#i PROMISE that the last 2 are different in lighting. i p

[mgdeerla]

@wulfums I was your secret santa!!! I love love love this little guy

[yuquinzel]

[ 2:18 AM ] — itoshi rin.

joining in on the clingy rin agenda with this :P

rin does not like disruptions to his carefully crafted schedule, specifically— his sleep schedule. he has to be in bed by 11 pm sharp and wake up at the first light of dawn for his morning jog. that's how he's always gone about his day, that's how he prefers everything to be— falling perfectly into a rhythmic routine.

but tonight is different, tonight it's almost past 2 am, long since he found himself cozy in the warmth of his blankets— and yet he lies wide awake, eyes heavy with drowsiness but not enough to close shut because itoshi rin can not sleep unless you're beside him.

he wants to blame his comforter for failing to keep him warm, but in truth he's aware that the cold pooling his sheets is only an extension from the emptiness of your side of the bed.

it looks barren, abandoned even.

it's not like you're not home, it's not like you had an argument that didn't end well and hence refuse to sleep next to him, it's not like some college assignment is keeping you awake late into the night. you're just busy watching reruns of your favourite series because it had your favourite actor and rin is too prideful to admit he's not used to falling asleep without you threading your fingers in his hair.

he told himself he can sleep just fine on an empty bed. and he believed it for about three hours.

now you find him hovering like a ghost by the end of the room, all wrapped in blankets as he's taking long and impatient strides over to where you're slumped on the couch.

“bed. now.” he says, almost a little desperate.

you spare him a glance, then back to your tv screen, “rin? why're you still awake?”

“it's cold. i'm cold. come back to bed.” you know his short and quick answers are just a reflection of how tired he truly is.

“you're cold?” you ask, and rin simply nods.

“just two more episodes rin, promise i'll come after that.” you say, eyes still set on the tv screen and rin eyes the way your eyes glimmer with awe when that actor shows up.

and then suddenly your vision is blocked, the fluorescent light from the tv casting white shadows across rin's large physique as he eclipses your view of the tv, “what's so great about him? you can watch these tomorrow, come back, i can't sleep without you.”

you're about to say what the hell rin step aside before the realisation hits, and his words replay in your mind. the gears in your head turn, an amused smile gracing your lips, “are you jealous of this actor?”

rin huffs, kneeling down so he's eye-to-eye with you, “i never said that. i said i can't sleep without you because your side of the bed is cold so it makes me cold.”

you laugh a little, and rin feels a sort of warmth tingle his skin, “but they won't air these old episodes tomorrow, and its only two more, give me like, half an hour?” you bargain, bringing a hand to cradle the side of his face, rin leaning in your warmth even more.

he ponders your words, grumbling something unintelligible as he gets up. you think he's about to leave, before he plops down next to you. adjusting himself on the couch with you with barely enough space to accommodate the both of you, rin manages to bury his face in your chest while you have to tightly wrap your arms around him to keep you from falling.

“we're gonna fall and it'll be your fault,” you breathe, and rin holds you even tighter at your words.

“no, it'll be your fault. you won't come to bed with me.”

“you're such a baby.” you laugh again, your chuckles reverberating through him with your closely pressed bodies, the comfort of it beginning to lull him to sleep like magic. he's a little grateful to the lack of space on the couch in exchange for the intimacy of this moment.

the last thing echoing in his mind before he dozes off is the sensation of your fingers running through his hair, with a light tug at times that relieves him of all his exhaustion.

sleeping on the couch is perhaps much better than the bed.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

for the first time pt 3

pairing(s): bf!jj maybank x gf!fem!virgin!reader , the pogues x fem!reader

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, nipple play, creampie, pet names, jj being a softy, aftercare, crying, kinda poorly written, friendly teasing

summary: 2 weeks after your last adventure, you decide that you are finally ready to go all the way.

authors note: sorry for the wait but its finally out! :)

part one | part two | part three

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“are you sure? like sure, sure?” jj asked, hands on your thighs as he stood between your legs while you sat on the edge of the bed.

you nodded and reassuringly smiled. “yes, j. i promise you.”

“baby, i need you to be like, for real about this. you already know it’s gonna be a little uncomfortable,” he explained.

“i know, jj. i’ve heard all about it,” you said. “i wanna do this. and i want to do it with you.”

he didn’t say anything else, just leaned forward to place his lips onto yours. your hands slid up to the back of his neck to toy with his soft blonde locs while his held a strong grip against your waist.

your lips molded together as he missed you deeply, using his hold on your skin to pull you closer to him. “go lay down,” he said, nodding towards the middle of the bed up by the headboard.

you scooted back on the mattress and laid down comfortably, fixing your hair to get it off your shoulders and from under you to keep it from pulling.

he crawled between your legs and leaned up to kiss your neck and suck on the soft skin there. his hands kneaded over your clothed chest while his hips ground into yours.

you let out of a soft moan at the different feelings you were getting, hands tangling in his hair while your legs wrapped around his waist to feel him closer. he kissed down lower towards the neckline of your shirt. “can we take this off, baby?” he asked breathily.

you nodded and leaned up to allow him to swiftly pull it over your arms and shoulders. he continued his attack on your skin but this time moving closer to your breasts. he left light hickeys just above the fabric of your bra to keep them hidden from when you went out in public.

he kissed down the center of your stomach and to your plaid pajama pants, tugging on the waist band of them and your underwear. “what about these?” he questioned with a tilt of his head. you hummed in approval and lifted your hips. he pulled both down in one languid motion.

his hands found their place just under the backs of your knees and pushed them up to give him full access. “fuck, sweet girl. such a pretty pussy,” he praised.

you felt your face heat up as he lowered your legs over his shoulder and settled on his stomach between your thighs like he’d done before. his thumb was circling your clit for a second before it was replaced. his mouth was on you almost immediately, gently licking up your slit and flicking your button with his tongue.

your mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as you moaned and gripped onto the sheets by your hips. “feels so good, j,” you panted out.

he took the sensitive bundle into his mouth and sucked gently, a finger prodding at your hole before slowly pushing in.

you whimpered and shut your eyes while tipping your head back and reaching down to grab onto your boyfriends hair. he sank another finger into your cunt, thrusting in and out a little quicker now.

he licked and sucked at your clit some more, pressing his fingers against that perfect spot inside you as he curled them and worked you closer to your climax.

“jj, ‘m so close. shit, ‘m so, so close,” you panted in exhaustion. your hands gripped onto his hair harder and pulled slightly, earning a moan from him. your hips bucked when you felt the vibration against your clit.

just before you could feel that amazing euphoric feeling he’d introduced you to, he removed his fingers from inside you and pulled his mouth off of you. “what the hell?” you whined breathlessly.

“i wanna feel you come around me, pretty girl.”

you felt a gush of wetness between your thighs, smiling and blushing at the same time at his words and the nickname you loved so much. he leaned up and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

he sat back on his haunches pulled his shirt over his head before pulling his sleep shorts down and onto the floor. “you sure you’re okay with this, babe?” he asked again to confirm.

“‘m sure, jj. i want this,” you replied confidently. “i want you.”

he smiled his usual bright grin and leaned down to place one more loving kiss to your lips.

“if it starts to hurt, you tell me. it starts to get uncomfortable, you tell me. if you decide you don’t want to, you tell me. and if you decide its not for you, you tell me. you gotta communicate with me on this one, alright baby? i need words,” he said firmly.

“i understand,” you affirmed. “i promise i will.”

he smiled. “good girl.” you leaned back and waited nervously as he stretched to the left side of the bed to grab a condom from the bedside table. he left a soft kiss against your lips as he came back.

“wait,” you blurted out.

his attention was back on you, worried he had done something or you’d changed your mind. “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

you nodded. “yeah, yeah i’m fine.” you took a long pause and looked around as his bright blue eyes bored into you. “i don’t wanna use a condom. i jus’ wanna feel you.”

he felt a rush drop to his stomach as he groaned. “trust me, sweetheart. i don’t wanna use one either but—“

“i have an iud, j. and if anything i’ll take plan b in the morning,” you reassured. “please?”

he took a deep breath. “fuck it.” he threw the gold package somewhere onto the floor before you felt his tip at your dripping cunt. “and the whole coming thing?”

“i wanna feel all of you,” you replied.

his eyes shut and he swallowed thickly. “you’re so hot, sweetheart.”

before he could go any further, your hands reached out in front of you to push lightly at his lower stomach. “jj, ‘m scared.”

he smiled and kissed your forehead. “there’s nothing to be scared about, sweetheart. i’ve got you. i promise i’ll make it more comfortable for you.” you nodded and moved your hands to rest on the sheets by your hips. “you ready?”

“yes,” you mumbled softly. “please go slow.”

his hands smoothed over your inner thighs, providing a sense of comfort for you. “i will, baby.”

he ran his tip through you slit, your hips jerking when he bumped your clit. once he gathered enough of your wetness, you felt the slightest pressure at your cunt.

then you felt him begin to push in.

you whimpered when his tip penetrated you, slipping inside and stretching you further than his fingers had. “oh, oh fuck,” you panted. “wait.”

he stilled, letting you get used to it before he was leaning his upper body over you in a plank. he left soft kisses over your neck. “you’re okay, baby. you’re doing good, so fuckin’ good.” his hand reached between the two of you to gently rub circles over your clit. “more?”

“mhm, more,” you confirmed. he bite and sucked lightly at your pulse point, moving over to your sweet spot when he pushed in slightly further.

your hands shot onto his back, nails digging into his skin at the foreign feeling of him being inside you. “fuck, sweet girl. feels so good,” he moaned against your skin. “takin’ me so well.”

you bite your lip hard, nails pressing into him further and signaling for him to wait for a second. “j, it hurts,” you mumbled.

“i know, sweetheart,” he cooed. “is it too much? we can always stop.”

you shook your head. “don’t wanna stop.”

you could feel his lips curl into a smile against your neck. “you okay if i just go all the way? get the hard part over with?”

you whimpered at the feeling against your clit, his thumb still rubbing circles over it. “mhm,” you hummed. “‘m okay.”

he grinned and kissed your lips passionately before kissing you gently to distract you before slowly thrusting what was left inside you. a choked sob slipped past your lips.

it hurt. it hurt to be stretched this much with something so big and thick. “you okay, angel? let me know if it hurts too bad and i can pull out some.”

“fuck. fuck it hurts,” you whimpered out. “‘s just so big.”

his thumb rubbed quicker against your clit, lips working over your sweet spot again. he began to kiss down to your chest to pull one of the cups of your bra down, taking your nipple into his mouth. he sucked on it before smoothing it over with his tongue then moving on to do the same thing to the other one. “shit, sweetheart. pretty little cunt is squeezin’ me so good.”

you moaned at his raspy voice, the feeling of being stretched now beginning to feel a little better. “can you move, please?” you asked shyly.

“anything you want. ‘s all about you tonight,” he mumbled softly with a kiss to your cheek.

his hips began to pull back slightly before he was slowly pushing back into you. “oh fuck, jj,” you muttered. “feels good.”

“yeah, sweet girl?” he asked.

you hummed in agreement, nails dragging against his skin as he began to move a little more fluently. your moans were starting to get more constant now.

he had stopped rubbing your clit a little while ago, though you were too caught up in the feel of his cock inside you to even notice. “can i go faster, baby? or you wanna stay like this?”

“faster, please,” you panted. he smiled before pressing his lips onto yours, tongue slipping past your lips when you moaned at the pace change.

you whimpered into his mouth when he began to pull out even further before pushing in. your head tipped back at the feeling, crying out at the overwhelming pleasure. “there you go, sweet girl. you’re doin’ so so good. takin’ my cock ‘n letting me fuck you like this. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”

you moaned louder at his words, your cunt squeezing around him and sucking him back in. “oh, oh fuck, jj. ‘m close, it feels so fucking good.”

“you wanna stay like this? or you wanna try something different?” he asked softly, slowing his pace down a little to give you some time to think.

“i wanna switch,” you said confidently.

he placed another gentle peck to your lips before pulling out. “roll over and put your pretty little ass up,” he ordered. you felt your stomach drop with arousal.

you turned over and propped your knees up under you, your ass in the air while you supported yourself with your forearms. you felt him slowly slide into you, making the both of you moan out. in this position, he somehow felt deeper inside you, hitting all the right spots even harder.

he began to thrust, hands smoothing over the fat of your ass. “such a pretty little thing, baby. look at you. my girl takin’ my cock so well. fuck. makin’ me so proud.”

you hid your face in the bed sheets, tears welling in your eyes when he began to speed up. you rocked back and forth slightly with the force of his hips slamming into yours, his hands now on your hips to help guide you.

you cried out when he pulled out almost all the way with just the tip inside you before slowly thrusting back in and leaving you to fee every single bit of him. you felt the tears sink into the bed sheets, crying harder at the overwhelming pleasure you felt.

“fuck, sweetheart, ‘m so close,” he moaned breathlessly. “how you feeling?”

you could barely make out a full sentence. “‘m—‘m coming. oh.”

feeling you clench around him was it. “fuck. fuck, baby. ‘m gonna come.” you felt a warm liquid fill you up as his hips stuttered against you. you moaned louder at the full feeling and the warmth that spread inside you.

he gave you a minute, letting you come down as he splayed kissed all over your back and butt. “you feelin’ okay, baby?”

you lazily nodded. “mhm. ‘m okay.”

he tapped your bottom lightly. “stay right here for a second.” you felt him pull out of you before the weight on the bed shifted as he was no longer behind you.

you panted, trying to catch your breath. you heard him come back and take his place behind you again. “fuck, baby. wish i could take a picture of this,” he mumbled. “my come dripping out of your pretty pussy.”

you then felt a warm, damp towel run up your cunt, the sensitivity making you jump slightly. he cleaned you up fully then gently rolled you onto your back, handing you a bottle of water while he peppered kisses all over you. “you did so good for me today, baby. so, so good. ‘m so proud of you, pretty baby.”

