#i couldn't pull it off it was forced and dumb even when i dressed and did my hair exactly like everyone else

[guinevereslancelot]

i actually love the comeback of bucket hats and mom jeans and big glasses and fanny packs and clunky shoes personally. i was born to dress like a dorky tourist from the 90s

[your-highnessmarvel]

Insatiable

AN: No one asked for this but the Butcher brain rot is crazy and i can't stop myself. Alas, I couldn't resist so welcome to the madness. Anyway, I went insane and absolutely wrote a devoted piece to this man. Jesus help me.

Warnings: dub-con (use of sex pollen-ish mind control), smut, fingering, language, and Butcher is a warning in and of itself.

MINORS DNI Below the cut

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

The admonition echoed in the habitat of Butcher's Cadillac like a bird's call. Even the sound of leather on leather, as the man sitting beside you slowly turned to examine you, wasn't loud enough to get the stupid ringing out of your head.

This had all started off like a bad scab you thought was healed but wasn't, and now it was bleeding all over your favorite pink pull.

Hughie and MM had uncovered a rightful piece of Temp V hideout; a Supe's mansion on the Upper East Side who, just happened, to be throwing one of his renowned "XXXchange" parties for Supes and their pets (this was how it was described on the e-vite MM hacked).

This Supe, still unknown to everyone because he kept the mansion under a random woman's name, was supposedly a Seven-in-the-making, as Hughie put it. If he could prove himself, he was next in line for a comfy beige seat in the Tower. So hence, him keeping and distributing Temp V to teens and young adults who didn't know any better.

So what had been Hughie's grand ol' plan? Bring you in. As the newest Supe member of The Boys, no one had yet seen your face. No one even knew of you. You were a low-level "barely considerable" Supe...as Butcher had put it the first time he blew the hinges off your front door.

Your power wasn't really a - well, a power at all. It was mostly an advancement, an intellectual add-on, or a sixth sense. You could read lies. More coherently, because someone with a beard and a giant stick up his ass didn't understand correctly--you could tell when someone was lying.

You weren't really an attribute to the team when it came to brute force. You left that up to Annie and Kimiko. But you had your perks, and since you were still under Vought's radar, you could slip through the cracks and get intel for the Boys.

Now why was Butcher with you, the most notorious Boys' member? Well, one might say he was eager to see your 2-hour fight training in practice, but really, it was because he "didn't trust a dumb twat with highly sensitive information and tech". His words.

So he'd garnished a Tommy Bahama blouse with pink flamingoes and palm trees and a matching set of swim shorts, sunglasses, and a stupid bright pink bucket hat that was way too small for his big ass head.

And now here both of y'all were, headed to the Upper East Side, dressed like a hooker and a pimp. Annie had insisted on this get up, a tiny, tiny pink skirt, a white bikini top, and a pink cover up with flip flops to finish off this fucking look. Because apparently, no one would let you in if you weren't A) a Supe and B) not dressed like a House Bunny.

"So you're tellin' me," Butcher drawled as the New York skyline darkened, "that your bare pussy is suction-cupping my leather seats?"

You crossed your arms. "I'm sitting at an angle."

Butcher slapped the wheel. "You should've told me earlier!" he laughed. You frowned in return when he swivelled that giant head of his towards you. "Come now, if you're not wearing panties, why should I, eh?"

"You wear panties?"

He hummed, regaining control of the road as the car slipped passed the last townhouse to enter Mansion Ville.

"I like you, little Truthteller," he mumbled to himself. "Thought you were a bit worthless at first, but you might just prove yourself tonight!"

You didn't dare answer the last bit, instead focusing on the details Annie and Hughie gave you before you flip-flopped your way into Butcher's passenger seat (and did absolutely not suction-cup his leather seats).

The idea was to go in and place a few bugs in and around the mansion in key locations. You could try to figure out who the Supe was or even find out where he stashed his V, but it didn't matter. The Boys would find out over the bugs.

The mansion Butcher parked the Caddie in front of was like a cookie-cutter version of the 90s PlayBoy mansion.

"Alright, love," Butcher sighed, killing the engine and stepping out, rounding the nose of the car to open the door for you. "Give 'em a nice peek of that minge, eh?"

You blushed from head to toe, a torment of fire assaulting your skin until Butcher caught on and chuckled low in his chest, helping you step out the car with his hand.

You still hadn't gotten used to the crass words that could tumble out of his mouth like vomit.

He guided you to the entrance, where a man dressed in black boxers and a black neck tie asked for your invite number, which you recited from the one Hughie gave you.

Then he asked, "And which is Supe and which is pet?"

You blushed even hotter. "Um." Your throat got sticky and dry all at once. "I'm the Supe and he's my... um, he's my-"

"Her pet," Butcher interrupted with a wide smile, the sunglasses hiding the glint in his eye that was surely showing. That ridiculous bucket hat made him look almost two heads taller than you as he bent down to whisper in your ear, "bark, bark."

You groaned inwardly as you lead him into the foyer, where a sprawling staircase lead to a mezzanine and a mahogany banister and a wide archway gave way to a mess of bodies in the living room.

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning away from the onslaught of legs and arms and slithering bodies like a pile of snakes.

"Oh, nuh-uh," Butcher chuckled, grabbing you by the shoulders, steering you right into the mass of party-goers, moaning and groaning and thrusting into one another or bouncing on top of each other like mad dogs. "If you want to play the part, you have to look the part." His mouth was right next to your ear, and for some reason, the breath caressing your skin sent a slowly gliding shiver down your spine.

Why was this happening?

You felt the flesh melt where his fingers lay, clutching at your shoulders, pulling your coverup off of you.

"Butcher," you said, stopping his hand.

He shook his head. "Show them what you got, mama," he whispered again, the rough of his beard tracing against your cheek. He scooped the coverup off your shoulders and threw it across the room, leaving you in your bikini top.

Butcher had never seen you so exposed before. You'd always worn pants and t-shirts around the safe house, so watching all that bare skin available to his hungry eyes flipped a switch in his head.

A woman, tall and elegant, cream skin and sultry black eyes, approached you before Butcher could do something stupid. He straightened up, lifting the sunglasses from his nose.

"Miss, look at you," he cooed.

Miss was naked. Someone had left a bite mark on her right breast, just above her peaked nipple. She was so long-limbed and beautiful, and the sight of her naked body made you turn away instinctively.

"I like you," she said, voice low and husky, like a purr.

"I like you too, sweetheart," Butcher answered, the heat of his body completely leaving you as he zeroed in all his attention on the naked, wanting lady before you.

She huffed. "You're great too," she answered, and when you turned, her lascivious brown eyes were settled on you. "But it's her that I want."

Butcher gasped and then erupted in laughter, taking the bucket hat off his head and putting it to his heart. "Woah, I never imagined I'd see this in my lifetime."

The other woman smiled slowly and you gulped. She was pretty, but she was also not part of the mission.

So you back-peddled.

You put a delicate hand to Butcher's arm, digging your nails into his skin, and put on a lovely, sweet smile for the offering girl. "That's nice of you," you said, voice sultry like a wet candy cane. "But we're more interested in watching." As you said this, you dropped into your act as best you could, mustering up the strength not to blush but to play the part of the sex-obsessed Supe.

She brightened up at this, gesturing to Butcher. "Well I could fuck him while you watch," she suggested.

Butcher's body tensed up against you and he turned to you. "Please say yes," he mumbled.

You smiled, throwing him a glance. "Both of us are watchers," you corrected, watching as she bowed her head, a lustrous gleam in her eye.

"It would've been a pleasure," she said before walking away.

When she was climbing onto another woman's lap, Butcher grabbed your bicep and brought you into a corner, sheltered in the dim lighting of the room, smothered under the moans and groans and the sloppy sounds of...intercourse.

"You were this close to fulfilling a fantasy of mine," he groaned, and when you looked up, he looked more angry than turned on.

"We're not here so I can watch you have sex with a woman, asshole!" you gritted between your teeth. ''We're here to plant bugs and find some V."

He huffed, rearranging his Tommy Bahama. "I'm obeying just because you're wearing this outfit," he grumbled, following you as you led them into the next room.

A kitchen, stock full with boxes of canned beverages and food platters.

"Okay, here." You pointed to the dinner table in the adjacent room, a teakwood marvel that surely housed a few meetings or two.

Butcher expertly placed a bug under the table.

You meandered safely through the house, planting bugs in various living rooms, meeting rooms, and spare bedrooms. Whenever some couple or lone masturbator dedicated their attention to you both, you pretended to watch, Butcher enlacing you in his arms.

It's only then you noticed how tall, how big this man was. He was easily dwarfing you by just standing there, your head against his chest, his fingers drawing lazy circles against your exposed spine.

When the onlookers would pass, he'd chuckle as you pushed him away like he was a booger wall.

But the more you traveled in the house, the more people seemed to stare, wanting, questioning. So you ended up holding Butcher's hand, at his command: "Wouldn't want the lovely ladies stealing you away, eh?"

And hand holding turned into his arm around your shoulders, the tip of his very long fingers ghosting your breast.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered in your ear once he'd bugged up the toilet.

"Ew, no."

He sucked his teeth. "I mean," he gritted, pushing you up against a wall when a man with a considerably large strap on made his way towards you. Butcher bent down, squeezing the breath from your lungs as he grazed his mouth on your bare shoulder. He pressed a featherlight kiss, all while observing the passing man, dragging his lips up to your ear. "We should go bug up the rooms, eh? Maybe see if we can find this cunt's V supply?"

You nodded, a wicked shiver pebbling your flesh.

Butcher blew cold breath onto the thin line of saliva he'd left on your skin. "Cold?"

You swallowed hard. "Let's just go."

He chuckled as you grabebd his hand and led him back to the stairs, galloping up to the second floor.

Truth is, you'd never imagined Butcher like this. He was so arrogant and he loved to make people jump out of their skins by how uncomfortable they were with him, but you'd chopped it up to the old chip on the block; Butcher pushing people away to keep himself safe.

So when the Boys had initiated you, you'd figured it'd be best to steer clear from this tyrant of a man. He was way older than you anyway, and he was always calling you every name in the book except your government given one. And he was always dismissing your ideas, so you'd always assumed he had an image of an immature little girl in his head.

But he'd dreamed of you more times than he cared to count. The messed up parts of his brain, where most of it was left behind in his old life, conjured up hauntings of you every night. Of those soft, plump lips whenever you'd eat cherries. Of your legs in your pajama shorts and your giggle when Kimiko signed something stupid. Of that perfect little body of yours.

"Okay, in here." You interrupted his chain of thought, the one that was going to crash into a puddle brains that would eventually leak out of his ear.

You lead him into a room, which turned out to be some kind of antechamber with a hearth and a giant portrait of a small, bald man.

"He looks like a mouse," you muttered.

But Butcher froze, tearing his hand away from yours. "Oh, fuck me," he groaned, putting his sunglasses and hat onto the low table. "That's the fucking Seducer."

Your skin crawled. You turned, examined Butcher's expression as he leaned against the far wall. "This cum guzzler is the one trafficking V?" he thought to himself, just as you asked, "who's the Seducer?"

Butcher turned to examine you across the room, lit by a few lights in the sconces. "He's the world's number 1 date raper," he answered, frowning. "This guy can intoxicate the female species into a mad heat, like dogs."

"What?" You frowned.

Butcher walked a bit closer, turning his head to watch you out of one eye, like a bird. "Yeah, he secrets this hormone on a whim and boom, bitches go mad for his dick."

"Oh." You swallowed, turned to push the handle of another door, leading to a darkened room fit for a king. "I think this is his room."

Butcher muttered behind you, "Lucky guy if you ask me."

"Trouble getting women, Butcher?" you asked absentmindedly as you entered the dark room, lights from the lawn outside filtering milky-white through the windows, illuminating your path like a trail of snow.

Butcher followed, closing the door behind you. "Not really," he answered, immediately pulling cubbards and drawers open. "The ladies love me."

"Oh, yeah I bet," you muttered, pulling open the wardrobe. A loose floorboard creaked loudly and you froze, turning to meet Butcher's eye.

He scrambled to where you stood, pressing on the floor and repeating the awful creaking sound.

"Pants jizzer must be keeping the V under his floor," he mumbled, pressing until at least 6 floorboards rose from the ground on one end, a whole door to the underside of the Seducer's floor.

"Bingo," you giggled, helping Butcher pull the damn thing open. But there was nothing there, only an empty black space that could've fit maybe two people, gaping at you like a dark maw. "He must have transfered them," you whispered.

"Or he's trafficking other things," Butcher replied darkly.

Just as you were about to close the floorboards, a loud thud rang out in the antechamber. You froze, listening, until a feminine giggle made you and Butcher lock eyes.

"Get in," he whispered, motioning to the black pit under your knees.

"In here!?" you whispered tightly.

Whoever was on the other side was making their way towards the room, painstakingly, and this was not the place you and Butcher needed to be found.

"Yes, fuck, get in," he insisted, and your heart thudded so loudly, so harshly against your throat you thought it would burst right out through your chest.

Shaking, you got into the little space, falling onto your back because you couldn't see where this thing ended. As soon as you got your hair out of your eyes, Butcher was tumbling onto you, closing the floorboards a millisecond before the bedroom door burst open.

Sound was immediately muffled, like being underwater, and the only thing you could hear was your breathing. Butcher's breathing over you. Your heart in your throat, nauseating you, the adrenaline rushing like a flood in your veins.

Butcher's chest heaving against yours, the entire length of him pressed up on you like a heavy blanket.

"Get off," you whispered, feeling the heat of his forearm next to your head.

"There's no space," he grumbled, his voice catching on your cheek, your neck, as he tried to maneuver himself every which way that meant he wasn't pressed up on you, but he was just so damn big, like hiding with a grizzly bear, that whenever he tried to move, he just ended up being half on and half off you.

"Fuck it," he grumbled, pressing one hand under your thigh, wrenching a gasp from your throat as he placed himself comfortably between your legs.

The pressure of him on your bare bottom half made you freeze, heart hammering like an angry drum against your ribcage. The way you were positioned, thighs wide open, knees bent each side of his waist, made the skimpy little skirt bundle up onto your tummy, leaving you completely bare.

