#i can't stand my own reflexion

[ghostsareskinny]

Am I ever gonna get there?

[mamieishere]

It's too much

MDNI for fuck' sake

disclaimer : pure lust, fingering, cuni, rough sex, no protection (plastic is fantastic), overstimulation, nipple play, cow girl, doggy, spanking, choking, curvy female reader, some aftercares

His lips were everywhere on you, your mouth, your neck and his hands... his hands were stimulating your clothed breasts.

- " Fuck, your tits are so big", he growled before tearing your shirt and ripping off your bralette. He pinched your nipples, rolled the buds between his digits. You moaned, before holding back the sounds the best you could, tip toed and kissing him. It won't last long before he took control back. Your tongues swirling against each other. He pressed your nipples into your tits, slashing a meow of pain mixed with neediness.

- "Hold on, let me adjust the mirror sweetie, i can't see you", once the mirror oriented towards you, he pushed you on the bed angerly, making his way to your cunt.

You never had been treated like this before. He was making out with your pussy like it was his last meal. He licked, bit and sucked on your labias, making a mess of you.

- "Let me-haaa, let me suck-su-sucking you baby", you moaned.

- "Patience little one. I'm not done with this pretty pussy yet", he laied bare your clit, exposing it to the cold air. "You ready?"

- "Ready for whaaaaaaaw...", you screamed. He was sucking on your decapitated bound of nerves, hard. Your body jolted and your legs wrapped around him. Still attached to your pussy, he pushed back your knees.

You weren't a mess anymore. It was more than that, you were drunk by your feelings. Moans and sobs falling endlessly from your mouth. Unfortunately, your sweet torture wasn't finished. He had more pressure on your clit and two fingers entered you. He curled them to reach your G spot. It was too much, you cum instantly in a pleading cry.

- "Come here, ride me little one. Be a good slut and make me a good show.", he sat against the wall, faced to the mirror and you mounted him, the suck part long forgotten. The stretch was breathtaking and warm. Your already sensitive cunt tried to absorb his cock. He noticed you were struggling with your weak legs, so he gave a a little kidney kick and bottomed out.

It's hot in here, too hot. This celling is so small and he's so big in you. He kissed your exposed neck. You started to put a slow pace. You felt his length brushing your cervix. The feeling was pleasant, a little odd but delicious. He spreaded his legs, his hands grope your hips.

- "That's it, up and down. Fuck, you look so hot in the mirror. You want to see? Huh? My little whore wants to see her fucked out state?". In no time, he made you pulling out of his lap and tossed you on your all four.

You were a babbling mess, totally fucked out. He didn't go in right away, instead he gave you little licks. Your body moved by its own, desperate for friction. He penetrated you again without warning and trusted merciless. Your hands went weak, and you finished head pressed on the mattress, ass up. He spanked you, the scream coming out of your mouth made you lifting your head up. He catched you, squeezing your throat and forced you to watched yourself in the mirror.

- "Look at you, engulfing me like a good bitch", his dick kept pushing on your gummy spot.

You weren't able to leave his reflexion in the mirror. His hand on your hips, fingers dug into the flesh, one knee on the mattress, one feet on the ground for support. His trusts kept going harder and harder. "Baby, I'm going to cum on your back, don't move". He pulled out. Your heard him stroking his dick and felt big trails of cum landing on your back.

Overstimulated and completely gone, you didn't feel him standing up. He came back with the warm glove to clean you. This time, the sensation was too much, and you cum undone from the glove, your body jolted. No noise left your lips.

Maybe he was a little more grounded than you but seeing your pretty pussy covered with your cum drove him crazy. He thrown the ruined glove on the side, pushed you on your stomack. He licked, again. He licked you clean, his fingers tossing on your clit, until you cum desperately for the third time of the night. Your juice covered his chin. You squirted on him. You hide yourself, ashamed.

- "Don't hide little one, it was so sexy", he cooed. His gaze showering you with love.

- "Baby, I... I need t-to pee", you said. You tried to stand up but your legs were sore. Your way to the restroom was erratic and made him laugh.

He helped you reaching the toilet. Once you've done, he grabbed your hand and helping you back to the bed. He layed down next to you, spooning your exhausted body.

One thing you couldn't know, he will wake up the morning after by the smutest way possible.

[daiseukiis]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀"I'VE NEVER SEEN TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS, WELL, YOU'RE BOTH JUST DOWN RIGHT UGLY THOUGH."

'an unregistered high grade cursed spirit?! is she the one that set this up?!' fushiguro stands his ground as his fists clench hard, sweat dripping the side of his forehead.

"excuse me?! did you just call me ugly?!" kugisaki points her finger at the cursed spirit, a tick mark over her head. the female cursed spirit just smiles, tilting her head to the side and pissing the sorcerer more than she needs to be.

