.

He got too distracted that he forgot he was meeting up with you today and he knew all efforts of trying to get you warming up to him now went out the window.

He wasn’t one to care about how people perceived him but you must’ve thought he’s even more of a jerk than what you already thought he was.

Sunghoon made sure to be quiet to not disturb your sleep as he carefully sat next to you before grabbing your laptop.

He scrolled and saw that you were practically almost done with the project. The guilt that rested in stomach grew even more and began to eat him up, you picked up his slack because of his ignorance.

Sunghoon knew you wouldn’t easily forgive him and he doesn’t blame you. But the least he could do is let you sleep while he takes care of the rest.

He carefully draped his jacket over you as he noticed you were directly under an air vent. He looked for a split second longer than what he wanted to, you looked so peaceful when sleeping.

He found a faint smile growing but stopped to bring himself back to focus on finishing the project.

He grabbed a spare sticky note and a few moments later placed it next to your mousepad, before starting to type into your laptop.

Your eyes fluttered opened as you could feel a bright light hitting your face. You used your hand to cover the sunlight but noticed a jacket draped over you and you froze.

You hazily looked around and you jumped when you noticed Sunghoon asleep next to you with your laptop in front of him. You quickly grabbed your laptop to see what he had done but to your surprise you saw the project was completely finished and revised.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, let alone when he even arrived so you were shocked to wake up next to him.

You were pleased that at least the project was done, however your gaze soon caught the sticky note stuck near your mousepad.

‘I know this is the weakest way to apologize, but I am really sorry for leaving you hanging.

Rest well, I’ll take care of everything else’

You shifted your gaze onto Sunghoon but what you didn’t expect was for him to be looking at you back. Normally you would’ve reverted your eyes away but you were in some trance, an extra flutter in your heart made you realize you were falling.

But you weren’t the only one. With the sunrise setting upon you and the look you were giving him, Sunghoon found himself in utter awe of you as his heart fluttered against his chest.

That was something new.

Now Sunghoonn was wide awake in bed with you haunting his mind, he doesn’t get it. The project was long done and no matter how much he tried to distract himself, he always found his mind drifting off to you.

He didn’t have a guilty conscience anymore, you made it very clear that you had forgiven him (after much apologies) so why could he only think about you.

You and him would even text quite often (he’s the one always texting first) but even still that wasn’t enough to quench his unexplainable desire.

He doesn’t know what was taking over him, it was like he’s flipped. He was leaving his old habits behind, deciding to hit the gym more often, barely going out the way he used to, he even started to pay attention in lessons and participate in activities.

And anytime he did anything, he felt an urge to text you and let you know what he has been up to. There were times where he did text you but then there were times when he held back.

Tonight was not one of those nights, he decided to give in to the burning desire that desperately needed to get extinguished.

Sunghoon: You awake?

He impatiently watched, hoping for your response and he immediately piked when his phone pinged.

You: Why?

Sunghoon found himself smiling dumbfounded at your message, in that moment his smile slightly faltered as the realization hit him like a bucket of cold water.

Now he finally realized what the desire that burns in him meant.

Now you didn’t expect to see Sunghoon at your front doorstep, especially to catch him mid pep talk. He froze when he heard your door open and the two stared at each other for a moment before he straightened out his posture.

He awkwardly coughed at the silence, all thoughts and rationality he prepared went out the window as he just stared at you with wide eyes.

“Uh what are you doing here?” You asked him and his mind immediately went on overdrive

He continued to stay silent and stare at you. You looked around for a moment before softly nodding your head.

“Do you want to-“ Before you could even finish, Sunghoon easily cut you off

“I like you” That was more straightforward than he intended to say but he’s never confessed before, he’s new to this

You stared at Sunghoon flustered with his sudden confession, does he actually like you or is he toying with your feelings until he gets bored and moves on.

“I know this is out of nowhere and you have every right to question my intentions” He was aware of the reputation he made for himself but he was really praying it doesn’t affect him now

“But I promise you wholeheartedly that I am genuine about my words and my feelings, I really do like you”

“I’m not sure when I started to like you, but you started to consume every crevice in my mind. Everything that I did, I wondered what you would say about it”

“It was actually driving me insane because I never and I mean it ever felt that way before and I can’t lie I was nervous at first”

“I thought you would’ve brush me off after the project, that’s why I kept texting you. Something in me needed to know if there could be a possible us”

“This burning desire wouldn’t let me go from its grasp and the only way I figured to subside it was to tell you how I truly felt” Sunghoon finished his small rant and let out a heavy pant before nervously looking to see your reaction

You stared at him wide eyed as you proceed the information. The pounding of your heart clearly indicated something and you knew that very well.

With each passing second of no response from you, the more it kills him slowly.

“You like me?” Your voice was soft and this melted right through Sunghoon, how he underestimated the hold you had on him

He softly nodded his head and your heart finally exploded. All the times when your fingers fidgeted over your keyboard wanting to text him and he somehow read your mind and texted you first.

But there was a thought lingering at the back of your head. What if he was just saying this to get you to fall into the trap you couldn’t escape from.

“How come you didn’t fall for someone else?” It was too late for your mind to register that you accidentally voiced out your thought

You stumbled over your words trying to take back what you said and Sunghoon found it amusing, he made his way over to you. The loopy smile he had as he brought his mouth to your ear, his breath feathered over your ear making your body shiver.

“Because I am too busy being yours” Sunghoon whispered and those words sent a shock throughout your whole body

“Is this you crawling to me Sunghoon?” You teased and he chuckled at you response but nodded his head before facing back to you

“If you allow me, I’ll crawl back to you as many times as I have to in order to prove my feelings to you”

“Never thought, I would be the one to hear those words from you”

“Special words for a special person” Your smile began to grow and you couldn’t hold it back any longer

Seeing your smile made Sunghoon weak in his knees that he knew he had to make you smile every single day. You had Park Sunghoon wrapped around your fingers and neither expected the tables to turn.

The trap that Sunghoon had intended to have you fall into now consumed him instead of you. But truthfully speaking, he didn’t mind it because deep down he unconsciously knew he was yours from the start.

“Will you allow me take you out on a date? Promise I’ll be there maybe even before you”

[bunnliix]

Little Doe

All I can say is that I went a lil wild writing this, and that this may have been sitting around in my google drive for months now. So here is what happens when I get inspired and maybe a bit unhinged

Pairing: Outlaw!Mingi x fem!reader  Summary: You catch Mingi's eye, and he doesn't want to let you go wc: 1.4k AU: bouncy universe Genre: SMUT warnings: fem!reader, mean!Mingi, stalking, gunplay, being grabbed and held down, being stepped on, yandere-ish Mingi Smut warnings: DUB-CON/non-con?, threats, guns, praise kink if you squint, pet names (doe, love), breeding kink, breath play, talks of branding, talks of primal play, being pulled up by your hair, pain, non-con voyeurism Beta'd by the wonderful @skzdust

The heel of his boot pushes down into your back as you struggle underneath him. “Awww, look at this. You really think you’re gonna escape darlin'?” The boot wedges itself further into your back, as you feel a gun push into the back of your head. “I caught you, little doe, and now I’m gonna have fun with you, and if you try and run, well, let's say it won’t be fun for you.” You hear him say to you, as the gun pushes further into the back of your skull.

You stayed silent, not wanting to get yourself killed, but also not wanting to endure whatever this man would do to you.

“Cat got your tongue, little doe? C’mon, talk to me love. I wanna hear how pretty your voice sounds before I make you scream. Before you have no voice because I’ve made you scream so much that you’ve lost it,” he says, leaning down close to you, as you lay on the ground.

Flashback…

You had left the bar late one night, having had your weekly celebration with your friends. They had all left before you, leaving you in the bar filled with men, one of whom caught your eye, and not in the best way. He was staring you down like a tiger would its prey, you felt like if you stayed any longer, you’d be trapped. So you made your escape, or what you thought was your escape. 

Walking out of the bar, you walk down the main road till you reach an alleyway that provides you a shortcut on your way home. You slip into the narrow path between buildings, thinking that you’d be safe now, not having seen or heard anyone follow you out of the bar. You get about halfway down the alley when you hear steps behind you, which pushes you to hurry to the other end of the alleyway. You don’t stop to look behind you, knowing it would only slow you down, and you never know if this person is alone or if there’s somebody waiting for you to look away before they swoop in and catch you within their claws.

You make it almost all the way to the end of the alleyway when your hands are grabbed and pulled behind you. You thrash around in the stranger’s grip, catching him off guard for a moment, allowing you to escape. You make it only a couple feet further before you’re forcibly pushed to the ground, a boot in your back as you struggle to get out from underneath it.

Back to the present…

“Now, are we going to do it the easy way, or the hard way, doe?” He asks you, his voice almost sickly sweet.

You struggled underneath him, trying to free yourself. His shoe only pressing down harder, making your attempts at freedom useless.

“I guess we’re doing it the hard way then,” You heard as you felt him move, as well as a hand snaking up your thigh, finding your panties and ripping them off your body.

“Well, I should thank you for wearing a skirt, making it so much easier for me.” He thanked you, as you felt his fingers on you, finding that you were soaked.

“Oh? It seems I’ve found a dirty little doe. Look at you, getting soaked over a stranger pinning you down and using you. Maybe I’ll just have to keep you after this. Use you for my own pleasure whenever I want, I’m sure you wouldn’t say no, would you, my pretty fucking cocksleeve?” You heard from above you as your hair was gripped, pulling your head up, as fingers appeared in front of your face.

“Suck. If you don’t, then I guess you want some pain, hmm?” You quickly take his fingers into your mouth, sucking on them diligently as he hums happily, or at least you assumed it was happily.

You felt his boot leave your back, as he rearranged himself above you, and you heard clothing being moved, as well as a zipped being unzipped and you knew what he was doing. You felt your skirt being flipped up and a groan as he laid his eyes on your pussy.

“Oh baby, little doe, I’m gonna stretch you out so much, no one else will compare by the time I’m done with you. You’ll want my cock to fuck you over and over again, nothing else will satisfy you.” He told you, as he pulled your hips upwards until you were on your knees.

A hand found its way onto your back, pressing down to keep you in position as you felt the head of his cock at your entrance as it pushed in. The stretch was more than you had ever felt before, but fuck it felt amazing and you knew, as he slid into you, that you’d never find another man to satisfy you ever again.

The man above you groaned, “Fuck little doe, you’re so fucking tight and you squeeze me just right. I’m just gonna have to keep you. I’ll keep you and you can sit on my cock all pretty, and I’ll fuck a baby into you too someday.” He rambled on and on as he slid back out before slamming back into you, his hips snapping into yours.

“Fuck, a pretty little cocksleeve, just for me. Maybe I’ll have to recreate this night over and over again, just to keep the memory fresh. Let you run and get all scared as I chase you. Maybe next time, I’ll trace pretty designs into your precious fucking skin, leave my own mark on you. Maybe I’ll even brand you.” You moaned at the thought of it. “Oh? Someone wants my mark on you permanently? Cute little doe. I’ll brand you, and mark your pretty skin with whatever designs I choose.”

Skin slapping skin was the only sound other than both of your moans and groans that could be heard, as you felt any sanity leave your body. You only wanted this man to fuck you for the rest of your life. He could use you for his pleasure, you didn’t care as long as it meant you getting fucked by him. Maybe he’d be nice enough to fulfill all of your dirty fucking fantasies. God, you’d beg on your knees if it meant he’d use you. 

You could feel your orgasm approaching quickly as he kept fucking you hard, your pussy squeezing him. He groaned and you felt his hand move from your back to your throat, gripping it tightly and pulling you up against him, your back to his chest. “Fuck baby, keep squeezing me like that and I’ll come. You want my come inside of your little pussy so badly?” He asked you, as you whined.

Your release hit you, washing over you like a wave without any warning. You moaned before whining as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Good girl, cumming on my cock. Fuck baby, I’m gonna come.” He groaned, as you felt his come inside of you as he came, holding you down onto his cock as far as you could go. You were so sensitive you whined in protest as he thrust a couple more times to make sure you had taken all of his cum inside your pussy. You slumped in his arms, unable to keep yourself up anymore, only held up by his grip on your throat.

“Aww, can’t hold yourself up anymore, my doe? Cute.” He told you, as he pulled you off of his dick, his come dripping out of you.

“Quite a performance there, Mingi,” you heard another man say, as the man, who you now knew was named Mingi, chuckled from above.

“Always the voyeur, aren’t you, Hongjoong?” Mingi answered the other man.

“Is it wrong to enjoy seeing you fuck yet another girl stupid?”

“No, but it does make you a bit of a creep, if you weren’t so attractive physically.” After replying to Hongjoong, Mingi hoisted your body onto his shoulder as he stood up.

“Come on lil doe, I’m taking you with me. Nobody’ll miss you, right?” He asked you, getting a whine in return, making him chuckle.

“Cute. And if anyone does miss you, then you’ll just have to tell them how much you don’t want to leave me. Because I know you won’t ever want to. No one ever does.”

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[spookykoolkat]

kinktober | grateful - j.m.

kinktober day nine - cockwarming

pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

wc: 2.17k

summary: being joel's girlfriend meant you saw sides of him no one else ever saw. one of them was how he just loved to be in your presence, to feel you, to touch you — to be buried inside of you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS ARE NOT WELCOMED!!! NO AGE = BLOCKED. mentions of violence and sexual violence *if you blink you will miss it it's not a main theme!*, mentions if blood, dirty talk, p in v, cockwarming, slight somno.

an: gosh im so behind on this but i WILL catch up. i have a concert tmrw im very excited! also this one is very short, but i still love it 🥹

reblogs, likes & comments are so very appreciated i love u guys 🥹

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YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT it meant to be in a relationship – with joel. somehow, years after you got lost with the group you’d traveled with for months, you ended up in the midst of a bunch of men on horses pointing their guns at you. 

one of them being joel, and his brother. you were cut up, bloodied and bruised, in the freezing winter with hardly anything on. you remembered looking around you at the men that circled you, your hands raised but just barely because you had a stab wound on your left shoulder, crying. 

“please, i, i can leave just, please don’t kill me, i’ll go,” you cried frantically. 

every thought was going through your mind right now. you were half naked, shivering and near frostbite basically, the only thing warming you up would be the blood pouring from your wounds. there were only two things that could happen. 

they’ll trap you, have their way with you, then leave you for dead. or, they shoot you because they think you’re infected. 

“please don’t hurt me, i’m, i’m not infected, i swear.” you sobbed, looking down at your knees that felt numb being buried in the snow. 

you heard a shuffle, then something hit the floor, and the crunch of snow under a pair of boots. until you saw them right in front of you, and the person lowered themselves down to your height. 

the man tilted your chin up with his glove-covered fingers, and made you look at him. 

“you ain’t got nothin’ to be scared of, come on, we’ll get ya some clothes,” 

and that was it. joel was the one who kept you away from the men that stared you down like a piece of meat that day, he kept you away from tommy, who kept telling him it was a bad idea. but quickly referenced when he and ellie came into town, and they took them in like nothing. 

he kept you safe. and he let you stay with him for the time being, until you managed to find a job down at the local bar. then, the two of you kind of went your separate ways. you found a little house at the corner that tommy told joel to give you, and managed to live by yourself for the year you were there. 

joel didn’t want you on patrol routes, or to forage for things that the town needed. he needed you safe, even when he wasn’t there. 

you hadn’t talked to joel, but he managed to come to the tipsy bison every friday, sitting at the bar by himself and watching you. 

“you know,” you start as you are cleaning the beer glasses and wiping down the sticky table after closing. joel was the only one still there. 

“you come here every friday, ever since i started working here, but everyone i’ve ever heard from tells me you like to drink alone. in the comfort of your own house,” you said, wiping the bar down in front of him. 

“jus’ makin’ sure you ain’t in no trouble over here,” he mumbled behind his last drink, downing the rest of the mahogany liquid. he did a subtle look down your shirt as you wiped the bar down in circles, watching your cleavage come into view. 

you just chuckled. “i think i’ll be okay. i promise you’ll be the first one i go to if i need help.” 

that made a small smile tug on his lips. 

“let me walk ya home,” 

so he did. except he didn’t leave after that. that night, the two of you drank a little more at your place, and things got a little heated. in the midst of stretching you out for the very first time, he was whispering things you would’ve claimed were little nothings, but seemed as if he was declaring his need for you. 

“fuck baby, tell me, whose pussy is this? who else is stretchin’ ya out like this?” 

“pretty fuckin’ girl, i swear i’ll fuckin’ kill for ya, won’t let nobody come near ya,” 

“you ain’t leavin’ me, darlin’. this pussy is fuckin’ mine,” 

and you never did, and he always kept his promise. four years later, after him being the one to fix your wounds and give you clothes, a place to stay — you lived with him. ellie ended up being able to take patrol routes occasionally, moving into a small house with dina. she was even glad he had someone to look after him, to take care of him as he cared for everyone. 

joel had just came in towards the end of the night from patrolling with tommy, mumbling about how he’s sort of an idiot. you could barely hear his banter from your bedroom, ears perking up at the sound of the door opening and slamming closed.