————

and the next day out with the pogues, you did your best to mask the soreness between your legs by not moving too much. so right now, you were seated in a chair by the shore with kiara and sarah while the boys all swam in the clear water and splashed around close enough the keep an eye on their girls and hear them.

“jesus jj, the hell happened to your back?” john b asked, a finger tracing over the bright red scratches that trailed down.

meanwhile, sarah was watching you and the pink tinge of your cheeks. “i think i know,” she smirked.

kiara looked at her, then you, then jj. her eyes lit up as her jaw dropped. she got up and loosely wrapped her arms around your neck from behind you. “aww, our little y/n isn’t a virgin anymore.”

you rolled your eyes and laughed. “you guys, suck.”

“you better spill as soon as we get inside,” sarah squinted and feigned a menacing look.

[jazzyoranges]

Wants and Needs

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday gets jealous. she pegs you for funsies

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: g!p reader, pegging, strap-on (R receiving), anal, rimming (dw you wash your ass), overstimulation, possessive Wednesday, spanish/italian pet names and phrases, implied werewolf!R, Weds calls you puppy a lot, implied breeding kink, probably ooc Wednesday

Minors DNI!!!

“Cucciola.”

“Wednesday? What happened? Are you alright?”

“Home. Need… need you now.” Wednesday stumbles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you waist

“Love, how much have you had to drink?”

“D-Doesn’t matter.” The Addams practically growls into your shoulder

“We can’t do anything while you’re intoxicated, Wednesday. C’mon, le-“ your girlfriend pulls you into a searing kiss. She tugs at the nape of your neck, forcing you to grab at her waist to steady yourself

You faintly taste bourbon on her lips as she squeezes the skin just above your pants. Wednesday’s kisses are filled with lust, and something else you can’t exactly pinpoint. When your girlfriend finally pulls away, your lips are swollen due to Wednesday not-so-casually biting them every few seconds. She pulls you into another kiss, and you can’t help but follow her lead

The loud music, the lights, the dancing people, you had no idea why Wednesday even decided to go to a college party in the first place. That said, you’re getting a horny girlfriend out of the experience, so who can really complain? Definitely not you that’s for sure

“W-Wednesday…” You mumble into her lips

“Do you know how long that vampire has been looking at you?” She whispers but somehow you can hear her over the noise You try to turn away to scan your surroundings but Wednesday takes your chin in her hand so your attention is only on her

“She doesn’t deserve your gaze, puppy. Only I am allowed to look at you with lustful eyes.”

“I only have my sights on you, Wednesday,” you kiss her cheek “I promise I’d never look at another woman like how I look at you”

“Infidelity is not something I worry about in our relationship. Perhaps I should carve out her brain so she’ll never be able to have another inappropriate thought about you…” Wednesday mutters the last sentence to herself, but you start getting worried. If both of you don’t leave instantly the night will definitely end in blood. And not the kinky kind

“How about we go home, my love? Maybe a party wasn’t the best of ideas, I apologize”

“No, no. This night has given me the opportunity for me to truly claim you as mine.”

“Alright, let go home now, darling” You sling Wednesday’s arm around your shoulder, leading her to the exit of the apartment. You don’t notice the nasty glare she gives to the vampire

It takes… a considerable amount of time for Wednesday to walk down the 2 flights of stairs considering her stumbling. You opt to carry her halfway down the first set of stairs. Luckily you didn’t park too far from the apartment

You didn’t think it took too long to get to your shared apartment, but a certain Addams definitely had different ideas when she pushed you against the door with lust in her eyes

“Bedroom, now.” Wednesday mumbles in between bites to your neck

“My love, you-“

“You asked me to be your girlfriend on October 15th, 3:24am. I am sober enough to make love to you, cara mia.” Your girlfriend continues to bite and lick your neck, slowly guiding you to your shared bedroom

Wednesday doesn’t waste any time taking off your pants and boxers, revealing your erect penis. You were far too into being dominated than you’d like to admit. Only looking away for a second to take off your shirt, Wednesday already had a black strap-on attached to her hips

Stroking the faux cock with lube, your breath hitches at the sheer length and thickness of it

…Did Wednesday always have that?

“A-Aren’t you going to prep me first?”

“Hm, I’m sure you can take it raw, mi sol.” Your girlfriend presses a kiss to a quickly forming hickey on your neck

“But I suppose I could humor you.” Before you know what’s happening, Wednesday’s tongue is in your ass, and you don’t know how to feel about it

All uncertainties leave your head when she replaces her tongue with a finger. The sensation is new to you and it sends shivers up your spine when she starts to thrust, making you let out an almost pornographic moan. Wednesday enjoys how you’re clenching around her

One finger turns into two and you’re practically in heaven. Usually you were the one that did most of the moving, but having your very hot girlfriend fuck you in a place you’d never been fucked was absolutely melting your brain

“You’re ready, cucciola.”

“W-Wednesday!” You whimper when your girlfriend lifts up your hips and makes you hook your knees around her hips. Sometimes you forget short people can be strong

“Mi sol, tan asombrosa.” Wednesday eases herself into your asshole, and you practically sing at the intrusion. She watches your eyes roll in satisfaction with the tiniest smile on her face. The Addams should’ve indulged in her fantasies much sooner

You were a mess, to say the very least. You were happy with being a service top. Pleasing Wednesday, it made you happy knowing your girlfriend felt good. But this… this was a new sensation you’d love to get used to. If this was Wednesday’s way of slutting you out it was most definitely working

Truly, the Addams wished she could feel the silicone cock being squeezed by your tight asshole. But alas, your noises and reactions were enough to calm Wednesday’s nerves about the party. Only she was able to turn you into a moaning whore. Her slow thrusts became faster, and you’re basically a bumbling whimpering mess when your hole clenches around her cock

Perhaps this was what Wednesday felt when you topped. You’ve never felt so fucking full in your life. Her dick was practically incinerating your guts in the best way possible. To make make matters worse, you felt a familiar feeling bubble up in your lower stomach when Wednesday started to stroke your drooling cock while fucking your ass with even more fervor

The next words Wednesday utters make tears prick at your eyes

“Hold it, puppy.”

“Wednesday, please…” You whine with no avail

“Hold it.” Your girlfriend roughly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. When you moan she does it again. And again. And again until you’re on the edge of crying. From the pleasure? From the pain? You can’t really tell over the stench of sex wafting around your shared room

Thankfully your girlfriend isn’t fully evil like she thinks

“Cum for me, cara mia.”

Doing as she says, long ropes of cum release from your hardened cock. You’ve never cum so much in your life, and you don’t want to admit that you’re a little disappointed it’s being put to waste on your stomach instead of in your beautiful girlfriend

Wednesday notices this, deciding to lap up the copious amounts of cum off your stomach. After the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, all you wanted to do was return the favor. You try to get up but unfortunately Wednesday pushes you down

“This is about you, mi sol.” The Addams sighs at the salty taste of your cum. When she’s finished, you wipe the excess off her chin and take a taste for yourself

“Thank you, Wednesday.” You bring your girlfriend closer to you, cuddling into her naked chest while pulling the blankets over your shoulders

“Qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio.” Wednesday leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift off to sleep

—

cucciola - puppy

mi sol, tan asombrosa - my sun, so amazing

cara mia - my darling

qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio - anything for you, my darling

(all google translated, pls cut me some slack lol)

[angel-of-the-moons]

I need me some venom angst…

Can you do some Venom/Eddie x reader angst? Whatever you want idm! Also the reader is goth. No specific reason. I just like goth girls…:P(sorry if that last part was weird idk how to say it…)

*cracks knuckles* Hoooo I'm boutta make y'all cry up in this bitch (I know I said I only had requests open for 2 days but I only got two requests during that time frame so you get this as a lil treat 😘)

Chocolate Friends

Venom x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Angst angst angstttt! But don't worry , it gets fluffy!!! Depression, mentions of domestic violence/abuse, self-harm, suicide attempt, Reader has long hair and piercings (I love me some goth girls, too, especially the classic onesss)

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

It was a typical night in the city--the nasty, dirty, smelly city that was crawling with vermin once the lights went out.

But during October, it was different. Especially because of Halloween. Children frolicking in the streets, asking for goodies and playing games... well, people of all ages, really.

They needed someone to look out for them.

And that's what they did. That's what he did.

Venom. The one many consider to be a "bad guy". It's not his fault he needed to eat people's brains to survive. And besides, he promised Eddie he'd only eat "bad guys".

Which is what he did. A you g family with their two innocent little children were on their way back from a candy carnival when they were jumped by three men with masks and blunt weapons.

They weren't expecting Venom to be prowling the streets tonight--to be right above their filthy, filthy heads. They certainly didn't expect to have their heads bitten off, either. (Venom of course ensured the children didn't see anything of course, neither he nor Eddie would ever traumatize such tiny people!).

The police showed up not long after, but before that, one of the children rushed up to Venom and placed in his massive hand a little plastic baggy full of chocolates!

Venom patted the little boy--dressed like some green video game character--and left before the police barley rounded the corner.

"Tonight was amazing!" Venom growled as he popped another piece of chocolate into his maw. "Ate some bad guys and got some chocolate!"

'Yeah,good job, Vee.' Eddie chuckled softly from within.

He practically skipped from rooftop to rooftop across the city, humming and singing to himself as he did.

However, something gave him a pause.

Atop some sort of warehouse building was a figure dressed in all black. His first instinct was maybe it was some idiot trying to be some kinda super villain. They were all over the place, these days.

However that changed as he silently crept closer. He strained he and Eddie's combined senses to the highest level to examine the person.

You.

You were crying. Your long, wispy black hair blew in the breeze from the dank city. Your face was an almost ghostly white with thick black streaks cutting through like tar on snow. Your dark lips trembled, your snakebite piercings (At least that's what Eddie said they were) poking through the delicate skin, shining off of the dim city lights.

Your eyes were shrouded in thick, heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, your wispy lashes brushing your cheeks as fresh tears fell.

Your feet teetered on the edge as you looked down, your hands grasping one another as if having second thoughts.

"Oh, shit!" Venom cursed to himself.

You were going to jump.

He thought quickly, rushing and leaping onto the rooftop with you. You either didn't notice or didn't care, your entire body shaking in the chilly air.

Your clothes had holes shredded into them in multiple places. Fishnets poked out from beneath your baggy pants, the chains tinkling as you shifted your weight around; an equally baggy shirt for some grunge band or another fluttered a bit as the breeze caught it.

Your nails were a nice, lacquered black, almost like his own inky body.

Apparently Venom and Eddie both blue-screened and their body merely acted on its own accord.

He plopped his butt down on the edge of the roof next to you, hanging his massive legs over the side.

"A little close to the edge, right?" Venom tried to say lightly. He could just barely make out the scent of blood on you, and he didn't like it. Neither did Eddie. They were both worried for you, and they didn't even know who you were.

"Wh-what do you care?" You asked, your voice trembling as you side-stepped by an inch, your eyes hesitantly dragging to the dirty street below.

"Just a little close, is all." Venom grumbled out with a shrug, kicking his feet a little.

"One wrong step and--" He made a descending whistle and then a "boom", gesture with his fingers. "Splat! Wind up decorating someone's car for Halloween in a real gross way."

Despite yourself, you huffed out a laugh, followed by a sniff, "Well it w-won't be a problem I have to worry about then, would it?"

Venom snorted, "True. But think about the poor guy that's gotta scrape the bits off the sidewalk! Traumatizing!"

You shook your head, swallowing deeply.

A tense silence falls between you as you continue to contemplate your fate--trying to make that one decision whether to end it all or back away like you have so many times before.

Venom broke the silence as subtly as a bulldozer trying to drive over a frozen lake.

"So. Why are you up here?"

"Because I want to die, wh-what does it look like?" You sniffled, trying to fight back the fresh sobs that tried to claw their way out of your chest.

"Well, yeah. That's obvious," He replied, tilting his head to the side to look at you. "But why?"

"I... I just..."

You weren't prepared for that. Nobody just asked you things. Nobody cared. Nobody just asks someone why they want to die. Right?

Your shoulders slump as you collapse into a squat, burying your face in your arms as you cried.

"I'm so tired... I can't take it all anymore."

"Can't take... what?" Venom pressed gently, his body relaxing slightly, hoping your new posture indicated you weren't just gonna swan dive over the rooftop.

"I... I try so hard, y'know?" You whispered, barely audible from how you had your face buried. "I try to take care of him, to help him get better, but... but he turns around and says it's all my fault. That it's all me. That he only does it because of me."

Venom looks at you, his fingers twitching. Ah. So that was it. He let you continue;

"I know he doesn't mean it. He just--he gets so angry when he drinks. Tonight I tried to h-hide the b-bottles and he... he just--"

Venom feels something nasty twist in his gut as you choke off into another crying fit.

"But he's my dad. If I don't s-stay... he's all alone. And he's gonna drink himself to death!"

"If he needs you, why are you up here?"

You snapped your head to look up at him, your makeup smeared down your face as your brows pinched.

"I mean, obviously your dad needs some serious help, but by your logic, he won't get it if you're not around..." He looked out into the city streets for a moment, "Don't understand it."