"your hair must be dyed, you look like a tangerine sweetie."

"i'm gonna kill this bitch!"

'is that what she's concerned about?' fushiguro sweatdrops as he watches the tension unfold between the two girls.

"kiyara! itadori!" he yells out to the two as he runs to their direction, ignoring kugisaki and the cursed spirit's argument.

"i'm fine! thanks to him we got out in time." kiyara admits as yuji let's has hand unwrap around her waist. fushiguro bit his bottom lip and clenched his fists, guilt somehow sipping through his body. 'what the fuck...'

"you're a cursed spirit right? did you make this mess?" putting kiyara down itadori gets up and picks his cursed weapon, eyeing down the teenage looking cursed spirit.

"pretty, right?" her hands take the skull of a human which was positioned at the corner of the stage. she stares at it in fascination and traces her finger along its boney jawline. "i mean, all the curses you killed used to be human."

"what?"

"they were once human, just amplified their fear with my cursed energy and killed their souls. then, i turn them into my little puppets." throwing the skull right in front of the sorcerers and having a chain stab through it. planting her butt on the auditorium's stage, crossing her legs over each other and look down on the sorcerers.

"a cursed spirit that can turn humans into curses..?" their eyes widen, getting ready for battle. they watch as the thunder which struck behind her illuminated, her mind controls the chains that float above her body as she continued to gave the shamans a cocky smirk.

"usually i only kill those that don't have much time left in them, because i see how long you'll all live like a shinigami." she points her her green forest eyes that turn red in a single blink, shrugging her shoulders. "but that got boring ten years ago."

"and it looks like your time is up. die for me."

the cursed spirit's hand went up in the air, black mist formed within her grasp as it started to shape a scythe. in seconds it materialized into one that was decorated with skulls and red flowers. her one swing made shivers go down their spine.

in a blink of an eye the sorcerers disappeared from the cursed spirit's view causing her to be taken aback, confused by the change of scenery. while kiyara used her cursed energy to make illusions of them, their real bodies scattered and were unseen to her eyes.

"apologies, i forgot to introduce myself. i'm yoruko, to let you know who'll kill you." she stands up on the stage, grinning as she puts her scythe and hands behind her back. yoruko sways her body playfully and smiles mercilessly.

"now here's a pop quiz! what do humans fear the most?" her chains scatter to the gym floor, bringing her off the stage and onto the main floor. yoruko approaches the illusion of a trembling kiyara and fushiguro on the ground, her emotions not even once running wild and single handedly spinning her scythe.

"is it the sea? the dark? death is one of them, most definitely! but what else?"

'we need to escape, this cursed spirit is out of her mind!' fushiguro eyes kiyara who was right across the gym floor away from him. he glances over to itadori and kugisaki who were together, mouthing to leave and get help from their sensei since they were the closest to the doors.

"humans fear the unknown."

kiyara leaps from her spot to go head on with yoruko from the side, her hands instantly grip on to her daggers to attack her. but in just that second, a chain stabbed through the girl's side.

all three's eyes widen when they watch as the metal pierced her body just as fast as it came out. fushiguro's blood went cold, his heart dropped and sunk to the bottom of his stomach to see kiyara throw up blood.

the illusions which she set up disappeared like mist, making them all seen to yoruko's bare eye. she chuckles, staring at kiyara who stumbles back to where she was with a hand on her stomach. she makes eye contact with yoruko after coughing up blood, a foxy smile grazing the cursed spirit's lips.

"i can still see your soul."

'kiyara's faded doesn't work!' fushiguro tries to run towards her, ducking the chains which yoruko effortlessly aimed at him. she lets out a small tsk out after seeing fushiguro make his way to kiyara, grasping her body in his hands and glaring at her.

'at this rate, we'll all die!' kugisaki slams multiple nails at yoruko who only deflected them with her scythe, the bored look on her face as she gracefully spins her body with her weapon. the moment her eyes opened again, she was once more stuck in kiyara's faded which annoyed yoruko.

"stupid sorcerer, you really think by changing my sight you can escape?" a scowl shows her face, circling the black scythe in her left hand before swinging it behind her back.

while yoruko was impared, itadori took this as a chance to counter and up their chances of escaping her and possibly catching up with their sensei.

just as he was about to swing the slaughter demon at her, she maniacally smiles and presses her hand on itadori's stomach. "let me spread your fear!"

the moment her body came into contact with his, her field of vision completely changed, not just that but also the atmosphere that sent bone chilling senses up and down her spine.

'w-what the...' skulls. all yoruko could see were cattle skulls piled up with a man that sat atop the dark space. her body stares up to come face to face with pink hairー the same face which itadori had yet at the same time bore markings.

"isn't your head high, brat?" his voice made her frozen body act, scramming to the ground on to her knees.

"i-i'm sorry!" yoruko stutters loud and clear, until realization hit her. "wait, who are you?!"