“baby?” you called out from the bedroom as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer. his eyes searched for you in the darkness of the living room, until he ended up walking to the back hall to the room you both slept in. 

his face softened, giving a little smile as he walked over to you and plopped on the bed next to you. the force almost made you drop the book you were reading, so you dog-eared the page and put it on the table as you turned to curl into him. 

“you smell like outside,” you said as you crinkled your nose. 

“fuckin’ tommy, stressin’ me out. he wanted t’ stay longer for maria just in case but it was a fuckin’ ghost town, nothin’ was even there, but he’s fuckin’ stubborn.” 

you just sighed and let your face rest on his chest as his arm threw over behind you, rubbing the side of your body. “well, you’re home now.” 

he sighed, taking a swig from the beer and moved to put it on the bedside table. he just threw his head back, used his forearm to cover his eyes and breathe in and out. you just looked at him, a little empathetic. 

you started to kiss his chest, the one with the dirty shirt he wore to patrol and up his body, to his neck and jaw. with the movements, you swiftly swung your leg over one side and straddled him, making his arm move and his head tilting down to get a look at you. 

you just watched him, watching you, and smiled as you sat directly on his groin. 

“i know you’re stressed, but,” you started and rubbed over his tummy and pecs, “i need you.” 

you said with lust in your eyes, and he just smirked as he watched you reach under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body. 

“my baby needs me, ‘s that right?” he asked lowly, his voice sounding raspy and gruff. his hands rested on the width of your hips, loving the way you were so curvy and plush for him.

you just nodded, and moved to where you could unbuckle his pants and try to shimmy them down with his help. after you got his pants and boxers to his knees, you spit in your hand and gripped the shaft of his half hard cock. 

“i love you,” you said as you started to feel him harden in your hands, his own hands moving to the tank top you had on and yanking the fabric down to see your breasts. 

“you know i love you, baby,” he said and reached to play with your heavy breasts, tugging your nipple and playing with both of them so he could watch them peak. 

“i’m just real tired, honey,” he started as he felt your grip on his cock soften, and watched your face turn with disappointment until he grabbed your face and made you look at him. 

“you wanna help me out, darlin’?” he asked and you nodded with your eyebrows furrowed, “alright then, come lay down right here,” 

he patted the side of the bed that you slept on, and you let go of his cock before pouting and sliding down to the side next to him. you faced the opposite direction, facing the wall as you heard him get up and start taking all of his clothes off before sliding under the blankets with you. 

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty, baby, such a pretty fuckin’ pussy you have,” he said in your ear as he pulled you flush to his back, gripping your asscheeks before pulling one cheek apart from the other, feeling the wetness you gathered at your cunt. 

“always so wet f’ me, always so good to me,” he breathed on your neck. he felt your legs move apart so he’d have more access, and he just smiled, kissing on your shoulder. 

you didn’t know what he was planning on doing until you felt him guide the tip of his fully hard length up and down your cunt, still using one hand to move the thickness of your ass so he’d have access to your juices.

“joel,” you whined and moved your hips back to his, and finally felt his tip slip inside of you. 

“please,” you begged as he stretched you completely, feeling full even as he’s halfway. 

he lifts the blankets to watch you take him from behind, watching how his cock the was lathered with your juices as he thrusts softly into you before he bottoms out completely. 

but he doesn’t move, and instead kisses on your shoulder before going to your back, kissing there and wrapping his arm around your waist to rest on the fat of your tummy. 

“wait, joel i-” you started before he just squeezed your breast, leaving his hand to rest there. 

“mm-mm, we’re goin’ to sleep,” he said, but the feeling of his cock being buried inside of you was too distracting. you couldn’t sleep. 

“but joel,” you whined, your hand resting on top of his as you felt the heat of his breath against your neck. 

“go to sleep, i promise i’ll give you want you want baby, jus’ let me feel you like this, yeah?” he asks and you involuntarily moan a little, your movements of trying to fuck back on his cock failing. 

“i love feelin’ you like this, sweet girl. could be buried in this fuckin’ cunt for years,” he whispered as he squeezed your tit again, “you fit me so fuckin’ perfectly,” 

“i love when you fill me up, joel,” you whispered ss you hugged his arm, leaving kisses on it and making joel smile against your skin. 

“aw, my baby, loves when i just keep you on my cock, just so i can feel you. love when you keep me warm inside that little fuckin’ cunt,” he growled and you whined, trying to squirm and get some movement in. 

he just holds you tight, not letting you move. the feeling of his cock filling you to the brim made your cunt clench, and he groaned at the feeling. you felt like you were suffocating, practically feeling his cock in your throat as he just laid there behind you and kissed your skin. 

“go to sleep, baby. i promise i’ll make ya cum over n’ over til’ i gotta leave,” he said, and your heart skipped a beat at the proposition.you knew he was telling the truth, because he’s done it before. 

he’s made you soak the sheets before it even hit six in the morning, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you and ravishing in it. the best thing he could ever do with his time is watch you fall apart because of him, and make you feel good. 

so, you fell asleep with him still inside of you, feeling the dull throb of his cock and your cunt mixed together, the feeling of when he would move to pull you closer because he slipped out of you a little bit. 

he craved you, even in his sleep. 

and the next morning when he woke up, he was still buried inside of you and looked at where you two connected, seeing the pool of your arousal leaking onto him, and on the bed. 

so he kept his promise, and used the newfound arousal you built up to slide out of you, and slide right back in. until you woke up, and tightened on his cock as he fucked you awake. 

joel was obsessed with you, and that meant if he could have you sitting on his cock while he did his day to day things, he would. and he’s tried. but feeling you soak him, squeeze him and cry out for him made him feel a whole other type of gratuity. 

you were grateful he was the one that took you in, he was the one that cared for you and protected you, and he was grateful that you let him walk you home that night, grateful that you only trusted him and not anyone else. 

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Agora Hills - Lewis Hamilton

Part of 1K Jukebox Event

song: Agora Hills - Doja Cat - @greedyjudge2

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

genre: fluff, bits of angst

wordcount: +1k

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Y/n sat on the balcony of Lewis’s Monaco apartment, the soft hum of the city below blending with the rhythmic sound of waves hitting the shore. The yachts floating in the harbor cast glowing reflections on the water, the sea shimmering under the moonlight like it didn’t care that the entire world now knew she was with Lewis.

The view was breathtaking, but her mind was elsewhere—trapped in the chaos that followed her latest Instagram post.

Her fingers absently scrolled through the comments, her feed flooded with reactions. Some were congratulatory, filled with heart emojis and well wishes. Others, not so much—there was shock, skepticism, those who’d convinced themselves this day would never come, and, of course, the inevitable chatter about their age difference.

She sensed Lewis before she saw him, the familiar sound of the sliding door breaking the quiet of the night.

He stepped onto the balcony, barefoot and shirtless, the sea breeze tousling his loose curls. He wore only a pair of workout shorts, his skin still humid from a shower.

Without a word, he dropped into the chair beside her, his body naturally leaning into hers as if they’d done this a hundred times before.

And they had, in private, away from prying eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever gotten this many comments on a post on my personal profile,” she quipped, handing him her phone. There was a slight edge to her voice, but her expression stayed neutral, calm.

Lewis took the phone, scanning through the flood of responses. His lips curled into a familiar grin. “People love a good scandal.”

She raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. “Oh, we’re a scandal now?”

He gave her a playful side-eye. “A prominent young interior designer from LA and an old F1 driver? Babe, we’ve been a scandal since that first photo of us on the beach leaked.”

She let out a laugh, the sound light, but laced with the weight of the truth. “They don’t even know half of it.”

“And they don’t need to,” he said simply, lowering her phone onto the small table between them. His voice was calm, but the meaning was firm. “What we have? It’s ours. No one else.”

Y/n sighed, tilting her head back to look at the stars—ones she could never see clearly in LA, hidden behind the glare of city lights. “It’s just... It’s always about how everyone things we’re in different stages of life. Like I’m not supposed to have my life together because I’m younger.”

Lewis shifted, facing her more directly, his eyes catching the moonlight. “You know what you want and you stated that to me, very clearly, from the start. We’ve always been on the same page.”

“I know,” she admitted, her voice quieter now. “But sometimes the noise gets loud. I mean, I’m 25, Lewis. They act like I’m some kid figuring things out, but I’m not. I’ve worked for everything I have.”

He smiled gently. “You’re killing it. You’ve got major projects lined up, your business is growing, I don’t think there’s anyone out there who could say you don’t have your shit together... and” he added with a grin “I don’t care what they think. I care about us.”

Y/n reached out, running her fingers along his jaw. “And we’re good. We’ve always been good. There’s just something about seeing it all out there now. No more guessing, no more rumors. It feels big.”

“It is” he said, taking both of her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. “But I truly I want to show you off. Brag about us.”

“Now you sound like a boomer” She raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk forming on her lips.

“Yeah? Well, I am. And I want to be the guy who brags about his girl to the whole world.” He laughed, a deep sound as his eyes softened. “I mean it, Y/n. I want the world to know how lucky I am.”

Her teasing smile faltered as his words sunk in. There was a sincerity in his voice that made her heart swell, a reminder of just how long they’d been dancing around this moment.

The nights spent apart while she worked late and he traveled for races, the quiet dinners in hidden corners of different cities, the whispered phone calls in hotel rooms where they’d talk about everything except the world waiting outside the door.

And yet, through it all, they had been steady. Solid.

“I want that too” she admitted quietly. “I want everyone to know I’m with you. That I’m happy with you.”

Lewis smiled; his thumb tracing circles on her hand. “And if people don’t get it, they don’t have to. I’m not looking for validation from anyone but you.”

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a slow, deliberate kiss. The kind that made everything else—the comments, the headlines, the opinions—fade away.

When she pulled back, there was a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You always know just what to say, don’t you?” she teased.

“I’ve had practice,” he replied with a grin. “But you’re going to have to get used to this. Especially if you keep dropping hints like that caption.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. “You mean ‘tie the knot’?”

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. “They’ve been asking me that since I started racing. At this point, I’ve got answers for every version of the question.”

“Do you?” she asked, her tone shifting, becoming more serious. Her gaze searched his face, looking for the truth behind his casual words.

His expression softened, the playful tone giving way to something more genuine. “You know I do. But only when you’re ready. We’ve got time, Y/n. I’m not in a rush.”

She let out a breath, feeling the tension ease out of her shoulders. “Good. Because I want it to be on our terms. Not anyone else’s.”

“It will” he promised, pulling her closer. His arm wrapped around her waist, warm and solid, the weight of it a comfort. “Everything we do, it will always be on our terms.”

They sat wrapped in each other for a while, the quiet of the night wrapping around them. The lights from the yachts flickered on the water, the city humming in the background, but it all felt distant—like the world could wait just a little longer.

Eventually, her phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with notifications. Y/n glanced at it, her expression an amused smile.

“Yeah” she said, holding the phone out for him to see. “I too would be losing my mind if I found out you were taken”

Lewis took the phone, scrolling through the latest flood of comments. He laughed softly, shaking his head. “Good. They’ll figure out eventually that we’re not going anywhere.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her voice calm and certain. “They will.”

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Can you please do Slashers (Norman Bates, Patrick Bateman, Micheal, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu. You get the idea) with a, hear me out, a s/o who is just as if more out of pocket and crazy as they are, but here’s the catch their s/o aka you 🫵, don’t even realize how they are acting. (This was a 3 am woke up in the middle of the night with sweats kind of concept) But, do with that what you will.

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Slashers x male reader

Headcanons

I don’t really know Norman, since I’ve never watched Psycho, and Patrick. I know Patrick somewhat at least a little cuz I’ve seen clips, so this is all based off wikis, so I hope it’s still good.

Norman Bates

Norman typically seems to have a more subdued and submissive personality, so for you two to be dating, his mom has to be out of the picture somehow. Maybe you guys still run the motel though.

Norman is possessive of you, not wanting to lose you. So you being just as possessive, if not more, in return, would probably tickle him pink even if he doesn’t want to express it. his second personality would enjoy it if you were just as violent too.

It doesn’t seem like Norman registers that hes got some issues himself, so he probably wouldn’t even notice that you had them too, or that you didn’t realize it either. You two are just two guys who are less than stable, but boy are you happy together in your little murder motel.

Patrick Bateman

You two would be like a house on fire, I think. Having someone just like himself if not worse, would only make Patrick more set in stone about his life and decisions. You two would end up clashing heads pretty regularly, since you both have such eccentric personalities, but then it goes back to being a loving relationship again.

You two are unhealthily co-dependent, and you just push each other to be your worst selves. Your worst, well dressed, manicured and intelligent selves. You guys are probably seen as kinda snobby or full of yourselves to everyone else, but you and Patrick have a great time.

You not realizing that you act this way would excite Patrick I think, since that’s the one up he has on you where you are more than him in every other way. It also excites him in other ways, since you are just like this, and this is who you are without all the debating on if this is right or not.

Michael Myers

You guys met at the asylum, that’s the only place I could imagine you two met. How you two got together I’m not sure, but it wouldn’t take long. You are both quiet and terrifying to be around, but it draws you together.

Neither of you talk much, which just results in you guys being able to communicate in silence. When you guys get out, it’s like a date for you two, going on another Halloween killing spree. If walking slowly around, knives in one hand, and holding the others hand in the other, counts as a date. Its romantic to you two, that’s all that matters.

I don’t think Michael himself really thinks about the way hes acting, so he wouldn’t think about it with you either. That’s just how he is, and how you are, and you go together like two misshapen bloody puzzle pieces.

Jason Voorhees

Jason is a serial killer, yes, but he’s also a nice guy if you look past all of that. So, if you are just chill like him most of the time, and partner up with him to get rid of the people who go where they shouldn’t go, then it would be a pretty nice relationship.

If you were even worse than him, then I could see him silently admiring you as you put together traps even, he didn’t think about. You not looking like Jason also means you can leave the forest to go into town and get different equipment, which just ups your game.

Jason doesn’t have much of an opinion on the fact that you don’t realize that you are worse than him, since this is also just the way he is and has been for who knows how many years. He likes that you are like him and that you aren’t scared of him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a huge fan that you are as bad as him or worse. Hes a little creep, so he would start salivating knowing you are watching him back, or seeing how you get rid of your ex on your own when they show up at the mansion.

You two are like gasoline on a fire for the other, since you just fuel the worst parts of each other in the best way, in your shared opinion. This means there’s no reason for Brahms to hide in the walls. He still likes doing it though, just so he can watch you, or you can come after him.

Like a good chunk of the others, Brahms doesn’t really register that he’s pretty messed up himself. Living in isolation for so long will do that to ya. So, it doesn’t really mean anything to him that you don’t realize how you’re acting. He just likes that you watch each other’s freak.

Billy Loomis

It excites Billy in multiple ways that you match his crazy. And by multiple ways, I mean it. It gets his blood pumping and gets him flustered to see you match his plans, or even push them further than he could have ever thought of.

You two are both horror movie obsessed bloodthirsty idiots, who both get way too excited about planning and committing the slashing. You just push each other to be worse, and to push the limits more and more. It makes you more likely to be caught, since you guys fuel each other.

To Billy its so hot that this is just how you are and that you don’t even really realize how you are acting, it’s like you are something walking right out of his deepest fantasies. But he’s has to be the voice of reason, and has to make sure you don’t let anything slip in public, just in case.

Stu Macher

Stu doesn’t seem to be the brightest guy out of the ghostface duo, so he’s probably just hyped that you match him, or go even further than him. If you go further than him, then I can imagine Stu also doing even more. Its kind of a cycle, you do something, and he follows.

It’s also what almost gets you guys caught multiple times, since you don’t really think your plans all the way through, since you both are just too excited and into what’s happening. Stu really likes the thrill of it all though, which leads to a lot of make out sessions.

Stu doesn’t really think about it much himself, that what he does is messed up and wrong, so I can’t imagine him thinking about how you act either. You two are kind of two halves of a whole idiot, and if Billy is around that he has to keep you guys on the right track so you don’t out yourselves or do something dumb.

[jsmelodies]

Cassian thought it was supposed to be simple. 

Find the witch in the woods.

Convince said witch to give him Ataraxia.

Rescue the princess from the dragon guarding her tower, with said sword, from said witch.

If only the damned witch stopped getting in his way.

Written for @nessianweek Day 1: Banter

Read here on ao3

Also thank you so much to @missfckingfortune for doing a last minute beta read of this!

Chapter 1

Cassian was always meant to be a knight.

From the time he wrestled Rhys in the mud as a child, to the first time he faced down a foe—he’d known. 

He remembered the first time he held a wooden sword in his hand, playing with his chosen brothers as they hunted down imaginary monsters on Rhys’ estate.

He remembered kneeling before King Archeron and swearing fealty, dedicating his life to the realm. He remembered the honors that followed whenever he returned from a quest, meeting the smiling face of the king while he over and over declared Cassian a hero.

As the fourth son of a minor lord, Cassian considered himself lucky to even be a part of the knighthood in the first place. What he lacked in reputation, he made up for in pure, raw skill.