"I..." You swallowed, your mouth going dry. You sighed deeply, letting your body sag. "I don't know. I'm so tired. I'm sick of people treating me like shit just because of how I dress--I-I had an old lady hit me in the back of my head with her cane because she said I'm some kind of--of Satan worshipper!"

Venom growled lowly, making you jump a little as the sound vibrates off your bones, "Stupid." He spat.

"Y-yeah!" You say, letting your feet dangle over the edge, like his.

"It... It's just that I like being like this! But nobody has ever understood it!" You say, exasperated. "They just... They just..."

You couldn't find the words to continue, and was shocked when Venom held out his hand, offering tiny wrapped pieces of... candy. Chocolate?

"My other half says chocolate is good when you are sad. It makes your brain feel better." He said rather plainly. He could have gone into details of the effects it had on the human brain, but you didn't seem like you were in the mental state to have a scientific conversation right now.

Your shaky fingers take the morsel, unwrapping it before popping it into your mouth.

"So people treat you bad because you like to dress in all black?" He scoffed.

"People always equate goths to bad things in general." You replied sadly, your eyes downcast around the chocolate as it coated your tongue, "I'm not even really into the subculture itself, I just... sometimes the fashion is pretty and the makeup is crazy intense y'know?"

Venom grinned, happy that you've stopped crying, offering you another piece of his previous chocolate loot and letting you vent to him.

"What's wrong with dressing in all black?" Venom said, puffing up his chest a little dramatically, even striking a bit of a pose, "I think the look goes quite well with everything."

The sound of your laugh made him relax a little bit more, the tenseness in the air fading as he shared his snacks. He listened to you talk about the kinds of clothes you liked, makeup, music, how you DIY'd some of your own fashion yourself; and most of all, how people treated you because of it.

But the only person to really accept that was your dad. He just had his own problems, and didn't have the strength to drag himself out of the pit he was drowning himself in after he got laid off from the job he'd had since you were a baby. Since before your mom...

Little by little, your exterior chipped away and the sight of the real person you were came bubbling to the surface. Despite your dark aesthetic, you were a very bubbly and sweet person. Perhaps caring a bit too much about others rather than focusing on yourself, yes, but it showed how big your heart really was.

Eventually, the candy ran out. And you apologized. And before you knew it, it was well past midnight.

You don't want to jump anymore.

"Do you want some help?" Venom asked.

You nodded, whispering; "Please."

He took one of your tiny hands into his, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain and lifted--pulling you onto the rooftop with him.

You rubbed your elbow, feeling guilty for everything, despite what was going on that wasn't your fault.

Venom could tell you were still feeling upset... and he didn't like he could still smell blood on you.

"... you're hurt." He finally pointed out, noticing how you flinched.

"It--it's not that bad." You muttered, your heart pounding as Venom crossed his arms and stared you down. Not in a malicious way, but in a way that said "I'm not falling for your bullshit".

And, of course, you break. You tell him about how sometimes, when the pain gets so bad, you... hurt yourself. You take a razor, or a knife or a pair of scissors and just... cut. The injuries are always to your legs so nobody can see, so they are easily covered by pants, but... obviously Venom could smell they were there.

"How about this." He held up a finger, "Meet us here again tomorrow night. My better half will get us more chocolate--"

His head snapped to the side and he growled, "You promised!"

Venom turned back to you after apparently having an argument with... himself, and said, "--and then we can sit down and talk some more. It can be our little chocolate spot any time you get the feeling like you want to hurt yourself. We can give you our number!"

"But..."

"No buts!" He said, wagging his large finger at you in reprimand.

You can't help the laugh that slips out of you, wiping at your face, uncaring if any more of your makeup got ruined. Despite yourself, you nod.

"Yessss!" Venom hisses, holding out his fist for a bump. "Chocolate friends!"

"Ch-Chocolate friends." You hiccup, giving him the bump.

You never came back to that rooftop with the intention of throwing yourself off of it, after that. It only became associated with your new and unlikely friend, the sweet treats you shared, and the knowledge that out there--there was somebody even weirder that you who was treated as much as an alien that you were.

And he/they had one hell of a sweet tooth.

[madman479r]

Team ANCY reaction to Rusted Knight pt.2

Yang stood at the window of Jaune's home in the ever after. The whole situation was still bizarre, being trapped in a fairy tale land, finding out her friend/leader/boyfriend was the infamous and beloved Rusted Knight and seeing he had become a complete DILF was a lot to take in.

So that's why she was standing by the window, basking in the wind and moon light, naked as the day she was born, only covered in sweat and cum.

The creaking bed and Pyrrha's wild, lustful moans from Jaune's bedroom breaking the silent night.

"Guess your semblance can be useful outside a fight as well." Yang looked behind her to see Cinder limping towards her in a similar state, sweat running down her body, hair messy and semen dripping down her thighs, looking as though a short walk was taking every last bit of energy she had.

"Yep. While it's different from usual, I really like the kinda pounding Lover boy gave me." Yang purred, shivering but the feeling of cum sloshing in her womb made her shiver more. "He may be the Rusted Knight but he certainly hasn't gotten rusty where it counts."

Cinder gave a light moan as her pussy tingled, ever since she started having mature fantasies, having the Rusted Knight fuck her like a whore was one of them, and what luck she had.

"You were practically glowing." Cinder smirked, standing beside her partner/lover as the cool night air helped cool her down, shamelessly eyeing Yang's naked chest with a lick of her lips.

"Yeah? Well if I didn't know any better, I'd have thought your semblance was sonic screaming with how loud you were." Yang teased back, letting her eyes wander Cinder's nude form, lingering on her curvy ass she wanted to squeeze and spank so badly.

Cinder shot back. "Says you, miss "Oh daddy! Kiss my womb with your big fat cock!" Never thought you'd have a daddy kink." She smirked, giving exaggerated moans as she mimicked Yang.

"Like you and P-money weren't begging "please fill us to the brink with your cum, daddy"!" Yang nudged Cinder.

"Difference is you have a good relationship with your dad. I didn't have a father figure and Pyrrha has had to be a good girl for nearly all her life that the idea of being a naughty little slut needing to be punished gets her pussy dripping." Cinder argued.

"OH FUCK!" Came the muffled orgasmic scream from Pyrrha.

"Guess that's our que." Yang rubbed her thighs in anticipation, they both knew Jaune was far from done, and if he was alone for all these years he'd certainly be backed up, they couldn't leave Pyrrha to deal with that all by herself after all.

Yang went to the room but was stopped by Cinder grabbing her hand. "Hold on, you got something in your mouth."

Before Yang could question her, Cinder dove her tongue into Yang's gaping maw, practically cleaning out her mouth as Cinder's skillful tongue went over every inch of Yang's mouth, leaving the lucky poor blonde with shaking knees and a new wetness leaking from her gushing cunt. Feeling Cinder molest her tit didn't help in stopping her mini climax

Only when the need to breath became too much did Cinder pull away, leaving a strand of saliva between the two jutted out tongues, their hot breaths like steam in the cool air.

Seeing the dazed look on Yang made Cinder grow a smug yet sexy smirk. "Guess you're okay with me going next." That broke Yang from her lustful mind blank, knowing she had just been played. And with that, Cinder strode to the bedroom, hips swaying hypnotically "You can spend the time giving Pyrrha a tongue bath meanwhile." Cindet said over her shoulder, she had only opened the door before a rough callous hand dragged her inside, her laughter turning into sinful moans of pleasure shortly after.

Yang narrowed her eyes at Cinder's retreating form with mischievous eyes, promising to herself that when they're back home she'd buy the biggest, most intense vibrating dildo and shove it so far up Cinder's perfect ass that she'd feel the buzzing in her tonsils.

[orionabovethehorizon]

When Your Pride is on the Floor, I’ll Make You Beg for More

Rating: 18+

Word count: 4k

Characters: Will Graham x Will Graham (brief mention of stagman)

Setting: Hannibal’s office, season 2 episode 8: Suzukana

Content warnings: DEAD DOVE thoughts of necrophilia, canon typical violence, canon typical religious themes, choking kink, autoerotic asphyxiation, blood kink, blood consumption, creampie, cum swallowing, p in v, obsessive and possessive behavior and thoughts, pain kink, light foot fetish if you squint, ftm character

Summary: That one scene where Hannibal asks if Will still wants to kill him and Will says he’d do it with his hands, except Hannibal continues on with his unconventional therapy and tells him to do it

NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH but it’s considered

Author’s note: my first work in this fandom 🙏🏽 Beta’d by @siffrin-enthusiast and a mutual of mine on a different platform, sorry !

Tell me if I should tag any other content warnings please 🫶🏽🫶🏽

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59147416 pls boost 🖤

“Tell me, how would you do it?” 

Will, who despised eye contact, was unrelenting in his stare, his expression offering nothing. “With my hands.” 

Hannibal seemed… pleased. Like he enjoyed the concept of Will trying, because he could overpower him easily. Or, perhaps actually excited by the prospect of letting Will overpower him. Given the look on his face, Will’s eyes dropped to Hannibal’s crossed legs and, not for the first time but having never allowed himself to entertain the train of thought, wondered if it was to hide. 

His own stomach always coiled whenever he spared the time to fantasize about killing him, as Hannibal worded it. Though it would only make him more confused by all the different layers to their dynamic, it wouldn’t be surprising if Hannibal often felt the same. Or maybe Will was just mirroring back Hannibal’s own desire due to his empathy. 

Anyways, there was a challenging lift of his eyebrows as Hannibal adjusted in his seat. Will didn’t know what to expect but it certainly wasn’t, “That sounds promising.”

There it went. A volcanic churning in his lower belly.

“Are you asking me to?” Will inclined forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands. Feeling a revolting twinge of excitement in his gut. Fingers twitching incomprehensibly at the need to grab. 

“Should you find yourself in need of relief when it comes to the resentment you feel toward me, I must inform you that therapy sessions are precisely the place to do as such. It only serves to be doubly beneficial to you that your psychiatrist is the very source of your resentment. My job is to allow you to work through your emotional turmoil however you may need, so long as I am still alive by the time the hour we share has commenced. And you are well aware, intimately so, that I am unorthodox in my methods and willing to go much further than most.” No grin is evident on his face, but it is audible in his voice, and Will wants to reach out and suffocate him right now. 

Will pushes himself to his feet, and it is not lost on him that Hannibal’s schooled expression of stoicism is an act. It does not falter at all, not even once, but he knows. 

“I don’t want to kill you anymore, Doctor Lecter,” he hums as he rounds beside the black chair opposite his own. “Not now that I finally find you interesting.” The words practically purred out of him. The empath notes how Hannibal’s eyes trail him intrinsically and watches them sparkle—fucking glitter—as he reaches out to delicately card his fingers through tamed, aging wheat-blond hair and begins to unlatch his belt buckle with the other hand. 

There’s a minuscule but disemboweling lilt to the killer’s lips while he gazes up at the man gifting him such a soft touch, and Will finds himself wondering when the last time Hannibal had that even was, and more, if he was the only person Hannibal would allow to coddle him. A lack of hesitation or questioning indicated requisition; how long had the monster yearned for this fairy tale?

That didn’t make it any harder to do what he did next. 

The gentleness steeled into brutality when Will curled his fingers into a fist, slid his belt from the loops, dropped it to the floor, and grabbed Hannibal’s shoulder to relocate him to the same location the abandoned leather fell to. 

Besides the huff of oxygen forced out of him in a rush, the man now beneath him gave no sound or other evidence of being phased. Even his eyes held no contempt; a bit of surprise, sure, and heat akin to the amber color of his irises as he watched the fabric of Will’s deep blue button-up slowly drift open. He didn’t dare move. Not when both sides of his shirt fluttered apart like curtains framing a window pane, and beyond the glass lie a glimpse of a secret regarding Will’s identity: two pale, thin, well managed scars cutting beneath each pectoral. Not when Hannibal realized that he would be receiving the full reveal of said identity as the younger man above him undid both the button and the zipper of his slacks. 

If he moved, this might end before it begins. 

So, while his eyes may have widened marginally, and his lips parted slightly in place of his jaw hanging, Hannibal laid there, watching, waiting, drinking it all in. Sketching this angle of Will in his mind to reproduce on paper later. 

If there were even to be a later. Given where this seemed to be going, Hannibal now found himself very much open to the idea of perhaps falling homicide victim to Will’s darkest whims. It wouldn’t be the most dignified way to go, but it was certainly his most appealing threat thus far. 

A good way to torture him would be to let him think this was going where he currently assumed it to be, only to kill him just before doing so. But when he scented the air, the thick, sweet, foggy thunderstorm that was Will’s arousal rushed his senses, growing stronger when pants and boxers alike were pulled down to bundle atop his shoes which he bent to unlace and remove, and he doubted the occurrence of such a punishment. This was accompanied by the stark, jagged waves of Will’s anger, ebbing away only to crash forward again on the rocks. 

His beloved experiment and patient smelled of nature, but not in your typical way. Will didn’t smell like he had been outside, Will smelled like he was Nature herself; every feeling he experienced slotted with a different state or disaster, even. Right now, a rolling evening storm on the beach. Without any fabric between Hannibal’s nose and Will’s sex, his state of excitement struck down into his diaphragm and splintered throughout the bronchioles of his lungs like forked branches of lightning, thrumming in his chest and making him feel light, warm, electric. 

"Will," he puffed out into the stifling, heady silence, dragging his eyes along the full length of his newly exposed body. The parted halves of Will's dress shirt maintained the barest sliver of his modesty and Hannibal dedicated the full power of his creative capabilities to completing the picture within his mind. As he laid there, pushed up on his elbows but otherwise stagnant, to now observe the way that Will kicked the pile of shoes, pants, and underwear at his feet off to the side, the killer set it all to memory. Once he had the time and space to himself to disappear into his mind palace uninterrupted, he would chisel a marble statue of the personified deity hovering over him now to preserve and revere. Again, and again, and again, until the very ground beneath him conformed to mold around the steady weight and pressure of his knees in their unwavering devotion. 