"Hush up, little thing," Butcher whispered in your ear, holding himself up on his forearms as not to crush the breath out of you. But his voice was wretched, pulled and tight, no doubt reacting to the heat he could feel through the thin fabric of his swim shorts.

The noise overhead intensified; a moan, a few garbled words, thudding.

"They're going to do it while he lie here," you whispered, hands balled up by your sides.

Butcher chuckled silently, breath fanning your neck. "So we really are voyeurs."

You smiled, holding back a giggle until a heavy thud caught your attention and the voices suddenly got a bit clearer. They were right over you.

A woman's voice floated through. "How ever I can serve you, Seducer."

The last word made your insides coil in fear. It looked like this woman was answering a command from the Seducer himself, the man who owned this house, who trafficked all the V and worked with Vought.

"Fuck," Butcher muttered. "This is worse than I thought."

"Why?" you asked silently, your fingers trembling against your thighs.

You felt him bend forward, his body tight like a rod. "This is going to hurt, love."

And just as you were about to ask what he was about to do, a soft pang echoed in your lower belly, like someone had tied a rope to your bellybutton and pulled. You squirmed, the thudding overhead leading back to the bed.

The pulling again, making you heave in a breath, squeeze your eyes shut. "No, no, no," you muttered, feeling an ache build between your legs, a force pull through your veins like molten honey.

The Seducer was using his power. And it wasn't just affecting the woman he was with... it was starting to affect you.

You felt yourself clench on nothing but air when the ache throbbed against your clit, like an invisible vacuum seal had closed over it, and you lifted your hips off the floor slightly.

Butcher immediately grabbed your hip, bringing you back down forcibly, sending a new wave of heat, of ache, of hurt through your body just at the touch of his bare fingers on your bare hip.

"Don't," he breathed, his word clipped. "Don't do that."

He could feel the heat of you through his shorts, just how impossibly hot you were, probably dripping from the Seducer's power, and the little control he exhibited around you was pulling quite taut.

"It hurts, Butcher," you gritted through your teeth, hands settling on his shoulders for support as another wave of need, of painful, painful need, throbbed through your body like a pulsing nuclear explosion. Your legs tightened around his waist, nails digging into the fabric of his Tommy Bahama. "Make it stop," you pleaded, heaving, throwing your head back, bucking your hips to get the pain to stop. Just stop.

Butcher huffed, cradling your face, his insides in turmoil with his brain. God had given him such a gift right now, a chance to take you, mark you as his, finally fuck that perfect little body--and he didn't know if he was man enough to stop himself.

You groaned in pain, subconsciously grinding your bare pussy against his thigh, searching for any kind of friction, of relief. Your skin was so hot, sweat beading your forehead as you braced through another wave of this unknown ache, throbbing relentlessly against your clit, deep inside you, just grazing your g-spot.

Your fingers balled into fists against his shirt, your face finding his chest, and you sobbed, "Make it stop, Butcher, please, it hurts."

You weren't aware that your hips had started grinding against his thigh, the knee he'd placed between your legs for leverage. And just the fact that he could feel his shorts getting soaked had him straining against the stitches of his sanity.

"There's only one way," he breathed against your ear. You sobbed, heaving, breathing raggedly, grinding so hard on his knee it was almost pathetic. "Are you sure you want to try?" he asked, voice trembling.

You sniffed, hung onto his neck for dear life. "Please, anything, this is--ah--this is unbearable."

He bent his head, mumbled for God to forgive him, and then pressed a deep, hard kiss on your lips, pressing you back into the floor completely. Somewhere above him, he heard a woman moan loudly, but the only thing that registered to him was the way you clung to him like a pawing animal.

A strangled moan, quiet and restrained, left your throat, caught behind your teeth as he ravaged your mouth.

"N-no," you mumbled. "No."

He pulled away, kissing your jaw, your neck until your were humping his thigh like a woman gone mad.

"This the only way, little Truthteller," he murmured in your ear, dragging his knee away and feeling your entire body go stiff against him.

A whine, like delicious music, lifted to his ear and he groaned inwardly. He had to convince himself he was doing it for you, but half of him was delighted at the idea of finally having you. Like a meal he'd been mouth-watering over for some time, and now it was fresh and warm right in front of him.

"I need," you muttered, groaning through another wave of the Seducer's power, your hips bucking into nothing. "I need..."

"You need to cum, little dove," Butcher whispered, caressing the side of your face and you shook your head.

"No."

"Yes, love," he muttered, tracing the line of your neck, down your chest until he softly cupped your breast.

A quiet moan rippled along your throat like a symphony to his ears. He played with your hard nipple through the fabric until he pushed it aside and replaced his thumb with the warmth of his mouth.

"Fuck," you whispered, pushing against his shoulders. "This is wrong." Your voice was so thin.

Butcher lapped at your nipple like an ice cream cone. "Want me to do this to your pretty little pussy?" he mumbled, and the crass words sent a hot wave of need pulsing painfully between your legs.

His other hand skimmed down your side, over the swell of your hip, and down to where you needed him most.

When he swiped a slow finger across your soaked folds, the grunt that left him was purely predatory. "You're so fucking wet," he whispered, to the accompanying sound of your panting. He brushed his thumb across your clit, holding you down as you jolted, flicking his tongue against your nipple.

"Butcher, please," you begged.

"Billy, love," he whispered, raising his head to kiss the corner of your mouth, brushing his thumb against your clit once more to capture your gasp in his kiss. "Call me Billy."

You gripped onto his shoulders, feeling the wide, powerful muscle of his right hand playing with you.

He pressed three fingers flat against you and you bucked, searching for more, as he circled slowly, starting you off.

"Say it," he commanded quietly, circling your clit faster.

"Billy," it came out as a whine and he groaned lowly, capturing your lips and kissing down your throat. The way his fingers played you like a harp wrenched a pornographic moan from your throat and immediately, Billy put a hand over your mouth, the skin between his thumb and forefinger snug under your nose.

"Quiet for me, little Truthteller," he whispered.

He moved his fingers to your entrance and slipped one in so easily it was almost embarrassing. He cooed at you, gliding his finger in and out so slowly it was almost arrogant. "So fucking wet, this perfect little hole."

You keened, squeezing your eyes shut at his crude words, searching for more friction until the heel of his hand pressed snuggly against your clit.

Your hips moved on their own, bucking against his hand as he pumped his finger, faster and faster until your pants turned into hyperventilating and your legs started to close around his hips.

"Got my whole hand drenched, pretty love," he whispered. "That perfect little cunt can handle another finger?"

You preened against his hand, your sounds muffled against his large, meaty palm and he chuckled at you.

The second finger was a tighter fit, his thick digits spreading you and squelching into you slowly.

"Ah, there's my girl," he moaned in your ear. "Fucking my fingers like a good girl."

You wanted to tell him to quit teasing, to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible because the heat stirring under your skin was insatiable, but you didn't understand how much Billy was enjoying himself. He didn't know when he'd get a chance to have you so willingly spread open for him again, or if he'd ever get the chance again. So he savored this moment like a dying man's last meal.

He let you adjust to his fingers, fucking them into you, palming your clit before he thrust in another finger, opening you wide to him. You gurgled against his hand, muffled moans and pleas stuck behind his palm.

He didn't miss just how tight you were around his fingers, how snug and warm. "So tight, my little love," he cooed, thrusting his fingers in and out slowly, enjoying the way your hips bucked.

The sloppy sounds of your cunt sucking on his fingers drove you mad and a hot, painful knot formed in your belly, pulling and tugging at your insides.

He felt you trembling, your orgasm on the horizon, and he lifted his hand off your mouth, capturing your lips in a warm, sloppy kiss.

"Want you to cum with my name in your mouth," he mumbled, almost incoherent in his chase for your climax. He pressed his thumb to your mouth, opening it, listening to your panting, your quiet moans as he fucked his fingers into your cunt, pressing down on your clit, rubbing it with his palm.

"Billy," you breathed. "Billy. Billy." Like a mantra, a prayer.

"That's it, my pretty girl," he whispered, thumb on your tongue, fingers fucking your pussy until that knot in your bely tightened impossibly and your legs went numb. "Cum my pretty dove, gush all over my hand, come on now."

He grunted against you, and somehow, that guttural, manly sound made stars explode in your belly and you came, shuddering his name quietly, over and over and over until the pleasure had seeped out of your veins and you crumbled back to the floor. You felt his fingers slip out of you, his wet hand pull your knee apart, press against the meat of your thigh, spreading you wide, wide open.

He slithered down your body like a snake, pushing you up against the confines of this box until you felt the warm breath of him against your clit. When he lapped at you, humming around your hole like a satiated man, you mumbled his name, searching with your hands until you grabbed onto the thick strands of his hair. Panting, you mumbled his name again.

"Just having a taste, love," he mumbled, sucking on your over-sensitive clit until the heat came blasting through you again, all over, like you were under the Seducer's spell again.

"Fuck," you gritted, biting your lip, caging in the awfully loud, guttural moan that wanted to spring free.

Billy grabbed onto your hips, holding them down, his forearm over your belly like an anchor.

"One more, little Truthteller," he mumbled, flicking your clit with his tongue, his beard scraping on the inside of your sensitive thighs.

"Billy, please," you whined softly.

"Always wanted a taste," he said. Not a lie. "Always wanted to tongue-fuck this perfect hole." Not a lie.

He pressed his tongue flat to your clit, sucked and nibbled on it until he pressed his tongue right into your cunt, fucking you with his tongue like he'd promised. The mix of his hot breath, his tongue inside your walls, his thumb working on your clit made all your senses flush full of adrenaline. Bucking against his face, you rode his mouth until another flash burst through you and you came all over his face, grinding down on his nose until the last waves of your orgasm had left you.

When he climbed back over, kissing your belly, your nipple, covering you with his warmth, you were just a numb shell of the girl you were when you walked in here.

Billy kissed your jaw, your neck, stroking your hair as you regained your senses.

Whoever had been overhead had gone. It was completely silent. And it left you wondering if that last wave of need had been the Seducer's spell or Billy's.

"We should go, love," he whispered. "Before I stuff you full of my cock and have you cumming on it for the third time."

His filthy mouth brought you back to your body, cold and sweaty and oh so comfortable with two orgasm singing in your veins.

"Yeah," you whispered as Billy pushed the trap door open, peaking out to make sure the coast was clear, and then hopping out. He helped you out with his hand, gentle and calm, smoothing down your hair, covering your nipple, patting down your two-inch skirt.

"I've made a real good mess of you, love, eh?" he chuckled, standing and taking your hand. "Was I a good pet?"

[bunny-1111]

Did I stutter? Theo Nott x fem!reader

Description: With the Christmas ball approaching, you can’t stop daydreaming about Theo. But when Pansy reveals that he’s been quietly chasing off your suitors, you’re left questioning his true feelings. When confronted, Theo’s possessiveness comes to light—but will he finally ask you to the ball?

Genre: Angst, slow burn, romance Warnings: Slight possessiveness, mild language

Word count: 1.9k

Part 2, here

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The Christmas ball was a yearly sensation.

When the autumn leaves were long covered by the deep snow of winter, was when you knew it was not far off.

As you sat in the great hall across from your friends in a daydream, imagining Theo all dressed up in a three-piece suit, your mind slipped into mush as you dreamed about his hand placed delicately on your waist, moving you through the steps of a waltz.

"Hello, earth calling. Are you even listening to me?!" Pansy clicked her fingers to pull you attention back into focus

"Sorry, you were saying?" you rush, flustered by your own thoughts.

"Yeah, I was asking if you want to go to Hogsmeade this afternoon?" she continued.

"Oh sure" you agree, you eyes now glued to your plate, trying to pull your mind away from him

"we'll join you, yeah" Draco casually adds

"No!" Pansy quickly exclaims

"what, why not?" replies Draco his voice high and whiney

"Because, girls day, only, we're gonna try find some dresses for the Christmas ball" inisted Pans

"we are?" you question

"we are." she states

"Oh Merlin, I hate this ball bullshit" Enzo adds, throwing his fork down

"Couldn't agree more, Enz" says Theo softly

"Yeah, Theo it must be so annoying having every girl in every house ask you to the dance, gosh you boys are insufferable" ranted Pansy

Oh, that's right, the unpleasant reminder that you and Theodore have no romantic relations and you can't do anything about the girls who swoon over him, Merlin. Why do they all have to be so desperate for him? Why can't they just leave him for you? Why can't something happen between you two why can't h-

"Come on let's go get ready for Hogs" She interrupts your self-destructive thoughts, now dragging you along back to the dorms.

As you shiver into your scarf, the cold air bites at your lips, the snow filled streets of Hogsmeade bring a sense of quickness in turns of just how soon the ball is.

"I expect someone should ask you to the dance soon" Pansy says linking her arms in your as you walk together, shopping bags in your free arms.

"Thanks, Pans, you too," you smile

You're met with unusual silence from her, so you give her a small shove, a gentle nudge, saying, spit it out.

"Well, Draco's asked me to go... I've said yes" she carefully says

"Pans! When, why didn't you tell me? This again, I thought you said you and Dray were really done this time?" You ramble, eyes wide with passionate protection for her

"I know, but like his gonna let someone else take me, I wouldn't want him to go with anyone else take me either, it's just like you and-" she starts

"Don't finish that sentence alright, you and Draco dated, Theo and I nothing" you huff

"Oh yeah, then why is he going around threatening any guy who even considers asking you." her tone

Pansy’s words hit you like a bludger to the chest, forcing the air out of your lungs. You almost stumble your steps, but she keeps her arm linked with yours, pulling you along as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell

“What are you talking about?” you ask, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrays you, cracking at the end.

Pansy raises a brow, glancing at you like she’s holding the world’s best secret, and you’re not in on it. “Oh, don’t play dumb. It’s been happening for months.”

Months?

Theo, your Theo, going around and threatening people from asking you to the ball? That doesn’t make sense. He barely looked at you when you weren't all together, always composed, acting as though your presence didn’t make his eyes soften as you wished they would.