Rising through the ranks hadn’t been easy. He had to admit, it was hard at times having to earn the respect that was given to Rhys freely. But Rhys was his friend and his brother, so he never said a word. In turn, he trained relentlessly. Made sure no one ever had any reason to claim he shouldn’t be there fighting with the rest of them.

The early summer sun beat down on Cassian. Why the king insisted that they needed to stand at attention in full metal armor for this announcement he didn’t understand, but he’d suffered through it along with the rest of the knights. 

When it was over, they all trailed out of the courtyard, hanging up their armor and muttering amongst themselves. They’d separated themselves into groups, talking in circles as they walked, all coming up with a plan for the challenge ahead.

He exchanged a look with Rhys and Azriel, and they split apart from the rest, intent on ending the day at the local tavern over some ale.

“Well, that was certainly something,” Rhys said as they approached the building in the town square.

It had been. King Archeron had stood up on the palace balcony, Princesses Elain and Feyre on either side, and declared the quest. 

One brave knight was to rescue Princess Elain from the tower hidden deep in the woods, guarded by a fearsome dragon.

There was a catch, though. Only the legendary sword, Ataraxia, could defeat the dragon. And that sword, according to King Archeron, was in the possession of a witch in the forest.

And the reward for this whole thing? The hand of the princess. Elain.

“So not only do we have to rescue Elain from that tower, but we have to hunt down a witch for some sword as well?” Cassian asked. 

Ataraxia. The sword that Cassian had never even heard of until today. But he knew the Archeron family hid secrets behind their fortified walls, and he could only question so much before he was grasping through the air for answers.

“How did she even get it?” Rhys pondered. “I’ve never heard the name. Maybe it was hidden in the vaults somewhere? Maybe she stole it?”

So Rhys was thinking the same thing. 

But something didn’t add up. How would a witch get into the vaults? And the king remained surprisingly neutral about the circumstances. 

He merely said claim the sword. Nothing about killing the witch. But Cassian did not doubt that most of the knights wouldn’t take it that way, and would instead barge into this witch’s cottage with their weapons raised.

“You’re assuming the witch is evil,” Cassian said. “That’s not very progressive of you, Rhys.”

Though in truth, he couldn’t blame Rhys. He knew as much as the rest of them did—and that was what they were all told as children.

That witches were ruthless, terrible old hags, and whoever was foolish enough to get caught in their trap would suffer a slow, painful death. He’d heard stories of good, faithful men being cursed with bad luck and misfortune. Tales of witches kidnapping children and wives, never to be seen again.

He didn’t know how much truth he placed in that fact. As he got older, he realized such stories were few and far between, and spouted by men who feared a disruption to the order of things. In his experience, witches mostly seemed to mind their own business, which suited Cassian just fine.

“I’m not,” Rhys argued. “I’m merely curious. What else are we supposed to think?”

Nothing. He supposed that was the point. 

There was something that King Archeron was hiding. Something told Cassian that it wasn’t quite as simple as going into the woods on a witch hunt.  

“That poor witch will be dead within a week,” Rhys said. “Especially if someone like Kallon goes after her.”

How many men would she be forced to deal with on her doorstep? He didn’t even want to think about it. He preferred to steer clear of witches, but he had no desire to see one die. Especially if she hadn’t committed any crime.

However, being a witch was crime enough to some like Kallon.

The tavern was already buzzing by the time the three of them sat down with their full tankards. 

“You going?” Azriel asked, right before taking a sip of ale.

Cassian had never met Elain. Not formally, anyway. He’d seen her from across crowded rooms, dancing with suitors who were of much better rank than him, but he’d never actually spoken to her.

But he was the strongest knight the kingdom had to offer. It wasn’t just arrogance that made him say that; it was the cold, hard truth. Cassian alone had slain more beasts than the other knights combined.

Lanthys. Seven-headed Lubia. Blue Annis. He’d killed them all, freeing villages on the border from the terror they inflicted, and had the scars to prove it. 

So, yes. Cassian was the best. He was worthy of Elain. He had to be. He would be an idiot not to try for her hand. 

“Obviously. You?”

Azriel shrugged. “She’s pretty, isn’t she?”

Cassian watched him with a scrutinizing gaze, picking up the blush that Azriel was trying—and failing—to hide. 

“There’s plenty of pretty girls around here,” he countered. “You could get pretty anywhere, without having to track down some witch.”

“Then why are you going? And don’t go spouting some shit as to how you’re in love with her.”

Cassian didn’t have a good answer to that.

Maybe it was because he’d had that feeling in his chest since he was a boy that he was destined for something greater than being a simple knight. Some siren in the woods sang his name, and he knew, in his gut, that it was a princess. 

But he didn't say any of that. Instead, he kept his mouth shut.

“What, you think she’ll pick you?” a sneering voice from behind them said. 

Eris. Of course it was Eris.

The Vanserra brothers stood behind him, a smug expression on the older one’s face. Lucien looked like he’d rather be anywhere else, though he gave the three of them a respectful nod of his head.

“No princess in her right mind would choose you for a husband. You might as well give up now,” Eris said.

“And she would choose you?” Cassian shot back. “Last I remember, you couldn’t hold on to your previous engagement. She did anything she could not to marry you.”

Morrigan, Rhys’ cousin. He’d slept with her once, years ago when she’d begged him in order to get out of her betrothal.

She was, in turn, disowned by her family, and once Rhys became lord when his father died, he took her in.

While he’d taken lovers since, he’d done it with the assurance that he wasn’t their first. They were usually either married women whose husbands didn’t pay them enough attention, or those who propositioned him in the taverns.

He wasn’t going to be the reason some lady was ruined again, her reputation torn. 

It was a low blow, he knew, but Eris turned red as he seethed.

“I have no need for a wife,” Eris said. “My brother, however, does.”

Cassian watched Azriel’s gleam as he took in the younger Vanserra brother, ultimately deeming him a worthy opponent. Lucien did the same. The two men watched each other, ignoring Cassian completely, having some invisible dick-measuring contest that only existed between the two of them.

“May the most worthy man win, then,” Azriel said, holding out his hand.

Sir Lucien peered at the hand that was offered to him. There was only a moment of hesitation before Lucien reached down and took it in his own, shaking Azriel’s hand firmly.

“And good luck to you as well, Sir Azriel.”

Eris clenched his jaw, then pulled Lucien away by the scruff. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” Eris muttered into his ear as they walked away. “The princess will be yours.”

Azriel merely lifted his eyebrow in amusement while he watched them as if to say, we’ll see. 

“I thought there was supposed to be a third sister,” Cassian said, once the Vanserras were out of earshot. 

“There was. Nesta Archeron,” Rhys noted, keeping his eyes on the Vanserras as they ordered their drinks and sat at a table in the opposite corner. “Almost no one’s seen her in years, though. They say she’s off completing her studies, but I don’t quite buy that.”

Cassian hadn’t come to the palace until he was nearly seventeen. By that point, she was long gone, though supposedly she’d come back for visits every now and then.

“Why not?”

“Because the woman that’s next in line for the throne should be here, shouldn’t she?” Rhys said. “I think that’s why Elain’s betrothal is so important. Whoever marries her could be the king someday.”

“What do you think?”

“It could be any number of things. But trust me, Cassian, that is not a woman you want to go after.”

“What do you mean?”

Rhys shrugged. “I met her once. She’s not particularly pleasant.”

“With your charming personality? I wonder why.”

“Sir Tomas tried to charm her once,” Rhys went on. “Claimed they had a nasty end to their courtship because she turned out to be a massive bitch.”

“And you’re trusting his word? I’ve never liked the guy.”

“Listen. I know you like to believe the best in people, but just…don’t,” Rhys said. “Focus on rescuing that princess.”

Cassian didn’t know why he felt honor-bound to defend this woman he didn’t even know. So he kept quiet, not wanting to start a fight with his brother in the middle of this tavern.

“So, what’s your plan?” Cassian asked.

Rhys considered for a moment. “I think I’m going to sit this one out,” he said carefully.

Rhys was dutifully avoiding eye contact, and Cassian leaned forward, eyes narrowing and placing his weight on his elbows.

“You’re not even going to try?” Cassian asked Rhys.

“Elain’s nice enough,” he said. “But she’s not who I envision as my wife.”

“Oh?” Cassian asked, an arrogant smile already taking hold. “You already have someone in mind then, Rhysie?”

His brother rolled his eyes. “Everyone forgets there’s another princess right here, waiting for her perfect prince.”

Cassian barked a laugh. “Feyre Archeron? That girl does not need to be rescued.”

“Perhaps not,” Rhys said. “Maybe I like that in a woman.”

Feyre Archeron. Last he’d heard of that princess, she’d gotten in trouble for hunting in the forest like a half-feral beast. 

One day a few months ago she’d returned to the palace covered in mud and wyrm guts, claiming there was a sighting in one of the northern villages. Her father nearly had a heart attack when he saw her.

But…Cassian had to admit there had been a gleam in Rhys’ eye that day. He’d watched the corners of his brother’s mouth rise into a smirk when she threw that bone onto the ground, proof that the wyrm was well and truly dead.

“She’ll be the death of you,” Cassian muttered.

Rhys grinned. “What a fantastic way to die, then.”

Cassian shook his head and took another swig of ale, letting the stress of the day fall away. Tomorrow, he would strategize. And then he’d be off to rescue his princess.

*****

Cassian prepared for his journey the next day. In the morning he trained with the other knights, and as morning turned to midday several children ran up to him. They flaunted their sticks, makeshift swords that they pretended to fight with, and Cassian chuckled before kneeling down.

“If you want to be a proper warrior,” he said to one of them, “you’ll hold your sword like this. See?”

He adjusted the child’s grip on the sword, and he looked up at Cassian with awe before diving back into the fight.

They did that until one of their mothers called them back to finish their chores, and Cassian returned his attention to his exercises.

Rhys excited the alcove an hour later. He hadn’t been at training that morning. Now, he sported a bruise on his cheek, which he traced with the tips of his fingers, and he scowled as he approached Cassian.

“So, Rhys? Any luck?” 

His brother glared at him. “She threw her shoes at me.”

“Really?”

“Perhaps I deserved it.”

“What did you do?”

Rhys had the decency to look away ashamed before saying, “I may have climbed through her window.”

Cassian was about to ask more questions, but then Devlon rushed by, brushing past the two of them towards the palace gates.

There was shouting just beyond, and the knights all gathered towards the commotion, wanting to know what was happening.

Whoever the fuck this witch was, she wasn’t messing around. Kallon emerged through the gates, bloody and bruised, barely clinging onto his horse.

He nearly fell down getting off. Devlon grabbed the reins, and snorted at the sight.

“Bested by a woman, Kal?”

There was a part of Cassian that was glad to see the man so roughed up. They’d never gotten along, and the other man had certain opinions about how far a fourth son could rise, and what a woman’s place was.

Kallon stumbled forward a step. “I underestimated the bitch. It won’t happen again.”

“What happened?” Devlon asked.

“I…” Kallon started, but then his face furrowed in obvious frustration. “What the fuck did she do?”

“What?” Devlon asked. “What’s going on?”

“I can’t remember anything!” Kallon said. “I can remember going into the forest, and leaving it, but nothing else. What kind of curse did she put on me?”

“She wiped your memory, idiot,” Rhys said from next to Cassian. “She probably didn’t want you remembering where she lived, or what she looked like. I know I wouldn’t.”

Cassian shuddered at how practiced the witch needed to be in that. How many men had she felt the need to do this to?

“How?” Kallon asked.

“Are we forgetting the whole ‘witch’ aspect of all this?” Rhys asked sarcastically. “Magic,” he said, making a gesture with his hands.

Cassian snorted, leaning back up against the wall. Kallon began his limp towards the alcove leading into the palace.

“I’ll find her again. I already tracked her down once. How hard could it be?” Kallon said, shooting a sneer towards Cassian as he passed.

He remained silent. Cassian didn’t want to know the answer to that. And more than anything, he didn’t want Kallon to find her again. He’d find her first.

Then he’d put an end to this whole thing.

*****

Cassian left before dawn the next morning, saddling his horse and setting out through the village. Only a few souls were out and about, and they nodded his way with respect as his mare clopped down the cobblestone.

He’d dressed in leather armor, not wanting to deal with the metal heating his skin as he traveled. Plus, he wasn’t riding into battle. Just to some witch’s cottage in the forest.

Ruby nickered softly as Cassian patted her neck. “One more big adventure, girl. What do you say?”

Ruby had been through it all with him. She’d seen him slay beast after beast, was there when he received all of his scars, and never bolted away from him when any other horse might.

The trip to the edge of the forest was short, and once he reached the first line of trees he slowed Ruby down to a walk.

These woods were his destiny. Finding this woman was his destiny. He could feel it in his bones, and he followed that feeling deep into the forest, like a golden string guiding him to where he was meant to be.

Ruby carefully maneuvered over the foliage and through the thicket of leaves and branches. The woods turned dark and gloomy with the canopy above blocking any form of sunlight. All he could hear was the snap of branches underfoot as Ruby walked, and the soft exhales of her breath.

But still, he followed that feeling. That string in his chest tugged and tugged and tugged, until he was so deep in the forest that he could have sworn it was the middle of the night.

Until he saw light—a stream of it, fighting through the thick trees. That string in his chest snapped and called to him, drawing him closer. When he got nearer, he could see it for what it was.

A clearing in the woods. His mare pushed nervously through the rest of the trees, until they were right on the edge of it.

He slid off of her back and studied it.

This was it. A small cottage sat in the grass, surrounded by wildflowers and large, capped mushrooms. On the other side of the clearing, behind the cottage, was a babbling creek. The water trickled slowly across the rocks and the stones to a steady rhythm.

It was like a respite from the forest behind him, and Cassian felt peace settle into his bones as he crossed over the line that separated the two.

There was harmony in his soul, like the final, blissful cadence as a ballad resolved, leaving behind nothing but a lingering serenity.

He took another step forward, and realized there was actually music.

Birds sang with gleeful chirps, and the sound of humming made its way out of the open door. They blended together into a warm song that was melodic and sweet, and he paused at the edge of the property for a minute more, merely so he could relish that glowing feeling in his chest.

A second later, the source of that humming made herself known. A figure appeared in the door, like she was waiting for him. A woman, covered in a pale blue cloak that hid all of her features, except for the slender hand holding a straw basket.

She didn’t make a move towards him, instead choosing to watch from the doorway to see what he would do.

Kallon had tried to attack her. Cassian already wasn’t planning to do that, because he wasn’t the kind of man to harm a woman in the forest, but the bruises and gashes that the other knight returned with was not an encouraging sign.

All Cassian could do was hope that she accepted his deference,  and did not not subject him to the same fate. He’d fight if he had to, but he prayed that it wouldn’t come to that.

He knelt, placing his sword on the ground. “I mean you no harm. I swear it, on my honor.”

He meant every word. Nothing in the world would make him sacrifice his honor, his reputation, his standing. It wasn’t a promise he took lightly.

She cocked her head—or Cassian imagined that she cocked her head. He couldn’t see under the hood except for the slightest hint of gold—of youthful looking skin that had him fighting to contain his surprise.

“I didn’t realize knights knelt for witches,” she said. Her first words to him.

“Think of it as a gesture of goodwill.”

She was watching him like a wolf might watch a rabbit, her hooded face making note of the armor and insignia he proudly wore. “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure, Sir…?” 

He cleared his throat. “Sir Cassian, my lady.”

“My lady,” she said, amusedly. “It’s been a while since anyone called me that.”

With that, she turned on her heel, leaving the forest behind as she strode into her cottage. Cassian stood there, lips parting in silent question, until she paused in the doorway.

“Well? Are you coming in?”

Cassian stumbled upwards, following her through the door and leaving his sword behind in the grass.

She moved to the counter by the window, and Cassian took a second to take in the interior of the cottage. On the wooden table in front of him were papers strewn about with markings, runes from the look of it, in addition to  both dried and living plants hanging from the windows.

“Do you have a name?” he asked.

“Most people do have those, yes,” she said. She had gone back to work, throwing some of those dried plants into a bowl to crush together into some sort of paste.

“Fine. I deserved that one. Will you tell me your name, please?”

She paused in her task, cocking her head slightly to the side. “I haven’t decided if I will yet or not.”

He felt excitement, of all things, flare in his chest at the back and forth. Yet he asked anyway, “Are you like this with everybody?”

“No. Only arrogant knights.”

He let out a short laugh at that, but she paid it no mind, going back to her bowl.

“Most arrogant knights wouldn’t get on their knees for you.”

“Oh, I’m well aware of that,” she said. Then, as if it were an afterthought, “Don’t mind Bryaxis. He doesn’t bite, unless you do first.”

Cassian was about to ask who the hell Bryaxis was, until a black cat sprung up onto the table. His eyes were a pure onyx and seemed to contain more wisdom than a cat was supposed to. The feline studied Cassian  unblinkingly.

Bryaxis stalked around him, slinking across the table, and it seemed like the cat was staring straight into his soul.

“Are you sure that’s a cat?” he asked, dread pooling in his stomach.