Will’s eyes shadowed with a dark sheen of something primal. Something that made Hannibal’s person suit run cold and warm at the same time. The profiler smirked, sized him up, pausing at the no longer shieldable tent presenting itself at the crotch of his dress suit pants. 

So, he had been trying to hide, just as suspected. 

Curiously, the heel of his foot came down on the bulge between Hannibal’s thighs. Not hard, or malicious, barely even a press of contact. And when the recipient of said action groaned and spoke his name again, Will laid his toes over the man’s lips, still socked and all. Shushing him, with a gentle but sarcastic level of chastisement. 

“None of that,” he scolded, clicking his tongue and ever so slightly shaking his head. “I believe you’ve said quite enough. I want you to be quiet. Do you understand?” 

Hannibal was far too preoccupied with the spinning of the room. His cock swelled to its full potential so quickly that the southbound rush of blood had rendered him dizzy. His eyes were glossy, hazed over, and heavy lidded. He bit his tongue to the point that copper flooded his mouth when Will emphasized his question once more, doubly as stern, and used his foot to push Hannibal’s head to nod. 

After Will stopped moving his foot, Hannibal continued the nod of his own volition to signify his agreement. 

The satisfaction in those raucous blue eyes would have made the cannibal more offended had he not wanted this. Prayed for this in whatever capacity he could receive it, despite having lost his faith long ago. 

He could have bitten them off. But he wanted this. No matter how his pride bristled at his current treatment. Could he truly have expected Will to be any other way? 

No longer balancing a fraction of his body weight on Hannibal’s jaw, Will returned to his previous stance—one leg positioned at either side of Hannibal’s hips. It distantly dawned on the Lithuanian that he could see Will’s entire lower half, he wasn’t wearing a packer around his hips, and he tossed an askance, curious look over to the pants and boxers abandoned beside them to find that his counterpart had the custom underwear that came with a built in pouch for one to sit within. His fingers twitched towards them; suddenly, the want—no, need to smell them was so intense that it was practically electrifying. 

But Will, ever studious, ever predatory, noticed this slight movement and this time it was his other foot to move and find its mark on Hannibal’s wrist. Uncomfortable. More demeaning even than having an arm, or arms, pinned down by his hands. Honestly, quite a fraction humiliating. 

Just like the foot on his mouth had been. 

And yet. 

The frantic rise and fall of his chest was nearly animated in its dramatism, but it was very, very real. Their eyes, fire and ice, two different and completely incompatible elements of the earth, met in the middle with the same sharp, daring, scalding glare and held steadfast. Even as Will returned to his previous position once more and then lowered to his knees entirely, straddling Hannibal’s thighs and working at the fastenings of his dress pants while never even conceding to so much as a blink. Will, insistent on having the upper hand for once. Hannibal, knowing he had already succumbed and doing his inflated (deflating) ego one momentary final service before finally bidding it farewell and looking away. 

For the first time in history, fire melted, and ice won. 

“That’s it, Doctor Lecter,” Will enunciated slowly, and despite the airy atmosphere of patronization, Hannibal allowed the cheap praise to wash over him like a baptism. There was a physical, outward shiver that jittered through the body of the killer beneath him from the chill of such a thin, shallow compliment, and Will allowed his baneful smirk to present itself. “Let me have this,” he finished. At the same time as he’d successfully gotten the cock before him to spring free, expensive fabrics bunched haphazardly at Hannibal’s hips. And the man—no, the monster, stayed silent to such a disgrace. 

He was behaving so well. The ache within him then was indiscernible between emotional yearning, or physical. 

Either way, he knew how to fill the gaping emptiness within him right now; he was staring directly at it after being freed to do so by Hannibal’s surrender in their staring contest. Could it even be called that? Such a title made it seem so… juvenile, when this was anything but. 

Though, when Will righted himself, raising higher on his knees with a dry and calloused palm wrapped around the fattened, flared base of the erection standing before him (at full attention despite receiving hardly any contact at all, the profiler did not miss that little detail), there was a horrifying flash of a moment where he felt much like a fumbling teenager, seeing, touching, fucking for the first time. Felt out of his depth with Hannibal. Hannibal, of all fucking people- no, Hannibal, of all fucking things. 

His monster wasn’t even human. Will could, and would, take from it whatever he damn well pleased, thank you. 

That in mind, Will Graham properly aligned himself, slicked the head through the arousal currently dampening his core, and sunk down in one fell swoop. He fell forward to shove a hand over Hannibal’s mouth and catch his upper body weight there just in time to cut off a catastrophic moan right as it began to crest out of him. Will didn’t want to hear how good it felt for him. Didn’t want any evidence that this could be for anyone but himself. His head hung low for the count of five deep breaths while he adjusted to accommodate such a stretch, dark curls shielding the pinched expression on his face from the magmatic color and heat of Hannibal’s eyes that would singe all his resolve if contact was made. 

The hand he’d used to position himself found the wrist he’d already pinned before, and Will nearly blacked out when Hannibal brought the other up to lie beside it, held. 

Once the lines of his face smoothed, with a cautionary rock of his hips, Will’s breath punched out of him at the first pleasant nudge of the cockhead within him doing its job—providing a service as a victory and a distraction. Then, again, his lungs stuttered and constricted when he finally allowed his gaze to find that of the creature he sat upon, whose skin turned as black as an inkwell to the quill it would likely use to account this interaction on paper later, only to return to its original golden tan hue after Will blinked it all away. Temporarily closing his sensitive eyes to what he saw in the ones below him. 

Love. 

Something deeper, and darker, and more twisted than that; an amalgamation of obsession and divinity and devotion, of hunger and carnality and despair. But, in simpler terms, the look in Hannibal’s eyes was love. This openness did not falter even when Will’s touch slid from smiling lips down to his throat and snatched it like a vice. 

It was like looking in a mirror. One that he’d shattered with his fist. One that he’d covered with a torn sheet. 

And Will loved Hannibal so much that he could kill him. Just to keep him to himself for all eternity. He would get to live with the knowledge that he was the last one to see, hear, touch, the person that he was in love with. It would make Hannibal his, forever. Momentarily, he considered it. The man was so pliant beneath him right now, staring up with red eyes rimmed with more adoration than pain, willing him to do whatever he pleased so long as he wanted it, and Will thought of visiting a grave with flowers every day and fucking himself senseless with Hannibal’s preserved fingers every night. It was as if a frenzy had triggered within his mind, and the thought of Hannibal no longer being alive to torment him as he had, but still being Will’s possession, was addictive. But… well, the cock within him twitched and he knew the warmth would be missed. 

Hannibal wasn’t allowed to feel that way about him in return, but Will Graham knew it was far too late to draw that line between them. There wasn’t even space enough for a line to be drawn at all. In fact, they were stitched together much like the mural he’d been consulted on. 

“Being so fuckin’ good for me, darlin’,” Will purred smoothly, southern accent laying thick, in place of complimenting Hannibal’s endowment as he wanted to. Why would he praise something he was taking for himself? He’d rather gloat about Hannibal surrendering and allowing Will to take this from him, restrained and balancing on the line between consciousness and not. 

Speaking of restraints, the killer began fighting loosely against the hold on his wrists. Will genuinely considered slapping him so fucking hard his head snapped off to the side. Right after commending how well behaved he was? Temptation overtook, though, and Will slackened up his grip on Hannibal’s wrists while tightening it on his throat. Curious, wondering if he would fight back, flip them over, shove Will off; return the favor and choke him, perhaps. 

There wasn’t enough time to bite back the moan that bubbled up when, rather than anything defensive for himself after nearly being killed, all Hannibal did was grab Will’s hips and press them down as far against himself as he could. Sinking in as deep as possible. Didn’t even bother with the hand around his neck. 

“Feels that good, huh, Ripper?” 

He emphasized his words with a slow circle of his hips, and reveled in the way Hannibal’s head rolled and his top lip drew back in a snarl, nails biting into Will’s soft skin. Warmth rolled down his outer thighs, indicative of blood. Which attributed to the warmth between them as well. 

His monster beneath him was nodding his head, or at least something as closely resembling it as he could, considering Will’s hold was so tight now that his lips began fading into a slightly blue tone. Using his knees as leverage to push himself up, until Hannibal was nearly slipping out of him, his own lips twisted into a cocky grin when he sank back down and the only sound the man could make was a strangled whimper that was clearly supposed to be some kind of moan. Undignified, honestly bordering on pathetic because of who the sound was coming out of. Fingers tore down his legs and left bloody trails in their stead, and Will took the hand that had previously been pinning Hannibal’s wrists and slid his fingers along the new wounds to tap them against the paling lips. Before accepting them to suck, he was trying to verbalize something, starting with a kuh sound, and judging from the look on his face and the pulsating within his core, Will assumed it was either ‘close’ or ‘condom’… neither of which he could give a fuck less about right now. So, he just smirked wider, forced his fingers between his teeth, and went back to moving atop him. Dropping his head back as his swollen little cock ground against Hannibal’s pubic bone and left a sticky mess of arousal behind. The lips around his fingers and tongue sliding against them planted a glorious idea in his head. 

When Hannibal drives his hips upward in a sharp thrust, Will releases his throat at the exact same time, and he nearly cums with him when he hears the pure depravity of the sound that leaves the cannibal as he sucks in air. Once his lungs are satiated, he begins imbuing the name of his patient over and over incessantly with each pulse, each shot of ejaculate that Will coaxes out of him with as much grace and intensity as bullets. His hands are slipping around on Will’s thighs because of the blood, his hips are stuttering from the overwhelming ecstatic bliss of tumbling over the edge so early, and the profiler is eating it all up. He wishes he could carve this moment into Hannibal’s skin down to the very detail, no matter how minute or insignificant it seemed, and strip the doctor any time he deemed fit to remind himself of this encounter and get off to it. The pinch of his brows, the curl of his upper lip that closely resembled a snarl, the way he was clawing at his legs, this was his monster. 

There’s a slight tremor to Will’s thighs that he needs to mask when he dismounts the stag recovering below him. 

Hannibal’s words are gravelly and grated practically beyond recognition due to the torture his throat endured when he asks, through heaving but slowly evening breaths, “Did you finish as well?” A question that a man hardly asks without already knowing the answer. And the sinful depth of Hannibal’s abused voice sends a tsunamic wave of arousal crashing over Will in a way that has his dick throbbing, begging for friction. He thinks that if this is how Hannibal sounds after he tries to strangle him, that he is going to have to do this much more frequently, and wonders distantly if he’ll ever be able to cum in the future without hearing it again. Considers that, and doubts it. 

And surely, Hannibal would not object to whatever physical attention he offered. Especially if it ended like this. The doctor was well-guarded but his weaknesses had become obvious and Will could exacerbate them. 

Fair is fair, after all. 

Even Steven. 

“Nup,” Will replies simply; relishes in the shameful tinge of pink that dusts over Hannibal’s already flushed face when his eyes lower. “Got me a solution for that, though.” 

His country accent is still rearing, and he hardly notices it in the moment but to Hannibal, it’s completely dizzying. He watches intently, now back to not saying a word, waiting for whatever it is  he can do to remedy such a massive inconsideration on his part. Oxygen is coming easier now, and yet the tension has his breath wavering. 

Will stands, and for an agonizingly centurial second Hannibal thinks he’s going to leave, that he was so unsatisfactory that Will is going to take care of it himself and abandon him as a sweaty, sticky mess on the floor of his office to mull over the events and missteps of tonight. But then his feet plant themselves coolly on either side of Hannibal’s neck, and he lowers himself to hover above his chest momentarily, watching realization dawn on the powerful man lying so pliant below him. His eyes narrow scrutinizing but he does flash him a genuine, scintillating grin, full of teeth and desire and hatred and adoration and secrets. The blood stretched between them, the blood on them now, and the blood yet to come. 

“Think it’s time you ate yourself for once,” he drawls, dipping a finger into the mingled wetness between his thighs and smearing it from his own lips to Hannibal’s, though both found at opposite ends of their respective anatomies. “Hmm?” He asks, like he’d even take a ‘no.’

The cannibal goes so far as to draw the finger into his mouth (once again) and pull it between his teeth—a sure risk for Will, but not so much as the one he was about to take—to lave his tongue over it and clean the mess. He honestly makes a show of wrapping his lips around it and the way he works his mouth around the intrusion; how his eyes threaten to roll back at the taste of them together, including the lingering tang of sweet pennies from where there had previously been blood on the same finger. 

Hannibal nods, moving Will’s hand along with the movement of his head, eyes so intense in their direct contact that it sets the room on fire, and Will retracts his finger. He wrenches that same fist in ashen blond hair, tugs it back to position himself directly above it, and in a doting voice laced with thinly veiled condescension he instructs Hannibal to take a deep breath. Then he sits. Not really caring if the distribution of his weight or lack thereof makes it hard for Hannibal to breathe. He got a considerable break, far too long for Will’s liking even, and the enslaving saccharinity of the destruction a lack of oxygen impacted on his voice would likely have Will stirring Hannibal’s cock again to coax him into round two.

Maybe it would circle around and around all night in an endless loop. Or maybe Hannibal would suffocate. 

Oh, well. 

If he died, Will would keep it cycling anyways. He wouldn’t stop just for morality’s sake. And Hannibal’s Last Meal would be the one he most desired: Will. 