"it seems you have a death wish." he was the undisputed king of curses ; sukuna.

yoruko instinctively detached her hand from itadori after seeing through into his soul, causing her blow to be little to no effect on him. her chains drag her out of his point of reach while she puts her free hand over her pounding chest.

'i need to keep my distance from that boy.' she still can't shrug the feeling of fear that runs through her veins when she touched itadori. it was as if she was alive again, the feeling she lost many years ago came back in the flesh of a teenage boy.

she felt alive.

'did she see sukuna or something?' itadori ponders, raising his brow as he saw the momentary fear that bared on yoruko's face, but it didn't take more than a second for her to regain her posture.

just before she swings her scythe down on itadori, lightning appears right before it could touch a single hair on itadori's body. yoruko steps back in shock, "what the fuck?!"

"lightning?" all four watch as the golden substance glowed in the middle of the floor. the light was so bright they started covering their eyes. a black figure dropped from the ceiling as the cape flew through their body.

'i didn't even feel her presence!' fushiguro's eyes lock to the back of their savior, the black veiled jingasa that covered the majority of it's face was still hidden under black fabric. by simple deduction he concluded it was female, the size of her figure and the heels that clicked when she landed on the gym floor.

her hands shape into claws, from her side and up in a diagonal manner lightning manifested from her fingertips. the golden light carved into the ground and made it's way to yoruko in incredible speed.

'it's getting closer! shit!' yoruko curses the sorcerer as she continues to delfect the lightning to bits, only for it to suddenly turn into water when her scythe hacked the lightning to pieces. she furrows her brows, finishing the last one and pointing her weapon at the figure, "who are you?"

'wait a sec... lightning and then water?' kiyara squints her eye lids while trying to move her body, but fushiguro quickly looks down in haste. "be careful! you'll lose blood like this!"

"i'll be fine, trust me." she assures him by putting a hand on his shoulder, sending him a smile that made fushiguro's heart churn. amidst the fight kiyara ripped her own school sleeve and tightly ties it around her waist in attempt to stop the bleeding.

"she's the masked shaman... shousen." kugisaki watches intently with the others, her eyes see how fluid her moves were when it came to dodging both scythe and chains. it even looked graceful to her eyes.

'i can't touch her soul without being burned or electrocuted!' yoruko leaps back to gain distance between her and the masked shaman, gripping her scythe in frustration. all she's done so far was get her chains melted, hands burned and electrocuted every time they came into physical contact.

"who?" itadori cocks his head to the side, he was amazed at how the sorcerer easily made the cursed spirit back off.

"she's a first grade sorcerer that never shows her face, we don't even know her real name." fushiguro explains with wide eyes, he still couldn't believe that someone like her was there to save them.

"all we know she's qualified to become the youngest special grade one sorcerer! that's girl power for you." kugisaki adds on filled with admiration.

"so you guys know her?"

"it's the first we've even seen her."

'water? since when?' yoruko watches the ripples in the fluid that move to every step she took, her reflexion being tampered by the small waves. she couldn't help but think, what the hell was going on in this shaman's mind?

"fourth blessing, god's light." shousen's index finger lit up at the tip with a flame, and with ease she tossed it over to the water. yoruko intently watches as the flame acted like a match that would light up a torchー but it was completely different.

the hot flame fell to create a string of explosions that headed towards the cursed spirit. blowing up half of the auditorium and sending yoruko to jump out into the field. shousen uses her cursed technique to create air around her and the teenagers, making them all fly before placing them down on a safe platform.

"oil? no," yoruko coughs out, her clothes in tatters with burns and flesh wounds. easily she was able to regenerate her parts, wincing at the slight pain she was inflicted before sighing in relief.

'with the lightning she threw at me earlier it dug down underneath the gym. because of that she made holes that caused natural gas to leak up and contaminate the water. fucking smart bitch.'

"still alive? lady luck must be in her favour."

not even a single breath was taken, shousen stood right in front of yoruko. the mesh black veil continued to flow vividly. she stares up into her crimson eyesー ones that looked like the setting sun that reflect on the waters of the calm ocean. the cursed spirit couldn't see the full face of the sorcerer due to the black face viel that covered her, but it didn't matter. she was entrancing.

'she's fastー' yoruko couldn't even finish her thought when a fist flew at her gut, sending her across the field and her body hitting a rugby pole. before the cursed spirit could even process her next move, she was barely able to block shousen's kick to the head covered in lightning with her scythe. 'she'll kill me!'

jumping to the side and away from shousen, yoruko's scythe turns into mist once more and disappears from her hands. panic starts to rush over her body, this was bad for her. "i need to get out of hereー"

"oh what do we have here, a cursed spirit?"

"another one?!"