The witch threw her head over her shoulder. He could see the shadow of her face, though her hood hid most of her features. What was under it, he wondered? He’d heard witches were supposed to be old crones, but this one seemed young from the sound of her voice and the skin he could see.

Despite the hood, he noted the hint of blue in her eyes that pushed through the dark. A blue he had a feeling that would haunt his every thought. Those eyes were made of steel and fire and ice, and if he wasn’t careful, he could see himself getting utterly, inexplicably lost in them. Like a moth to a damn flame.

Her lips curved into a smile. “I never said he was.”

Bryaxis turned and did a stretch in front of him, bowing and flexing his claws, and faced Cassian with a slow blink. 

Cassian couldn’t help the shudder that rolled through him, as he tried to think about anything else. 

Right. Made perfect sense. Why would anything in this witch’s cottage be normal? He plastered his usual grin back onto his face. 

“Nice place you’ve got here.”

“I let the first man into my cottage in nearly five years, and that’s what you open with?” she said.

“The first? I’m flattered, sweetheart.”

She chuckled coldly, and said, “Call me sweetheart again, and you very well could be the last.”

His smile remained, but the confidence behind it faltered. His charm always worked. He couldn’t remember a time when it hadn’t. But here, it was like talking to a wall of steel. Not that he minded too much. 

The witch turned, holding the stems of some plant in her hand, and brought them towards him.

“Chop,” she said. “You’re here, so you might as well be useful.”

“Seriously?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Is a little bit of housework beneath you?”

Cassian’s grinned, intent on proving her wrong. “Fine. Give me the knife.”

She placed the plants on a board on the table in front of him, in addition to the knife.

“So, you can follow orders,” she said, observing him for a moment. “That’s good to know.”

“When it suits me,” he said, sitting down and picking up the knife. “But you should know that I didn’t come here to cut plants for you.”

“Really? What a surprise.”

He sank the knife into the plant for the first chop, and then the second. Once he settled into a rhythm, he spoke again.

“I’ve come because there’s a sword that you supposedly have.”

“I know why you’re here, Sir Cassian.”

“So you have it.”

“I do.” 

“Are you going to give it to me or not?” he asked.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

He opened his mouth to protest, she silenced him with a finger in the air. “Chop. I’ll think while you do.”

“This seems like a way for you to get free labor.”

She let out what sounded like a chuckle, but she didn’t say anything further. Cassian got the message, and continued the task he was assigned, chopping the plant into fine pieces on the board.

She sat down across from him, writing something in her book. 

The minutes flew by. Before he knew it, he realized the cottage had gone completely silent, save for the sound of the knife hitting the board. The witch had stopped her scribbling.

When he looked up, she was watching him intently, tapping her finger silently on the table before her.

She asked, “Why should I entrust a woman’s future to a man I barely know?”

“Isn’t the point to choose somebody brave, like all the other quests?”

“Ah,” she said. “But this is no ordinary quest, is it?”

“I don’t see what you mean.”

“King Archeron takes his daughter’s well being very seriously. He will not settle for mere bravery.”

Cassian frowned. That was the purpose of this whole thing, wasn’t it? To find the knight that would venture into these woods, daring to face down the ruthless dragon that guarded Elain’s tower? It was supposed to be a measure of bravery and strength.

“Listen, let’s cut to the chase here. I’m the strongest knight you’re going to find. Just put me through your trials or whatever it is you want to do, and I can be on my merry way.”

“The strongest knight,” she repeated to herself, chuckling. “And that is all that matters to you, isn’t it?”

Cassian clenched his jaw at her mocking tone, but kept silent. The witch noted it, rolling her eyes and asking another question.

“Fine. Why do you want to marry her?” she asked.

“What?”

“That’s your trial, as you so put it. Tell me right now why you want to marry that princess. If it’s a good enough answer, I’ll give you Ataraxia.” 

He paused. It was the same thing Azriel had asked him two days ago.

It’s what he was supposed to want. It’d practically been ingrained in him. His duty was to the realm—he was destined to slay beasts and keep the kingdom safe. It’s what he had done for the last six years, and what he would continue to do until he no longer could.

Marrying a princess was supposed to be an honor.

“Well, I’m supposed to want to, aren’t I?”

She let the silence settle over the room like a fine dust. She was waiting for him to go on, almost like she was expecting him to proclaim his undying devotion to the princess.

He couldn’t.

What was he supposed to do? Lie?

Azriel had said it himself—Cassian didn’t love the princess. But respect and perhaps fondness would surely come with time. The princess seemed nice enough from what he’d seen, and he didn’t doubt that they would get along if he did marry her.

But clearly, his reasoning wasn’t enough.

“Any other reason?” she asked.

“I-”

Her eyes continued to bore into him, expecting an answer. What was he supposed to say?

“Any at all?” she asked.

Cassian cleared his throat, being the first to break eye contact. “This is fucking ridiculous.”

“Is it? I think it’s a rather simple question.”

It wasn’t a simple question. And from the look on her face, he assumed the witch knew she had him beat.

He supposed that’s why he said it. Maybe there was something in him that couldn’t handle this witch having the upper hand, when he was so used to getting his way.

So he said, “You know, it almost sounds like you care.”

At that, any lingering traces of amusement fell from her voice completely. “Should I not care?”

In the back of his mind, Cassian knew this was a test. But he didn’t like her prying for answers that he couldn’t give.

He couldn’t stop the words coming out of his mouth. He stood from his chair, placing his palms on the table as he leaned forward.

“I didn’t expect a soulless witch to be so invested in the marriage of a princess. Aren’t you supposed to be the one kidnapping maidens and throwing away the key?”

She blinked so slowly that he thought she might try to kill him. Maybe she would. She stood and took a step towards him around the table, her eyes flaring with a silver that was wholly unnatural.

She kept going until she was right in front of him, somehow looking down on him despite only reaching his shoulder in height.

The woman got so close that he took a step back, and another, into the pots hanging from the wall behind him. They clanged as they hit his head, and he winced, bringing his hand up to the hurt spot.

Gods, she was stunning. He couldn’t even see all of her, but what he could see had him thinking that this was why witches were so feared. She had a lethal kind of beauty, one that had him anticipating his own demise by her hand. And some masochistic part of him would enjoy every single second of it.

But she didn’t go for the kill.

Instead, she said, “Get out.”

“What?”

“If you’re going to bring your damn prejudice into my own home, then get. The fuck. Out.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I told you not to call me that.” The witch turned on her heel, not deigning to face him anymore. “You can leave on your own, or Bryaxis can see you out. Your choice.”

One look from the ‘cat’ told Cassian that he better follow the witch’s orders. He let out a hiss, digging his claws into the wood of the table, and Cassian knew better than to push that thing any further than he needed to.

“Listen. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Clearly.”

“But I need that sword.”

“So that’s what this is about,” she muttered. “You don’t care that you were wrong. You don’t care about making things right. You just want to ensure that you can still get what you need from me.”

He opened his mouth to protest. “I am sorry. But-”

“But.” She cut him off, demanding his full attention. “You are a coward, Sir Cassian. No amount of charming smiles will change that.”

“I would think that someone who puts his life on the line hunting beasts is the furthest thing from a coward,” he said. “And what about you? Hiding away here in the woods?”

“I am not hiding.”

He dropped his voice nearly an octave, and said with a serious calm, “Aren’t you?”

“Why would I possibly need to hide out here? Not when I have brave, heroic men showing up unannounced on my doorstep already.”

“Those heroic men keep the realm safe,” he argued. 

“Really? Do you want me to fall to my knees in gratitude? You want me to sing your name from the rooftops to feed your own arrogance?” 

She stalked towards him again, this time pushing him towards the door with Bryaxis at her heels.

She kept talking. “You want me to find you worthy? Well, here’s a hint. I don’t.”

The words hit him hard in the chest. He’d spent his entire life proving his worth. She wasn’t the first to say that he didn’t deserve the opportunities he’d been given, and she certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He didn’t know why this one woman saying it sounded different from all the others. Her eyes blazed as she shoved him through the door, back to the clearing and the forest beyond.

“Good luck finding a wife, Sir Cassian. But I can guarantee you it will not be the princess.”

[dogboytim]

Hi, so this will be really embarrassing if I’m the only one who withs this, but Thomas Hewitt has a huge dump truck back there, and personally I am very much a butt girl. If you have a juicy booty. Lawd 🛐🛐 (respectfully)

Anyway now for my request, imagine slapping Thomas’s juicy booty but like not in a mean way more playful, like him just walking by then, WHACK ✋.

Sorry if that’s weird I had to get it out

Good day :)

Sorry this took so long!! This probably isn’t my best but I’ve been working nonstop 😭

First thing’s first, Thomas isn’t really used to any physical affection

Like, all the physical touch he has received wasn’t the best

You spanking him was definitely strange for starters

It had been a while since you first moved in to the Hewitt household. You had originally planned to just breeze through the town but your truck had ran out of gas. You ended up meeting Thomas and the rest is history.

Your husband would do anything for you. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone if they so much as looked at you funny. Thankfully, Thomas understood how you felt about killing but he was also grateful that you understood that it was his familys’ means of survival. They had to kill in order to eat. Luda Mae and Hoyt sure as hell weren’t driving all the way to the big cities just to shop.

You had just gotten back from shopping. You were in the kitchen preparing some potato soup. Thomas loved your potato soup. Speaking of your husband, you could see him clearly from the kitchen window. He was out helping Hoyt set the bear traps. You had caught him at a good time too. The way those jeans hugged his ass when he bent over was enough to make your mouth water. Damn how’d you get so lucky.

Your eyes occasionally stole glances at him, trying to catch a nice view of his ass every time. Sadly, they had just finished setting the last one up which meant they would come inside to cool off. “Lucky me.” You grinned.

You fiend innocence when your husband walked past you. He was making his way to the fridge when SMACK.

He immediately jolted up, turning to look at you with wide eyes. Had you just smacked his ass? He looked confused and it only got worse when you laughed.

“Maybe don’t walk around with such a fat ass and I won’t smack it.” You teased, returning your focus to your soup.

Oh you were so gonna get it later.

[callmeagardengnome]

𓆩 bless me 𓆪 - chapter 7

w.c - 3.6k

pairings - demon!ateez ot8 x receptionist! fem! reader

genre - demon au, hint of royal au, possible yandere themes (?), romance, slow burn

synopsis: as hell's receptionist, you only wished to talk shit and stay out of trouble. yet, you happened to be the one that the two social clans in hell start fighting for.

c.w - quite graphic details of explosions and stuff + dark, slight yandere themes oops and also foul language

not proofread!

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Every street, every building, all signs of life evaporated in a flash of fire and debris. You watched in horror as the first few explosions targeted the outskirts of Hell, where most of the Halas lived. The ground shook with each explosion, the stench of smoke rising to where you and the Eternals were.

You waved your hand in front of your face, trying to get rid of the dark fumes. The explosion started to creep scarily close to the city centre making your heart pause.

Your office building.

You could see it so clearly - almost too clearly. At that very moment, the exact floor where your own office was, exploded into flames, the screams of your colleagues louder than anything you’ve ever heard.

For a moment, the explosions ripped through the rest of the building in slow motion, shattering the windows and erasing every piece of your workplace from existence. The force of the explosion made you stumble back, your eyes wide with disbelief.

“What the f-“ you screamed, but Seonghwa’s cackle stopped you before you could finish.

“I told you that you’d regret betraying us,” Seonghwa’s voice cut through the air with a smirk, making you want to punch it off of his pretty stupid face.

“I didn’t do shit,” you spat back, moving towards him, going in for a punch.

That was when Hongjoong gripped your shoulder tightly, making you wince. His hands reached for your hair, forcing you to turn back at the sight in front of you. “Watch,” he sneered, not caring whether or not you were in pain.

Your colleagues ran out of the building covered in blood, soot and tears. You could see Walkers desperately crawling out of the building before being inevitably blown up by the explosives they planted outside of it.

Your office exploding meant one thing - they had an Eternal plant extra bombs in and around your building, extra bombs you didn’t know existed.

Your mind immediately went to Mingi. As much as you wanted to trust him, he was the main Eternal that led the bomb planting. You looked at him in the corner of your eye, seeing how he was spacing out, ignoring the destruction and screams around him. How you wanted to kill every Eternal around you right now..

Hongjoong, his hands still painfully tight on your head, dragged you to the side. The cold stone of the wall pressed against your back, forcing you to sit down. His touch on your skin made your stomach churn.

“You’re lucky we still need you,” he whispered, a creepy smile stuck on his face.

His fingers brushed the strands of hair away from your face and he traced your jaw with his thumb, an action that felt more threatening than anything. “Your office may be gone, but don’t worry- I’ve ordered my servants to move all your things to the Palace. This is your home.. forever.”

The explosions started to become white noise and the Palace faded from your mind. There were too many things happening at once - being trapped in this shithole, lives being lost and the fact that he probably knows about your plans to betray them.

As your mind started to scurry, trying to think of different ways to leave the Palace, Hongjoong leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Remember this: you’re only alive because I want you to be. Step out of line and you’ll wish that I left you with the pests.”

He straightened up, his eyes glowing with satisfaction before walking away to watch the screaming demons.

You sat in shock, struggling to catch your breath with the heavy smoke. Yunho approached you, reaching his hand out, but you swatted it away before he could touch you.

“Don’t,” you hissed, glaring at him.

Yunho froze, his hand staying in the air for a moment before letting it fall to his side. “I’m just trying to help..” he said softly.

“Help?” you exclaimed, standing up, ignoring how weak your legs were. “How are you ‘helping’ when you’re letting this happen? Do you think you’re doing something right?”

Yunho’s eyes darkened with.. guilt? Anger? Either way, he didn’t argue with you. You scoffed at his silence, shooting him a nasty stare.

“You’re not different, Yunho,” you continued, struggling to get the words out of your chest. “You act like you care, but when it really matters, you do nothing.”

He looked down, taking in your words. You could see him debating with himself, wanting to say something, but right now, you couldn’t care less.

You turned away from him, searching for the nearest door. “I need to get out of here,” you muttered to yourself.

You ran down the plethora of stairs, nearly tripping over many of them. The sounds of your footsteps echoed through the stone walls, each step being more hurried than the last.

You found yourself in the Palace garden, breathing the fresh air that you desperately needed after the suffocating smoke at the top. You wanted to slow down, but you heard footsteps approaching behind you, causing you to start running again.

Just then, a demon grabbed your wrist from behind, preventing you from going further. You whipped around, coming face-to-face with Mingi, his face worried. “What do you want?” you panted.

“Are you okay..?” Mingi asked, almost hesitant.

“You ran after me to ask that?” you snatched your hand away from his grasp. “No, I’m not okay, General. You just planted bombs in my office and pretended to work with me.”

His eyes widened in surprise as he quickly shook his head. “I know that’s what it looks like but I promise you, I didn’t do that. I had no idea that they were planning to attack your office.”

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one who led the execution? And the bombings?”

“Well- I did do that but-“ he started, his voice trailing off as you turned away, your back facing him.

“Wait-“

You paused for a moment, your hands clenching into fists at your sides. At this point, you couldn’t grasp everything that was going on - the explosions, the deaths of both Halas and Walkers, the potential betrayal of someone that was supposed to work with you. If Mingi was going to talk to you, he better have an explanation, not an excuse.

You sighed, turning around just enough to see his face. “You have one minute,” you stated.

Mingi gulped, taking a deep breath. “I had no idea they were going after your office,” he said, his words rushed. “I was given orders to lead the bombings, but the one at your office- I wasn’t aware of that plan. I swear- if I knew, you would know by now.”

“It’s an entire government office!” you exclaimed, not believing his words. “How can you, the General, not know about such a major part of the attack?”

Silence grew after your outburst. Mingi’s breathing went uneven, but his eyes never left yours.

“You have to understand,” he continued, his voice soft. “They didn’t tell me anything about your office. Look- the only demons I have an issue with are the Halas. I wouldn’t go out of my way to hurt Walkers.”

For a moment, the air became tense, with neither of you speaking up. Mingi shifted uncomfortably, clearly trying to read your thoughts.

“If you don’t believe me,” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “Maybe I need to show you how serious I am.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms as you stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

Mingi hesitated, clearly unsure of how to proceed. Then, with a deep breath, he stepped closer to you. “Hit me.”

You blinked. “What..?”

“Hit me, punch me, kick me- I don’t care. I won’t stop you,” he said, his face completely serious.

Your eyes widened, trying to process what he was saying. Out of all the things you expected him to say, this wasn’t one of them.

“That’s.. weird, Mingi,” you said, concerned and rightfully confused. “Why would that make me believe you?”

Mingi sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Because I don’t know what else to do,” he said in frustration. “I’m not the bad one, ‘____’, they are. I need you to trust that I had nothing to do with those bombings. If letting you hit me is the only way to get that across.. so be it.”

“What are you-“ His eyes softened as you spoke, almost making you feel.. bad. You shook your head, frowning, trying to make sense of his words.

“Mingi.. punching you isn’t going to change anything. I still don't know if I can trust you anymore.”