[rainbowloveletters]

Breaking Silence 2 - Spring Awakening

Spring had always been my favorite season in Franklin, New Hampshire. The snow had melted away, leaving the town center vibrant with blooming flowers and the promise of warmth. But this May was different; it wasn't just the season that had me feeling lighter, it was Luke Carmichael.

We'd been dating for a while now, and every day with him was a new adventure. I remember the first time I saw him at school, his charming smile lighting up the hallway as he laughed with his friends. I was just Jaxon, the quiet deaf kid, but he saw me. And he learned to speak my language, his hands becoming more fluid with every sign, every word an endearment that bridged our worlds.

Prom was just around the corner, and the school buzzed with anticipation. I watched Luke from across the cafeteria, his hands moving gracefully as he talked to his friends about the big night. I could almost see the words hanging in the air, a silent dance that only I was privy to. He caught my eye and grinned, the kind of smile that made my heart skip.

We had grown so much together. I used to feel so isolated in the noise of the school, but Luke changed that. He was my interpreter, my advocate, my safe space. We communicated in a beautiful silence that was louder than any words. He'd even started teaching his teammates some basic signs, turning our varsity football team into unlikely allies.

One fine day, the sun beat down on the worn grass as I sat beside Luke, the warmth a stark contrast to the fluttery feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, a commotion erupted behind us. I turned to see Luke's football teammates huddled together, holding large, colorful placards. A wave of anticipation washed over me as I realized what was happening. They were spelling out a word, one letter at a time.

"P-R-O-M?" the signs read, each player holding their letter with a wide grin.

My heart pounded in my chest. This wasn't just a simple question; it was a declaration of love, a promise of a night to remember. Luke turned to me, his eyes filled with hope and a touch of nervousness. He signed, "Will you go to the prom with me?"

A thousand emotions swirled within me. Joy, surprise, and a deep sense of gratitude. I nodded, my smile wide and genuine. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized how lucky I was to have found someone who loved me so deeply, someone who understood me in a way that few others could.

The team erupted in cheers, their voices blending with the distant hum of the bleachers. In that moment, surrounded by love and acceptance, I knew I had found something truly extraordinary.

As the day of the prom approached, Luke was busy with practice and the usual end-of-year chaos, but he always made time for us. We'd spend hours at the local coffee shop, our hands intertwined as we shared secrets and dreams for the future. He was my loudest cheerleader, even when I struggled to believe in myself.

The night of the prom arrived, and as I adjusted my tie in the mirror, I felt a flutter of excitement. Luke was picking me up, and we had planned everything down to the last detail. He had been secretive about one aspect of the evening, and curiosity danced within me.

When he arrived, he was the epitome of a high school dream, his suit impeccably tailored, his hair styled to perfection. But it was the look in his eyes that took my breath away—pride, affection, and a deep connection that transcended words.

The gymnasium was transformed into an enchanted garden, twinkling lights casting a warm glow over the couples dancing to the music. Luke had a surprise for me; he'd worked with the DJ to include songs with a strong beat, so I could feel the rhythm through the floor. He led me to the center, his hands guiding me, speaking a language of love that needed no translation.

As we moved together, the world around us faded into a blur of lights and laughter. In that moment, it was just Luke and me, two souls entwined, our hearts beating in unison. He leaned in, his breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "I love you, Jaxon," his hands echoing the sentiment in fluid signs.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze, and signed back, "I love you too, Luke."

The music may have been the backdrop of the night, but our silent symphony was the true melody of love. As we danced, we lost ourselves in the music, in each other's embrace. The world around us faded away, leaving only Luke and I in our own little bubble of happiness. When the music finally ended, we stood still, our eyes locked. A moment passed, filled with unspoken emotions, before Luke leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips.

And as spring turned into summer, I knew that with Luke by my side, every season would be filled with the promise of new beginnings and a love that defied silence.

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

Training with Zoro P.1 (Eventual Smut) Y/N X Zoro

🍶 Wc: 4k+

So I cross-posted this again from my AO3, and this is the second chapter. The first chapter really just is your background, and how you started training with Zoro. It’s not necessary really, but here’s the link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44437204/chapters/111770101 

TW’s: seasickness, vomiting 

Part 2

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You were going to die. Happily, mind you, but you were still going to die. Your heart was going to burst, and not just from the training.  

“When I said training, I didn’t think this would be part of it” you confessed breathlessly. Zoro huffed a small laugh under you as his back flexed. Holy shit he’s really strong.

“You better not drop those weights on me” he warned. You grunted.

“No promises” you teased. You were knelt on his bare back as he did push-ups beneath your legs. Balancing on his back while timing your overhead shoulder presses with him pressing upwards was not what you had expected when you asked for training. You had just started, and you were already starting to feel the burn of your muscles, on top of the soreness from last training session. Balancing while lifting light weights worked a lot more muscles than you thought it would.

“Don’t my knees and feet hurt your back?” you asked as you steadily lowered the weights down to gently touch your shoulders as the body beneath you lowered easily. He grunted as he began to rise, and you pushed your weights in time with his movements, air hissing between your teeth, like he taught you in the first session. You could feel his muscles working under your bare shins and knees, his warmth bleeding into you.

“You think you’re heavy enough to hurt me?” he scoffed once he straightened his arms. You glanced at his ridiculous weights to the side.

“I meant if my knees and the tops of my feet were going to bruise your back. Because they’re bony”

“Probably not”

You didn’t like his answer.

“Lemme off”

He scoffed, beginning to lower his torso slowly.

“Tired already?”

Yes, but that’s not why.

“Shut up. I don’t want to bruise you”

He promptly shot his body back up, and you nearly toppled off. You tossed the weights quickly to the sides while you flailed and gripped his toned shoulders with your now free hands. God dammit why is so warm and hot and gorgeous… STOP!

“Hey! Be careful! I almost dropped the weights on you!” you snapped. You could tell he was smirking. Bastard.

“I was hoping you would”

“What?! Why?!”

He lowered his torso again, this time all the way to the ground. You rolled off him, your arms still shaky from the weight training. You sat cross legged, glaring at him as he sat up and knelt on the floor. That damn smirk was back.

“To show you that I can take a hit. Not that it would be much from you” he teased. You narrowed your eyes at him. Was he trying to rile you up?

“I’ve trained my body since I was a kid. I know I’m strong. Hell, I’ve taken a hit from a giant demon zombie and lived. I can take whatever your weak little body can dish out” he teased, reaching out to pinch your (admittedly) flabby arms. You smacked his hand away.

“Are you trying to get hit?”

“Mmhm. You know fighting isn’t all about strength” he said. His demeanor changed from teasing to teaching.

“Last training session, I got a baseline for your current physical strength. That’s why I had you do everything until failure. Rough session, but now I know where to start with you. You have little to no strength in your arms, but with the right support from other parts of your body, you’d be able to take care of yourself in a fight. Your legs hold some power, but you don’t know how to utilize it by using different angles, center of gravity, and momentum. Training your shoulders, core, and back will be important too.”

You listened intently, trying to picture the type of fighting you’d do with the muscle groups. Your back, core, and shoulders would be most likely to be used for pulling, twisting, and stabilization if your arms wouldn’t be used really to punch. Your legs and center of gravity would be used to keep your balance.

“So… Like standing steady and pulling or twisting?” you pondered aloud. Zoro nodded with a proud smile.

“Using the opponent’s force against them. Once you’re ready, we can start having you spar with Chopper’s human form”

“He’s heavy though! He’d squash me easily”

“That’s why I said once you’re ready! Besides, he’d hold back so you can get your form correct. He’s a better choice than Luffy, and Franky’s forearms would be too big to start with. Though, I suppose you could use Usopp too. He should learn close combat” he explained, falling into a mutter at the end. You grunted an agreement.

“What about punching? Isn’t that how you’re supposed to fight?” you asked. The swordsman shook his head.

“When you’re a pirate on the Grand Line, there’s no ‘proper’ way to fight. Look at Luffy. He does whatever the hell he wants, and while a lot of that is punching, he uses his powers to make it unique. Franky does too. Nami uses lighting a lot, and Usopp is a sniper. Even that damn love cook doesn’t use his hands” he pointed out. You hummed in acknowledgement.

“Chopper punches” you observed. Zoro nodded.

“That’s why once you’re ready, you’re going to spar with him if he isn’t busy.”

“Why?”

“One of the first things a marine will do is swing at you with a sword, shoot, or go to punch you. Really, it’s easy to use very similar moves to pull the marine off balance by grabbing his gun or fist” he explained. You blanched at the thought of being shot at, brushing over the new scar on your arm. Your mind was beginning to hurt at all the knowledge being thrown at you in such a short time. You made a face as you massaged your temple.

“Don’t you guys run from marines a lot?” you asked. Zoro scoffed.

“Yeah. Our idiot captain gets us in trouble a lot. But most of those aren’t worth fighting, or we’re heavily outnumbered” he shrugged. You groaned and flopped back onto the wood floor.

“I’m not fast at all. Or have the stamina to run like you guys do” you admitted.

“Why don’t you run around with Luffy, Chopper and Usopp when they’re messing around? It’ll be a fun way to start to build stamina before I start with you” he said easily.

Your face burned at the words, and you let your gaze fall to the window. Before he starts building stamina with me? Would it be messing around in a different way? He cleared his throat suddenly, as if realizing what he said.

“Get up. You’re done with weights today, but not with your workout”

Your sigh turned into a groan as you heaved your body to stand upright.

“What fun do we have now, O Great One?” you asked sarcastically, smoothing your hair away from your face.

“Just for that, I’m pushing you harder” he smirked evilly. You swallowed, desperately trying not to imagine that smirk in a very different situation. One with less clothing. You looked away, desperately trying to will your desire away as you gazed out the window again. You heard him gulp some water before speaking again.

“Now get on your knees” he ordered. His voice had deepened slightly, probably due to the water. You didn’t care. As soon as the words left his mouth, your knees dropped. You winced when they thudded painfully on the hard wood as you felt your thighs jiggle slightly. You froze, slowly looking up at him as your face got hotter. Gods why did I have to be born obedient to this man. He looked at you in surprise, tinged with concern.

“Not a word” you breathed. Your face felt way too hot. You hid behind your hands.

“Not a goddamn word. Just tell me what you wanted me to do”

Your plea was met with silence. I’m going to die from embarrassment now. After a few moments, you peeked through your fingers. Zoro was looking at you openly, moving his blank gaze to your knees. He seemed torn. Between what, you had no idea. Probably disgust and his promise to you as a member of his crew. You looked away, suddenly invested in the bench nearby.

“Hey. Tell me what you wanted me to do” you spoke softly, but it seemed to break him out of his thoughts. You still weren’t looking at him.

"I uh. You can’t do it anymore”

Your heart sank. He really was disgusted then.

“Ah. I’ll uh. I’ll leave then”

“Wait! Why?”

You looked at him, trying to hide the hurt by overplaying confusion.

“You just said I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“Yeah, the exercise. You hurt your knees doing that, and it’s painful to do when your knees are bruised. I had to think of a different one to work the same muscles” he explained. His voice was level, like nothing just happened.

Right. The exercise.

“Ah” you replied eloquently. Zoro scratched the back of his head, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“I want you to do squats, each time as if you’re going to sit on the ground. Go as low as you can in a stance slightly wider than your hips, ideally so you’re a few inches above the ground. Stand in front of a wall in case you can’t get back up or fall back. Keep your hands clasped in front of your chest the whole time, unless you’re using the wall to help yourself back up. Do sixty to start – three sets of twenty, or however you want to break it up” he said clinically. You nodded.

“What are you going to do?” you asked meekly. He pointed to his ridiculously oversized weights.

“If you want to, take notes on my form when I lift. I don’t want you hurting yourself by accident” he said.

You nodded. You did take notes on his form as he lifted, watching how he stabilized himself and which muscles he seemed to work as the angles of his lifting changed. You firmly locked away the horny part of you in your mind, too embarrassed to let it run free again.

You let the burn of your muscles override your desire, approaching the situation with a clinical observation. The rest of the training session passed the same way. He paused to instruct you in your workout as he worked with his weights, efficiently describing different body weight exercises that worked your legs, abs, back and shoulders. He lifted his gaze occasionally to make sure your form was correct, and bark out reminders to keep your back straight or to engage your core.

Eventually, you collapsed onto your back, groaning as your abs protested.

“Rest up here until you can climb back down” Zoro said. He seemed amused at your pain, but you were too exhausted to make a retort. Something thudded by your arm, and you let your head loll to the side to look down. A water bottle.

“You need to stay hydrated, or you’ll be even more sore”

You groaned again in response, but hauled yourself up and greedily drank the water. Some ran in small rivulets down your chin, but you didn’t care. It was hot and stuffy with all the windows closed, and you were sweating. You moaned at the chill of the water and dumped the rest over your head. You slicked wet hair back from your face as you gasped. You finally felt like you could breathe again.

“Ohh fuck that feels good” you moaned. A loud thunk sounded across the room, and you glanced towards the sound. Zoro was facing away from you, breathing heavily as he picked up the weight he dropped. He must’ve really been working harder than you thought because even the back of his neck was red. Sweat was dripping down his back, and his shoulders were heaving from his breath.

“Should I open a window for a bit? You look like you’re overheating” you asked, slightly concerned. He grunted an affirmation in response, and you hissed as you forced yourself to stand on shaky legs. You muttered curses under your breath as you made your way to the window. You opened it and collapsed on the bench situated under it.

Looking out, the weather seemed steady for now. It was overcast and breezy, and there seemed to be sunlight streaming through ahead.