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[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 58

A hundred little worries settled in my head. They scrape, scratch, bother me with their incessant noise. I wander around the room, wringing my hands, unable to find peace of soul and mind. I spent the rest of the day and night didn't really felt like myself. How could I be calm after what happened? There are boundless expanses for reflexions unfolded in front of me, but I'm too scared to delve into them, to plunge into this abyss. I'm afraid to give free rein to my thoughts.

How could I? Why did I do what I did? Where did this idea even come from? What was in my head? What drove me?

I would like to say that all this was really part of some wicked plan of mine. I would like to. But it wasn't. Therefore, it's easier for me not to think, to pretend that there is nothing wrong, that nothing happened at all.

Our meeting didn't end with that infamous deed of mine. It should have been, but Warner also chose to pretend that nothing had happened. And although we continued our interaction with a conversation, now its essence no longer seems important. I understand that it was only a screen kindly provided by him, covering up the horrific ugliness of my act. I can't think about Warner's words, all I can think about is what I did. And it's scary to analyze my own actions. It's scary to remember what happened.

Adam didn't come in the evening. This is not uncommon. But I don't know whether to be happy or sad about it. On the one hand, he could have distracted me from my thoughts, comforted me and calmed me down. On the other hand… I'm not sure I deserve this consolation. I'm not even sure I can find the strength to look Adam in the face again. I'm not sure I have the right to do that.

And yet I have to. Because it's morning again, breakfast again, the way from my room to the dining room one more time. I don't know which of them I don't want to see more. I would rather avoid myself, run away from myself, blot out oneself like a stained piece of paper.

I hear the door open and try to force myself to smile at Adam, who has come to pick me up. My attempt is shattered when I see who is standing in front of me.

A lot has changed since I arrived here. Now Warner rarely comes to this room and, of course, it's exceptional that he picks me up for breakfast himself. All the more surprising that he's here. That he comes here again, the second time in two days. He's focused, serious and silent. And I'm afraid he'll want to talk about yesterday. Perhaps that's what he came for. Of course it is. The probability of this conversation frightens me terribly, and I feel that it's easier for me to throw myself off a cliff upside down and break on cold stones than to wait for me to be pushed into a bottomless abyss. So despite my fear, I decide to speak to him first.

"Good morning?" I force a smile after all. He looks, but doesn't greet me. Gloomy. And I know I must keep talking. I should at least try to fix things. "Do you have time to accompany me to breakfast on your own today?"

I want to sound amicable, apologetic. And I myself am surprised at how calm and peaceful my voice sounds. I'm amazed at how easy it's for me to just talk to him. It seemed to me that it would be a cruel torture, a painful overcoming of oneself. But I suddenly feel as if everything is really in order, as if we are old friends who are going to spend time together. I don't know where the strength for this pretense comes from in me. I'm not even sure it's a sham.

"There will be no breakfast. At least at the usual time."

A chill runs through my veins, as if someone forgot to close the window. The alarm is ringing in my ears. This is not the same Warner who was next to me the day before.

"Do we have other plans?" I ask carefully and gently. I've used up my audacity limit for the month ahead.

"Exactly." He's calm, but somehow tense. His voice is like the blade of a knife in deft hands, cutting the air.

I close my eyes and bite my lip. Almost every time something like this happens, someone suffers or dies. I don't want this with all my heart.

"What are we going to do? Or won't you answer me again?" I ask, still softly.

He deigns to give me only a brief glance and an equally brief answer. "I think I've found a solution for us."

No, not that. I understand what he's talking about. He promised me. And now he's here, with another crazy idea of his. We didn't make it. Adam and I didn't get away before that happened.

"The solution?" I ask, trying to sound as calm and surprised as possible.

"I think you'll agree that things are moving too slowly, don't you, Juliette? We don't have that much time. Not anymore. So you'll have to prove yourself and show everything you're capable of."

I need a pause to take a breath and pull myself together. I'm struggling to control my emotions.

"Am I going to torture someone again?"

I'm afraid that this time he will make me kill someone. But he, as usual, leaves me without an answer.

"You'll see. Let's go."

I obediently get up and walk out the door with him, only to freeze right there. Adam is standing outside. I don't know if he came himself or if it was Warner who forced him to. But the thought of Adam getting involved in this scares me to the core. This is revenge, I think. This is how he takes revenge on me.

"Sir?"

I feel a shadow of surprise in Adam's voice, his face. Everything doesn't seem to be going according to plan. It seems Adam has come to pick me up, but his services are not needed. Does this mean that Warner made the decision at the last moment? And I believe that another nightmare awaits me.

"You're not needed today. Dismissed."

"Yes, sir."

Adam should leave immediately, but he hesitates, looks at me a little longer than he should, and remains in place while Warner leads me down the corridor. I can feel Adam's eyes on my back. I'm glad Adam stayed.