Mingi took another step closer to you, placing his hands on his chest. “Please, I don’t know what else I can do.”

You stared at him. It was strange - unbelievably strange. You never thought that you would end up here, not that you were complaining though.

“I mean.. a chance to beat the shit out of an Eternal?,” a wide smirk began to from on your face. “And you’re the General..”

Mingi’s eyes widened in surprise - whether it was from you considering his offer or not, you weren’t sure.

You looked at him carefully, sizing him up. There was something almost absurd about the whole situation. An Eternal, the most respected demons in Hell, was practically begging for you to punch him. You could see how desperate he was to prove something to you.

“I’ve always wanted to see if I could take down someone like you,” you continued, cracking your fingers. “Guess this is my chance.”

Without waiting for him to react, you threw your fist at him and swung. The punch landed on his face with an impact that sent a wave down your arm. Mingi stumbled back, looking at you in shock as he clutched his cheek.

“Damn,” he muttered. “You really don’t hold back.”

You shook your hand, feeling your knuckles tingling after the punch. “Of course, I’m not like that dog army of yours.”

Mingi scoffed, still rubbing his cheek in disbelief. “Hey, leave them out of this.”

You rolled your eyes. “You're concerned about that right now?”

You watched as he was about to retort but quickly stopped himself, realising the position he was in. For a moment, you considered hitting him again, just for fun, but you held yourself back. After all, you weren’t sure if he would allow it to happen a second time.

“I’ll give you the benefit of a doubt,” you sighed, seeing how his eyes lit up at your words. “But don’t think for a second that this means I trust you completely.”

Mingi nodded, running up to where you were. You managed to get a good look at his face, seeing a nasty scar on the side of his cheek.

“Dang.. I really hit you hard, huh?” you chuckled, running your fingertips along the injury. “I would say sorry but I wouldn’t mean it.”

“Screw you,” he snorted, but there wasn’t any real anger in his voice. He didn’t make any attempts to swat your hands away, even leaning slightly into your touch. “Let’s try and find a way out of here.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Unfortunately, the Palace was littered with guards at every corner. Soldiers were stationed at every corner and exit, making it impossible to leave unnoticed. After what felt like hours of failed attempts, escape only seemed like a distant dream.

Exhausted, you found a secluded spot in the palace - a dimly lit corner tucked away from the main corridors. You leaned against the stone wall, catching your breath as you planned what to do for your next move.

Suddenly, you felt a presence moving towards you.

Without thinking, your instincts kicked in and you swung your fist towards the approaching figure. But before you could land it, a hand shot up, grabbing your wrist mid-air.

“Woah,” he raised his eyebrows, a small smirk tugging on his lips. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Yunho?” you exclaimed, your heart racing from his sudden appearance. “What the Hell are you doing here?” you asked as you looked around.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he replied, gently releasing your wrist and putting it to your side.

You took a step back, sitting down on the cold floor that made you flinch. You tried to ignore Yunho, hoping that he would leave. But unfortunately, he sat down right next to you.

There was a short moment of quiet - one where all you could hear was the jagged breathing from you, and the calm breaths of Yunho. You jumped slightly when you heard him break the silence.

“You’ve been up to some interesting things lately,” he began, catching your attention immediately.

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on.. don’t play dumb,” Yunho turned to you and smirked. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been sneaking around. This Palace has eyes, you know. It’s not that hard to connect the dots.”

You scoffed, picking at your nails. “Well in that case, you don’t know anything.”

Yunho’s smirk faded, replaced by something eerie. “I wouldn’t be too confident,” he said, his words sending shivers down your spine. “I know a lot of things. Like what happened to your office.”

“You-“ Your breath caught in your throat as you whipped your head towards him. “Don’t tell me you were behind the bombings..”

He didn’t deny it.

The silence was stretched uncomfortably long, as if he was savouring your reaction. Finally, he let out a sigh, one that made you want to rip his lungs out. “It was either that or your house. It’s not my fault they picked the ones with more demons in it.”

“Are you insane?” you hissed, pushing yourself off the floor, unable to sit still anymore. “So you blew up my office on purpose, because Walkers were there?”

“It was the only way to keep you in check-“

You groaned in frustration, pacing back and forth the room, trying to stop yourself from punching another Eternal. “You didn’t have to blow up my office! Now what? You’re getting rid of both Halas and Walkers?”

Yunho remained calm, making you more irritated than anything. His eyes merely following your frantic movements as you walked around the room.

“...Why do you care so much about those.. Halas?” he asked, the clear disdain in his voice as he recited their name.

You stopped in your tracks and glared at him. “That was your response to what I just said?” you asked in disbelief.

“They’re pests, they need to be controlled. And yet-“ he paused, furrowing his eyebrows. “-You have a soft spot for them.”

You clenched your fists. “They’re not pests. They are innocent demons who did nothing wrong.”

Yunho slowly rose from the ground, stepping closer and closer to you. The space between you two shrank, his presence looming over you.

He leaned down to your ear, whispering, “Do you really believe that?” He sounded almost.. amused - as if he was toying with you.

“Yes,” you snapped, your voice obviously laced with anger. You couldn’t believe the absurd question coming out of his mouth.

Yunho tilted his head, studying you with a curious look. “And you’d do anything to help them?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You looked at him in confusion, his question throwing you off guard. “Why are you asking so much about the Halas?”

Yunho smiled - making your stomach twist with anxiety. “Well.. since the Eternals already know you’re betraying them, what’s the harm in being interested in what you’re doing?”

You felt a wave of fear wash over you as you heard his words. “The- they actually know?” you stammered, feeling your pulse in your ears.

“Of course they do,” he continued. “They’re not stupid, but it’s cute to see how convincing you are. Makes me wonder how far you’ll go.”

You took a step back. “So what now? You’re just waiting to see what I’ll do?”

Yunho shrugged, clearly enjoying how you were becoming more scared by the second. “It takes guts to go against a King. Not sure if I should be worried or impressed.”

“Worried?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “You have no reason to be worried.”

Yunho’s gaze softened slightly, becoming more serious about his words than he did before. “You’re going to get yourself killed, '____'. Whether it’s by the Eternals directly or in one of their attacks.. you’re not safe.”

You sighed, searching his eyes for any hints of him joking or lying - but nothing came up. “Why do you care, Yunho? Why do you care about what I’m doing?” you asked, tired of him beating around the bush.

“Honestly?” He paused, considering his words carefully. “It’s getting.. boring.”

You blinked, confused. “Boring..?”

“At first it felt great, you know? Like- we’re finally getting rid of the rats,” he confessed with a grin. “But what’s the point when they can’t fight back? Where’s the fun in that?”

You crossed your arms, staring at him. “So the only reason why you’re talking to me.. is to stir things up?”

“It’s not fair to have a one-sided fight. Why not try and even the odds?” his smirked widened as he leaned in closer once again, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ll help you make things very interesting…”

You scoffed, ignoring the lingering feeling of his lips brushing against your ear. “What do you get out of this? Some kink thrill of yours?”

He chuckled, his laughs echoing throughout the room. “Do you not want my help?” he asked, the shit-eating smirk still evident on his face.

“You’re not even serious about this,” you sighed, turning to walk away. But before you could take another step, he grabbed your wrist gently, pulling you back just enough to close the distance again.

“Says who?” Yunho’s voice became soft, completely different to how it was earlier. His thumb slowly drew circles on the inside of your wrist, sending a jolt through you. “Having me on your side will be helpful.. and a lot more fun than whatever you’ve got going on.”

You stayed silent for a moment. You wanted to ignore him, walk away without a second thought - but there was something in his voice that made you hesitate.

His smirk turned into something more genuine as he continued. “I’m not your enemy, at least not yet. If you keep pushing, I’m going to reconsider my offer.”

You pulled your wrist from his grasp, the ghost of his fingers remaining as you finally took a step back. “Fine-“ you caved in. “But I’m only doing this because we need as much help as we can get. I don’t trust you.”

Yunho’s normal self returned, his eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. “I’d be surprised if you did,” he replied smoothly. “But who knows? Maybe you’ll start to.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⊹₊ִ ࣪𖤐๋࣭ ⭑⊹₊ 𖥔.

Mingi’s footsteps echoed through the dim corridor as he made his way to Hongjoong’s office. The summon was quite sudden but not unusual for the two, with them mainly discussing about the soldiers and weapons. However, this time, Mingi felt a strange feeling he couldn’t shake off.

He knocked on the door, only entering when he heard Hongjoong’s voice. Hongjoong was seated behind his desk which was scattered with papers. He was fidgeting with a pen in his hand, his face blank and neutral.

Mingi greeted, hoping his voice wasn’t shaky. “Lord Hongjoong-”

“-I’ve been hearing things, General,” Hongjoong began, looking up from his papers. “Things that suggest that you’re not as faithful as you appear.”

Mingi stiffened. “What are you talking about? I’ve done nothing to betray the Eternals.”

Hongjoong’s lips curled into a grin. He stood up, walking closer to the other Eternal. “That’s what you believe, but beliefs can be deceiving, can’t they?”

Mingi felt a chill go down his back as he tried to maintain his composure. He took in a deep breath. “I don’t understand what you’re implying.”

Hongjoong circled him slowly, like a predator toying with a prey. “Loyalty is a fragile thing.. it can be swayed by the slightest breeze, a whisper or..”

“…A Walker.”

Hongjoong took his pen and traced it on the scar that you gave Mingi earlier, a wild smile forming on his face. Mingi stood frozen, his mind and heart both rushing for an answer. “I haven’t betrayed anyone. There must be a misunderstanding-“

“A misunderstanding?” the King cackled as he repeated what the poor Eternal said. “General- I don’t remember the last time you were this scared of me. What happened to the oh so brave soldier I once had?” he asked mockingly.

The King calmed himself down, leaning against his desk. He stood in front of Mingi, his eyes wide with craze. “A misunderstanding.. is that what this is?”

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Mingi could feel sweat rolling down his face despite it being a cool 300 degrees in the room.

“I think this is the beginning,” Hongjoong spoke up, his voice cutting through the air like a knife.

Mingi’s heart pounded in his chest, not knowing what the King was getting at, but he knew better than to trust the calm face that the Eternal was presenting. “Beginning of what?”

Hongjoong locked his eyes onto Mingi. “The beginning of your fall, General.”

There was a pause - a stare-down between the two Eternals. The air was thick with unspoken threats, almost making it difficult to breathe.

Hongjoong smirked, flicking his wrist. “You’re free to go.”

author’s note: sorry for the slow updates! im kinda just writing this whenever i get the motivation… i but hope that yall enjoy it! any and all feedback appreciated <3

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[lexii282]

Hi hi!! ✨

This is my first short story maybe? That I’ve written and posting! And of course it's about Mr. Burrow himself because good lord 🥵

It is not proof read so this is your warning. If you see anything lmk! I don’t mind constructive criticism.

Go easy on me and hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

Untouchable

Warnings; none

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I woke up to the feeling of something trailing along the inside of my thighs as I lay there asleep. At first, I don’t realize what it is until I force the sleepy haze aside and concentrate only to put the pieces together. I'm in the hotel room that he rented and It’s his lips pressing against my skin gently just enough so I could feel it and wake up. His hands moved softly up and down my hips to my sides. Slightly massaging the parts he decides to stop at.He finally decides to stay focused on my hips just where the waistband of my underwear lay at and start to pull them down only to be stopped by my hands on top of his.

“And here I thought you had enough last night Burrow” I let a small smile grace my lips

He pops his head up with a smug smile and kisses his way up my body to finally land right next to my lips. Bringing my hands above my head trapped by his holding them down and finally says

“If you’re tapping out sweetheart that’s all you gotta say. Just tell me how you can’t take anymore and need a break” A small laugh bubbles out of me

“Joey please you and I both know we can keep it going but we both have places to be and people to see”

“And none of them are you in this bed dressed like this so I don’t care (y/n/n). He hovers above me with that same smug expression that I’ve grown to love in the past couple of months.

I stare back up at him

“Easy there. You’re starting to sound like you actually might have a crush on me”

He rolls his eyes and lays beside me and I turn to look at him.

“I like having your presence around. There’s nothing wrong with that.” he shrugs.

“Mhm. Just remember the deal okay? I don’t want anyone getting hurt lover boy”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head sweetheart I’m the last one you need to worry about catching feelings.”

I smile. “Good. Then I’m getting in the shower.”

“Can I join??” He asks as I was shutting the door

“Nope!” I hear his laugh right after

I stand under the shower head letting the hot water ease my muscles. The stress of the past couple of weeks catching up to me after leaving it behind for a few hours last night.

When you’re chasing your dreams you never truly believe everything they say about how you’ll miss the calm and stability you had in your life before you got everything you wanted. I guess that’s where Joe comes in for me. Since really being in the spotlight I never felt more alone and like no one understands. Of course, I love what I do but I just could never imagine how lonely I would feel.

Joe Burrow the QB for the Bengals. We met at a mutuals party one night when I was in town visiting my family and we hit it off. The conversation flowed and we had a lot in common. I felt like I could be myself for once and didn’t have to hold back. Eventually, too many drinks were consumed and we made our way back to his place via Uber because drunk driving? I could never.

We made it up to his room and I made myself comfortable on his bed while he had to go get something. Presumably a condom and finally when he comes back in the room hyped and ready just one look is all it takes to kill his mood. Why you ask?

Well, I would love to answer that question (hint the sarcasm). I had fallen asleep. One of the most embarrassing things I could have done and I did it in front of the Joe burrow. I’ve had a crush on the guy ever since he started playing for the team and I finally get my chance and I go and fuck it up. He made sure to tell me all about it the next day and loves to still bring it up to this day. We’ve since made this a recurring thing whenever we’re both in town or free to fly wherever the other one may be. It’s been easier meeting up with me being on a break but eventually, it’s going to come to an end with me going back to recording this new album.

Just a few months ago I had finished my arena tour and decided to take time off to really take everything in. All the accomplishments I was able to achieve just like I’ve always wanted and of course, I just wanted to take time away to spend with my friends and family. It’s been hard but it’ll be worth it.

“Hey, I need to head out. I’ll see you later though right?” Joe says opening the door not to mention scaring me a little. I almost forgot where I was so lost in my thoughts. I poke my head out while using the shower curtain to keep the rest of my body covered.

“Uh, what’s later?”

“Some of the guys are meeting up at that club. Ya know the new one they just opened a few weeks ago. I was telling you about it last night. “ He comes closer to me jokingly pulling on a string of wet hair. I slap his hand away before saying

“Riiight. I don’t know Joe. Don’t you think it might be weird that we’re there together? You know how the media is not to mention the fans.”

“Why would it be weird unless you make it weird (y/n/n). We’re friends. Nothing wrong with that. Don’t make it a bigger deal than it has to be” He shrugs

“I’m not. But we said when we started this that nobody would know about us hanging out. I think being spotted together at a club of all places will raise a few questions.”

“Listen it’s a new place and we both by coincidence wanted to check it out on the same night. I don’t think it would be all that weird. Just don’t get jealous when you see all the ladies around me yeah?” He lets a smug smile form.

I roll my eyes. Cocky asshole.

“Shut up and get out of my bathroom Burrow. I don’t have time for your games. He lets out a laugh. That sound has quickly become one of my favorite sounds.

“If I recall correctly I paid for this room so therefore it’s my bathroom sweetheart.” He pauses and then continues.

“Just don’t think too much about it alright? Go out with your friends get a couple of drinks and oh look! Quarterback, Joe Borrow is here. He's hot maybe we should go say hi”

“Do you think your head will explode if it gets any bigger?”

“Nah but I’m sure you’d like to think it would.” He leans down and kisses my cheek and starts walking out.

“I’ll see you later sleeping beauty”

“Jerk!” I yell out. You fall asleep once during a hookup and you never live it down. Unbelievable.

[nagaparadise]

Chasing Sandstorms

You are a bounty hunter that spent the last six years in pursuit of the notorious "sandstorm" Silvio. At long last, you finally found your target, but you quickly come to realize that killing him might be harder than you think.

I had this one sitting in my drafts for a while, so I think now is a good time to get it out! (Plus it kinda counts for teratovember 😆)

Female reader x Silvio (diamondback rattlesnake naga), explicit, no warnings

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It was hard to close the distance between you, but you pushed yourself even further than you’ve gone before. You quickly raised your revolver, and though you didn’t have a clear aim as you did before, you were comforted in knowing that there was nobody around if you happened to miss. The crack of your revolver rang out into the air but narrowly missed Silvio’s head. Then you fired another, and another, and another, to the point where you only had half the ammo left. Tears of frustration began to drip down your cheeks, and your breathing became uneven to the point where it felt like you were choking on your own breath, but you continued to push your body forward. Everything is against you now. You couldn’t aim, see, or breathe properly, but there was still one thing you could do: run. The naga you hated, that you’ve been obsessed with for years on end, was right in front of you, and there wasn’t a single chance that you were about to let him go. So no matter the cost, you continued your perusal until your legs cramped, determined that you wouldn’t let him live long enough to see the sun rise. But to your surprise, he took a strange turn and slithered inside a small storehouse. If you had any sense of reasoning still intact, you would have thought that this was a trap, but at this point, you were operating purely on instinct. Just as you had reasoned before, you could easily get a clear shot so long as he was cornered, and now you’ll finally get that chance.