“If this keeps up, we might have a beautiful sunset” you observed.

“You’d have to ask the witch”

You flinched at how close the voice was to you. You sent him a glance, noticing he still seemed flushed from his workout. You patted the bench next to you as you moved further away from the open window. He sat and turned his head towards the breeze.

“Don’t be rude to Nami. She’s amazing at what she does, and makes sure we have enough money. You wouldn’t have booze otherwise” you chided. He merely grunted. Comfortable silence enveloped the room for a few minutes as the two of you watched the sea.

“Aren’t you supposed to stretch or something after you work out too?” you asked.

“Typically, yeah. Before and after. But with your muscles so new to this exertion, it might help you to stretch in a hot bath. I forgot to mention that last time. But we’ll always stretch before we begin our training sessions” he explained. His gaze shifted a little out to sea. He sounded distracted.

“Something wrong?” you asked, following his gaze. You didn’t see anything.

“Maybe not… but I’ll check with the witch” he muttered. He grabbed the transponder snail and clicked on the speaker system from the crows nest.

“Oi. Nami. Something seems weird ahead. Everything okay?”

“OIIIII!!! ZOROOOO!! CAN WE EAT IT?!” Luffy cried from below.

“Shut up!”

“It’s a storm! Everyone in their places! Thanks Zoro!” cried Nami. Zoro swore, rushed to grab his swords and don them before gesturing to you.

“Let’s go. This could be either brutal or really quick. Either way, you don’t want to be up here.”

You stood on unsteady legs, the sudden waves making the Crow’s Nest sway more than the lower deck. You stumbled, landing on your already bruised knees. You hissed in pain. An arm wrapped around your middle as the swordsman helped you stand before crouching down in front of you with his back open.

“Get on my back” he ordered. You slung your arms and legs over him, gripping on for dear life with your forearms around his throat as the boat swayed the opposite way. His hands gripped yours and yanked them away from his neck so he could breathe.

“Oi! Don’t strangle me!”

“Stop complaining and get us out of here!” you snapped. You felt the vibration of him muttering under his breath as he sped down the ropes. You squeaked at the speed paired with the swaying, and tucked your face into the back of his neck.

He landed easily on the deck, and knocked you on your butt as he sped off to help with the ropes. The ship tilted suddenly, sending Brook stumbling into you. You caught his light frame and steadied him.

“YO HO HO HO! Thank you! I don’t know what I should be doing or where I should be. Should I play a song?” he said, producing a violin from nowhere. You tucked his statement away for later.  

“Whatever you want to do. I’m going to ask Nami and Franky if I should do something” you said in reply, rushing off up the stairs to the helm. As you reached them, you stumbled into Franky with the sudden lilt of the deck. It was your first storm on the grand line, and you didn’t really have your sea legs. Franky caught you, riding the swaying easily. You smiled your thanks.

“Do you want me to do something?” you called over the rising wind. Nami turned to you, shaking her head.

“It should be over in a half hour. Just sit tight until then” she instructed. You nodded, watching Franky and trying to copy his easy stance. Brook’s song started from the deck, giving you peace of mind. You stumbled again.

“How do you do it?” you asked the cyborg. He turned to you.

“Eh? Do what?”

“Stand and walk so easy on the ship when it’s like this” you gestured at the rising waves, and promptly nearly fell on your ass. Franky caught you easily again.

“Ahhh. That. Well, you just gotta ride the waves. You can’t fight it. Loosen your hips and knees. You gotta be part of the boat to ride the waves like a boat, ya know? The ocean can’t be tamed” he explained with his typical overexaggerated movements. You turned to the bow and deck of the ship, watching how they move, and preparing to move easily with the waves.

As the bow rose, the deck followed, and next would be the helm. You prepared for the rise of the floor beneath you, loosening your hips and knees as Franky suggested. You didn’t stumble. You blinked in surprise. You watched as the bow fell over the crest of a wave, dragging the ship with it. You prepared your body for the drop of the boat, and you only stumbled a little as the boat crashed into the water. You were getting it.

This lasted for about fifteen minutes, during which the churning in your stomach rose to overwhelming nausea. You didn’t notice Franky observing you closely as your face paled. You gagged, and stumbled over to the railing, emptying your stomach of the water from before. You continued to retch and gag, dizzy and getting a headache from the constant movement. A large hand rubbed your back and stroked your hair as you dry heaved. During a break, you looked shakily behind you to see the large man.

“I’d take you below deck but it’s worse if you don’t have fresh air” he muttered. Nami looked over at you sympathetically, and you groaned.

“Let me take you to the grass. It’ll help ground you but also it’s where the ship is moving the least” Franky continued. He walked you down the stairs, then disappeared briefly to grab a bucket. You leaned heavily against the railing, shaking and shivering.

Franky picked you up bridal style and carried you to the rear of the deck, so you could lean against the wall while sitting on the grass. You groaned as he sat you down, rain pelting your face as the ship tilted again. You heard Luffy somewhere whooping with joy. You wanted to punch him.

“Lay down sideways so you can smell the grass. It sounds weird but trust me. Smell affects sea sickness” he said. You flopped down onto the wet grass, shivering at the cold touch. You focused on inhaling and exhaling, trying to find the scent of the grass under the heavy salt of the sea and the cold of the rain. You felt the lurching of the ship and the shudders as it landed harshly on the water. You gagged a few times, propping yourself up onto arm to stick your head over the bucket. You distantly heard Franky calling for Chopper.

Soon enough, the reindeer entered your field of vision, holding medicine. You moaned in relief.

“Eh? You’re seasick? Why are you on a ship then? Shihehehe Do you need meat?” Luffy’s voice came from your feet, and you kicked out weakly, nudging his leg. Chopper fed you the medicine, which tasted strongly of ginger. You turned to the doctor, beckoning him closer to be heard over the storm.

“Thanks Doc. But tell Luffy if he says anything dumb to me one more time while I’m like this, I will throw him into the ocean once I can” you weakly threatened. Chopper nodded, fearful of your threat. He relayed the threat to Luffy while pushing him away. You collapsed back onto your side. It was a few minutes before you felt a presence beside you. You squinted up through the rain to reveal Franky had come back to keep you company through the storm.

“You know, it’s better to be distracted while you’re seasick. So I’ve heard. A lot of people visit Water 7, and talk about how they were seasick on rough seas. I’ve never been seasick since I basically grew up around boats. I can tell you stories to keep you distracted through the storm” he said. His voice carried easily above the wind and crashing of the waves. You nodded, feeling your nausea begin to subside due to Chopper’s medicine.

“Sure, but if you say seasick one more time, I’ll make sure I puke on your swimsuit” you threatened. A flash of horror crossed the cyborg’s face.

“This is my favorite one!” he gasped dramatically. You cocked an eyebrow, a weak smile threatening to break your façade. You gagged again, shoving your head over the bucket. You were only dry heaving, which you were thankful for, but you never knew if something else would come up.

“Oi oi! Fine! But you have to listen to the SUUPERR Franky stories!” he declared. You grinned, nodding weakly. He told you stories of his time in Water 7, ruling the backstreets with the Franky Family. He told you how he met each member, and boasted their specialties, complete with examples in the form of mini side stories.

You were so absorbed in his dramatic and expressive storytelling complete with odd dances that you hardly noticed when the waves began to die down; the bucket held in your hands forgotten. You only noticed the storm had fully passed when Brook sat down nearby, listening to Franky tell his stories. You shivered with your exhaustion and the cold of the water drying from your skin. Chopper trotted up, checking on you. You thanked him with a tired smile, which obviously made him really happy despite his words denying his emotions.

That night, while Sanji cooked a hearty meal full of meat for everyone else, you got a light soup and a small portion of plain rice, which you were immensely grateful for. You were hungrier than you realized, having done a full workout on top of emptying your stomach repeatedly. Your body needed the nutrients. You shyly asked Sanji for seconds, which he gladly gave you, landing a kick on Luffy when he tried to sneak your soup. Once you were full, you noticed just how exhausted you really were. You were still chilled, having only dried off and changed clothes. Yet, you couldn’t sleep due to the bone-deep chill that persisted no matter if you were snuggled in blankets or not.

You trudged up to the bath, which was only occupied by Robin. She let you join her readily. You had a sneaking suspicion she knew of your crush on Zoro, and you were too tired to even be embarrassed to be seen naked. Or to be flustered by her perfect body.

The warm water felt heavenly on your skin as you scrubbed the day’s grime off. Sinking into the soaking bath felt euphoric, and you moaned unrestrained as you sunk into the water. Robin giggled from the other side of the bath.

“Rough day?” she asked.

“Ugh. Yeah. I’m exhausted” you replied easily.

“What happened to your knees?” she asked innocently. Your gaze fell down to your knees, peeking just barely above the surface of the bath. They were bruising. Your face flushed as you remembered the incident with Zoro. You sighed. You’d already embarrassed yourself more than enough today, plus Robin wouldn’t be one to judge.

“When I was training with Zoro today… he basically ordered me to get on my knees. Of course, if a man like Zoro, who is shirtless, sweaty and attractive as all hell, tells you to get on your knees, by god you do. So I didn’t even slow down my fall really. I just literally dropped to my knees without thinking about it. God I’m such a sub” you muttered the last part quietly, but it didn’t go unheard if Robin’s quiet laugh was anything to go by.

“How did he react?”

“He was quiet for a bit, but eventually told me I couldn’t do the exercise he had planned anymore because of my knees so he had me do squats and sit-ups and other exercises while he worked with his weights. Of course, at first I thought he was telling me I couldn’t train with him anymore” you admitted. Robin hummed.

“Well you should stretch in the bath then. I’ll stay with you to make sure you don’t fall asleep in here”

You sent her a tired smile, remembering that Zoro had told you to stretch earlier.

“Mmm. Thanks. You know, you’re so peaceful to be around” you said as you began stretching you legs. You hissed at the feeling and glanced up at your companion. She was beaming at you, a genuine smile curving her lips.

“Thank you” she said quietly. You hummed, focusing back on stretching.

“Do you want me to massage your shoulders? They’re hard to stretch”

“Uh… If you’re offering, sure… but I don’t know how it would work when I’m stretching and leaning away from you”

Robin smirked, raising her arms elegantly so her hands were by opposite shoulders, palms facing up. You jolted as hands erupted from your back and began massaging your shoulders. You grunted at the feeling, wincing now and again when she hit a particularly sore spot.

“Oh. Thanks”

You finished stretching your muscles, with Robin adding in some advice here and there to move more effectively. Exhaustion was causing you to sway and stumble as you dressed yourself in pajamas. She guided you to your bed and tucked you under the blanket. You heard a whispered “goodnight” as your eyes closed, unconsciousness welcoming you back to the world of dreams.

[strawberryfaced]

pencil, cupcake, backyard, freckles

(from the soft asks post) :P

from this ask game :)

pencil: do you own a journal? I don’t anymore but I have owned over 15 probably!!!!! I have so many unfinished journals I don’t even know anymore dude. but also another weird thing is that. I’m always getting new fresh journals with pretty covers but then the time comes and I just. don’t use them because I’m like ok… but what if I mess it up and waste the journal. so obviously in this situation the genius smart answer is to Not Use It At All. but I promise someday I’ll get to using them :3

cupcake: are you a good cook?……………… I will not elaborate on this question but the answer is far from yes. but I remain hopeful that someday I will Learn :)

backyard: did you ever have an imaginary friend? no I haven’t actually!!! I think it’s mostly that I have had an ok amount of friends as a kid and naturally I enjoy being around real people I think! (it’s just that that enjoyment has unfortunately died down a little bit as I am growing up hehe. but I still would call myself a pretty outgoing person :]) but I will say that I was always had a weirdly close relationship with myself. it’s kind of so Weirdly close that sometimes it’s like my own imaginary friend? I definitely think talking to yourself is normal and stuff and I do that a lot but it’s also that a lot of the time I feel like I. separate from myself so much? like into 2 different people who interact with each other sometimes? it was so Intense sometimes I thought I maybe had DID for a bit but I don’t think I do! but yeah!!!!! I would say sometimes I am my own imaginary friend :]

freckles: most worn article of clothing? ohhhhhhhhhhhh I love dressing up. I love wearing cute clothes I love this question. OK SO.

I have this pink big sweater that I absolutely loveeeeeeeee. but I only really get to wear it in the winter because. I cannot handle heat let alone wear a big warm sweater in non cold season.

this cute light green tshirt that says “life is better when you’re camping with friends” and then it has 3 cats in a van. that’s my comfort tee:)

but when I am feeling Pretty I like to wear specific shirts: one is a crochet/knitted (not sure which one) blue, black and white shirt with buttons down the middle :) it makes me feel so. whimsical and sweeet for some cute reason!!!!

then there’s this gray shirt with buttons in the middle too but only at the top. it has a cute silly bottom which I love and it also fits on me so perfectly :)

last one is a brownish creamish long sleeve. it’s basically the same as the last one but the sleeves and colour are different and it has an extra layer inside!!! essentially a winter version of the previous

[atyd1960]

In honour of Taylor Swift announcing on Speack Now TV, I decided to make a series of SN tracks as Marauders era wlw ships

Part 1: Mine- Zablack (Narcissa Black x Louise/Mrs Zabini), Narcissa’s PoV.

“You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables

Left a small town, never looked back

I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin'

Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts”

In a muggle au:

Louise and Narcissa both grew up surrounded by wealth, on the high end of the social anarchy- and yet they were miserable due to their abusive families, and the need to hide themselves- their sexuality, passions, dreams and wishes.

Louise’s family came from France, and she was a first\second generation emigrant in the UK. She grew up in a pushy small town, and was a brilliant student. The moment she turned 18 she left home for collage- and never looked back.