During the time I've been here, Warner has taken me to many places. But this time we are going to some new, unfamiliar place. We're going down, we're walking through corridors I've never seen, blacker and bleaker and more narrow as we go. I realize we're heading to the basement.

I don't ask him anything, and he doesn't try to talk. And I wonder if they have cells there? Maybe he decided to punish me because I almost hurt him yesterday? Surely he thinks I tried to kill him and now I'm going to pay for it? If only he knew…

We pass through one, two, four metal doors. Soldiers everywhere, their eyes everywhere, even in these gloomy corridors. They are appraising me with both fear and interest.

It's so dark around us that I feel like I'm in the asylum again. It seems to me that my assumptions are correct and my skin is rippling with uncontrollable fright. I'll be in jail again. I told him I didn't need everything he gives me. Well, I’ll have to answer for my words.

We enter a room that looks like a locker room. Warner goes to one of the lockers, unlocks it and takes something out, but I can't see what. The object is too small and shapeless.

"What is it?" I risk asking, unable to wait any longer.

"Your clothes. Put these on."

He is near me, and I can see the small pieces of fabric in his hands. I feel a nervous twinge in my gut.

"What? Why should I…"

"Stop arguing and asking questions and just do what I tell you."

Warner is unusually cruel to me, cold. It affects me like a tranquilizer.

I've deserve it.

He grabs my wrist, confidently, but not rudely, without hurting me and places the bundle in my hand, smiling slightly, but some kind of evil, sly smile. "I'll turn around, just this once."

I can't even feel disgusted. The nervousness becomes so strong that I feel sick, so I'm even glad that I wasn't forced to have breakfast before that. My hands are shaking terribly. And when I somehow manage to unfold what he gave me, my heart falls down. These are a some tiny tank top and tinier shorts.

"Hurry up." He says, and I have to do as he tells me, before he turns around while I'm not ready.

First I put on the shorts. It's easier to do because I'm in a dress. It's even funny how desperately I didn't want to wear these dresses. Now I would give a lot for the opportunity to keep it on. But I have to take it off and replace it with the tank top. Shame covers every inch of my thin body. I'm practically naked. Is he trying to humiliate me the same way I humiliated him yesterday? My arms are unconsciously crossed on my chest, in an attempt to at least cover up myself a little. My mind is occupied with thoughts about what all this could mean, why he forced me to be looking like that. What awaits me now?

I clear my throat just the tiniest bit and Warner spins around. But instead of immediately saying something and taking me somewhere, he studies my body. It's strange to see his surprise, considering that he himself forced me to wear something like this. And I want to throw something heavy at him.

"Follow me." He finally says.

My marble-made body refusing to move as it should, tries to do his bidding.

From one room we immediately enter another, and I'm glad that I don't have to walk past a bunch of soldiers who, I think, would be impressed by the immodesty of my outfit.

I can smell the faint odour of mold, so painfully familiar to me. Someone hits a switch and fluorescent lights flicker on to reveal pasty yellow walls and carpet the color of dead grass.

There's nothing but a huge mirror in this room. The mirror is half the size of the wall. I guess he'll be watching me from behind that mirror. I'm pretty sure of it. Although I still don't understand why.

There are secrets everywhere.

There are answers nowhere.

He doesn't explain anything to me. Just slams the door behind me, leaving me alone with my own reflection.

Not the best company, I have to say. So I don't even try to look at my face. Instead, I walk deeper and look around the room, hoping to grasp the meaning of this new challenge. I would like him to explain something to me. Uncertainty scares me, worries me.

A sudden sharp noise makes me look around anxiously. Mechanical clinks/cracks/creaks and shifts shake the space I’m standing in. The ground rumbles to life. The ceiling trembles with the promise of chaos. I don't understand what's going on at all. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to look.

When my eyes drop down to the floor, my body shakes with an indescribable fear. Metal spikes are suddenly everywhere, scattered across the room, puncturing every surface at all different heights. Every few seconds they disappear only to reappear with a sudden jolt of terror, slicing through the air like needles.

Only now do I realize that he brought me into a torture chamber. I told him that I liked this topic. Oh God, I'm amazed at how careless I was. Well, he took advantage of my weaknesses. And now I'm paying for my gullibility.

I have to gallop like horses to avoid spikes. The noise around me unable to drown out the beats of my heart, which is in my ears, in my mouth, in my hands.

"Are you ready?" Warner's voice reverberates through the room. But this is not a kind and sweet Warner. This is the man who killed the soldier without batting an eye. I have already witnessed this transformation, it happened almost before my eyes, but I still can't understand how this is possible. Where is this fine line separating one of his selves from the other? But I don't think I'll ever have to witness this magic again, I won't have to try to solve this riddle.

"What do you want from me? What am I supposed to be ready for?" I shout, knowing for sure that he hears me. I'm trying to calm myself. I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm calm, I'm petrified.