But then again, you have noticed that boys, nice boys, that is, had stopped approaching you after a while. You chalked it up to bad luck. You and your friends did have a certain unapproachability. The rumors swirled about Theodore Nott being unattainable, uninterested in any romance, but he never gave any indication that he’d be willing to defend you, much less ward off potential suitors.

“yeah right, that can’t be true.” Your denial comes out weaker than you intend, the words sitting heavy on your tongue.

Pansy giggles like the school girl she is. “Sweetheart, believe what you want, but I know a possessive bloke when I see one. Trust me, Draco’s the same way, just less… subtle.” She waves her hand dismissively, but her eyes hold a knowing glimmer, irritating you. Like she has insight into your life that you aren’t aware of yourself.

You shake your head, trying to process everything. “But why wouldn’t he just—”

“Ask you himself?” Pansy finishes for you, her voice lilting, almost teasing. “Oh, come on, you know Theo. He’s about as emotionally available as a cursed lock. He probably doesn’t even realise what he’s doing half the time.”

“But pans, months?”

Pansy shrugs a nonchalant gesture that tells you she’s probably been keeping this from you for a while. “Look, I didn’t say anything because I thought you’d figure it out, and honestly, it’s kind of fun watching him sulk whenever someone gets too close. Merlin, the way he glares could melt the snow.”

You let out a breath, the cold air burning your lungs as you try to wrap your mind around it. Theodore Nott, the Theo who lives in your mind, your friend of years, the same Theo you desperately want to yourself, had been quietly chasing off any competition? It feels surreal, like a dream you’d conjured in the midst of one of your daydreams in the Great Hall.

But if that’s true… then why hasn’t he made a move? Why hasn’t he said anything to you?

As if reading your thoughts, Pansy squeezes your arm. “Don’t overthink it. Boys are complicated, especially our boys alright, even when they think they’re being clear. Maybe he’s waiting for the right moment, or maybe he’s just an idiot.”

You laugh, a short, breathy sound that fogs up the air around you. “Yeah, idiot sounds about right.”

Hogsmeade is bustling with students, all of them chattering about the upcoming ball, dresses, dates, and everything in between. You glance at shop windows, your eyes trailing over elegant gowns and shimmering accessories, but your mind is miles away, stuck on a certain brown-haired Slytherin boy who, apparently, has been harboring some very mixed signals.

By the time you make it back to the castle, your hands are full of bags, and your head is full of unanswered questions. Pansy is still chattering away, something about her dress and how Draco better match her, but you can barely focus.

You keep replaying her words over and over again. Theo’s threatening people? Why wouldn’t he just ask me? The thought sends your heart into a frenzy, and no matter how much you try to convince yourself, it’s nothing, that maybe Pansy is exaggerating; you know deep down that she’s probably right.

It isn’t until the next morning at breakfast that you catch sight of Theo, sitting at the Slytherin table with his usual quiet confidence. His hair is slightly tousled, like he couldn’t be bothered to comb it properly, and his tie is crooked, but it doesn’t matter—he still looks effortlessly good, as always.

Your heart does a little flip as you watch him, your mind racing with everything Pansy told you. Should you say something? Ask him if it’s true? Or would that be too forward? Maybe you should just wait it out, see if he says anything first…

But before you can make a decision, Theo glances up and locks eyes with you. It’s a brief moment, but it’s enough to send your pulse skyrocketing. His expression is unreadable, as usual, but there’s something in his gaze that makes your stomach twist.

You quickly look away, focusing on your plate, but your thoughts are a mess. Could he see it all on your face? Are you accidentally showing what you didn't have the courage to say?

The rest of the day passes in a blur, and by the time evening rolls around, you’re no closer to figuring out what to do. Pansy, of course, is no help—she just keeps teasing you about it, making cryptic comments about how Theo’s going to “make his move” eventually.

You’re not so sure.

It’s not until later, when you’re heading back to the common room after a long day of classes, that you run into Theo. Literally.

You’re not paying attention, too caught up in your own thoughts, and you bump right into him as you turn the corner.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t—” you start to apologize, but the words die in your throat when you look up and realize it’s him.

Theo’s standing there, hands in his pockets, his usual calm, unreadable expression in place. But there’s something different about him tonight, something that makes your heart race.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine, as his hand lays on your shoulder, steading your place in front of him

“Hey,” you reply, trying to keep your voice still, but it’s a losing battle.

For a moment, neither of you says anything. The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words and tension.

Before you can make a decision, Theo breaks the silence. “You’re going to the ball, right?”

The question catches you off guard, and you nod before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, I am.”

His eyes darken slightly, and he takes a step closer. “With anyone?”

Your heart skips a beat, and for a second, you forget how to breathe. Is this it? Is he finally going to ask you?

“No,” you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Theo’s gaze stays locked on yours for a long moment, and then, finally, he says, “Good. Keep it that way.”

And just like that, he turns and walks away, leaving you standing there, your mind spinning.

You stand frozen in place, his words echoing in your mind. Good. Keep it that way. It’s a simple sentence, but the way Theo said it, with that intensity in his eyes, sends your heart into a tailspin.

What did he mean by that? Was it a warning? A request? Or something else entirely?

You shake your head, trying to clear the confusion, but it’s no use. Theo’s always been hard to read, but this feels different—like there’s something just beneath the surface that you can’t quite grasp.

"No Theo wait!" you call out before he gets too far

His body swiftly turns around waiting for you, typical Teddy, of course he makes you run after him.

When you finally reach him all you can manage is "I don't understand."

"what's not to understand, darling," he says softly almost sympathetic

"Have you stopped guys from asking me, personally?" you say so quickly you didn't even have time to realise what you had just asked

"Yes. I have" he replies immediately

"wh-what?" you mutter out

"Did I fucking stutter? Anyone asks you and you tell me" his tone stern and meaningful, inching closer and closer to you, "alright"

"alright" you agree in a small voice

"Good girl" he smiles as he tilts his head, before walking off.

well, what the fuck now.

Author Note: I've been feeling so unsure about my writing lately, I've been struggling to produce good work. I have been so flat out at work that by the time I get home, I'm writing at like 2am, so it just turns out shit... and I get too tired to finish it properly like this one, but I just wanted to get something out. Ugh, I'm sorry. anyway hope you try to enjoy this one, I will get back to my confident writing soon, I hope lol love youuuuuuu, B.

Part 2, here

[starslyt]

Confession of Sin (Impurities that Cannot be Washed away) - C. Lucilfer

WC: 2808

CW: dubious consent, shameless smut, Blasphemy, obsession, fucking in a church, virginity loss, blood mentions, Corruption, abuse of power, masturbation, public humiliation, face fucking, praise and degradation, age gap, breeding, forced pregnancy, sermons and biblical verses

Tags/AN: @cafekitsune (<3), minors for the god himself, do not interact.

only candle light lit the dim place up, it was hot and muggy inside, the smell of burnt wood could be smelled heavily aswell

"how many i help you?" chrollo asked looking at you with a little need and maybe a little want

"forgive me for i have sinned..." you choked out slightly getting on your knees as the man closed his Bible using the rosary to keep this place

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"hm.." chrollo hummed walking towards you "what are you confessing?" he asked as he stopped infront of her

the way the dress fell against your legs and thighs knowing dressing like a whore in a church wasn't the right thing to do

maybe it was a good thing church was closed today.

chrollo wouldn't want anybody to see him staring Needingly at the dumb girl who didn't notice how he stared at her

he had gotten very fond of you in the 3 minutes you had been standing in his church..at least he wanted to believe it was in that moment

you stayed silent and hesitated earning a slap across the face and your cheeks being grabbed harshly as tears swelled up in your eyes

"im not asking again." chrollo said again "i...i  touched myself...i touched my- ..a-and i liked it." you finally confessed

you wanted to be pure. but you failed at your own promise to yourself and the way chrollo seen it, broke your promise with God. you knew what you did was wrong but you couldn't help it

your fingers traced over your clothed clit in the dead of night as the moon shined on your body from your window. you couldn't even hold in you whimpers and moans of motivation towards yourself as you looked in the mirror which was right between your legs holding that deadly eye contact with yourself

you hadn't been touched like that in the many years you had been on this earth, you wanted that contact, you desperately craved it

your fingers wrapped around your own panties and pulled them down but you didn't take your eyes off yourself thinking the girl in the mirror was quite beautiful and stunning. you hoping that maybe you could fulfill those sinful desires of yours

licking two of your fingers with properly groomed nails that weren't too long but not short either, you rubbed your clit

the pleasure you felt was electric and erotic, you let out lewd moans and whimpers which were loud since you were so sensitive from pent up frustration and neglect

your pussy was glistening with the wetness you had previously and now mixed with your own salvia

it was so pretty. A gorgeous sight to see indeed. you were so tight and tiny. it was puffy and swollen from the years of neglect. there it was aching for any touch it could find

you held your lips apart with one hand and used your thumb on the other hand to rub that sensitive place

your bedroom would be filled with little babbles as your head was flooded with nothing but the pleasure as you begged and praised someone who wasn't there.

"p-please.. i-i wanna cum, i'll be s-such a good girl-"

who were you talking to? absolutely nobody but, who did you have in mind?

Chrollo. And only him. He were the reason for such sinful behavior from you. He struck something inside you.

He were the reason you were coming a such a siner. The way he'd give you looks when you was in the crowd, the way he would act like such a pervert towards you made him irresistible to you

"i-i wanna cum for you.." you whimpered out as your legs shook and your juices flowed out of you like the River of Eden as you cried from the pleasure

you couldn't handle the pleasure that was given from the orgasm you gave yourself in only 5 minutes

your liquids just didn't stop flowing out, you were overwhelmed. shaking. crying. and begging for it to stop but deep down you didn't want it to stop

you longed for the intense pleasure of having an orgasm but you cared about your relationship with God more than that.

your body couldn't handle the intensity of the pleasure therefore, you accidentally overstimmed yourself

"you're a sinner. nothing but a dirty lowlife." chrollo said forcing your chin out his hand harshly as it turned to the side

"who were you thinking about when you were playing with that pussy of yours darling?" he asked you as he snaked his hand under your dress rubbing straight on the sensitive clit if yours which made you tremble a little

"....you sir." you said melting into chrollo’s touch as his thoughts were correct, you had fallen for his game "such a dirty whore. You're so wet darling" Chrollo degraded you. you couldn't help but let that feeling move straight to your cunt

"O Almighty God,..." chrollo started to say as he unbuckled his pants and forcing you on your knees to suck his dick. his cock spring out as chrollo looked down at you with a little smirk letting his eyes say all the words he needed to say

you immediately engulfed his huge cock. you gagged and choked out and let out little whimpers as tears fell out of your eyes. He felt sorrow for you. you had never felt the pleasure you wanted to feel. you wanted to feel something so far inside you that you saw stars

To feel something so far down your throat that you gagged and cried. to have something fill your mouth with such bitter,salty taste

chrollo let out low grunts as he pushed himself down your throat as you chocked and gagged more but you wanted to make him proud

"merciful Father,.." he started again "look at you taking my dick like good slut. You look so pretty" he praised as he pushed himself deeper as more tears fell down your pretty cheeks

chrollo could feel your teeth grazing on his veins but it only added to the cuteness of seeing you struggle with such a big cock down your throat

"C'mon baby, can't you do something right? I can feel your teeth on my cock sweetie. You're not supposed to use your teeth. You can't be that fucking stupid darling"

"You can't think that this is enough can you? This is such a piss poor job, here let me help you. My dumb girl" chrollo said as he opened your mouth wider as he pushed himself even deeper down your throat

chrollo was pushing limits but he didn't care "see? It's not that hard to please me princess. God you're adorable" your pretty sparkly eyes still gleamed in faltering innocence

Even with a cock so far down your throat you couldn't breathe properly anymore and that was when chrollo knew he was in love— obsessed with you risking air just to please him without complaining

"fu- 'm gonna cum pretty baby, be a good girl and swallow it- wait, you don't have a choice" chrollo laughed sadistic as he came down you throat. you soon felt him come out with a 'pop' from your lips

your head had been deprived of oxygen for so long that your head was spinning and was seeing double. you felt the boy grab your hand and walk over to the podium stand and behind you, over the podium right under, the huge stained glass window of Jesus that looked over the church, specifically looking down at the podium

"I, a poor.. miserable sinner," chrollo said putting your underwear to your ankles as you were finally getting what you wanted from the start, to have chrollo’s cock buried so deep inside you

but were you really ready?

"wait..." the girl cried out but it was too late. before you could finish Chrollo had pushed himself in your virgin cunt making you yelp as he stretched you out as your eyes filled tears

Although you cried, he took no pity towards you, in fact, he pushed himself even deeper than before going faster just to see even more pretty tears on your cheeks. he knew what you wanted.

"this is what happens when you let corrupt your sacred garden, it gets used for its fruits and nothing more, my pretty little whore" chrollo explained as she let out cry

chrollo stretching out your tight little cunt with his cock causing him to break you hymen or pop you cherry making you bleed

chrollo pulled out a little bit to see his cock coated in your pure blood, he licked his lip at the sight. he used his hand to spread the blood around evenly, planning to use it as a substitute for lube, he didn’t wanna hurt his pretty girl too badly

chrollo harshly and roughly shoved his cock back into you as a slight squelch sound could be heard from you pretty hole, Chrollo popped his fingers in his mouth

You weren’t the first he’d done this too and you most certainly wasn’t going to be the last. Chrollo relished in taking the virginity of girls. tasting them, worshipping them

but you were different. your blood had a particularly different taste. it consisted of purity. real innocence that wasn’t being faked. Chrollo relished in that flavor letting it explore his mouth, why would he do something so weird? he couldn't tell you but he'd do it again.

maybe if chrollo waited a couple weeks until he fucked you again maybe then you’d be tight enough to stretch out again and make you bleed for him again

chrollo was in awe, his cock felt so good buried inside you. you were squeezing down on him so tightly his fingernails dug into your hips

"confess to You," Chrollo said as he continued to pound the girl from the back harshly. your screams and sobs of pleasure and pain, you didn't except loosing your virginity would hurt that badly. you had an idea but this was way more than you could’ve fathomed

maybe it was just chollo’d size that made it painful? It was big enough to stretch the hole of a whore all over again

maybe that's the reason.