Narcissa grew up in the big city, and never really found her place amongst all the shining lights, crowded roads, and everlasting towers.

On the one hand, she had Bellatrix- the perfect daughter, who - almost effortlessly - achieved their parents’s expectations time and time again and became the proper, psycho heir they wished for. On the other hand- she had Andy, who ran away to live her truth.

Narcissa tried to find balance between all those different realities that surrounded her.

She used to want to be a lot of things; a pirate, a pilot, a vet- but those dreams quickly faded as she attempted to fit into her parents’s restraining vision of herself.

Now that she was all grown up, she didn’t really know anything. The doubt in her place- should she run? Should she stay? Grew bigger every day.

When Narcissa met Louise, she finally felt, possibly for the first time ever, that she found her place. She had someone who understood her, and loved her even with the challenges that came with with it. Their affair felt like a fairy tale, and when Louise rapped her arms around Narcissa for the first time, she knew everything changed.

They spoke a lot about their families, and always promised they wouldn’t “repeat their perants’ mistakes.” They wouldn’t put status above love. They wouldn’t go mad hiding who they are and regret not living up to their dreams.

The two of them got to know each other, and Narcissa’s parents pretty much approved of their “friendship”. They built a life together, and only then did they begin to understand their differences, and the struggles they should face as a sapphic couple. They clung to their love with teeth and claws as the vision of a perfect future slipped from their fingers and got farther and farther from them, out of reach.

Narcissa have never been truly loved, and just as Andy left her all those years ego, she expected to be left again and come back to the same old miserable place she grew up in.

Louise was nothing less then a warrior, tho. And she knew how to get what she wanted. She held on not only to their love, but to their promises and memories. In the end they managed to figure things out and stick together.

P. 1 / 2 / 3

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Super excited for all your wips! 👀👀

How do you render your drawings they look so cool!

*SWEATS* Mamser, I literally have no idea what I even do while I make art—

My rendering isn't that grand nor complex (and I don't think there is any rendering. They're mostly all just flats with barely any shading or lightning with this cartoony-anime mixed style), compared to other authors who also draw their character portraits for their IF's.

It's simple and workable, like my artstyle, and I don't think it'll get more complicated than that! If it works for me, then it works.

I don't have any big brain wisdom I can impart on you or for any other budding artists, because I'm no professional and is merely self taught, but I may have some personal ones:

Steal like an artist. Find something in someone else's artstyle that you really like and adapt that to your own! Artstyles are a personal mishmash of the artists you look up to, and not all are the same even if you and someone else may have the same artistic idols. This is different from tracing, however. I DO NOT encourage tracing over someone else's work and claiming it as your own. That is stealing, you utter criminal, and I will dropkick you if you do that.

Practice. Old wisdom, but it works and it's true. You don't become Bob Ross or Leonardo Da Vinci in a day after all. It's a struggle and it'll be frustrating, but I promise once you learn to draw the thing you finally want to draw, the high from reaching that achievement is absolutely real and so, so worth it.

References. If you think you can draw a sitting position freestyle from your brain, you're wrong, because when you look at a reference of that then at your sketch, you're gonna see a lot of mistakes in the anatomy, poses, perspective etc,. So, please, stockpile your references for every possible thing that you'll be drawing, because you'll absolutely need them.

Have fun. As artists we tend to compare our work to those who we think are better in the craft, when in reality we all are just trying to get better in what we do. Look, it doesn't matter if a 3 year old can recreate Mona Lisa in perfect detail, if you enjoy doing your work then that's already enough. I prefer to see "better" artists as inspirations to try and achieve more, not as some unachievable pedestal. You can achieve that too! May not be as quick as the rest, but you will get there in your own pace. Art is a journey, not a race. Take your time, learn what you want to learn, and have fun!

Experiment. You gotta if you wanna find out what stuff sticks with you and what doesn't. It also helps you find out a technique you might like for sketching, lineart, coloring etc., or if you just wanna get the hang of something first! OR if you wanna try out a new artstyle! Art is a science, in a way. A wonderful alchemy of color, wrist pains, and shrimp posture!

Also thank you for showing excitement for my WIPs, anon! I'm trying me best to work on all of them. You get a mwah from me. 😭💙💙💙

Free art from L? How scandalous! This is also just an excuse for me to ramble about my other characters amongst my 200+ bucket of them.

Some of these are old, but I just wanna share 'em for the funsies.

And, yes, the light blue haired, dark blue eyed lady in black and glasses and guy in a green parka with a resting bitch face are Carmen and Everest, Ophelia's older siblings. I also have Weylyn's older siblings, Bleddyn and Riekka, but I plan on reworking their design first. Why do I have so many redesign plans for so many characters.

1. Random character I drew for Religions Class last semester. I loved her design, so I kept her. No name yet, sadly 😭

2. Rival Agent Team in The Company. No names yet, though purple haired gal is named Agent Carrion. All of the designs and colors were from picrews, I just changed whatever was needed to suit my own preferences.

3. Lucian and Louise Dagohoy doing a clothes swap (2020). They're siblings I love dearly. They'll show up in an IF soon. I have big plans for them.

4. Carmen and Everest. Had this for months now, and I had no idea when to show it. Might refine their design a bit when I have the time.

5. Mint. Yes, her name is Mint. Not a Familiar, but a different kind of Fae entirely. Did this on my phone in 2019(?). I was bored at the time, and wanted to do a simple doodle, so I drew Mint about to eat a carrot.

6. - 7. MSPaint doodles from 2021, during a boring class if I remember. First one's Quentin the Monarch Fae king because it's been a while since I drew that man, then Louise. She's usually drawn happy all the time, but I wanted to make her sad, so I did. Not that hard to draw on MSPaint, really. Great for lineless practice because there are no layers.

8. - 10. Raphael, Gabriel and Michael Zealon. A pair of twins and an older brother. They have the old designs of High Court Angels (this was 2021), and their conversation was based on a tweet I saw on Twitter. Don't ask why. I'm too sleep deprived to answer.

And if you're wondering what art program I use, I either use MSPaint (when I'm bored) or FireAlpaca (for most of my works). The drawing tablet I use is a Huion H430p. It's smaller compared to the normal drawing tablet (H640p) of Huion, and it's as big as a standard notebook.

I would add 20 more art if I were on my laptop right now (and also because most of my art is stored there), but that'll be all for now.

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Unlikely Places - Chapter 33 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter: 33 - Magical All-Knowing Abilities

"Damnit Jackson, I am so sorry," he breathed in deeply and we stayed like that for a few moments more before he leaned back a bit to look me in the eyes.

"God. I hope you know I never once doubted you or your work. Vernon has been acting shady for a while now and not just with you. I wanted something concrete and used this moment but when I saw how stressed out you got, it wasn't worth it to me at all! I wanted to nix it all right there and just handle it another way but my gosh you were amazing. You handled it yourself superbly. You took my breath away."

I looked back at Pierce as he talked, his words flying out a mile a minute.

As they registered a light blush tinged my cheeks.

I had never considered that Pierce was acting all along, giving an opening for me to give him evidence in a sure-fire way to prove culpability for HR purposes.

Pierce started speaking again as he saw that I was finally starting to understand.

"Firing people isn't easy nor should it be taken lightly. Mr. Johnstone and I knew after the last meeting that he was no longer suitable for this company but knowing and proving are two different things. We both figured he would make another similar attempt to discredit you and you would be able to prove it."

"Why didn't you mention this to me?" I asked, still feeling a little hurt that he hadn't clued me in.

Did he not trust me?

"I honestly didn't think about it. When I am with you the last thing, I wanted to talk about was Vernon. I never once considered that you would take my words to heart. I've watched you and your work for three years. I know your standards are solid gold."

I was startled by Pierce's three years comment but Pierce kept talking not giving me time to really let that sink in.

"All in all, I am the owner. I had to remain neutral during the meeting. I didn't show you favoritism because I really didn't think I had to. I was so shook when I saw the panic on your face. The thought of you having an anxiety attack because of this about killed me. I would never intentionally put you in that position. I just wasn't thinking. I promise I won't do it again."

I couldn't help but give a light chuckle as Pierce continued to profusely apologize to me.

His sincerity was really very sweet.

"You know, you could just tell me next time," I pointed out with gruff sarcasm.

"I'm game with helping you but I can't really help if I don't know you have something you want me to help you with."

"Is this your nice way of saying, I am an idiot?"

"If that's how you want to take it," I quipped back feeling it was the least he deserved.

Pierce chuckled and ruffled my hair before finally releasing my head and pulling back with a long, tired sounding sigh.

"That ass-hole," he suddenly exclaimed.

"You don't know how hard it was for me to keep my mouth shut while he was obviously trying to set you up for a fall and those other two just sitting there letting him," he continued, sounding disgusted.

My heart that had felt bruised only moments before beat with happiness now.

Knowing he had never doubted me made all the difference.

These extremes of emotions I had been put through in the last hour was yet another new experience I could chalk up to Pierce since meeting him.

The highs and lows were somewhat exhausting, I thought ruefully but I couldn't let everything he just said slide. I myself needed to speak up.

"P-Pierce," I stuttered out.

His eyes, already on me, sharpened at my stuttered calling of his name.

He abruptly sat forward again and grabbed my hand.

"Why are you stuttering?"

I shook my head at him.

There was no good explanation as to why.

I was a bit surprised myself as I felt rather calm.

It just happened that way. I was used to it.

"T-that doesn't matter," I managed.

"There's something m-more important to talk about."

"What?" he asked still holding onto my hand, his thumb absently rubbing across my knuckles.

I wasn't sure if he was even aware of doing it but I most certainly was.

Trying to distract myself from the feelings his caressing thumb was creating I focused on what I needed to say.

"D-don't be hard on T.J. or Amber. It's not like they really h-had a choice."

Pierce frowned at me.

"Of course, they did Jackson. Everyone has a choice and they chose wrong."

I nodded in agreement.

"Okay. I maybe s-said that wrong but put yourself in their sh-shoes. Amber is just an intern. She is here to learn. This is a teaching moment for her, not a punishment moment."

Pierce gave a sudden quick jerk of his head in agreement.

"Okay. I concede that but the same doesn't apply to T.J."

I cocked my head at Pierce.

He could be so fierce at times.

I wondered if it was because I was involved that it was making him even more inflexible.

"Please, c-cut T.J. some slack, too," I requested softly.

Pierce abruptly released my hand and slapped his palm down on his thigh.

"Damnit Jackson, why? He's a grown ass man that didn't have the guts to speak up. Do you think I want to keep someone like that around here?"

I sighed.

I understood his point.

He wasn't wrong.

I just didn't think he was looking at all the evidence though without some bias.

"Look at T.J., Pierce. Since the first day I met him he has never looked h-happy or comfortable. He has never looked anything but stressed and I can only imagine the pressure Vernon's put on h-him. The both of them. He's not a happy man. I would not be surprised to learn Vernon threatened him in some way."

"That m-means a Team Leader in your company most likely browbeat an employee. Isn't that as much your responsibility to handle and fix and right the wrong done to him and maybe others? I don't think T.J. needs to be f-fired. Maybe j-just retrained."

Pierce grimaced as I spoke.

I could tell he hadn't considered anyone else's feelings but mine.

Though that made me happy in so many ways, it wasn't fair.

I wasn't the only one Vernon had messed with.

I actually might even be his luckiest victim.

Pierce stared at me for long moments before he leaned forward in his seat, his forearms resting across his splayed legs, his fingers steepled.

"You're really cute all the time but you are totally sexy when you use that brain of yours."

I didn't pull back when what followed his words was a long deep kiss that was the true definition of sexy. 

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Counterparts : Morpheus x OC chapter 8

Prologue

Chapter 1: sometimes reality sucks

Chapter 2 : Welcome back to reality

Chapter 3 : A rough nightmare

Chapter 4: Crumbling

Chapter 5 : Falling to pieces

Chapter 6: Reunited

Go check my other story: Raven's daughter.

Chapter 8

The Fates

Morpheus spoke no word since he came back from his journey through people dreams gathering gifts, so I can only guess he’s not delighted with the next part coming.  Just walking forward, eyes barely moving, just single purpose on his mind. I bet if I were to turn around now he wouldn’t even notice me gone. Like I said, tunnel vision. Quite literally.

-Don’t even think about retreating – he warns. This little emo kid is reading through my fears like an open book. Freaking subconsciousness. He’s got leverage In his own Realm and I don’t like that at all.

-Get out of my head!

-Telling me what to do again? – He stops but doesn’t turn around. I walk past him like nothing happened which leaves him surprised. – What? No snarky comeback from you now?

-Nope – I say emphasizing the “p” – I made a promise I intend to keep, so …. No sarcasm. For now. Focus on the task, remember. I mean, I have a life to get back to and only so long of a paid leave.

-So be it.

We stand at the clearing on the crossroad. This dark side of the Dreaming is perfect for summoning the Fates. Mix it up with the dark, moonless night, howling wind and some lightning in the distance and we got a horror atmosphere. Not-so-funny thing about this genre is that someone always ends up dead.

-Do you want me to summon them with you?

-I would not ask you for that. I can smell your fear of doing so.

-I have a pretty good reason for that. Remember last time? The Inflexible was not particularly pleased with me bending the Reality in order to save human life.

Flashback

In the middle of the night I was standing at a London bridge staring at the water when I heard light footsteps approaching me.

-What did you do, Reality? – a ominous whisper behind my ear send chills down my spine

-It was not his time. – I simply answer

-Since when you are the one to decide that? We are the Fates. We are the guardswomen of human life. We decide whether to cut the strand of one. Not you. You have overstepped.