"You will use your power whether you want to or not. I've been waiting too long. But for now I'm just giving you, and you're feeding me promises. That's enough. It's time to show what you're capable of."

"What? What are you up to? How can all this help?"

He laughs an unpleasant condescending laugh.

"Oh, don't worry, love, I won't leave you without company. Have fun."

The voice fades, and I'm turning around, terrified, afraid that I might faint again. I don't know which is the best idea, passing out or staying conscious.

I see another door, I didn't notice it right away when I first came in here, because it's no different from the wall. But now, as it starts to open with a screech, I see a black hole, narrow, but big enough for a toddler to pass through it. He waddles inside, wearing nothing but a diaper. His eyes are blindfolded. His body shakes with fear and sobs.

A spear passes through me, icy, razor-sharp. He takes revenge on me. Now I understand what were all these conversations. He wanted to find my weakest points so that he could hit them exactly. I've tried to hurt him so many times, now he's hitting back. And his move is much more serious. He's tearing me to pieces, while I only tried to bite.

"If you don't save him, I won't save him either."

All the horrors of this place merge into one crazy memory. I know for sure that his words will not diverge from his deeds. He'll see the thing through.

This child.

Innocent, defenseless, understanding nothing. He stumbling forward, the door is already closed behind him, and he has no chance to get out of here. He could be speared through by a metal stalagmite at any second. And I scold myself for not reacting sooner, for not trying to stop him from going through that door.

And he can be saved, actually. It's not that hard. I need to pick him up, find a safe spot of ground, and hold him in my arms until the experiment is over.

But there aren't really that many options for him.

He will either die from the metal spikes, or from my deadly hands.

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[bunny-wk-fanfic]

Okay so there's this show called Lucifer on FOX and is all about the fallen Angel him self I can't help think that if he just happen to run in to Kagome it would be a hilarious and steamy encounter. Do you know the show, if so think you could do a little something??

Decided to go with a continuation of my first two Lucifer posts, if you’re interested, they can be found HERE and HERE. I hope you enjoy this piece!

Los Angeles was everything and nothing as she had imagined it to be. A lot of what was shown in shows and movies were true, and yet, she was still blown away but the culture of the city. Knowing one such individual made the rest of the city seem, well, rather tame.

Kagome bit her lip as she shifted in the dressing room, not at all comfortable with her current situation. Her case apparently crossed paths with one of Decker’s, so she was given leave to stay however long was necessary to work with LAPD to closer this. That, she had no issue with, but a lead was at a certain establishment and since Detective Decker was a well-known face to her end of the investigation, it required that she go in undercover.

Again, undercover work wasn’t an issue. Normally. Save for the fact that the establishment in question was a ‘Gentlemen’s Club’, to put it politely. And the female servers wore pretty much scraps, as she currently was. Shifting one more time to readjust her uniform, Kagome grumbled. It was actually a lot better than most places, the lingerie rather tasteful, covering much more than what most places had the women wear.

Still, the fact that she was wearing it for men’s enjoyment left much to be desired.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Detective Decker’s voice echoed through the earpiece she wore, waiting with her backup team just outside. “We do have another officer that can take your place.”

“I’m good.” Kagome readjusted her bra as she stood before a mirror. “How’s the image, good?”

“Clear.” there was a momentary pause. “Now remember, all we need is a clear shot of their face and we have them. Don’t forget the codeword in case of any trouble.”

“Right.” Kagome nodded her head, giving her bra one final adjustment, secretly admiring the lingerie set and mourning the price it cost. “Right. Does it really have to be… well, that?” it was such an embarrassing thing to say.

“We had to come up with something that would not stand out too much in your surroundings, but enough to let us know.” Kagome could hear the grimace in Decker’s voice, even she found the code word awful. “Again, our officer is okay with this if you’re not.”

“No. I’m all dressed up and ready to go… Just feel naked without my own personal backup.” she sneered at her reflexion, grateful that she was wearing something that covered more than the standard thongs. But it wouldn’t allow her to bring a weapon along with. “I just really hope this is worth it.”

With a quick tussling of her hair, she put on a smile before leaving the changing room. Time to catch some bad guys. She was quickly given a tray of only the best of alcohol for the customers, as well as a reminder that said customers could only look, but not touch unless she gave them explicit permission. And never on the floor. There were booths for private lap dances, and nothing more. Kagome walked around, taking drink orders as well as reminding the customers that the kitchen would soon startup if they were hungry. All in all, she was admired but ignored. A few wanted to get a good look at the ‘new girl’ but otherwise, she was ignored.

“Well, hello Higurashi.” the voice was a low drawl that nearly had her tripping.

Spinning about, she stared up at the male that literally surprised her. “Lucifer?!” she had to fight the urge to step away from him in surprise. She was quick to school her expression as she quickly echoed Decker’s question. “What are you doing here?”