"all my sins and iniquities," Chrollo continued as he watched how your eyes would water and those tears would fall with each thrust. you were already so very sensitive from last night. you wasn't going to last long

"Chrollo-..please." you whimpered out with loud little cries as you were approaching your orgasm as he hit all the right spots inside you as your head flooded with nothing but pleasure once again feeling that same feeling you felt last night but more intensely and internal

"p-please, i'll be such a good girl for you, sir.. " you babbled out. your eyes were rolling back into your head. you looked so fucked out and pretty but it wasn't up to you. you had no say. chrollo wasn't going to give you one either.

you were under his control now and Chrollo loved it that way. The way you'd melt at his touch and jolted at his glaze. you truly were absolutely adorable.

maybe you didn't believe in this so called "God" anymore, some guy that lived in the sky with the clouds, to you, he seemed a bit selfish; why make feeling such an pleasureful experience a sin?

as you leaned your head back you saw the glass window of the man you worshipped like your life depended on it, it does. the man who would give you salvation and in the end, keep your soul safe. protected by the angels

the look of peace and security twisted into a look of judgment and disgust through clouded eyes, although the expression on his face never changed visibly

As of now you couldn't remember a thing. That pain turned to pleasure eventually and you moans got even louder and desperate as you babbled out lewd words and phrases unconsciously

In and out of that pleasurable headspace hearing nothing but white noise, which resulted in no thoughts just the hyper fixation of the feeling of Chrollo’s cock pushing in and out quickly

But it wasn't enough, "h-harder ..." you’d cry out as your face turned away from him in embarrassment as Chrollo put his hand under your neck and forced you to look up at him as he went harder just like you wanted causing you to let out a high pitched moan from the electric feeling

Chrollo had to admit you looked like an angel underneath him, moaning and whimpering like a slut, his slut

your drool running down from those pretty  lips down to your chin made you look even sinful than you were before

"daddy please- ah..fuck!" you whimpered as he pounded faster as you squirted on him. that creamy pussy of yours leaving a ring around his base they dripped down to his balls. you whimpered loudly squirming trying to get away from him but oh no he wasn't going to stop now matter now many times you pleaded and begged. Even pushed him away only for him to grab you and push you down even more.

“now now princess, you can take it right? don’t you wanna make me proud, angel?” chrollo coo’d in your ear as you let out a whine “yes-ahh, i wanna make you so proud”

a smile formed on his lips at your words. to be quite honest, all he wanted from you was a a quick nut and maybe a baby

"with which I have ever offended you," Chrollo continued and got rougher as he wanted his dick get clenched around your insides

he sent a hard smack against your ass that made you cry even harder and was definitely going leave a mark on you, as if your neck and shoulders weren't already marked up with bites and hickeys

Chrollo lifted your leg up on the podium and went faster, he was now chasing his own high as you was in pure heaven, seeing your vision go blurry as you rested your head on the podium

your pretty noises got louder as you were enjoying this new position but you were so sensitive it started to hurt but that didn’t stop the pleasure from fronting but you would do anything to make Chrollo happy.

after all, you did let him let him take your virginity and the two of you weren’t even married but you allowed him anyways

Chrollo felt his high coming, feeling your warm walls tighten around him- only at the mere thought of cumming together was enough to send you both over the edge

"i-i'm not on birth control or anything so pullout" you explained but Chrollo did not falter. he kept thrusting hitting your cervix as you heard nothing but another sadistic  laugh from him in return

"you're gonna have my baby darling. why would i pull out?, you're gonna be my Mary alright? so take like a good little slut does, you're doing such a good job for me, my angel"

you didn't have time to protest, the acceptance came when Chrollo came deep inside your cervix with a grunt and you a whimper when you finally got the praise you craved from him

"and justly deserved your punishment, " he continued to thrust in you making sure his cum would be planted deep inside of you, he wanted to make sure that you were going to have a kid, his kid, no matter what.

"now, " he continued on with his prayer for you as he pulled out refusing to look at you as he bent down to watch his cum drip out your cunt, Chrollo stared graciously at the sight with a smile

you stayed in that same position for quite sometime trying to catch you breath and actually think about what just happened but it was all just a blur to you but you'll always remember this day. whenever you’d looked at Chrollo and the baby you were going to be bred with

Chrollo was so ready for his favorite girl in the congregation to have his baby. the one who was too shy to look at him, speak to him and even be around him, who now had his cum dripping; mixed with your fluids; down your leg and on the floor. the mere thought could make him have a round 2 with you

"and forever, " Chrollo said as he pulled up your panties which were now stained with sin, blasphemy and no regrets

"Amen."

[sp00kcanwrite]

Hear me out- i'm cooking here some idea! Like- what if Sun wukong, Macaque (separatedly) met an Reader who is an Goddess of the Moon, like, not like Chang'e but mostly THE Protector! One of the elements, like, they met her when she was humming a tune while sitting on a little moon shape floaty thing (The Design might be inspired of Moonlight Cookie From Cookie run Ovenbreak/Kingdom! So you get an idea of how to do it <33) Some Headcanons??? I'll gladly love to read it! It can be Some fluff or something about them both having a crush on The Reader (bro's gonna go wild if they found out Reader is lesbi-) (jk,jk, just an nerd joke from the moonlight x sea fairy story)

Just an fan of Moonlight Cookie here! Love your fics <33

Stay healthy and keep yourself all good

-This dumb nerd

I LOVE COOKIE RUN TO!

This is my first,and (probably will always be) my favorite request ♡♡♡

MACAQUE X MOON GODDESS! READER

Maybe a bit OOC

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MEETING!

Macaque never thought he'd stumble into a moon goddess but here he is!

After a fight with wukong, in wich macaque barely got away, he fled to a usually empty lake surrounded by woods .

He didn't expect the isolated area to be occupied by a women with almost glowing skin and a ethereal dress to be sitting elegantly on a Cresent moon like platform that floated 5 inches away from the water of the lake and gave off a white glow.

The woman hummed a soft tune that would put thousands of children to sleep. Though it was very quiet macaque would've been able to hear it from a mile away, he almost fell asleep as he felt the insomnia he's been plagued with for years slip away.

His black claws gripped onto the bark of a tree as he watched the lady for, he doesn't even know how long at this point.

Maybe his grip was to strong as the wood eventually let out a booming Crack and fell forward, right into the lake. The water splashed over the woman sitting in a Cresent moon.

HEADCANONS!!

I won't lie that man fled as soon as the wood gave out, faster then sonic i swear. Yet he found himself coming back to the same lake, to hear the same humming tune that you sung.

After awhile, I'd say 4 weeks, you'd finally introduce yourself. And boy did that shock the raven haired monkey as he thought he was being rather sneaky.

It takes a while for him to warm up to you but patience is perfection! And trust me eventually he did, and soon that friendship blossomed into something else.

He thought of you every night, everything about you intoxicated the guy. Your humming, your face, your eyes, and even how quiet you spoke.

He knew he had it bad but couldn't convince himself to confess, so what does he do? He ghosts you

For a pretty long times (cough 8 days) until you finally take actiona and burst into his dojo, your moon staff in hand, and demanded a explanation on why he was avoiding you.

After a long while of bickering he accidentally slips out a confession, you paused completely when you heard the words come out your mouth.

Oddly enough..you didn't mind it

MEETING!

Ya'll know how in the books he was described to be a light weight drinker? Yeah it was true. And he's a man of bad luck to run into the same moon goddess that he treated so rudely in the past.

He was stumbling threw a forest, god knows how he got there, and ran into a glowing woman that sat sleepily on a Cresent moon. And when I say ran in I mean it, he ran full force into you by accident of course.

By the time you got up and held him by his collar the man was knocked out, he wanted to smack him over the skull buttt that wouldn't be very "elegant" for you (definitely not because you knew he was THE sun wukong)

So you dragged him to FFF mountain, all the way into the shame shack and threw him on his bed. But sadly this powerful demon had, in his sleep, gripped onto your flowing gown and pulled you onto the bed with him.

No matter how hard you wiggled or squirmed you were stuck being wukongs brand new stuffed toy for the night.

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He was out like a rock, you had to summon your staff and hit him a couple of times before he even opened a eye.

But oh boy when he did you screamed louder then any siren could in all 7 seas. Not from fear, but from hangover shock.

You scoffed at his girlish scream and turned your nose up to his lazy apology. As you went to the door the great sage folded over on the ground, and started breathing heavy? Was he gagging? Why- OH CRAP

I don't think I need to say what happened next, it ended with him bent over a toilet and you helping him up. You don't know how or why but you stayed for a good 6 hours just listening to the obviously touch deprived monkey, you could tell by how he clinged on your arm, ramble on and laugh at his antics in the past. Tha antics that caused alot of trouble to the moon you protected.

Turns out the great sage has some overpowering charm as you found yourself showing up to his house again

And again

And again

Until you memorized flower fruit mountain like it was the back of your hand.

The lonely great sage found himself growing fonder and fonder of you each day, he wondered why his heart beat so much, why his palm went sweaty or why he felt hot around you.

Until it hit him the day you cooked him a peach pie.

He had hearts in his eyes as he held your wrist, catching the steaming pie with his tail he looked you in the eye and said with much confidence.

"I love you!"

"I like woman-"

(JK)

(JK)

You stared with shock as the monkey man confessed his feelings, and as hard as a asteroid hitting the moon your lips crashed with his.

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hi! I saw your alejandro NSFW alphabet and I was in love! Mind doing a John price NSFW alphabet if you are comfortable?

Absolutely comfortable with my favorite dilf omg 🥵 took me a while since I'm working on other requests and I'm sorry bout that but I hope you're still around here! also I'm so SORRY this is so LONG, couldn't help myself!!! Hope you enjoy even so 😭 To work:

TW: NSFW, SMUT. MINORS DNI!

John Price NSFW Alphabet

masterlist | ao3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There will always be plenty of it, even if he's in a bad mood, even if he's really pissed at you: he'll always love praising his babydoll the most. After he's done with you and absolutely sure your thighs are sliding from the slick that's still down there and exhausted from intensely riding him, he'll hold you fondly against his bear chest and kindly brush his worn fingers through your hair, caressing that very soft spot in your scalp. Although you're in his office and it's kind of necessary for you to get ready and leave quickly before someone can come in and catch you fucking your captain, he'll take his time and offer you a drag of his cigar, and find it very adorable if you inhale wrong and cough; "Gotta let the smoke get to your lungs, love, inhale... that's right, good. Now let go... there you go." he'll say, while his fingertips brush deliciously calmly your bare back, contouring your spine; if you don't choke and is actually an avid smoker like himself, he'll be glad to share and will offer you cigarettes or cigars from his pack evertyime he feels like.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You'd hardly say he has a favorite body part of yours, because he'll spare no efforts in worshiping it whole - every part of it. If he absolutely had to pick one particular thing, he'd probably say your thighs and legs. Before the two of you engaged in a official relationship, it wasn't often he could see them because you'd mostly wear those average cargo pants; the very first time you accepted to go out with the team and not so unintentionally decided to wear that damn tiny dress, your thighs started living rent free in your cap's mind. He had a hard time staring them all night long, craving it as the dress kept riding up your thighs while you danced - against other men. Almost like you were challenging him in finally coming to you after days of incessant innuendo and stares at work.

As for himself, he loves his hairy, perfumed and broad chest. He feels vivid like he doesn't in much time when you brush those small soft hands of yours across it, when you're with them all over him like you own him - particularly in those times you feel jelly when you see some other woman staring at him. Like stating he's your man. He loves it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Before the two of you made a commitment, he was very careful with it. By that time, you getting pregnant could be a very big problem for both of you - not only because you're considerably younger than him, but mostly because he is your boss. Your captain. That could come off the wrong way for his superiors, could hurt both of your reputations. He'd grab a twisted handful of your hair, his other hand digging tight on your waist as he digs, buries his cock deep within your swollen walls - your leg bent, resting over the desk and your cunt so exposed your clit rubs lightly on the wooden surface each time he thrusts - you're going insane. You came minutes ago and there he is still fucking you dumb, making you bite your own cheeks trying to keep your voice down, till suddenly contact's broken and he steps back, pumping his cock a few times only to release his spend on your beautiful thigh, with a muffled groan. "Bloody fuckin'- ah, doll, y' gonna kill me like that..."

Today's day with the two of you dating, nothing will get him more relaxed than forcing his seed inside you, watching his own cum drip through your folds once he pulls off - and he'll gladly tell you after, that he really hopes it catches this time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's been watching you closely from your very first day of work. He'd never tell you or anyone else - and sometimes, he denies it to himself out of shame, that he intentionally recruited you on his team because of his crescent infatuation with your young, beautiful and strong self. It's not that you're not highly competent and good at your job, definitely not. But that wasn't his only reason to pick you, and he'll bury this secret with him - that he once in his life chose to be unprofessional, because he wanted you. But btw that didn't stop him from being tough and demanding with you, especially on your first days. heh

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's definitely very experienced, in every pure aspect of it. It was a part of the reason you grew interested on him with no time - he was experienced like none of these young guys you had before. Knows every right places, mature, caring. Bit old fashioned. It was all you wanted; It'll get on your nerves sometimes although, because you're not the only one to think that he's the hottest shit alive. Many woman fancy him, some older than you - which will get you really concerned sometimes. He'll reaffirm you whenever it's necessary, he's yours, have never been anyone's like he's yours.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It generally depends on his mood, but again if he had to absolutey state a favorite one: on your side or behind. Stressing day at work, comes home to find you waiting for him in bed - he'll love fucking you on your side, heavy panting on your ear as his hand squeezes your perfect sized breast - his hips moving ever so slowly as his hand brushes the skin of your belly down to your folds, where he'll comfortably make room for his fingers against your clit in slow, circular movements. "God I fuckin' need you today, hun..." - he'll grunt in your ear in his raspy voice.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not in the moment particularly, not when fucking you - but on all other times, he'll find room to be goofy and make you laugh at his terrible jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's hairy on all parts of his body, no thread. He's very clean and groomed, yes - he loves his beard and moustache, spends a hideous amount of money in lotions and perfume and combs it after every shower he takes, religiously. Wears a big beard for so long now he probably can't picture himself with a shaven face anymore.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Price is the perfect balance between rearranging your guts whenever you're a brat and he's got to teach you a lesson, and pulling multiple orgasms out of you by fucking you slow and passionately when he's affectionate. He'll have you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you, his hand supporting your back while he spares no efforts in trailing kisses from your breast to your neck, smelling your hair and letting out a low mewl to how amazing you feel. He'll be lazy, slow, move your hips ever so slow making you roll against him like you're dancing on his lap. "Mmm-" he'll moan, before taking your mouth in a passionate sloppy kiss again.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't need much of it anymore, so only in cases of much need - in mission and can't concentrate in anything else but work, some of you had to travel for any type of reason, he's really horny and you're sick - he'll do it. But as for before having you, he'd be embarassed to admit how many times he had masturbated to you in the shower.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Brat tamer, and it doesn't surprise anyone. He doms almost everytime. He absolutely loves it when you put up an attitude - not acting childish, no, when you stand up and defy him. He'll be the boss. He'll be proud of himself for marking you everywhere he possibly can, for owning you.