You nearly tore the door off its hinges as you ran into the storehouse after Silvio. Luckily, the storehouse was mostly barren aside from a couple of barrels of grain that were placed unevenly across the floor, stacks of hay that lined one wall, and of course, Silvio, who was in the middle, slumped over and hands rested on his waist as he attempted to catch his breath. You made no effort to restrain yourself as you flew at him, toppling his exhausted humanoid body over with ease.

Silvio yelped in surprise, and you snarled in response. Silvio lay helplessly on his back while your legs were straddled over his tail, and pointed the barrel of your gun at his nose.

“Haah…haah… Finally… I’ve got you now, bastard.”

“Haah…haah… Definitely looks that way,” Silvio tried to force a grin, but even he could admit that looking down the barrel of your revolver intimidated him. “The terror of “Sandstorm” Silvio ended by a stunning bounty hunter who had him straddled… Heh, I don’t mind the sound of that.”

“Shut up!” You exclaimed as you brought down the hammer of your revolver with a satisfying click. “Are you really cracking jokes as you’re about to die?!”

“Ain’t life just one big joke anyway? If ya can’t laugh at that, then what can you laugh at?” Silvio responded with a cocky grin. “One thing I should point out… Is that I’m not that close to death just yet.”

Before you had a chance to react, you felt a constricting pressure around your chest, then a weight around your arms, and finally, the sound of a rattle shaking just behind your head. It was Silvio’s tail, constricting around your body, pinning one arm to your body, and compressing around your hand holding the gun. You tried to move your finger around the trigger, but you were quickly beginning to lose feeling in your hand, and any sensation was instead replaced by a heavy numbness. 

“Aw, look at us! Quite the stalemate, if I do say so myself.”

“You…bast…ard!” You choked out. It wasn’t as if you were actually choking, and neither were you losing circulation in your hand, but his tail was tight enough that you couldn’t move an inch.

“Hey, look at me,” Silvio said with an uncharacteristically quiet voice. “Just calm down a sec, will ya? Look, we got off on the wrong foot, but I think we should look past that.”

“Don’t act like this was a misunderstanding! You’ve been stealing and terrorizing innocent folks for years! Your crimes aren’t something that can just—”

You just happened to look down during your rant, and under your groin, a thin vertical slit opened up on Silvio’s tail.

“What the hell is that?” You questioned with a slight tremble in your voice.

“Fuck… Just ignore it. It’s nothin’, really.”

“You can’t fool me! That’s a hidden weapon, isn’t it?”

“N-no! I’m serious, it’s nothing!” Silvio tried to plead, but his body betrayed him. Slowly, from under your groin, the tips of his twin cocks began to emerge.

“This doesn’t look like “nothing” to me! Don’t tell me these are your…”

“Oh my god, yes, they’re my cocks! Listen, you can’t blame me for gettin’ a little excited when I’ve got an attractive bounty hunter straddlin’ my tail and waving a gun in my face!”

You wanted to retort, but you couldn’t peel your eyes off the cocks that had now fully unsheathed themselves. Hard and throbbing, the shafts were an unusual forest green, which transitioned to a bright yellow towards the tips. Both were ribbed by lines that ran vertically down the shaft. The first thing that came to mind was how much they resembled the lava cactus without the spikes. The second was a thought that you would keep hidden deep in your heart until the day you died.

Silvio took notice of how mesmerized you were, and a sly smirk played on his lips. “Like whatcha see, darlin’?”

“No,” you lied.

“Y’know, I wouldn’t mind lettin’ you take ‘em for a ride. Think of it as a reward for all your hard work. After all, nobody’s ever gotten close to pinnin’ me like this before.”

“You are a piece of work, you know that? Nothing’s going to stop me from killing you!”

“Then let’s compromise: first we can have some fun, and then you can kill me. Actually, I can’t think of a better way of goin’ out!”

Your grip remained firm on your revolver. But at the same time, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his enticing cocks. You gulped as you began to seriously contemplate his words. You would never admit that you’d want to have sex with him, but the thought of those thick cocks stuffed in your hole lit a fire in your belly. You glanced back at his face to see that infuriating grin creeping along his lips. You knew that you were playing right into his hand if you accepted, but curiosity and arousal were starting to get the better of you.

Silvio’s hands began to run along your thighs, fingertips barely ghosting the fabric over your skin as they slowly moved up and down. “Whaddya say, darlin’?”

You tried to hide your increased breathing, but there was no way he couldn’t feel your chest rise from under his tail. You were hit with a sense of relief that he couldn’t see your maddening blush in the darkness.

“You know that it’ll only take me a split second to kill you, right? Which means that by the time we’re done—”

“Yup, you’ll blow my brains out. That is, if I haven’t already blown yours,” Silvio’s fingers began to skirt around the underside of your thighs. One hand continued until it reached your groin, while the other began to loop over the opening of your bottoms. You shivered under his tail, both from one hand grazing your skin under your bottoms and his strong fingers tracing your slit from under the fabric.

“Please, there’s no way you’re that good.” You tried to maintain your composure as he lifted you with his tail, giving enough room to slip your bottoms off. In one swift motion, your underwear, bottoms, and shoes had been shed from your legs, and you gasped at the sudden cold breeze brushing past your exposed skin.

“Have you ever been with a naga, darlin’? I can guarantee you that you won’t ever forget this night,” Silvio couldn’t prevent a gasp from escaping his throat once he saw your exposed pussy. With his cocks vibrating in response, he used his tail to position you over his cocks. His cold tips felt tantalizing against your warm folds as he teasingly rubbed them over your opening. You wanted to beg for him, to plead him to stuff you, but you didn’t want to show how eager you were. Unfortunately, your body exposed your desire, and you began to involuntarily grind against his throbbing tips.

“I see someone’s excited.”

“Shut up.” 

With a chuckle, he used his tail to slowly lower you onto one of his hard cocks. A drawn out moan escaped from your throat as his cock slid into your tight pussy, stretching you to your limits. A jubilance rose through your body as his cock slithered along your walls, and reached the end of your cave, allowing your opening and clit to rest at the base of his tail. It had been so long since you’ve felt such satisfaction that you felt like crying out in joy, but you couldn’t bring yourself to express your exuberance when the cock belonged to the naga you hated the most. Though as much as you tried to hide your bliss, Silvio was able to read you like an open book. Your face was twisted in both disdain and pleasure, but you were fervently rolling your hips along the base of his tail, hoping to get any sort of friction against your walls and clit, which elicited a dreamy sigh from Silvio.

“Some bounty hunter you are. You’re practically begging your target to fuck you!”

“Go to hell—Ahhhhhn!” Your cursing was interrupted by Silvio sneaking a finger over your clit and mercilessly pressing on it. You unconsciously jerked your hips in response, which only encouraged him to continue rolling his index and middle over your throbbing bud. 

“Fuck… I’ve barely done anythin’ and you’re already wet. God, you’re so cute,” another cheeky remark from Silivo that evoked blood to rush to your cheeks. You tipped your head back, hoping that he wouldn’t see, but no matter what you did, he knew that you were enjoying every moment of his teasing. Then without warning, you began to feel his cock slowly slip out from your wet pussy. His fingers continued to play with your clit as he made his descent, but stopped as the tip of his cock reached just above your opening. Then, he stopped all movement. You held your breath as you expected him to do something, anything, but he continued to remain still. After the excruciatingly long pause, you finally looked back down, ready to yell at him, to tell him to hurry up, but you stopped yourself when you saw his placid face glistening in sweat from the moonlight. His eyes were hooded, and smile seemed oddly sincere. For a second, you thought you were looking at your beloved partner. But the illusion was quickly broken when his lips drew apart to reveal a sinister grin, accented by his fangs. “Ready, darlin’? ‘Cus I ain’t holdin’ back anymore.”

You had no chance to retort as he instantly slammed his cock into your pussy. The pleasure and pain forced a shriek from the bottom of your lungs, but Silvio was quick to coil his tail around the base of your neck and over your mouth.

“Shhh, don’t be too noisy now. We don’t need the townsfolk interruptin’ us.” Silvio cooed as he continued his swift and merciless thrusts. You couldn’t help but agree as you clenched around his thick cock, trying to get as close to him as possible, hoping that this pleasure would never end. His hands latched onto your inner thighs, fingers gently digging into your skin as he massaged them while he heaved his cocks upward, forcing the base of his cool tail to meet your swollen opening. Though you found his kneading delightful, you wished that his fingers were attending to your sensitive bud instead. But you figured he would be more keen on teasing than satisfying. Ultimately, you figured that you couldn’t complain too much when his second throbbing cock bounced against your tummy in time with his thrusts, occasionally rubbing against your clit. But to your surprise, his hands slowly moved from massaging your thighs, to reaching around to your ass. His thrusts slowly came to a pause as his fingers dug into your skin to spread your cheeks apart. Your eyes widened as you looked down at Silvio and you tried to ask what he was doing, but your voice was muffled under his tail. Once again, he looked back up at you with the same serene smile.

“I know just how much you want both of ‘em, but I don’t think you’re ready just yet for a two-in-one. Maybe next time, darlin’,” Silvio whispered, and you wanted to remind him that there won’t be a next time, but came to accept that he wasn’t going to remove his makeshift gag anytime soon. “I know this ain’t the best way to do it, but, I should be slippery enough,” he said to the side. Just as you wondered what he meant, you felt something wet prod at your second hole, then promptly pushed through, stretching your rectum until you were aligned with the cock nestled in your pussy. You wanted to cry out just from the pressure in both your holes, but you held back as much as you could. Even if he was handsome, even if his cocks felt fucking amazing, you couldn’t let either of those distract you from your goal. 

Once again without warning Silvio began his assault, relentlessly assailing your holes. Your body went limp in his tail as it narrowed in on the pressure in your abdomen, causing your grip around your gun to loosen and allowing it to fall next to Silvio’s head with a dull thump. Screams and whimpers continuously poured from your lips, interspersed with moans of Silvio’s name. He couldn’t hear you from under his tail, but he could tell exactly what you were saying from the vibrations that ran through it. 

“That’s it, honey. Tell the world whose finger you’re wrapped around.” Silvio’s grin grew wider as he watched you weaken under his grasp. But he wasn’t done yet. He wanted to see you ravaged yet satisfied, exhausted yet glowing. Pulling out all the stops, he began by moving one hand back to your sensitive clit, rolling his fingertips over its wet and sensitive surface. You flung your head back as a scream rose from your throat, and you arched your back in his tail, using whatever strength you have left to grind along his fingers. Then, while you were unaware, the rattle of his tail sneaked through the opening of your shirt, vibrating over your throat, collarbone, and stopping in the valley between your breasts. Then, he started to vigorously shake his rattle over your stiff nipples, causing you to arch back towards Silvio, and trapping his rattle between your breasts and the portion of his tail around your body. You shook uncontrollably as every nerve exploded with pleasure, as his tail muffled your cries of delight, his rattle quivered over your nipples, as your thighs and his tail became drenched in your juices, as his cocks stormed your swollen holes, and his fingers dug into your clit and cheeks. 

Just as he had hoped, you were quickly reduced to his little whimpering sub. But his confident facade was beginning to wear, and he was close to crumbling under the pressure as well. Silvio’s pace began to slow, and his thrusts started to come at random intervals. After one sloppy heave after another, Silvio pulled out slightly, leaving just the tips at your entrance. His chest sank and rose erratically as he tried to catch his breath, remaining in the position for a while. This time, you didn’t pay any mind to the long pause. You slumped in Silvio’s tail, exhausted, but satisfied. You got all you wanted from him and more, to the point where you even considered letting him go after you were finished. But your heart ached from under the intoxicating waves of pleasure, and you were starting to regret the thought of letting him go.

Your complex emotions quickly dissipated when you felt his cocks shoved inside your holes one more time. His tail crashed into your soaked opening and thighs, and you felt an eruption of cum spread inside your holes, which began to drip from your openings. Another wave of pleasure pulsated through your body, and you screamed in time with Silvio’s cursing. After the wave subsided, you slumped back into this tail, your nerves forcing you to unconsciously grind against his tail as you rode out your orgasm. Being so thoroughly exhausted, you were close to passing out on the spot until you felt a sharp jolt run through your abdomen. 

“Fuck… I haven’t felt like this in a long damn time. You oughta give up your bounty huntin’ business, ‘cus I think you’re the one for me, darlin’,'' Silvio tried to make out in between his deep breaths. In his fatigue, he dropped his tail from your mouth, which was dripping with your saliva. You considered his proposal for a split second, but upon mentioning your occupation, you remembered your objective.

“N-no way… In hell,” you spat out as you also tried to catch your breath. “No matter what, I will kill you.”

Silvio laughed lazily in response. “Well, you’re gonna hafta wait a bit. You’re in my knot, and it takes a while for the barbs to flatten.”

“Barbs?” you repeated, suddenly making sense of the sharp sensation in your holes.

“Yup. I’m sure you’re feelin’ them by now. Sharp little buggers, they are. Honestly, it’s why I don’t like stuffin’ the same hole. I love how tight you humans are, and I love fillin’ y’all with cum, but man do I hate feelin’ my own barbs,” 

“You little bast—aaahhhhhh,” just as you were about to curse him, you were cut off by another eruption of cum spreading through your holes. Though you were shocked by the initial appearance of the barbs, you quickly got used to the sensation, and even found it enjoyable. But you had to acknowledge that the fun was over, and you had to get back to business. “Th-then, how long do these things last?”

“Mmm… I dunno. An hour or two at least,” Silvio said as he began to yawn, and moved his hands from your ass and clit to stretch one above his head, while the other that glistened with your fluids moved to cover his mouth. Then, he began to slink his long forked tongue over his fingers, savouring your juices. “Fuck, you taste good. Maybe next time you’ll give me a full-course meal.”

“How many times do I have to say it, there won’t be a next ti—ah, ahhhhh,” once again, you were cut off by another wave of cum. You were starting to wonder if he was doing this on purpose. But Silvio just grinned and returned his hands to your thighs, gently tracing circles on your skin with his thumbs.

“Well, in any case it’s going to be a long while before we’re outta this rut, so I suggest ya get comfy. We’re both tired, the sun is about to rise, and between you and me,” Silvio cut himself off with another large yawn. “I think we would be better off sleepin’ tonight off, then resuming our little chase when we’re rested up. Whaddya think, darlin’?”

“Do you seriously expect me to sleep when I’m wrapped up in your tail and have barbs stuck in my—f-fuck!”

“It’s not that bad, is it? After all, you seemed to have really enjoyed getting fucked in it. And if ya want, I could use my rattle to lull you to sleep.”

“The last thing I want is to hear anything from you!”

“Oh well, can’t say I didn’t try. G’night, darlin’!”

“Wh-what?! Wait, at least let me go, you bastard! I know you’re not sleeping! Let me gooooo!!”

You desperately pleaded, but even if Silvio had uncoiled his tail, you were still stuck on his cocks. A cheeky smile played on his lips as he drifted to sleep, and you couldn’t help but notice that he looked painstakingly serene under the stark moonlight. He was a charming devil when you saw him up close, and after having spent an intimate night with him, you couldn’t even bear to pull the trigger. A chuckle rose from your lungs at your own sentimental nonsense. Six years of pursuit going down the drain just because you had amazing sex.

No. 

You couldn’t let him get away from you just yet. 

He was a dangerous criminal, and you promised the townspeople that you would kill him. And you always follow through on your promises. But at this moment, fatigue wore heavy on your body, and you could barely keep your eyes open.

Just a couple of hours should be enough. In a couple of hours, his barbs will flatten, you’ll wake up before Silvio, and after he unravels his tail, you’ll grab your gun and pull the trigger. Yes, that sounds like a solid plan. But until then, some rest wouldn’t hurt, would it?

Your eyes fluttered open, and you were first met with the harsh rays of the sun. You slowly picked yourself up from the wooden floor of the storehouse, both hands reaching up to feel the blanket around your shoulders, while your thighs twitched uncontrollably. When you removed the blanket - which you realize that you’ve never seen before - you were shocked to see your nude lower body along with white dried flakes that covered your thighs and floor. You were about to panic until you recalled what happened the night before - or more realistically, what happened just only a couple of hours ago. The excruciating and wild chase, the excitement that your dream was about to come true, the mind blowing sex, the slight pain of letting him go, the sight of his face sleeping serenely in the moonlight. Then, you noticed your bottoms neatly folded next to a barrel, with your revolver and a scrap of paper sitting on top. You rushed to your items, ignoring the pain in your abdomen as you hastily dressed yourself. At first you barely registered the scrap paper, but curiosity got the better of you when you saw it next to your feet. You picked it up and read the oddly neat writing.  

Thanks for keeping me company last night.

Hope we get the chance to meet again.