He offered her a smile, it grew as he took her new look in. “Lovely, very lovely. And in my colors too.” he cooed, his stance relaxing.

“Trust me, it was purely coincidental.” her eyes scanned the crowd, checking for anyone new or if anyone left. “Again, why are you here?” she waved another server over, swapping her empty tray out for the girl’s full one.

“Following a lead of course!” he obviously became more excited, not even passing the other girl a glance as she began to squirm before him, all but panting.

“Of course.” Kagome shooed the girl off. “And you didn’t tell Detective Decker because?” she trailed off, presenting the tray of drinks to him in a mocking to look like she was doing a server’s job.

“She wasn’t picking up my calls.” he gave a blase shrug, his excuse for showing up unannounced as well as sounding like an apology. “I’m meeting up with an old friend of mine. He has a few connections that might prove useful to the investigation. Figured I’d talk with them and help get the information needed.”

Sighing, Kagome searched the floor, spotting a table and leading him there. “This table should provide with enough privacy for your friend.” she gave him a menu once he took a seat. “And next time, please let us know if you plan on involving yourself like this.”

Lucifer smirked as he made himself comfortable in his chair, looking up at her with a smolder. “Have I begun to grow annoying to you as well?”

“Baka.” she was quick to flick his forehead. “It’s called worry for a reason.” she was quick to saunter off when a customer waved her down, it was best to keep up appearances after all.

It wasn’t long after that, did Lucifer’s friend show up, to which she directed him to where Lucifer sat. With a quick order, she continued weaving through the tables like the others. It was half an hour of the friend’s arrival did their lead finally show up. Kagome was at the table, refilling Lucifer’s drink, when all three of them looked up and watch the large man saunter in like he owned the place.

“That’s… that’s the guy.” the mousey businessman snatched a drink from Kagome’s tray and threw it back in one shot.

Flicking her gaze from him to the lead, she bit her lip before saying the codewords. Turning her head to the side as she reached for an empty glass on the table, she whispered to let Decker know. “Spank me.”

Both men looked at her in shock and surprise, the mousey man sputtering, coughing slightly as he choked on spit. Lucifer watched her, his gaze piercing as it stayed with her.

Neither of them got to say anything when the lead they were all here for spoke up. “Oi! New girl, come here and let me get a good look at ya!”

Kagome blinked wide eyes, mouth parting slightly to say something in retaliation. Before she could do such, the front doors crashed open with police spilling in as they loudly announced their presence. A squeak escaped her when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled down the moment the first shot rang out, it was muffled when Lucifer covered her with his own body in an effort to protect her.

She buried her face in his shoulder, hands clenching his arms tightly as his own wrapped around her. Now Kagome was no stranger to shootouts, but she was unarmed and without protection, and vulnerable. Her ears were ringing, making it a little difficult to realize when the firing finally ended. In fact, it wasn’t until Lucifer shifted above her did she open her own eyes again.

“Hello.” his voice barely managed to make it through the ringing and pounding in her ears, causing her to pinch her brows. “Now isn’t this a wonderful position we’re in.”

Kagome could only blink up at him, still not quite understanding his words. Though she did blush when he shifted, his position feeling far more suggestive than protective. An arm was cradling her head while his other hand slipped the waspie she was wearing, his touch feeling far too hot against her own skin. Ironic, considering who and what he was.

“…what?” a hand was slow to rise, fingers touching against an ear.

“Oh? Can’t hear me?” his own brows pinched together, his hand leaving it’s earlier perch to cup her cheek. “Did you hit your head?”

When he combed a hand through her hair, sliding along her scalp to check for injuries, Decker called out from further within the room. “Everything alright, Higurashi?”

“Y-yeah!” her voice croaked out, still tilted by Lucifer going all ‘Mother Hen’ on her. She raised a shaky arm to wave to the other detective that she was still alive and kicking. “I’m fine, Lucifer. Ears are ringing that’s all.” she tried to wave his concern off, to get him to back off.

“Well, I can honestly say I’m not surprised.” Decker’s voice drawled from behind Lucifer, drawing both his and Kagome’s attention. “Just couldn’t resist in copping a feel, could you?”

“I’ll have you know, I was protecting Detective Higurashi when you and your men began to open fire.” he scowled up at the other woman, actually reprimanding her. “Or had you forgotten that she was unarmed and without proper protection.”

Decker looked just as surprised as Kagome, her lips quickly pursing as she looked away. “I’m sorry. Our guy fired the first shot, along with his friends.” her eyes flicked along Kagome’s form that was visible since Lucifer shifted to look at the other woman. “You alright? The both of you?”

“Like I said, I’m fine. Just a little dizzy, and my ears are ringing.” Kagome waved the concern off, attempting to get up. A difficult task when Lucifer still sprawled atop her. “Really, I’m fine. Can I get up now?”