A bit of exhibitionism. He loves fucking you raw against his office desk or honestly anywhere else it's plausible in the headquarters; he loves it that he has to cover your mouth or else you'd be a loud moaning mess. It was hard restraining himself when someone knocked on the other side of the door, all curtains down and the slight sound of your mouth gagging on his cock. When you mentioned to stop, he forced your head hard till your nose met the hair in his groin, and oh only God knows how hard it was finding room for all that length in your throat.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

When I mean anywhere he can, I mean anywhere he can. He even would enjoy it if he had someone watching the two of you, but for the bare reason of: he's the one fucking you. He's making sure that this other person watching knows it, that you're his and only his. If anything, he wouldn't share, quite the opposite. But the idea that there's a dangerous possibility that someone catches the two of you arouse him; so, in his office, in the deposits, sometimes in the briefing room if it's late and empty.

Of course, that doesn't exclude the special place in his heart that his big, comfy bed has. He loves having you on his bed, cozy, warm, and very domestic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you being the badass youngster you are turns him on; not exactly when at mission, because at those times he keeps himself strictly professional and very concentrated. But in the backstage, he loves it when you defy him and when you brat around - that'll give him further reasons to punish you later.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wouldn't do anything if he gets the slight sense that you don't want to, nothing to hurt you (not for real) and wouldn't share. Perhaps, he'd love to have someone seeing it but sharing is a huge no. Watcher can't touch or get closer, only watch, while he makes you cum.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Can't possibly say he has a preference, he adores both equally. He'll love burying your face deep in his groin till you feel that little ache on the back of your throat, and keep you there till you're out of air; he'll also love burying himself between your thighs, especially when you wrap them tight against his face and squeeze it - he could die on the warmth of your thighs and cunt.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As mentioned before, it highly depends on his mood. When taming, when fucking you rough, punishing - he'll go fast and rough enough to get you out air while trying to restrain your voice; "Hell- hm, d'you like it now, are you gonna keep the attitude- hn- now? Hm?" he'll moan, pressing your whole body against the wall, fucking you standing.

If passionate, he'll take his time with you in a slow pace, slow movements more like a dance of his hips against yours in syntony. He'll hum pretty words in your ear and promise you the world; "M' gonna fuckin' marry you, hun... have this pretty little cunt everyday."

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Although he likes to have freedom and time to fuck you straight and get at least two delicious orgasms out of you, he's a very busy man and you're too a very busy woman, and quickies are simply very convenient for the both of you. I'd say quite often, giving the circumstances - which doesn't mean that he doesn't, at least twice a week, spares time to fuck you the way he likes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's a bit old fashioned, but he's willing to experiment if it's nothing too eccentric. If you ask nicely, he'll try; if you're not familiar with it he'll also love teaching you a bit more of bdsm, since he's bit of an adept.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Lots of stamina. Wouldn't go all night long because he simply doesn't have to, he's very experienced, good at what he does and he knows it. He knows what buttons to press to make you feel good; he lasts two good delicious long rounds, and that's enough to get you to heaven.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Again, a bit old fashioned; so I don't think he own many toys. He does own ropes he'll love to use on you, and as for the rest he'd rather use his own hands. He wouldn't refuse to use toys if asked though, probably wouldn't be too comfortable with using on himself, but would definitely use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he loves restraining you, girl. Days without seeing him? You won't touch, won't relieve yourself in any other way. You'll wait, patiently, agonizingly, like the good girl you are, for him to arrive. He'll let you climbing up the walls, craving him. If he's in mission, he'll send you pictures, videos - that'll make you want to scream for not being able to touch yourself while watching. When he comes back, IF he thinks you deserve it, he'll fuck you; if not, he'll make you beg. If you disobey him, get yourself ready for when he arrives. That'll be a fun ride.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not exactly loud, but very vocal. He grunts, says dirty things against your ear in a low, raspy whisper - will get moans out of you for he loves seeing his little girl squirming under him. Will encourage you not holding your voice back, and if you're in a dangerous spot and could possibly be seen, he'd shush you with a deep thrust - or by occupying your mouth with his fingers instead.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has a picture of you in his wallet and finds it the most absolutely romantic and cute thing ever. And he's right it is

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's definitely big, but that's not the best part of it, not what really caught you off: he's thick. Swollen, a little thicker in the middle and thins towards the tip - just enough to stretch you out entirely anytime he goes inside you. Full of blood pumping veins and surrounded by a fair amount of hair, arghhh I want it

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He though he was going back to his teenager years in those first months after meeting you. Hell, he'd be craving for you for the least things - he definitely felt young again. It's high, he's not compulsive but the bare sight of your body makes him think of the nastiest things - and that's been even before the two of you actually started that fling, that later one became the relationship you have now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is a very tired man we're talking about. After making sure you're okay, all good, clean, warm, cozy, not thirsty and feeling loved, he'll collapse on your bare breasts hugging you for dear life - don't you dream of waking up before him because you won't get to push him out of yourself, like - no way.

[holdmeclosebutdontloveme]

Warning: discussion of reader's body parts, talk of weight gain and other perfect imperfection of stretched skin. also mentions of diet.

dumb rules and its consequence.

kishibe benefited from it, actually, watching you squirm in discomfort, completely struggling to suck in your cute belly while pulling the ends of your pencil skirt down to your knees. work from home should've been a blessing but it seems protocols were made for the sake of performative professionalism and so employees were forced to wear a complete work-appropriate attire during zoom calls.

and with little to practically nothing in your closet that screams the strict mandates of what your company regulates. you had to dug deep into the old boxes of skirts, slacks and dress-shirts from your time in college, maybe even a bit of the first few years of doing office work.

but you have gained weight throughout the years. a bit of stress-eating, perfecting home-cooked meals, and just the fact you've gotten better with your diet as opposed to the strict regimen you've gone through for the sake of beauty, and beauty alone.

you had constantly muttered under your breath that you'll buy new ones and he promises that he'll finance your new wardrobe after this meeting.

but for now, he stares down your thick thighs that never fails to disappoint you at the moment, your skirt rides up to reach the ends of your safety shorts, which have also rolled and risen up from the mid to upper portion of your thighs.

your dress-shirt was also tight in some areas like your arms and your chest. your wore a tank-top over your bra to cover it.

it might've been counterintuitive since it seems the button over your breast is barely holding on to its hole.

but you made sure to angle your camera at a shoulder-length direction. and all of the things you were worried about were useless from the fact alone. also it's not like your boss was checking everyone's attire and kishibe is sure that the old man was wearing his boxers. he didn't even properly button-up his shirt, much less of the tie that was loosening around his neck as the minutes passed by.

the meeting finally ends and you were quick to mutter your farewells before closing the lid of your laptop. once that's done, you took off your shirt and pulled down your safety shorts. you even unhooked your skirt before plopping down next to him on the couch.

he was quick to place a hand on your thigh, cupping it, digging the pads of his fingers deeply to leave a mark. but caresses eventually took over his affection for a part of you that he loves dearly; the mark in your inner left thigh was a testament to his obsession and he hums, his ego inflated, from the fact it has yet to fade away.

you let him spread your thighs apart, observing with darkened eyes of your lover kneeling down in front of you, praising your stretch marks and cellulite.

he kisses you from your knees to the upper and inner portion of your thighs, his nose brushing lightly against your underwear with a loud sniff that seems comical than sexy.

he even follows with a loud sigh. "i'm home."

you snort and he looks at you, amused by the reaction, and all of the tension fades away as he lies down on the couch with his head on your lap.

"i need a nap," he says before actually closing his eyes.

you couldn't complain, not when the night was restless on his end, from the mission down to the sex he excuse as a stress relief for you.

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 13: Fire and Ice

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tensura

Pairing: Guy Crimson x Leon Cromwell

Additional: Mermaid AU/Fantasy AU; Established GuyLeo (kind of); slightly possessive Guy

AN: I am late, I'm so sorry. After getting home yesterday I was feeling like shit to be honest. Ok, tbh I'm still feeling like shit, but at least I'm not so tired and hurting anymore. but hey...what do we spot here, a new AU for these idiots? :)

Also I didn't reread it for mistakes, so...my bad :')

Leon was sitting behind his desk, drawing up different formulae on a piece of paper. Scratching out certain symbols, when he noticed they wouldn't work very well together. He had abandoned his robes in favour of a light tank top some comfortable pants. If someone wanted something from his, they would be wise enough to knock, and then he could change his clothes with a snap of his fingers. It really wasn't that hard. Leon found himself looking up, watching the winter scenery outside his tower. Some dumb ass country really had to start a conflict shortly before the Christmas celebrations. The only time of the year when the king actually left him alone.

At least he had his tower tempered well enough to be bothered by the cold outside. He hoped he'd be done soon enough with the magic devices the king had demanded this time. Or rather his military adviser. And once he was done he could seal the doors to his tower to anyone but his subor-apprentences, as he needed to officially call them, and be done with the world for the rest of the year. Which by then would only be measly few days left, but still.

Leon took a deep breath and refocused on the papers in front of him. He did notice the shift in the air rather quickly. Yet he also recognised the mana that appeared within the room. Or rather who it belonged to.

"Leon~"

A small smile made its way onto Leon's lips, even though he stayed focused on his work. He still wasn't quite sure how he had gotten into this kind of…situation, but somehow he couldn't find himself to mind that much. Not when the other brought something of a comforting presence with him by now.

Though he could do without the hovering over his shoulder. Which wasn't all that surprising, because he never liked getting ignored for that long. Even when it had been him who had silently watched Leon in the beginning. With Leon only figuring out slowly what actually had been wrong.

"What?" Leon asked.

His voice had taken on a sort of absentminded tone, as he was drawing up some symbols. If he could get these to work, he might be finished sooner than anticipated. And then he finally could have his peace for a few days.

"What's going on here? Shouldn't you be enjoying some time off? You said you would have some time off now?"

Leon let out a sigh, when Guy pulled him to the back of his chair by his shoulder. Severely under dressed as always, Leon noted. Not that he minded, Guy had a handsome physique, though unfortunately the merman was well aware of that fact as well. And liked to utilise it more often than not.

"Some kingdom or something to the east started a conflict. The king needs some shi- stuff from me. And his butler has already been coming by for the nth time it feels like, pestering me when it would be done," Leon said.

He refocused back on Guy's blood red eyes instead of staring at his bare chest. Guy definitely had already noticed, so Leon needed to shift the topic soon enough, before he decided to tease him with that fact.

Guy's eyes did darken ever so slightly, his pupils doing that interesting thing again, where they turned into slits the tiniest bit more than normally. And Guy's eyes already were rather unusual, even when he was disguising himself as a human. He definitely was not amused with that he was hearing. Leon just hoped he wouldn't try something dumb,

"Diablo, huh? Don't mind him. Need my help?" Guy asked.

The smile was back soon enough on his face, though a bit more predatory than Leon liked. And a bit more forced. He knew what kind of help he was offering, but he really didn't want to risk their current status quo.

It was a wonder that Diablo hadn't yet decided to blow his cover in front of the king. Though then Leon would see himself tempted to blow Diablo's own cover. Not that the butler knew that Leon was aware of his little secret.

"Be glad I'm disguising you as an apprentice of the mages tower. Don't tempt fate Guy," Leon said.

He was about to turn back to his work, when Guy grabbed his chin and brought his own face closer to Leon's. The air surrounding him heating up and cooling down in irregular currents. Or rather, Guy trying to cool down the air surrounding Leon.

He was excited about something. Probably about teasing Leon again. Excited enough that he let his magic run freely at least the tiniest bit. Just enough to clash with Leon's own magic. Just enough to annoy Leon a little bit further.

"Don't want to share me?" Guy asked.

His voice was merely a whisper against Leon's lips. Anyone walking in on them would be scandalised what Guy was allowing himself. After all it was out of the question that each apprentice to the tower swore their loyalty to the master first and the king second.

A smile settled on Leon's lips. A small one, as he didn't back down from Guy's advances. Had found that it wasn't worth it in the end, and he would have to admit that at least the was a intellectual attraction there. Maybe even a physical.

"No, I don't," he said.

Guy's smile turned into a grin, before his face froze. Most likely as he realized that Leon had not gone in the defence like he usually would in moments like these. No, right now he wasn't in the mood for that.

Guy blinked at him, clearly confused as a small noise escaped his mouth indicating just that. Leon's smile grew a little bit, as he brought his hand up, to brush some strands of fire red hair from Guy's face. Remaining on his cheek, as to make sure that Guy wouldn't back away from him.

"I don't want to share you. Oh great king of the seas, mightiest of the merfolk," Leon whispered.

He definitely would not have done that if he hadn't been absolutely sure that they were alone. Though he had to admit, that the way Guy's face flushed the tiniest bit was worth it in the end. Leon lightly clapped his cheek and turned away from him again, back to his work.

"I'll have time for you in a moment," he said.

Guy let out a laugh, a nervous little sound, as he backed away. Definitely having been caught in his own trap this time. Leon would need to make sure to do this more often. It was satisfying.