Yours truly, 

“Sandstorm” Silvio 

You were livid, enraged, furious! How could you be so careless to let him tempt you like that when your gun was right between his eyes? You immediately tore up the scrap paper and got to your feet, rushing out of the storehouse. The tingling in your abdomen and thighs hindered your speed, and the townspeople tried to stop you as you rushed to locate your horse, but you couldn’t bear them any attention, nor could you explain your failure. You fled the town the moment you took to your horse, leaving behind a crowd of dazed and confused townspeople. You realized this was an impulsive decision. You have no trail, no hint, absolutely nothing to guide you in his direction. But there was one thing you did know.

The chase was still on. You two will meet again. 

And when you do—

You will kill him.

[rokishimizu4]

Lex Luther hires Superman to be his bodyguard

(Yes, you read the title right! I hate Lex, but I hate Joker more and making Lex suffer is my comfort) TW: Violence, death, and implied smut

Surprisingly it has been days since the incident between Green Lantern, and Red Robin, and the copper spider (Which no one has no idea how it disappeared so fast), and Clark Kent was settling back into his role as being a paid journalist for the Daily Planet, when Lois Lane rushes into his cubicle.

She tries to keep her voice down, but he didn’t need his super hearing to hear how excited she was, as she tells him that Lex just held a private conferences (With a few journalists like Lois Lane, cause she’s a favorite of Superman, being allowed in) asking for Superman’s help yesterday!

Which was the day that Clark was off Earth with Green Lantern, searching for what the message meant, and he felt somewhat bad for missing it.

However, before he could, politely, share in Lois’s joy, their boss calls her back into his office for a quick meeting. Clark easily eavesdrops on the conversation and learns that Lois would be allowed to write the article, but from a professional standpoint only.

He spends the next 8 hours trying to pay attention to his own work, but hearing his wife, Lois, mumble happily to herself, and praising him like a good boy, makes it 10x times more difficult.

By the time he and Lois are finished with the day, they both sneak for a quicky back at their apartment before returning, and Clark lets her leave first so he can ‘catch up’ on his unfinished work.

He joins her a few hours later, letting her have her, deserved, spotlight and professional interview for the full article, as Superman and joins Lex in private.

But Clark’s good mood soon turns into fear, for both Lex, the goop child?, and whoever else was trapped in this situation as he learns that Luther donated money, billions, to an organization that was researching alien life on different planets and in different Solar systems.

Luther originally thought that he could use the organization to further his plans to finally bring Superman down, and giving them his Kryptonite (not all mind you, but enough) to boost the research.

Only to get a small message from one of his scientists, that he put in to keep an eye on the organization, that the research was not what he originally thought it was for.

”The next day, my scientist was found dead in a sewer drain, completely eaten by rats.” Luther finishes as he pushes an evidence bag over his desk to Superman, containing an ID for a Jane Smith, with Lex Corp stamped proudly in the background.

“This is all they found that identifies her as one of mine.”

Superman swallows down the bile threatening to come up, as he notices how blood soaked the ID tag was.

”I’ve tried everything, but there no information about the organization and I believe that someone hired something to kill me and my personal staff that knew some about the organization.”

”Please, I know we have had our differences, but I don’t want to die like a pig to the slaughter.”

It takes less than an hour for a safe house to be set up for Lex Luther and his personal staff somewhere out of the US, and even less time to realize that the US government knew nothing about the organization, or whoever did know to become a missing person.

[green-eyedfirework]

Slade isn’t expecting visitors today, so he’s annoyed that the sound of footsteps interrupts his book.  The curtains are drawn wide to let in the sunlight, and he doesn’t bother getting off the chair.  As one of Talia’s best gladiators, he can get away with a lot more than anyone else.  He’s earned enough to buy his freedom ten times over, and Talia knows that the only reason he’s here is because he wants to be here.

It’s in her best interests to keep him sweet.  A lesson Ra’s never learned.

“Slade,” she calls out before she fully steps into view, wearing a low-cut dress typical of high class fashion and yet bristling with knives, “I’ve brought a gift.”

“I wasn’t aware I was expecting one,” Slade says, still in his seat.  There are two guards with her in addition to her personal shadow, and they’re holding someone upright between them.

“This was one a long time in waiting,” Talia smiles, and beckons the guards forward.  It takes a long time to recognize the stumbling figure between them—clad in the typical revealing silks of a bedslave, bandages wound around their torso and half across their face, ruffling dark hair.  Their head is bowed, golden cuffs around their wrists, but it isn’t until Slade spots the blue brooch clipping the silks to the unassuming black collar that he realizes who this is.

Nightwing.  Richard Grayson.  Up until recently, one of the Arena’s favorite gladiators.  And the man that killed Slade’s son.

He doesn’t realize he’s on his feet until Talia’s smile widens.  He ignores her, and stares at Grayson.  The man is gaunt where he was once gleaming, a golden young gladiator now gray and exhausted and faintly trembling.  The outline of his collarbones is starkly visible, as are the dark shadows around his visible eye.  Grayson lifts his head to meet Slade’s gaze, expression cool and blank, and there’s no fire in that startlingly blue eye.

He looks like someone walking to their executioner.

“And what’s the gift?” Slade asks sharply.  He heard of Grayson’s loss weeks ago, a startling upset with one of Talia’s young gladiators, and the Arena had voted to spare him.  He assumed that Talia would’ve used Grayson in one of the games she was always playing to catch Lord Wayne’s attention, not bring him here.

To the first person in the country who wanted to tear him apart.

Talia smiles, and gestures to Grayson.  There’s a flicker of something in Grayson’s eye that fades to blankness.  It isn’t quite resignation or quiet placidity.  It’s a mask, and Slade’s itching to tear it off his face.

“He’s yours,” she says.  For what?  For a night, a day, a week, a fuck, a beating, a—“to do with whatever you wish.  Keep him or kill him, I do not care.  His fate is yours.”

Slade blinks.  This time, the fracture across Grayson’s mask spreads wider before it’s suppressed.  Before Slade can fully understand what’s going on, his cell door is opened and Grayson is none-too-gently shoved inside.

“Have fun,” Talia laughs, smirking at Grayson before she walks away, “Goodbye, Richard.”

Grayson doesn’t say a word.  Soon, the guards and Talia are beyond hearing, and the heavy weight of the silence is the only thing there.  Silence, and Slade staring at the single person he’s wanted to tear apart for years.

He takes a step forward.  Grayson presses back against the bars, clearly trembling now, expression fighting to be blank but panic too hard to fully conceal.  He’s trapped in a corner and there’s nowhere to go and Slade stalks forward with all the time in the world.

“Nothing to say?” Slade asks, because he’s been waiting for this moment for so long, stoking the fires of his vengeance year after year, waiting for Wayne to finally buckle and schedule a fight between them, and in his dreams, Nightwing turns to Icarus, the boy that flew too close to the sun.  And Nightwing dies, red spilling across the sands.

Now it looks like the wax wings burned on the way off but didn’t manage to take him with it, and Grayson’s thinner than he usually is, lost muscle and new scars and no matter how fiercely he tries to manage his expression, there’s a brightness he can’t quite mimic.

“Is there anything to say?” Grayson asks, voice hoarse, “You’re going to kill me.  I don’t have a speech for pretty last words.”  Defiant but weary.

This is a pale imitation of the golden, gleaming young gladiator that raised bloody dual swords to the roar of an Arena, triumphant over his son’s corpse, and frustration abruptly washes over Slade.

“Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” Slade growls, and he’s close enough to wrap a hand around Grayson’s throat and yank him away from the bars.  “Do you really think that I’ve been dreaming of killing you for years only to give you the mercy of a quick death?”

Grayson does attempt to defend himself, long-ingrained fighting instincts unable to let him truly surrender, no matter how much resignation he feigns, but Slade flings him at the floor to avoid the retaliatory swipe.

That Grayson falls is the first surprise.  The man has preternatural grace.  Slade quickly calculates that the bandages across his right eye are the culprit, as are whatever injuries he’s hiding, but the thought is pushed aside when Grayson hits the ground.

Because he screams, actually, open-mouthed, screams, voice cracking in a way that indicates precisely why it’s so hoarse, and immediately rolls over to curl up on his side, gasping and shaking and nearly clawing at the floor.

That isn’t a minor injury.  That is—

Slade’s not an idiot, not a mindless brute tearing people apart because he knows nothing else, no matter how much the impression suits him.  He used to be in the military, used to command, used to strategize, and he’s spent years watching lords and ladies play their games.

It’s a fact that Grayson displeased Talia in some way, she would’ve given him back to Wayne otherwise.  Dropping him in Slade’s lap means Grayson’s only coming out of the cell as a bloody ruin.  So Talia got her money’s worth, sold Grayson to everyone that’s wanted a piece of the charming young gladiator, until—until someone damaged him so badly that Talia wouldn’t even try putting him back together.

Slade grabs that ridiculous brooch and uses it to lift Grayson off the floor.  Grayson’s struggles are weak, and they cut out with a choked sound when Slade drops him on the bed.  Slade finds the nearest knife.

Grayson sees the light glinting off the blade, reflected in his too-wide blue eye, and squeezes that eye shut.  Stops breathing too.

Slade carefully slides the knife under the bandages and slices them all free.

The outer layer comes unwrapped easily, the cloth wrapped around Grayson’s head to keep it in place.  The second layer is more packed together, but comes undone with a few more cuts.  It’s the third layer that’s plastered to Grayson’s skin, and Grayson starts making those quiet sounds again, as if he’s trying not to shout.

It comes off, tugging at every inch of Grayson’s skin, to reveal a brilliantly red slash extending from just below Grayson’s right cheekbone to disappear into his hairline.  In its path lies an empty eye socket.

One visible blue eye stares at him, glimmering and wide.

When Slade places the knife right under it, he gets the first true glimpse of terror.

~#~

Grayson is sitting on the edge of the bed by the time Slade steps through the curtain, a book in one hand but clearly alert.  Aware of how long gladiatorial training takes, aware that Slade is back too soon, wary and—

His entire face brightens when their visitor steps past Slade.  Any thought Slade had of keeping himself between the two is thrown out the window when Grayson pushes himself upright and nearly throws himself at Hood with a cry of “Jaybird!”

Hood catches him and clutches him close, spilling a long string of half-choked apologies, and now Slade’s curiosity is burning.  Hood is murmuring “sorry,” over and over and over again, and Grayson is shushing him, and there’s a familiarity there that Slade hadn’t expected.  Sure, he knows that Hood was trained alongside Grayson, before he went out to a match he wasn’t prepared for and became Talia’s, but Hood’s bitterness for his former master and all Wayne’s gladiators is fairly well known.

Until now.

“It’s okay,” Grayson finally says loudly, squeezing Hood tightly in a hug, “It’s okay, Jay, it’s not your fault, and I’m fine, I’m okay.”

Well, that was a lie.  Hood clearly knows it as well because he disentangles enough to look Grayson in the face—and blanches.  “What happened?” he says quietly, cupping the side of Grayson’s face that’s still bandaged, “Your face—your eye—” Quick as a flash, Hood turns on Slade with a snarl, “What did you do to him, you bastard—”

“Jason, stop!” Grayson gets between them, his back to Slade, holding Hood’s shoulders, “Slade didn’t do anything to me, calm down.”

The light in Hood’s eyes is a little less manic when his gaze drops to Grayson.  “If it wasn’t him, then who?” Hood snaps.  Grayson doesn’t immediately answer.  “Dick.”

Slade crosses his arms and waits.  Grayson didn’t tell him the full story, but it’s easy—“Sionis,” Grayson exhales.

Enough to guess.

Hood’s face runs a full gamut of emotions in half a minute.  “Talia’s blacklisted Roman,” Hood says slowly, “That because of you?”

Grayson makes a weak smile and shrugs, “Difficult to do business with a man that insists on destroying your things.”

“Fucking hell, Dick,” Hood curses roundly, “Why the fuck—you can’t—stop trying to save me!”

The last one comes out as a shout, and far too loud.  Grayson’s pressed his lips in a thin line, Hood’s eyes are flickering, and the silence is heavy and tense.

Both of them flick a glance towards Slade.  “Don’t stop on my account,” he says mildly, “This is the most entertainment I’ve gotten all month.”

“Can we get a moment?” Hood asks, on the verge of rudeness.

“You paid for a visit,” Slade points out, “Not privacy.”

Grayson steps smoothly in front before Hood can retort, and asks quietly, “Can we purchase privacy then?”

Slade flicks a glance at Hood, who’s nearly vibrating in place, and Grayson, tense and desperate, and the way their hands are locked together, firm and tight.  He pushes off the wall and heads for the curtain, “Fine.”

“How much?” Hood calls out.

Slade smirks before he lets the curtain close behind him, “You get to find out.”

He ends up waiting outside the cell, absently sharpening a knife, hearing a low murmur too quiet to make out distinct words.  At one point, Hood’s voice rises into a tirade about Grayson’s intelligence and common sense, but it’s quickly hushed.  It’s close to the half hour when Hood comes stomping out.

“Well?” Hood crosses his arms, “What’s the price?”

Slade arches an eyebrow, “You’re not the one who has to pay.”

For a moment, he thinks Hood’s going to punch him.  The younger gladiator squeezes his hands into fists and his glare is vicious enough to set something on fire.  “If you hurt him—”

“What, Hood?” Slade cuts him off, “What will you do?  You can’t stop me, and Talia won’t stop me, so explain to me how exactly you propose to protect him?”  Hood is vibrating in place, a murderous statue.  “If you threaten me again, I won’t be so obliging to the next deal you want to make.”

The paleness is from fury and fear both, and Hood keeps his mouth shut as he roughly stomps past Slade.  Slade watches him go until his footsteps stop sounding, and then heads back inside.

Grayson is waiting for him, again sitting on the bed, hands crossed in his lap, gaze fixed on Slade.  “What is the price?” he asks quietly.  Evenly, for all that he’s tense and clearly scared.

“Answer some questions,” Slade says, taking the chair, “Honestly.”

Grayson looks suspicious.  “What questions?”

“What did Hood mean when he told you to stop trying to save him?”

Grayson purses his lips but deflates, leaning back, clearly resigned.  “It’s not really a secret,” he sighs, “I threw the match.”

It takes a second for Slade to comprehend.  “You threw it,” he repeats, “You threw the match.”

Grayson shoots him a half-irritated look, “I wasn’t going to kill Jay.”  Something crosses over his face, a flicker of the death that still hangs between them, the dead boy that Slade wants to avenge.  “And I—I knew they wouldn’t vote for my death,” Grayson says quietly, “Jay—I couldn’t take that risk.”

On the surface of it, it makes sense—Grayson’s made a name for himself, been pretty and charming at every sponsor that flits his way, there’s no way they’d let him die without extracting their pound of flesh.

“And Sionis?” Slade asks.

At this, Grayson’s face twists.  His gaze drops, and Slade doesn’t know if he’s doing it consciously, but his hair drifts over the bandages, as if to conceal it.  “Sionis—has his preferences.”

“And Talia whores out the gladiators that aren’t doing well.”

Grayson’s expression twists further.  “Unless she had reason to doubt his self-restraint,” he says quietly, and Slade can see it.  Can see Grayson provoking Sionis until the man lashed out with a wound too egregious to ignore.  Lashings, brutality, blood and pain?  Fine, when it could all be concealed under shifting silks, and everyone wanted scars on a gladiator.

But a missing eye on one of the Arena’s prettiest warriors?  No, even Talia al Ghul, with all her animosity, couldn’t ignore that that was a step too far.

“Regardless of whether or not it worked, you had to know she would kill you for it,” Slade says.

Grayson doesn’t look him in the eye when he responds, “Talia was clear on my eventual fate from the very first day.”

Slade blinks.  With that interesting piece of information, Grayson shifts up the bed, until he can lean against the wall, and cracks open his book.  He doesn’t say anything else.

[scoutswritingcorner]

Cowboy Romance

Striker x GN!Reader

TW: Fighting, NSFW at the end. 

A/N: I love me a cowboy- especially an evil cowboy..LOVE IT. So let me say- cowboy enemies to lovers? 

-☠️ Striker doesn’t believe in love- he thinks it’s a weakness and a weakness anyone can exploit. 

-☠️So when he sees you, oh god he immediately wants to take you out of the picture. He has a whole plan and back up plan. This man hates you so much.

-☠️ So whenever you keep evading his attacks or just ignoring him it pisses him off even more. Don’t you get it? He hates you so you should hate him.

-☠️ While you- you maybe a farm hand or just another assassin that’s looking for some kinda work or just visiting the Wrath ring! You’ve seen him around and you don’t give a shit about him or you do but you're keeping it hush hush.

-☠️Either way the constant run ins with this crazy man are enough to piss you off to the point where you fight back! Setting up a trap or two, staying up at night cause he’s a sneaky bastard and possibly getting a hit on him, he’s not invincible but he’s strong. So good luck.

-☠️ All in all- this ends up with a lot of sexual tension and then later that evening when your patching yourself up you realize you have a crush on the sneaky bastard. But when he realizes that he caught feelings? Oh boy his anger ramps up to 100% and he’s about to fucking snap. He can’t be having a moment of weakness!