“As the lady wishes.” Lucifer was graceful and fluid, quick to offer her a hand.

“Wait… She’s a cop?!” the mousey man all but shrieked and sputtered.

“Tokyo PD, to be precise.” Kagome wavered for a moment, grumbling when she realized a heel on one of her shoes was broken. “Now that this is over, I’m going to change into something far more appropriate.”

“I thought you already were!” Lucifer’s voice followed after her, as did a few catcalls and wolf whistles from the other officers.

“Ha-ha! Laugh it up boys. Just remember, Decker knows your wives!” Kagome smiled when the catcalling and whistling stopped, a few whined, but they stopped. “Oh, and Lucifer.”

Said male was quick to make sure his gaze was on her face when she turned around, raising a brow to silently ask her what she wanted. Both brows shot up as well as his eyes widening when she struck a pose.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer.” she sputtered before laughing outright when he was quick to whip out his cell phone and do just that. “I see you passing that around, and I’m going to kick your ass.”

She nearly tripped when he called out to her, earning a few snickers from the other officers. “Is that a promise? Please tell me you’ll be wearing your current outfit while doing so!”

Waving him off, she continued on to the changing room, looking forward to once again be in her own clothing. She had quickly learned not to take Lucifer’s words to heart. Even if he honestly meant them.

[norwegian-dreams]

HIS GRIEF || Tony Stark x Reader drabble

Summary: the action happens after events from CA:CW. Tony is full of grief and anger after he had found out who killed his parents. Reader is trying to calm him down.

Words: 675

A/N: Hiya! This is my very first attempt in writing so please, be gentle with me. Also, this drabble is dedicated to my favorite blog, namely @thepaperpanda and their first writing challenge ❤

The lingering light was obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfed the town. A canopy of luminous stars materialized amongst the ocean of blackness. Some were dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there was an adequate amount of shimmering stars to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The lake glistened, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of glittering stars and the luminescence from the restaurants and designer boutiques that lined the marina. The faint wind brushed against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shattered the reflection of the harbour.

Tony Stark was sitting at a cold jetty thinking of last events that became his share recently. He sighed deeply slipping hands in his hair.

His heart was heavy. He felt he could barely breath and was struggling for each blissful inhalation of cold marine air.

You found him like that and your heart almost ripped apart.

You've been looking for him for few hours. You didn't feel weariness, your whole body was filled with adrenaline.

When you answered a call from Natasha that Tony has left in a rush shortly after their return to the Avengers Tower, you knew something was not okay at all. You didn't pay attention to fact it was the middle of the night and you had to get up early. The only thing you did care about was to find him and make sure he was safe and sound.

You approached him slowly from behind and you crouched next to him. You placed your hand carefully on his shoulder.

"Tony?"

He didn't push you away but brunette also didn't respond. He was sitting still.

"Tony.. What happened? Tell me. I'm by your side."

He protractedly let out a sigh.

"I can't stand this shit any longer, Y/N," his voice has broken down before he ended his sentence. "And that fight today.. I am exhausted. And Rogers.. He knew. He knew from the very beginning.." he mumbled quietly ruffling his own bangs.

"Knew about what, Tony?" you asked stroking his shoulder.

"Who killed my parents," he said simply like it was nothing.

You blinked.

"Who did this?"

Tony sighed again.

"Barnes. James Barnes. His beloved Winter Soldier, Y/N," Tony crossed arms over his chest. "He knew.. And still was protecting that murderer! Can you believe it, Y/N?!"

You stayed silent giving Tony a room for reflexion.

"You good know they are friends. And I think that James didn't do this because he has wanted it to happen. Wasn't him under Hydra's control back then?" you questioned.

He didn't say a word.

"You know how huge was their influence over Barnes," you added. "Even if it was him who.... Did this awful thing... He wasn't himself."

"You're protecting this bastard!" Tony rose from his place flicking his jeans from dirt. "Y/N, you should be by MY SIDE, and all you do is defending HIM!"

Tony pushed you aside, he was so cold towards you. He simply passed you and went back to his Lamborghini.

"Tony! Wait!" you ran after him.

"Y/N, I have nothing more to say!" he didn't let you grab his hand and in a rush he took a driver seat on his car.

"Where are you going, Tony?" you asked almost with tears in your eyes.

"None of your business," he replied slightly.

"Just, please Tony, calm down, take a shower, maybe talk to someone in the Tower...."

He snapped cutting your sentence in a half.

"There are no Avengers anymore, Y/N. At least they are not united anymore."

Tony pushed you away and pressed the button so door from his side has closed.

He drove away fastly leaving you alone at the parking lot next to the harbour.

"Dear God..." you felt a single tear running down your cheek. "Send us a sign.. I hope they will reunite again...."

You didn't know then that evil forces was on their way to destroy everything you used to know...