He watched from the corner of his eyes as Guy sat down on a nearby chair, his eyes never leaving Leon, as he resumed working. As long as he was quiet, Leon couldn't even find himself to mind all that much.

"Alright~ I'll just sit here and look handsome then," Guy said.

Leon chuckled and nodded, humming in agreement. While Guy's mana was cooling the room down slightly, Leon couldn't find himself to mind. It was a welcome addition, and good to keep his own magic in check. Which tended to overflow whenever he got too focused on something. Having cost him multiple desks by now.

Guy quite watched as Leon worked, mumbling something once in a while, scribbling down words on one page, only to erase them on another. Icy blue eyes focused solely on his work, while Guy's blood red eyes were focused only on him. Guy made sure the suppress the excess of mana flowing out of Leon. He thought it was adorable how distracted he could become once in a while. His mana, a combination out of the purest of light and the hottest of fires, clashing with Guy's icy cold one. Though Guy himself didn't have an affinity, he just liked to tune his mana in a way to accent Leon's in the end.

After some time Leon leaned back and let out a long sigh, looking down on the paper in front of him. He leaned forward again and copied some of the things onto a clean sheet of paper, before burning the ones he had scribbled on in his hands. That was the perfect sign for Guy.

"Done?" he asked.

Guy didn't let Leon answer him. He just grabbed his arm, and pulled him onto his feet. One look at the page Leon had last written on, told him he was finished. He would only clean everything up once he was, Guy had learnt. Though he also once again found himself fascinated by the knowledge Leon possessed.

"Great! Let's go, it's too warm in here," Guy said.

He didn't let his eyes roam for too long. Leon could get cranky if he thought Guy was trying to look at whatever he had been working on. At least if it wasn't quiet finished yet.

He had long given up the pretense of knowing absolutely everything after all. At least in front of Leon. He had seen through his 'all-knowing ruler of the seas' thing rather fast after all. Especially because he himself was incredibly smart. Something Guy liked about him so very much.

"I like it like this?" Leon said.

Guy laughed and shook his head. He snapped his fingers at the same time as Leon did, so at least some rudimentary robes appeared on him. With Leon having gotten 'dressed' in his full robes again. Long, flowing, black robes with golden applications. Almost vibrating with magic and yet giving Leon an almost regal aura.

Guy grinned to himself. It was fitting, with how all the apprentices of the Tower practically worshipped Leon. It wouldn't be far off to say they were his subjects, yet the Mage Tower was under the command of that King, Guy couldn't care less about.

"Aw, did my fiery passion not yet warm you up again. Is it not enough to melt your icy heart, my mighty sorcerer," Guy said.

Guy himself had just let some light robes and a thin tank top appear on himself. Just enough to brand him as an 'apprentice', so their whole gig wouldn't get discovered. Even if there was a certain meddlesome someone in the castle that knew about his game.

But it had been the best Leon had been able to come up with, so Guy could regularly visit him, even when he was busy. Without drawing attention to himself. It didn't mean Guy actually did spend much time researching anything in the Tower. Or learning anything.

"Idiot," Leon said.

There was a small smile on his face as Guy looked back at him. Tiniest wrinkles appearing by his eyes, telling Guy everything he needed to know. And that tone, that affectionate, slightly annoyed and yet endearing tone was music to Guy's ears.

Again and again he needed to remind himself that Leon was just an incredibly skilled human, and not one of his sirens from down below the ocean. Luring a willing victim to their doom. Even if he could easily pass as one. None of the sirens Guy had under his command could even get close to looking as beautiful as his Leon.

"You still love me," Guy said.

Leon let out a sigh and let Guy pull him further through the tower. Some of the other apprentices looked at them scandalised, while other, the higher ones, the ones Leon did trust, knew. They didn't know the whole truth about Guy, but they knew that he was no mere apprentice.

Leon was highly critical in choosing new ones after all. And while Guy would have easily passed all the tests Leon gave out to aspiring mages out there, wishing to learn under his command, his personality just didn't fit right. No, Guy was at the Tower for another reason whatsoever.

"I never talked about love, Guy," Leon reminded him.

His mouth had been pulled down into a slight frown, while he let out a sigh. Leon wasn't sure why he was so lenient with the merman himself. He did like his presence a lot, that much he would need to admit. Even if in the beginning he had just wanted to research his species even further.

"But I do still appreciate you," Leon added.

He still wanted to learn more about the merfolk, just like Guy had his own ulterior goal as well, Leon was more than assured. But he also would be lying if he said that was his only motivation for letting Guy stick around him so much.

Leon shivered as they stepped outside, into the icy winter air. As lovely as it had looked from his office, Leon would have rather stayed inside and looked at it from there. The temperatures had dropped far to low for his liking. Leon just hoped that it way all natural, or he would not get any free days any time soon.

"You know, for someone with such an icy demeanour, and I mean it, you're getting cold too often," Guy said.

He chuckled and grinned at Leon, who just rolled his eyes at the remark. It was one he had heard often enough from anyone around to tell him. The King had told him before, as had some of his servants. Some folks from the Tower as well. And Guy would regularly remind him.

Just like all of them were always exclusively stunned, when they found out what Leon's main mana attributes were. He was skilled with all of them, or else he wouldn't have been able to climb to the rank of master all those decades ago, but his main ones, the ones he had started with as a magician, still always came as a surprise to anyone out there.

"It's just a nuisance. I do prefer fire and warmth over the biting cold out here," Leon said.

He didn't like the cold, simple as that. He could bear with it, when it came from Guy's own special brand of mana, or even in his better days whenever Guy decided to bring Velzard along to visit him as well.

Another interesting one, he would have never gotten to know if not for his…unconventional relationship with Guy. He had known about the greater dragons out there, the king was close friends with one after all. But the ice dragon, graceful and beautiful just like the element she commanded, was something else entirely. Seemingly innocent, yet cruel at the same time. She did grind on his nerves once in a while, though whenever Guy was planning some mischief, they could get along rather quickly.

"Don't let Velzard hear that -"

"Lord Leon, where might you be going?"

Guy and Leon stopped immediately at the voice. Guy's eyes narrowing at the interruption of his well deserved alone time with Leon, while Leon just let out a sigh. That was the last kind of voice he had wanted to hear, when he himself just wanted a break.

"Diablo," Leon said.

He pulled his hand out of Guy's grip and turned towards the butler of the King approaching them with fast steps. Only shortly looking at Guy, before focusing on Leon again. Definitely demanding an answer to his question. Not that Leon would need to answer to him. Though it would make him look suspicious.

"I am taking a break. Surely his majesty would not be opposed to that. Or does he wish to slave me to my death?" Leon asked.

He crossed his arms in front of his chest and let his face fall into a mask of indifference. With Diablo he was never really sure how he should react. Even if he had the higher ground when it came to information, Leon never really could gauge his moods just right.

Diablo's eyes were drawn to Guy again, momentarily changing. Irises turning blood red and sclera turning pitch black with with his pupils thinning out into slits. Something Leon had seen Guy's eyes do as well before, whenever he was especially annoyed.

"Of course not. And this…person?" he asked.

He closed his eyes, as he smiled brightly at Leon definitely to regain his composure again. How he hadn't been discovered by anyone yet was a mystery to Leon. Though at the same time, Leon hadn't been any wiser to the fact that the butler was not what he seemed to be, if Guy hadn't clued him in.

For now he would stay silent on the matter, as long as Diablo didn't decide to blow Guy's cover. And through that expose the lie Leon had told to everyone asking. The fabrications he had made up, just so he wouldn't have to sneak around to see Guy.

"Surely you have met the newest apprentice to the mages tower. He wished me to see some of his progress," Leon said.

Diablo's attention snapped back to Leon immediately again. Leon went the extra mile and took a step forward, in front of Guy, shielding him somewhat from Diablo's field of view. Officially he was an apprentice of the Tower. So officially he was under Leon's protection. Not that Guy needed it.

"That does not sound like much of a break."

The smile on his face was still more than forced. While Leon just let out another drawn out sigh. He supposed Diablo was right. To anyone it wouldn't sound like much of a break. But Leon wasn't just about anyone.

"It is for me," he said.

He didn't even need to lie in that aspect. He liked looking over the progress of the younger apprentices whenever he had the time. It calmed him to see them succeed and somehow it also filled him with pride. They were his responsibility after all. And if they bloomed into strong sorcerers of their own one day, it would be his accomplishment.

"The tools and formulae will be done by the time I have agreed upon with King Rimuru. Do not worry about that, I do tend to stay true to my word," Leon said.

He had been able to make some major progress on the formulae already after all. And the tools could only be started to get crafted after those were done. But with how it was looking right now, Leon was assured he would be finished even earlier than he had promised.

Diablo nodded, his smile turning a smidge more genuine. He knew if wouldn't do well, to get on Leon's nerves. Everyone knew that Leon worked best on his own terms in the end.

"I am well aware, Lord Leon. I just wished to see whether the progress was keeping up steady," Diablo said.

That didn't stop him from annoying him pretty much every day. Somehow it did got Leon to wonder how much free time he actually had, if he could make the trek from the castle, to the Tower and back every day, without neglecting his other duties.

Yet at the same time did Leon know that Diablo was hiding quiet a bit if magic himself. Magic he normally would need to at least get registered in the castle, if not in the Tower. Another secret Leon would keep to himself for now, for it might just serve him well in the future.

"It would, if I wouldn't be constantly getting interrupted by someone feeling the need to pester me about the progress being done. I wonder who might be at fault for that," he said.

Diablo stiffened at that, eyes opening as his smile froze on his face. He knew very well that he was meant with that, and that every delay he caused he would get chastised by the King for. Something he definitely wouldn't want to happen.

"Have a good day, Diablo," Leon said.

Before he could say anything else, or get on Leon's nerves in any other way, Leon grabbed Guy's hand and pulled him away, before using a simple teleportation spell to get them outside of the Tower barriers. Just far enough that Diablo wouldn't even get the idea to follow, if he didn't want to openly show Leon that he had magic. Magic Leon would then have to report to the King.

He instinctively walked to the cliff where he had liked to spend his time before he had met Guy. Or rather, exactly where he had met Guy for the first time. Where Guy had basically stalked him for weeks, before Leon had been able to figure out just where exactly he had been sitting.

"I'm not sure whether the ground should have frozen more, or melted away completely. But I am sure that that was insanely hot, Leon," Guy said.

He stopped, causing Leon to stand still as well. A grin plastered on his face, as he pulled Leon closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. Guy's voice had dropped lower, something that never failed to send shivers down Leon's spine. He supposed he was showing Guy a lot of different sides to himself today.

Yet ultimately it wasn't Leon's fault that Diablo had decided to get on his nerves when he had actually looked forward to whatever Guy had planned for him. As long as he didn't get too handsy Leon never really minded. Leon turned his head away, hoping he would be able to blame the cold on the slight flush on his cheeks later on.

"Can you stop it with the fire and ice images?" he asked.

Guy chuckled at that and placed both of his arms loosely around Leon's waist. Loose enough that Leon would be able to easily escape if he just so much as wanted to. Giving him this opening was Guy's sign, that he could back out if he wanted to. That he didn't want to make Leon uncomfortable.

Leon did smile that at. No matter how mighty Guy wanted to appear, he did have something of a soft spot for people he liked, Leon supposed. And Leon had just been lucky enough to land a spot in there.

"Aw~ but I like them. They fit us. My fiery passion and habitat of the icy, unrelenting sea, and your cold demeanour, yet the hot blood flowing through your veins withing your…uh…" Guy trailed off.

He placed his head to the side, thinking about it further. What kind of comparison he could come up with that would be satisfying to himself. Leon had half a mind of knowing who exactly had put that imagery into his head in the first place.

He also could come up with a pretty good one himself, he supposed. Yet he wasn't all too sure if he wanted to give Guy that kind of opening, to way more idiotic poetry about their personalities. Leon looked around and sighed.

"Withing the fiery magic I wield? Fire is one of my specialities after all," Leon suggested.

Guy's eyes lightened up at that, as he quickly nodded. Leon rolled his eyes and shook his head. He shouldn't have said anything. And he would make sure that the actual perpetrator of this idea wouldn't get any more dumb idea into Guy's head. But only later.

Leon leaned forward the slightest bit, resting his head against Guy's shoulder, as he let his own posture slump for a moment. He definitely deserved this kind of break once in a while. Letting himself get soothed by the gentle waves with which he could only compare Guy's own unique magic with. At least sometimes.

"Please stop spending too much time with Velzard," Leon mumbled.

Guy laughed and tightened his hold on Leon. He was glad that Guy wasn't pulling him down in the water, because he really, really didn't want to get wet right now. Standing by the ocean surely would be enough for him.

Guy raised one hand to card through Leon's hair, something possessive bleeding into his expression as he looked at him. For now that would need to be enough he supposed. At least until he knew what kind of contract Leon was bound to the King under.

"Aw~ but she's like a sister to me, I can't do that. You know you love me either way," Guy whispered.

Leon hummed and relaxed more, while Guy watched him. His fascinating, talented human. Maybe one day he would thank his brother for sneaking off to that human kingdom one day in the future. But only after he had berated him for annoying his Leon like this so often.

[jeonxfvck]

Sex with bestfriend’s ex

It wasn't wrong. How could it be? Jungkook was your bsf - Jane’s - ex. And she had cheated on him. She cheated on him and mocked him in the crowd. She never wanted him. So it wasn't wrong to fvck him in the closet at a party, right?

And anyway, now that his hand was gripping your neck while his kisses flaunted over your collarbone, you wondered why would anyone cheat on this piece of heaven. He was perfect. The perfect man.

“Fvcking focus,” he gives your hair a tug as his lips now catch yours. His piercing pricks the corner of your lips as your back presses against the closet door more firmly.

The music from the party outside seems to fade when his free hand squeezes your hips. “Strip, now,” Jungkook pronounces with a certain arrogance that makes you abide by his words instantly. He unbuckles his pants and in no time you find your dress laying on the floor.

You're still in your bra and briefs. You weren't sure if you had to take them off too. Because frankly, you have had three interactions with Jungkook in total. One of which was, now, making out with him. Seeing you pause awkwardly waiting for him to get off his clothes, Jungkook lets out a low laugh.