-☠️ And one faithful evening he comes to kill you off for good but it goes sideways and now you both are making out. 

His gloved hands slammed you down onto the ground as he crawled on top of you, never breaking the kiss that has you both breathless and grasping at each other. Your fist balling up his shirt as his tongue easily evades your mouth asserting his dominance over the situation but by how his hands keep touching you tell you how desperately he needed you close to him. “This doesn't mean shit.” He hissed out as he pulled away from the kiss, his tail whipping around behind him. “Uh huh, sure thing cowboy.” You replied, staring up into his yellow eyes, noses brushing together as neither of you made a move to get away. But how he pressed his lips onto yours in a much more gentle manner told you otherwise.

-☠️ So when y’all are in a relationship after months of him breaking into your house or where ever you were staying to make out with you. He’s much sweeter, still kinda rough around the edges but you only get to see the softer side of him.

-☠️ He strikes me as a man who loves it when you rub his back as you both are laying down. Or when you take his hat off of his head to cover up the fact you are kissing.

-☠️ He lets you ride Bombproof with him, and if you don’t know how to ride a horse, he’s teaching you. Like the whole nine yards, don’t worry he’s right beside you guiding the horse around like the true cowboy gentleman he is.

-☠️ He’s constantly busy but he tries to make time for you and on special occasions say date night, birthday, anniversary, etc and he can’t make it because of work? He’s sending you a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a promise of being home as soon as he can.

You huffed watching the clock tick silently, Striker was out doing Satan knows what and you were stuck in a safer place than he was, your phone buzzed alive with texts but not from him. He always called on a burner phone or didn’t call at all. As the clock struck midnight you frowned, he had officially missed your date but you knew his job so you couldn’t hold it against him. A loud knock shook you out of your pity party causing you to rush over and open the door, a random imp holding the large vase of your favorite flowers. Taking it from the imp you quickly say ‘thank you’ before closing the door to put the vase of flowers on the table. A note hidden in the flowers catch your attention, you quickly open it and read it as a smile graces your lips,

‘Sorry for the late bouquet, Darlin. I’ve been busy as you know but I wanted to make it up to you since I can’t be there but I promise as soon as I’m finished here I’ll be heading your way to actually make up for it. With love, yours truly ~S’

-☠️He likes to have a hand on you all the time, his tail curls around your leg or your tail if you have one. If you’re out on the road with him and Bombproof, he’s letting you cuddle up to him the whole time.

-☠️ He loves singing to you and about you all the time. Some folks who have been his targets have heard him singing about his little ‘Desert Flower’ before meeting their untimely demise.

-☠️ He loves showing off for you and showing how tough he is. He’s like a little peacock, please give him some kisses so he can stop flexing for you.

-☠️ Won’t let you touch his weapons. Not because he doesn’t trust you with them but they are super fucking dangerous and he wants to protect you. Speaking of protecting you- this man is super fucking protective and will not hesitate to either put a bullet in someone or break their bones for putting you in harms way.

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-☠️ Most of the time you both are making out, it turns into ripping your clothes off one another and fucking like wild animals.

-☠️ He’s a dom for sure. Like you can try be somehow always wrangles you to the ground so he has more control over how he fucks you.

-☠️ Has a thing for being called ‘Sir’. No, I will not apologize. 

-☠️ His favorite position is either missionary, cowgirl or you sitting on his lap. He just likes to watch your face as he pleasures you. 

-☠️ Grab his horns if he’s going down on you, he loves it so much. Also wear his hat, if you know you know. Honestly wearing any of his clothes usually does the trick.

-☠️ He can be gentle and will be gentle if you want him to be but he likes it rough. Especially when it starts off gentle and slow then escalates to everything being rough.

[roachsideblog]

Goretober Day 16: Crying

Thanks @nonsenseafterdark for the list!

TWs: None, surprisingly.

Ghost finds Roach in a compromised emotional state. He empathizes.

Words: 681

Pairing: GhostRoach

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Ocean wind blew in from the rocky coast, thick with the stench of brine and seaweed, carrying sand that abraded everything in sight. It eroded the little town west of Manchester Ghost and Roach mistakenly chose to spend their leave visiting. Not a surface in sight was free from its weathering touch: statues found their details eaten by time, cement walls and walkways chewed up into crumbling aggregate, even Roach’s cheeks wore red from its force. And Ghost knew it wasn’t sunburn. No, not lick of sunshine came all week. Judging by the anvil cloud looming over the Irish Sea, the second week wouldn’t be any better.

Ghost sat up in his king bed of their hotel room. Indulging in a little voyeurism he watched his Sergeant outside drape over the balcony. Roach’s bed, furthest from the sliding glass door, lay messy after he’d been tossing and turning all night. Some selfish part of Ghost wondered if he’d sleep better if they shared the bed. If Ghost could hold him. Cuddle and coddle him.

Weary, the Lieutenant rubbed his face, stubble catching his calloused hands. He needed a glass of water to wash the taste of sleep from his mouth. Roach might appreciate one, too. With two paper cups now full of lukewarm tap water, since their overpriced room had no mini-fridge and the ice machine was broken, he stepped outside to join his sulking friend.

Roach jumped but said nothing.

Ghost set a cup on the rail beside him, fingers hovering to ensure it wouldn’t blow over, and sipped his own. He waited to be addressed, gut instinct whispering that some situations don’t require words to resolve.

Roach hugged himself. He shuttered in the dropping autumn temperatures—scratch that; his shoulders shook and his chest heaved breaths that smoked out into the abyss. They rose and dissipated as if they never existed. Meanwhile, very real tears dripped from his scruffy chin towards the streetlights below.

Ghost thought it started raining at first. He’d never known Roach to cry.

“Fuck,” his Sergeant whispered. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Wasn’t sleeping well, anyway. Too quiet.”

Roach let out a single half-hearted laugh. He sniffed viscous snot back up his nose as he said, “That’s the whole reason you suggested we get out here.”

“I can’t think of the right expression. Only thing coming to mind is ‘don’t meet your heroes,’ if that makes any sense.”

He hummed. “You’re tired. Go back to bed.”

“Seems like you need some company.”

“I don’t want you to see me like this.”

Ghost sighed, waffling his arm before deciding to rest a hand on Roach’s shoulder. “Drink some water then come back to bed with me. We’ll turn off the lamp and I won’t be able to.”

“I can’t. I’ve been having nightmares,” Roach confided. He made no effort to shrug off the comfort. “What if Shepherd actually killed us? What if Price hadn’t warned us in time? We were about to march right into his bloody trap. What if I watched him put a bullet through your head? Simon, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.”

Ghost was no stranger to nightmares. To preemptive grief brought on by what-ifs. He had no advice because if he knew how to fix it they wouldn’t be waking him up on vacation, only to find his Sergeant up and dealing with the same issue.

He slid his hand flat across Roach’s back until his arm stretched around the man, pulling him close. “I’ve got you. I’m here. It didn’t happen.”

“It was so close! Who knows what would’ve happened, I mean—!”

Ghost cut him off with a kiss. When Roach reciprocated, turning to rest a hand on Ghost’s peck, the Lieutenant moved his hand to the back of Roach’s neck. It was sweet. All lips and no tongue. Spurred on by love rather than lust.

“I said I’ve got you,” Ghost repeated. “I’m here with you, right now, and we’re both alive. Let’s make the most of it, yeah? Come in to bed and let me hold you.”

[meggletoomanyfandoms]

Run, little rabbit..

(Photo's not mine!)

Human! Alastor x Fem!Reader

18+ ONLY!!

Summary- You ran through the forest, away from the man you thought you once knew. He was a monster, you'd realized, and you were a silly little rabbit caught in his trap.

Word Count- 2,187

Trigger Warnings- Some dubcon, Being chased, Alastor is a warning himself, Choking, Blood, mentions of killing, NSFW, fear, mentions of a weapon

AN- This one is.. A lil' different then some of the other stuff I've written but I do quite like how it turned out! I might write a part 2 to this one maybe but I haven't made up my mind yet!

Running. Right, that's what you were doing. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you through the forest that was only lit up by the bright moonlight above you. Your legs hurt, they screamed at you to ‘please just stop’ but you couldn’t. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eye of who you once thought to be a brilliant, charismatic man. But you learned quickly that that was a facade. A show he put on for those around him so they wouldn't be able to catch wind of his true intentions. Intentions which you now understood were deadly. 

And so that’s how you found yourself here. You got too close, despite the fact that your friends had warned you about him. Too close, and being so close to a monster such as him you would most assuredly get hurt. But you’d decided before that you didn’t care; you’d had your heart broken before so what would it matter now? But no, you misunderstood them when they said you’d get hurt. They most definitely meant in a physical sense. 

You could feel the bastard closing in on you now. You could hear his footsteps behind you, slowly advancing. Your heart was racing and you decided as a last ditch effort to hide behind a tall tree in the hopes that the man- the killer- would lose your trail and keep walking. But your hopes were immediately diminished when you heard his footsteps come to halt on the other side of the tree. 

“Dearest,” he called out, “Shall we stop playing these games now?” 

“Why can’t you just leave me be, you sick freak!?” You called out, back against the tree and your nails digging into the wood as if it would somehow save you from what you now knew was going to be your demise. Behind you, the man chuckled. 

“Now now,” he said, “I’ve dirtied my hands for you on more than one occasion, what makes you think I’ll just leave and be on my way?” 

You thought back to a few weeks ago when you found out your boss had been found dead in his home, his death unexplainable. He was an awful, awful man but you knew he didn’t deserve the fate he was dealt. And then, only a few nights ago, an ex-friend of yours who’d tried to turn you into the cops for dealing in the illegal sale of alcohol, found the same fate. Dead in her home, her murder almost exactly the same as the one your boss experienced. And when you put all the pieces together and learned just who had committed these crimes- you sought to escape the moment you were able and now, now you're here. Assuredly about to meet the same fate as the other two at the hands of the same man that killed them. 

“Alastor,” you called out, “Please. If you’ll just leave me alone and let me go then, then I promise I’ll-” you heard the branches and dead leaves crack under his footsteps as he took a step closer and he chuckled. 

“Mon cher, do you really think that I’m going to kill you like those others?” he put his hands on the tree trunk before him, knowing you were on the other side and scared out of your mind. And God, that fear only proved to turn him on more and make him crave you, “That is the very last thought on my mind. Do I want to see you suffer? Watch you struggle? Dearest, you have absolutely no idea what you do to me, do you~?” 

“I don’t care! You’re a murderer! Alastor you.. You scare me!” you said to him. He was now grinning from ear to ear as he listened intently to what you had to say.

“Good,” he said, “I want you to be frightened. I want you to feel helpless and trapped; I want to get under your skin and make your heart race. That, my dearest, was truly my intention all along. Now, will you run again? Because this time if I catch you, and oh I most definitely will, I can’t promise you’ll get to leave this forest… Unscathed.” 

And with that, you took off. Finally now being able to at least breathe a little easier, you ran through the forest as fast as you could. You knew he would follow you and continue to come after you but you figured that if you were able to maybe make it to any sort of road, or maybe if you could find a house or literally anything, anything, to help you get away from that.. That monster! You would keep running as long as you possibly could.

“Oh, my little rabbit,” Alastor called out, not far behind you, “Oh how fun this is! I truly haven't had this much fun in ages!” You could tell from his voice that he was running out of breath, maybe this meant he was also slowing down? But when you turned your head to look back, and oh what a mistake that was, you could see he was now directly behind you. And with the reach of his arms, he caught you.

You both fell at the abrupt and sudden stop, Alastor’s ax falling to the ground beside the two of you. You put up a struggle though; fighting your best to get free but he was much stronger than you and it took him no time to have you pinned to the ground beneath him. He had each of your wrists pinned on either side of your head, his grip on them strong enough it was sure to leave bruises. 

“Bastard!” you screamed, wriggling beneath him as he straddled your waist. Your once fine clothes were now covered in mud and there were dead leaves in your hair, and somewhere along the way you'd lost one of your boots. Alastor, however, looked to be in the same pristine shape he always had, although his boots were now covered in mud. 

“What a chase you gave me, my little rabbit,” he said as he pinned your wrists above your head and held them now with only a single hand. He grabbed his ax and positioned it directly beneath your throat, “Will you stop squirming now and stop with the ceaseless screaming?” You barred your teeth at him as you felt the cool edge of the weapon against your throat. 

“Kill me then!” You spat at him, “Kill me now like you did the others!” He.. Laughed at you. A sick and twisted laugh that sent a chill up your spine.

“Didn’t I tell you already? I’m not going to kill you,” he pointed the edge of the ax a bit harder towards your throat, now drawing up just a tiny bit of blood that made him lick his lips, “I have.. Other plans for you, dearest.” You continued to fight the grip that he had on your wrists, trying everything you could think of to get free from him and ignoring the sharp pain that was now at your throat when you noticed.. This man on top of you had a hard on. 

“You’re a sick bastard!” you said, “A fucking sicko! That's exactly what you are!” you screamed at him.

“I never said I wasn’t,” he said to you, leaning down close to whisper in your ear, “although… I don't recall that having been a problem a few nights ago when I fucked you senseless. Shall we have a second take now?” 

“No!” you screamed, “If I had known then what you are.. I’d have never slept with you! Not in a million years!” He raised his head back up, laying the ax back down next to the two of you and tightened the grip he had on your wrists. With his now free hand, he placed it on your chest where he could feel your heart racing beneath your skin.

“My little rabbit, how your heart races..” he said, “Tell me, are you frightened?” You could feel tears beginning to swell up in the corners of your eyes, despite your best efforts to fight them off and refused to answer his question. He noticed this and smirked, now grabbing your throat with that same hand, your blood coating his fingers as he did so. He squeezed lightly, causing you to gasp. 

“Wasn’t it just the other night that I held you this way?” he questioned, still squeezing, “And if I recall directly, you asked me to do so, didn’t you, mon cher? Begged me to choke this pretty little neck of yours so you could hardly take a breath. How does it feel now, knowing that you begged a serial killer to do that to you? And how easily I could have killed you right there if I wanted?” he laughed, “And if I remember correctly, you were absolutely soaked at the thrill.. Shall I have a look now to see if that pussy of yours is as drenched as it was then?”

“F-Fuck.. You..” you managed to gasp out as he continued to squeeze your neck. He let go, still grinning as you coughed. Although what he said was true and you did ask him to do that to you, that was.. Before.. Before all of this! When you thought he was someone different, a kind and charismatic man who-! 

The feeling of a cold hand cupping your core puts an immediate stop to your thoughts. Your body jolted at the new feeling, going completely still. Alastor laughed- not chuckled, like he did before, but laughed like.. A madman.

“Naughty, naughty, little rabbit,” he said, “You’re even wetter now then you were then! That pussy of yours is absolutely soaking..” He brought his hand up and licked your juices off of his fingers. You turned your head so as not to look at him; you couldn’t do it anymore. Your body betrayed you, and though you’d never in a million years actually say it.. You were turned on. You were scared out of your mind but.. The thrill of this, of all of this, just did something to your body that you couldn't ignore. 

“It means nothing!” you screamed at him as the tears fell down your cheeks, “And.. You mean nothing! Absolutely nothing to me!” 

Alastor narrowed his gaze down at you, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Oh my little rabbit, the things you do to me..” And he leaned down and kissed you. Your eyes widened at the shock of feeling his lips pressed against yours, the grip he had on your wrists unwavering, but the softness of his kiss surprised you. When he pulled away, he spoke once again.

“Why did you run?” he asked, “Did you truly think I was going to kill you? After all the things I did for you, and the positions I put myself in for you? You really, truly thought I planned to murder you?” You were surprised when you saw what you thought to be.. Hurt, in his eyes. 

“Why wouldn’t you? You killed those close to me so it’s only right that I be next-”

“Close to you?” he questioned, squeezing your wrists harder, “I killed those awful bastards that hurt you. That treated you like garbage; I helped you.” Was he right? All along you thought he had just been murdering the ones who were close to you, one by one until he finally got to you. 

“Then why.. Why chase me like this? Why not just explain?” 

“Didn’t I tell you, little rabbit, what your fear does to me? That I want you to be frightened. I want to watch you struggle and suffer, but only under my hands. I want to hurt you and make you scream.. But if anyone else did that or even so much as tried to, then they, too, would feel the edge of my blade.” You were stunned silent at his words, at what he had just admitted to you. How were you supposed to feel about this? It’s true that you were scared of him, but you were also (and evidently so) turned on by.. This. 

“That doesn’t make you any less of a monster,” you said to him, “But maybe that means I am just as messed up in the head if I actually believe what you’re saying.”

“Then tell me, my dear, shall I take you home then where I can fuck you senseless?” he asked as he put his hand on your cheek, “Or..” he continued, moving his hand back down to your bloodied throat and lightly squeezing, “Shall I fuck you right here? Does the thought of being forced to take my cock in the middle of nowhere where nobody can hear your screams turn you on, dearest?” You went silent and stilled, not knowing how to respond to his.. Question. 

“Then, shall I choose for you?” his grin lit up as he squeezed your throat harder, “I’ll make you wish you had used your words, my little rabbit.”