-I never wanted any fray with you – I turn to look at the Fates, now facing the Maiden. Possibly, the most gentle one – And for that, I apologize. But this man, he was the only one to care for his family. His younger sisters and his sick mother. Surely, it was not his time. I don’t believe that some people are actually meant for suicide. That doesn’t seem fair.

-Life is not fair and you should know that well enough.

-Is it so much of a sin to show one different perspective?

-It’s called manipulation, Reality. Kayleen – the maiden spoke

-This time, we will let you off with a warning, but beware of your next steps. We shall not tolerate you crossing our paths again.

Ok, I’m screwed. Sometimes I wonder, how the heck am I supposed to serve my purpose. I’m not supposed to mess with Fates and Destiny. I can’t influence dreams and nightmares and get on Morpheus bad side. I gotta curb  Desire and Despair without them taking over my brain. And most of all, in all that mess called Reality, I have to protect people and guard the doors to the Realms. I’m gonna get myself through identity crisis if it keeps going on.

End of flashback.

-I quite remember getting you a raven for protection after that.

-That was you? I never knew – I look at him surprised. – I suppose a thank you is long overdue then – I nod to him. – Anyway, since I’m here I might as well help you in your efforts, shall I?

Without a word he takes my hand in his, ever so lightly and starts the spell.

-I, Lord Morpheus ……….

-I, Lady Kayleen ……….. – I flinch when I have to address myself as “Lady”

-Dream of the Endless …..

-Reality of the Waking …….

-Summon the Fates – there, he said it. 

-The three who are one, the one who is three – I continue

-The Hecate – we say together as we wait for them to arrive. Even though the spell is now over, Morpheus does not let go of my hand, squeezing it gently. I don’t know if he’s seeking comfort or trying to give one to me but I don’t yank it off. 

After a second we notice three women in white robes (well, I can’t really see the color because of the darkness, but they always wear white), staring at us.

-Morpheus, it’s been a while – the Maiden speaks. – And Kayleen, a long time passed since our last encounter.

-You look thin loves.  Are you eating?  Are you hungry? – the middle- aged replaced the maiden.

-He is, but not for food – the oldest chimes in – As for her, seems like it was not her volition to be here. Still remember the last warning, don’t you, dear? – she says towards me - Look at them, they want something.

-You’ve found us out – Morpheus speaks for us both - We want something. We need your help. – yeah, right, WE need help. 

-Help?  Oh, look at them. Like you helped us against Circe, Morpheus? Like you saved souls from us, Kayleen? – the eldest is clearly mad.

-Circe is old business, sister-self – the middle-aged  tries to reason with her – and dispute with Reality is water under the bridge.

-And they did bring nice stuff – the youngest is clearly intrigued with the gift Morpheus is hiding beneath his coat.

Without hesitation he lifts the cloak and a serpent reveal itself. The serpent – I think to myself – a symbol of rebirth. Makes sense now. The snakes trail his way through the Fate arm and disappear in her mouth. Swallowed in whole. If that’s not creepy and disguising like hell than I don’t know what is. I involuntarily shake, but Morpheus hand squeeze mine again keeping me grounded. For a split second he breaks his gaze on Fates and look at me, silently ensuring that nothing wrong can happen to me since he’s there.  Very rare example of positivity coming from being the counterparts – mental communication.

-You may ask us three questions – the middle fates finally speaks.

-And get one answer from each.

-Thank you ladies – Morpheus gently bows his head, showing gratefulness. – My first question – I had a leather pouch of sand. It was stolen from me. Where is it now?

With a blink of an eye we are no longer in the crossroad. We are standing on the street of my city, surrounded by the crowd of people. The rain is pouring and there’s one very significant person who is distinctive. She seems fairly familiar….

- It was sold in London. Last known purchase to a buyer named Johanna Constantine.

No wonder she seemed familiar. We have met before on some unusual occasion but that’s a story for another time. Besides, Morpheus had some …. history….with her ancestor.

Constantine – he furrows his brows. – I knew a Constantine, but that was 300 years ago… -  so, he still remembers….

I use his hesitation to try and gather something useful for us before he stops me.

-You said last purchased, does she still have the sand?  - I ask getting another squeeze, this time it’s more painful as if Dream is trying to remind me of my place.

-Reality, Dream, you know better than that. You get one question,  one answer.

-Apologies – Dream says meekly eyeing me - second question…..

-Go on dear – since it’s second, the middle aged appears in front of us.

-My helm, what happened to it?

Another vision surround as and we find ourselves in some kind of basement with pentagrams draw on the floor. Someone was clearly playing with dark magic. I notice Morpheus’ eyes twitch as it reminds him of his imprisonment and this time I grasp his hand giving him a reality check.

-It was traded away to a demon – falls the answer

-To which demon was it treaded? – he insist

-One question, one answer – the Fate remind.

-Last question – Morpheus surrenders - my ruby – who holds it now?

At this point we can see a middle- aged women, ruby hanging from her neck as she bows over the baby’s cradle. Her kids put his little hand up, his fingers reaching for the gem, grabbing it gently. 

-Your gem was passed from mother to a son …. – the eldest states.

-Where are they now? – Dream is perplexed. Can’t blame him. That was not a fulfilling answer. 

-You have asked your questions! – The fates scream in one voice and with a thunder and lighting they disappear.

So much for their help.

Me and Morpheus just stand there in silence, processing what just happened. That was …. Pretty terrifying, not gonna lie. But at the same time seems like I’m off the Fates’ hook for now. Didn’t one of them say “water under the bridge”?

-Kayleen? – Dream’s voice resonate in my head, hand still holding mine

-Yes?

-Are you all right?

-Sure. I mean, why wouldn’t I be? And why do you care all of a sudden?

-You’re under my protection so it would be rude to let anything happen to you – with that he releases his grip. I want to add something to that but I’m interrupted by Lucienne who’s stepping out of the shadows.

-My Lord - she bends to lift something from the ground and I can see it’s an egg – you did not give it to the Fates

-Because it was not meant for them – he answers his voice a bit hoarse and then it hits me. He’s trying to make it up to Cain and Abel for the loss of Gregory. As much as he can. I can’t help but give him a little smile and even though he does not reciprocate, the look in his eyes shows me that there’s nothing he would not do for the ones he cares about. I’m not sure if that includes me, though.  

After meeting the Fates we take a quick reroute to drop the gift to the brothers. We don’t have time to wait for them to find it and watch their reaction but I’m sure that at least Abel will be delighted. Fingers crossed Cain wont; call him a simp and won’t kill him again. These two are mentally unable to change.

Next stop is the bridge on the Dreaming waters, again. We won’t be exactly diving now, more like teleporting, but it’s still out-of –word experience.  For the hundreds of years I only travelled through them a couple times and it always left me feeling like throwing up. Damn that human part of me. Usually Morpheus just uses his sand so it makes me wonder why change the habit all of a sudden?

-May I ask where you off to, Sire? – Lucienne follows us, as Morpheus raise his hand to make a passage thought the waves.

-London – he simply states.

-Did you not spend 100 years there? – the librarian is surprised and speak without thinking as I hide a smirk. Who’s sarcastic now, Lucienne? -  Sorry – she quickly corrects herself as Morpheus give her a glance. - Why London?

-My sand was sold there. When I have it back I will seek out my helm. In Hell.

-Oh dear – I let out a moan. – Seems like an interesting trip. Can’t wait for that – I try to keep cool, but who am I kidding.

-Then will you grant me a favor? Take a raven – Lucienne pleads.

-No ravens. – Dream’s stubbornness leaves no room for discussion.

-If not for you then for me. A raven can travel through the realms. Keep me informed.

-I do not need a minder. I am Dream of the Endless

-Yes, and Dream of the Endless always has a raven – I remind him. Ever since we knew each other that was the quickest way of communication. Another advantage that it did not required us to meet in person.

-Jessamy was the last – he cuts us both off. He lets me through the waters first almost showing that I’ m in this mess with him and he won’t let me go until we finish - She is only human.

-That hurts – I joke, but no one laughs. Truly, its not funny and it really does hurt me inside. Maybe I too am just a human.  

-As was Roderick Burgess – Lucienne says quietly making sure her Lord can’t hear that I do, though.  - What could possibly go wrong? – she hangs her voice and right after we disappear I turn around look at her and give her a silent message. She nods her head as we have come to some sort of conclusion. A small agreement that Dream is not going to like.

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Queenie’s Fluffy New Year!!!

Hey friendos! I hope you’re out having a fun time as 2022 winds to a finish and 2023 comes up to greet us! If you want one convenient place to find all the fluffy New Year’s prompts I’ve filled so far, look no further - just check under the readmore for both tumblr and AO3 links! ;P

I don’t know why on earth I thought I’d be able to get all these NYE prompts done by, uh, NYE, so keep your eyes peeled the rest of this week as I work my way through the rest!

Have a safe, happy, and wonderful new year my friends, you’ve made this one incredibly sweet for me! 🥳

Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time - Abi/Nick - The Quarry If there was one thing Abi wasn't expecting to happen at the New Year's Eve party, it was Emma daring her to kiss Nick at midnight...and if there was a SECOND thing Abi wasn't expecting to happen at the New Year's Eve party, it was Nick WANTING to kiss her at midnight. tumblr AO3

A sweet solution for a New Year’s resolution - Laura/Max - The Quarry It's New Year's Eve, and wouldn't you know it, Max just found his list of resolutions...from last year. With the clock bringing them closer and closer to midnight, closer and closer to a new year, Laura promises she'll help him cross them all off, no ifs, ands, or buts! No matter how much Dora the Explorer that involves. tumblr AO3

Let There Be Light! (Or Something Suitably Glowy) - Ashley/Chris - Until Dawn Here is what Chris Hartley knows: (1) If something CAN go wrong in the Washingtons' lodge, it WILL go wrong (2) A NYE party is literally the WORST possible time for a random blackout to occur (3) He needs to stop going along with Josh's stupid plans (4) If he trips down the lodge's awful stairs in the dark he will most certainly die (5) Ashley Brown is totally holding his hand AND wearing his hoodie This wasn't the party he was expecting, but man, he's not about to complain. tumblr AO3

Cheers! - Fliss/Conrad - Man of Medan New Year's Eve parties are sort of MADE for guys like Conrad - they're an excuse to cut loose, drink a little too much, and generally be on your worst behavior. There's just one problem: It's hard to get your party on when you're missing your long-distance girlfriend as much as he is. Which is a lot. A whole lot, actually. (Alex's horrendous bartending skills aren't helping either.) Luckily for him, Julia might just have a few surprises hidden up her sleeve... tumblr AO3

Ring-ring-ringing in the new year - Sam/Josh - Until Dawn Sam didn’t realize just how much she missed the usual tradition of celebrating New Year’s Eve at the Washingtons’ house until they cancelled to do family stuff. She also (and here’s where it gets complicated) didn’t realize just how much she wanted to celebrate with Josh. Enough to stop pretending she doesn’t have a crush on him, maybe. Enough to call him while he’s at his family party and tell him, too. tumblr AO3

A different way to toast the new year - Chris/Josh/Ashley - Until Dawn It was hard to say when it had started, their strange little tradition, but the appeal of the New Year’s Day blaze was hard to deny: While everyone else was sleeping off the festivities of the night before, their resolutions already halfway abandoned by the time the hangover wore off, the three of them hunkered down in the Washington’s sprawling backyard and, well, did something a little more actionable than making themselves a million stupid promises to go to the gym more. They roasted the old year like a stale old bag of marshmallows. tumblr AO3

nearly midnight, near to you - Abi/Nick - The Quarry When Abi decides she has to leave the Hacketteer's New Year's Eve party early, the rest of the gang decides Nick should be the one to walk her home. It's awfully dark outside at that time of night, after all! And icy! And you never know when you might bump into a, uh...roving band of drunken sorority girls. He'll thank them later for pushing him out the door to walk with her...he just doesn't know it yet! tumblr AO3

An Entirely Predictable Proposal Problem - Ashley/Chris - Until Dawn Ashley isn't the world's biggest fan of surprises. She's...jumpy. That's why Chris has done his best to make it very, very, VERY clear that something big, something special, something involving a wedding proposal, is going to happen at the New Year's Eve party tonight. There's just, uh, one tiny problem with that. He may or may not have...hmm, how to say this...lost the ring. Maybe Ashley IS in for a surprise after all. tumblr AO3

Say cheese! Literally. Please just say it! - Chris/Josh/Ashley - Until Dawn There is, of course, an inherent danger that comes with trying to be the wisecracking jokester in your relationship: If you're not careful, your significant others might just, uh...take you seriously. And then go out of their way to get you "the one thing you said you wanted for the New Year's Eve party." And then expect you to remember whatever dumb thing you said at the time. New year, same old Chris - he can't remember exactly what it is he told them he wanted so badly, but it's pretty safe to assume it was some kind of cheesy joke, right? Right??? tumblr AO3

Let's Have Another Round - The Kirkwall Crew - Dragon Age II First Day at the Hanged Man was a lot like any other day at the Hanged Man – the booze was bad, the food was worse, and everywhere you looked there was someone sleeping off the night before with their head in their arms. If there was any difference at all, and you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone astute enough to say there was, it was that the tavern’s usual air of bone-deep resignation buoyed up a touch or two until it was more like…exhausted resignation. A far cry from the celebratory cheer spreading across the rest of Thedas like a plague, sure, but refreshing nonetheless. Usually, anyway. It was usually a refreshing change. Today, not so much. Not without Hawke there. tumblr AO3