An evil mocking laugh.

“I should've been specific. Strip to nothing,” he just gets his pants to fall to his knees and you take a hint that he wasn't going to get naked. But you don't worry about getting yourself nude. Just when you are done with your bra, Jungkook doesn't bother waiting and pulls you into his arms.

His lips clasped yours once again, but this time more hungrily. He helps you remove your briefs before grabbing your hips and giving you a bit of push. You wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you between the door and himself.

Your weight pressed on the door so he could balance. His lips move towards your neck as he starts to colour it. His teeth grace your skin as he sucks on it with his tongue swirling. You don't particularly mind it but you are forced back to the memories of Jane’s hickey you had to cover up before classes.

She had all of this. She was once in this place. Are you even in a place as hers? Or are you just a hookup? Worse, you're a way for Jungkook to hurt Jane. To get his revenge.

“You get distracted so easily, huh? You're not enjoying this baby?” your response to his words is a deep mo@n with your head thrown back. His lips were now sucking at the tip of your breast. His eyes fixed on how pretty you looked trying to hold yourself back from screaming his name.

You couldn't bring yourself to hate this. It was impossible. Your hand went over his neck and started to trace down to his chest. Clothed one to be specific. His chest was heaving up and down, not as hastily as yours, but still.

He rubbed his hardness against your warmth. “Jun-jungkoo-” you shut your eyes close as you just felt him. Everything else is hazing out. “Such a pretty toy,” you don't get time to overthink his words before he rams himself all the way in. Your core twisting at the feeling.

You have to slam your hand on the mouth to physically stop yourself from mo@nig out too loud. A muffled grunt leaves him as he shuts his eyes close. “So fvcking tight,” he groans as he brings himself to move back and forth.

Your sweaty back rubs over the closet door with no friction as he continues to rearrange your guts. Despite the trouble, your muffled moans still echo out pretty loud to fall upon his ears. But he wanted more. He leans forward to hear you better. To hear your cries better.

Your walls clench at the stretch by his length. He seems to hit every spot of your pleasure in the most disrespectful way ever. You loved this ecstasy. You loved the feeling of being totally dumb fvcked by him.

It doesn't take long for you to see the stars. To reach the edge and high. “Ah, kook,” you feel a tear trickle down your eye as it feels more than just a dream. A wet one to be specific.

But just when the best part comes, you hear loud bangs on the door. “Jungkook, you fvcking wh0re, get out now,” you feel nothing but panic when you hear the voice.

It was Jane.

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 13 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly) , PHYSICAL ABUSE (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 979

A/N: How we feeling about the chapter? As stated always, this story is cross posted to my Wattpad. Happy reading! ♥️

Dean had barely pulled into the driveway when he noticed something was off. Julia's car was parked haphazardly, and her usually tidy yard looked like it had been neglected. It had been a week since he'd dropped her off after the Wendigo hunt, and she had gone completely silent—no texts, no calls. And that wasn't like Julia.

After cutting the engine, Dean headed up to her front door, already on edge. He knocked once, then twice, harder the second time, listening for any sign of movement inside. When the door finally creaked open, Julia stood there, looking pale and worn down, a shadow of the woman he'd been fighting monsters with just days ago.

But what hit Dean hardest was the black eye she was sporting. His jaw clenched, anger bubbling up in his chest instantly.

"What the hell happened?" he demanded, stepping inside without being invited.

Julia closed the door behind him and leaned against it, avoiding his gaze. "Nothing," she mumbled, her voice hollow.

"Bullshit." Dean's voice was sharp, sharper than he intended, but he couldn't help it. He pointed at her bruised face. "That doesn't look like 'nothing,' Julia. Who did this?"

She sighed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest as if she could protect herself from the weight of his question. "It's not important."

"It sure as hell is," Dean growled, stepping closer. "If someone put their hands on you, they're gonna wish they hadn't."

Julia shook her head. "Dean, just drop it, okay? I've had enough for one week."

Dean's eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. Something was seriously wrong, and he wasn't leaving until he got the full story.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Julia relented. "My mom passed away. Last week."

Dean blinked, taken aback. He hadn't known. "Jesus, Julia... I didn't know. I'm sorry."

She shook her head again, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Yeah, well... I didn't go to the funeral. My dad's pissed about it. We had a little... altercation at her grave when I stopped by to pay my respects."

"Your dad did that to you?" Dean's voice was deadly calm, but the anger simmering beneath it was unmistakable.

Julia gave him a humorless laugh. "I guess I didn't expect anything else. He's always been that way—always ready to throw a punch when things don't go his way. This time was just... the last straw. I'm done with him. I'm done with all of them."

Dean could feel his blood boiling, his hands itching to hit something—or someone—but he forced himself to stay calm for her sake. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was softer now, the anger replaced with concern.

"Because it's not your problem," she said, finally meeting his eyes. "And because I didn't want to make it one."

Dean frowned, his anger fading, replaced with something deeper. "You're wrong about that, Julia. You're my... friend, and you don't have to go through this crap alone."

Julia exhaled shakily, and for the first time since he'd walked through the door, she seemed to let her guard down. "I've been going through it alone for most of my life, Dean. That's why I was always at Bobby's. Anytime my family got too much, I'd run to him. It was like... my safe place."

Dean's expression softened as the pieces started falling into place. "Bobby never mentioned that."

Obviously you idiot, you never even met her until a year after his death.

"He didn't know the full extent," she admitted. "I didn't want to burden him with all my baggage. I just... he taught me how to fight, how to shoot, how to stand up for myself. Gave me the tools I needed to get the hell out of that house and not look back."

Dean felt his throat tighten. He understood that. God, did he understand that. Bobby had been more than a mentor for him, too. "You weren't a burden, Julia. Bobby would've been proud of you for how strong you've become."

Julia swallowed hard, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. "I just didn't want to let him down."

Dean stepped closer, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. "You didn't. And you're not alone in this, okay? You've got me, and you've got Sam. We're your family now."

She nodded, the tension in her body easing just a little. "Thanks, Dean."

Dean's gaze lingered on her bruised face. "You sure you're okay?"

"I will be," she said, her voice steadier now. "I just... need to move on. I'm done with my dad, and I'm done letting that part of my life control me."

Dean's jaw flexed, but he didn't push it any further. "If he ever touches you again..."

"He won't," Julia said firmly. "Because I'm not giving him the chance."

Dean nodded, respecting her decision. But that didn't stop the anger that burned in his chest, knowing someone had hurt her like that. He wasn't sure if he was more mad at her father or the fact that she hadn't let him help sooner.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Dean finally muttered, trying to lighten the mood. "But I'm glad you're okay."

Julia managed a small smile. "You're not exactly a walk in the park yourself, Winchester."

He chuckled, the tension between them easing just a little. But deep down, Dean knew that this wasn't something Julia would bounce back from easily. She was tough, but everyone had their breaking point.

As he turned to leave, Dean shot her one last look, his voice serious. "If you ever need anything... you know where to find me."

Julia nodded. "I do."

And for the first time, Dean felt like maybe, just maybe, he was starting to understand her a little more.

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

please please please stallard x ghost and the "Aww, love you too." prompt🙏🙏🙏

LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO POWERFUL MUCH. 🥹🥹🥹

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!OC / Simon doesn't know where to go when he detoxes. It makes him crawl back to an old flame, and he sweats out addiction and ugliness.

TW's: drug withdrawal, mentions of violent infanticide.

The fevers go by in spikes of blurred dreams. This is where Ghost would die, if he was done paying for all the shit he's done. Figures it's owed, his soul's in the red, and deep in the shit. Course, he wouldn't be lucky enough to die detoxing off pills.

It's the dog legs of July, 2012. World was supposed to end a month ago. It didn't. Now he's sweating out his demons in Stallard's guest bedroom. The guest bedroom in the house she shares with her husband.

That's right. She's no longer Stallard, is she? She's Graves. Saeda Graves.

It's hard to keep that in mind when he wants to shred his skin to get the goddamned bugs out from under it. When all his bones ache the same as trees turned tinder by nuclear blast radii.

And the fucking hallucinations. Christ. He can't escape Tommy's son. Can't see his fuckin' face, no, but he can see his little socked feet. Can see his bloody chest rising and falling. Can hear his death rattle. Over there, just under the dresser.

Falls out the bed, tryin' to get to him. Cracks his temple off the corner of the nightstand, busts his chin on the hardwood.

Stallard isn't there one moment, and then she is, over the span of a blink--one that lasts ten minutes when his pounding heart demands unconsciousness, because his brain can't decide which panicking bodily system is most deserving of attention and correction, when it is too far burnt down to even regulate itself.

"Christ, Simon," she mumbles, crouching, and there was a time, years ago, when he'd grab her hips, and drag her over his face, as if forcing her into a saddle. "Split your fuckin' head open. The fuck're you doin', man?" she asks, more herself than him.

"Shut th'fuck up," he says, or he thinks he does. If it fell out of his mouth, she had the grace he's never possessed in his life to ignore it. Just hooks her arms under his pits, and hoists him back in the bed.

The moment he hits the sweaty sheets, his brain pulls a hard left. His nephew is gone, the death rattle is gone, the smell of blood in the air--gone, gone, fucking gone. His head is spinning, and he feels spiders crawling across his skin, and his brain is burning, cooking, broiling to death in his battered skull.

Stallard: gone again, back again, and, now, she's cleaning up his forehead, pulling it back together where it split. She seals it shut with super glue, an old trick he remembers she'd picked up from the Rangers.

"Stop," he grunts, trying to push at her hands, but she ducks and bites his little finger. A nip sharp enough to drop his hands, and he remembers that, too. She picked that up from farriers working on horses that bit at their shoulders and asses--just bite the fuckers back, make them stop.

"Dumb bastard," she says under her breath, and she focuses in his eyes.

He's missed her. He's always fucking missed her, and he remembers everything about what they had. The way her hair felt sliding through his hands, black as pitch. The elastic lines around her mouth as she smiled. How her eyes would return to him when he spoke, when her mind was years and years behind them, before she had gotten the bulk of her tragedies out of the way.

There was a wedding portrait in the hall on the way to this guest room. She--she looked fucking awful. Her wedding was not hers, and he can tell without asking how it went down. He hated her dress, and her veil, and her bouquet, and her short fucking, shit-grinning groom.

He hates this house. He hates her last name. He hates that she didn't somehow know to fucking wait for him.

He hates that even if she did, he couldn't have done shit-all about actually marrying her.

"I hate you," he croaks, staring hard into her eyes as she fusses over him, and her hands still. Her gaze zeroes in, wide and hurt, and he continues to drill into those gray-green eyes. And he likes it. He likes that he's wounded her in her big, fancy house, with that big, ugly ring on her finger. He just don't know, though, he don't understand just how fucking bad it is under this roof. "Fuckin' hell, I hate you."

A huge sigh heaves her chest, and she shakes her head, capping the super glue as her eyes flicker away. "Aw. Love you, too," she says, but the tone of her joke is flat, carries on without heart to back it up.

His mouth staggers away without his control after a few moments of floating, paint-smear silence, and his voice almost cracks when he insists, "Shouldn't have married him, Saeda."

"Yeah, well." Her fingers worry the two gold necklaces around her throat, all of her little gold crosses, the chintzy yellow gold and opal ring he scrimped and scraped and save to buy her a lifetime ago. "Woulda been you, if you hadn't'a fuckin' died, Simon."

The silence rings in his ears. Imagines it rings in hers as well.

She picks her ass up off the bed, pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket, and lights one. After she takes a drag, she puts it to his lips, giving him a sorely needed hit of nicotine. Another little mercy of hers, caring for him, even when he is wrong. And he is wrong to and about her so fucking often.

[prophecey]

"calista jane hook," she said instead of the very unprincesslike thing she wanted to call her instead. james hook had always been one of evie's favorite adults on the isle of the lost, but his children . . . there was a type of migraine evie could only get from one of them. any of them, really. and so, she pressed her manicured fingertips to her temples in an attempt to stop one before it manifested, even though she was pretty sure it was already too late for that. "cj," she tried again, if only because she knew that she was walking on a thin plank by full naming her in the first place. she was one of the only people who could get away with it, she thought. but maybe that was all in her head. just like it was in cj's head that evie didn't let the little brat pull off shenanigans like this on the isle all the time.

"you know what i meant, stop playing dumb. i know you're not." cj could be rather cunning, actually. and most people probably overlooked that little fact either because she was blonde, or because she was a pain in the—  "auradon has rules." not that cj had ever followed them anywhere. it didn't matter if she was on the isle or in auradon. "how about," she bargained, clapping her hands in front of her own chest as she looked up at the other girl more than she usually had to. "none of the above." her heart skipped half a beat when the dress was yanked off the hanger. why was she so feral? she wanted to ask who raised her, but she already knew the answer.

"great," she said through a forced smile when cj said she was paying her a visit, like they were old friends or something. the garment in her hand may have seemed like something of little importance to cj, but evie made it. and she held each of her designs close to her chest. she needed to try a new tactic, so she decided to challenge one extreme with another. "—do you want to try it on?" pretty dresses weren't really cj's thing . . . or dresses in general for that matter. but she couldn't think of any better distraction. "i've been practicing my magic. i can spell it ruby for you!" she did always favor red.

“don’t even think about it.” / evie

five word prompts, accepting!  ༄

                one  of  her  sharp  little  nails  toys  with  sapphire  fabric,  hanging  in  an  open  window.  really,  evie  should  know  better,  now  that  the  barriers  open.  of  course,  that  rule  has  never  really  applied  to  cj.  no  rule  ever  could.    “  think  about  what?  ”    giggling,  high  and  taunting.  it  occurs  to  her,  briefly,  that  she  sounds  just  like  her  brother.  the  brother  that  she  left  behind.  the  brother  who’d  discarded  her  all  the  same.  she  was  still  alive,  there  was  that.  some  sick,  twisted,  broken  toy  version  of  alive.  but  fucking  alive.  she  didn’t  think  she  would  be,  if  she  came  back.  

                she’s  perched  up  on  a  shelf,  tucked  up  unnaturally  for  her  height,  and  yet  …  “  steal  or  rip  or  ruin?  ”    she  pulls  the  dress  of  the  hanger.  it’s  not  nearly  as  important  as  she’s  pretending  it  is.  what  she’d  like  to  do  is  light  all  of  evie’s  pretty  princess  castle  on  fire,  it  would  be  a  very  cj  signature  to  leave  behind,  after  she’s  taken  everything  she  wants.  everyone  keeps  trying  to  tell  her  that  she  doesn’t  need  to  do  that  anymore,  now  that  there’s  auradon  with  its  plentiful  arrangement  of  fucking  nothing.  she  doesn’t  listen,  of  course.    “  thought  i’d  pay  you  a  visit,  now  that  nothing  matters  anymore.  ”

[strawberrymilk-sunshine]

May I have a yandere overblot Jamil Viper x reader please

Yes you may

(Sorry if the ending is unsatisfying, I couldn't find a good way to end it)

Warning(s): fem reader, mind control, forced kissing (bc of the mind control)

"You can do this, (Y/N)!" Kalim whisper-yelled, giving you encouragement. "And remember! If you need back up, we're right behind you!"

The plan was quite simple. You enter the main building of Scarabia dorm as bait, everyone else is hiding behind cover, unnoticed by Jamil. Jamil attempts to use Snake Charmer on you, but it is counteracted by Floyd casting Bind The Heart just a second before. You act as if you're being mind controlled, doing whatever Jamil asks you to. While Jamil is distracted, Kalim will use Oasis Maker to flood the dorm, getting the rest of the mind controlled students out of there. And by the time Jamil realizes something is wrong, the six of you are already attacking him.

Yes, this plan is very similar to the one you pulled off earlier, when Azul was pretending to be mind controlled... but the beauty of using basically the same plan twice is that Jamil will obviously think "There's no way they're dumb enough to do the same thing twice."

You're the crux of the plan.

But there's a sinking feeling in your gut... something in the back of your mind telling you this isn't going to end well.

As Jamil was praised by his subjects, you made yourself known. You didn't have to do much to make yourself known, though, you stuck out like a sore thumb among the black and red the rest of the Scarabia students were wearing- the outfit you were wearing was a short blue dress, and a crown of jasmine flowers on your head. Kalim made it for you with his magic, and though you appreciated the effort, it felt embarrassing to stand out this much.

"(Y/N), is that you? Jamil asked. What good timing you have, we were just about to begin our celebration. And thank you ever so much for allowing me to become king of Scarabia. I'm more competent than Kalim ever was, this is truly better for everyone."

"Yes, it is, Jamil." You responded, already trying to get him to gain your trust.

"(Y/N), come closer." Jamil told you. You did as asked. "The one you behold is your master. You shall answer when you are asked, and you shall obey when you are ordered."

With that, the plan was fully set in motion.

Maybe that feeling you had was wrong. Maybe everything would turn out well!

"Just so you know, (Y/N)... I'm aware your pathetic friends are here." Jamil told you. Everyone was carried out of their hiding spots by the possessed Scarabia students. "It seems I was careless, allowing all of you to keep your magic pens. Though I am surprised Kalim's party trick was useful for something other than filling a pool."

The possessed Scarabia students stole everyone's magic pens, and the staffs of Kalim and Azul, making sure none of them could use magic. And yet again, Jamil shot everybody away from here, to the edge of the desert as he did before. Everyone except for you.

"Now (Y/N)... Snake Charmer." Jamil whispered to you.

It was an indescribable pain in your head.

"(Y/N), tell me. Who is your master?"

"My master... is..." You couldn't bare the throbbing pain in your head. And then, all at once, it subsided. It was like a wave of static washed over you. Your mind was no longer your own. "My master is you, Jamil."

"Praise me."

"Your greatness knows no bounds, master Jamil. You are fit to rule Scarabia, you are fit to even rule the Land of Scalding Sands. You are a perfect leader. You excel in every class you have. Your unique magic is much more powerful than anyone else's."

"A king needs his queen, and that will be you, (Y/N)." Jamil told you. "Kiss me."

Without hesitation, you did exactly as Jamil commanded.

He enjoyed it.

You could feel his weird hair snakes sinking their fangs into you.

...

They won't be able to get back.

It was freezing at the edge of the desert, the river Kalim made has probably frozen over by now.

And without his golden cobra staff, you doubt he'd be able to use Oasis Maker again.

The only way for them to get back would be to walk.

With how long a walk it will be, Kalim will certainly freeze to death.

And Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Grim will shortly after. Even though those four have some natural resistance to the cold, they aren't completely invulnerable...

Maybe Ace and Deuce could get here in time, but you're not sure if they even saw your message.

What can you do?

What can you do to get yourself out of this situation?

Well... it seems nothing.

You very well can't get out of Jamil's mind control on your own, not unless he deactivates it, and let's be real- that isn't happening any time soon.

So what do you do?

What do you do?

What

Do

You

Do?

...

What do you do?

The simplest answer is correct.

Accept it.

Play along.

Let it happen.

Until you find a solution, that's your only option.

[dooppooo]

no warnings, just Levi fluff

-

Thinking about how Levi is such a hard ass to his cadets, superiors, and equals. He is unapologetically himself and is unwaveringly stoic and sarcastic. Down to his mannerisms, he will do anything besides bend and conform to someone's liking.

But there was on exception.

You.

However, he didn't outwardly show it in front of others. Yes - he'd help you down from your horse, slip on your ODM gear, pour your tea, he was respectful after all, but he'd still call you a brat and 'tsk' you all the same. The pillow talk and softness you received behind closed doors would never see the light of day, and you liked it that way.

You liked being the only one to be gifted this tenderness and be quilted with Levi's love. To be called 'my love' and 'honey' while dressing for bed, but a pain in the ass amongst the crew. To be held tightly at night, tenderly kissed and even tickled as he traced your body, but forced to do the same back braking labor as him when the sun rose again.

It was the perfect balance, one only you got to perceive, which made it that much more special. It made you vow to never neglect the love that was so carefully given to you, because each day was one that he got to be a stick up your ass and a gentle husband.

When the Survey Corps had taken to the abandoned castle for some time, and Levi made himself known as the clean freak who lifted his tea cup with his whole hand rather than just a few fingers, you couldn't help but be proud.

You also couldn't help but drive him absolutely insane. Especially when he ridiculed Eren for his 'poor' sweeping and you followed up with, "What are you talking about darling? I'd eat off the floor in here," - Levi's scowl snapped your direction - "Go sweep the master bedroom, it's the only one left to be cleaned."

And when Eren left, you place a hand on your hip and quirked a smug brow at your lover.

"He'll never learn if you keep praising him." His words were snippy, but his tone was kind. Even his steel eyes had softened.

"He doesn't need to sweep the floor four times in a row." You pulled him in for a hug that he loosely and begrudgingly returned, "Besides, I'm sure you've already scared him shitless. Our room will be just the way you like it."

And you were right. Eren didn't dare let a centimeter of that room go unkempt for he feared a daunting punishment from Captain Levi, so that night when you and your spouse slipped under the covers, a rare smile appeared.

"You need to do that more."

His hand instinctively slithered down to intertwine with yours, "Do what?"

"Smile."

The cornered of his lips tugged further across his cheeks, "No, I'd rather save them for you my love."

Also thinking about how others would perceive your dynamic.

When you joined the Survey Corps and met Levi, you fell head over heels for him nearly instantly. You remember telling Hange how foolish you felt for being so infatuated with someone so bitter. Then as time snowballed and you worked with him more and more you realized - mostly through others telling you in private - his tenderness for you.

How he'd sit next to you or offer to serve you your meal, even checking to make sure your blades were sharp and sturdy. The straw that broke the camels back was when you had finished practicing slicing through faux titans nape's and he told you to come close and stand still.

"Your hair is messy."

And so he fixed it until it was the way you had it that morning.

Needless to say, your fellow captains and higher ups knew you two were beating around the bush and needed to fess up your love for one another.

You decided to be the one to break the ice.

Looking back on it, it was dumb to think he'd reject you when - in Levi fashion - had said I love you in so many ways already. Six months later you were married.

Not to mention the cadet's constantly gossiping about your love life.

"Twelve years! How can you be married to someone like Levi for twelve years. I'd lose my damn mind." Ymir commented to Historia while brushing the horses, you couldn't help but eavesdrop as you passed by outside the stables.

"I heard a rumor that he's only nice to her. I don't know though, he still calls her a brat and a little shit." Historia replied.

"You might be right, he does seem to lighten up a bit when she has something to say. I got out of doing the dishes twice because she told Captain he was being too critical."

Just before you walked off, Historia had one last comment to make.

"I think it's sweet how he has a soft spot for her. It's cute."

It took much more self restraint than you wanted to admit to not run to Levi and tell him how cute the cadets thought you both were that very moment. You saved it for that evening in bed with him.

[introloves]

this is a throw away scenario i had in my head- basically knight! ushi x princess! reader in an established (forbidden) relationship.

knight! ushijima + princess! reader + reader in a corset and dress + mentions of a chest / tits + he unravels you like a present + he picks reader up at the end + forbidden romance + heavy petting + fingering + cum eating + male arousal described in great length (hah get it..) + f! reader

— word count; 1.4k

he couldn't let his eyes come off her for more than seconds at a time- armor that he usually wore with pride and ease felt stifling, suffocating- heavy while his hands burned to touch her body.

taking her away in the middle of the banquet showed just how little guilt he had for their relationship- past the point of feeling anything other than the heat which came familiar anytime she was around. he could try and convince himself it was for her, he knew that the many layers of dress was suffocating and heavy, nothing too unlike the discomfort he was currently going under; but in reality seeing the way delicate layers looked on her form was too much for him.

"princess." he murmured, with a gentleness that was truly all for her- speaking softly now that they were alone and could indulge in being close; heart still hammering so heavy when a delicate hand immediately reached for the edge of his chest plate, pulling him down and in to her space.

nearly groaning at the sight of familiar lust painted on her face- knowing now that he wasn't the only one wanting tonight.

"ushijima- it's so unbearable." you whined, another soft hand reaching up to haul him down- like moving a mountain until you could trace the lines of his chin with your forefinger.

giving in to sweet temptation, putting aside the risk of his own head in favor of touching his sweet princess under the spot they've chosen as theirs, rough hands of his own come down to the corset pinching her figure, thumbs touching over and over the silk ribbons keeping her hidden from him.

heart thumping unevenly in his chest, below his armor at the thought that she was wearing luxurious fabric in secret for him. unknowing to anyone but the two, under the premise that she was confident enough now to wear things complimenting of her figure.

"i know princess." wakatoshi breathes, fingers big and rough and dumb to all the intricacies and looping cinches hidden between pink and white lacing. prying at the bow right beneath her bodice, anger slowly building at the fact that he couldn't just rip it all away- cock heavy already, clouding judgement and any form of higher thinking; reliving the tight, wet hug of you as a rough and impatient tug of his left you whining.

your own arousal; now knowing what it was, throbbing incessantly; knowing that once shameful wetness would be waiting for him under everything. letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders while you watched his face. pinched eyebrows and set jaw even more alluring than the one of temptation he had worn previous.

the sound of you in distress, wanting it off and gone was too much; so once more he let himself indulge.

you couldn't say a word while thick fingers hooked into the line of tight fabric underneath your chest, couldn't say a thing while two measly tugs ripped away the set corset- chest blooming at the allowance of air rushing in, making you dizzy and giddy.

roughness foreign to your delicate life sent shivers down your spine while your head tilted up to look at him; lips parted as shallow gasps left you. hands reaching up to tug into his hair, his form leaning down to kiss you- groaning openly into your waiting mouth while meeting your body once more, heart picking up at the feeling of your lips; of the vibration of your pretty whines he swallowed hungrily, starved in every form from your soft touch.

he let his hands reach between the two of you to do away with the corset- showing the finer layers beneath, ones that showed skin he still fantasized about at night when he was forced to leave your side.

ushijima didnt know the names of the material you wore, but he knew that every line of lace covering your skin looked beautiful and too tempting to even touch; rough palm splaying down over your stomach, curling his fingers into the fabric to bunch into his fist while pulling up.

legs and thighs slowly presenting themselves under his ministrations-

"does this feel better?" he questioned, knowing the answer that was too nuanced; feeling the relief of actually seeing you only brought his cock to an aching stiffness, balls heavy and full between his legs but too focused on you to do anything about it.

your eyes glinting up at him told him everything he needed to know- letting yourself fall into any and everything he wanted from you, simply holding onto his shoulders with trembling fingers; shaky with every pass of calloused fingers over skin he claimed as his over and over.

barely standing upright while you felt his muscled tense and shiver at the first contact of you truly bare met his fingertips- letting his head tilt back and openly groan; shaking away the incessant need to bury himself to the hilt inside of you.

the banquet was still in full swing- at least this was the only logical thought still present in his head, knowing your presence would soon be missed.

he could hold off each striking throb of his cock but he couldn't let you walk back with wetness so sweet and still pooling against your thighs.

moving past all the lace and fabric, the swollen mess of your clit throbbed and twitched beneath his finger; eliciting a shaky sob from your lips- leaning down further to let you wrap your arms around his thick neck; hoping the edge of his armor wasnt too rough on your delicate skin.

"i must relieve you of this, shouldn't i?" ushijima questioned, "it aches too bad for your ladyship to continue on- and it's my duty to protect you, isn't it princess?" he nearly growled out, sinking the thickness of one finger inside- curling to feel every swollen wall; letting you openly weep and sob against him.

hand drenched when he had his fill of only playing with you before another finger slid inside; unforgiving now in the way he pumped his hand, slowly at first- but picking up speed in reaction to everyone of your shaky mewls.

his princess so sensitive, so new to this all that the thick squelching of your pussy grew louder in seemingly no time at all- drooling down into his hand.

"please- wakatoshi, please." you cried, jolting at the force of him; fucking you with just his fingers at the pace he would if his cock was the thing fulling you so full.

and he would never leave you wanting, turning his head to kiss your sweet lips once more- sealing the palm of his wet hand against your clit while his fingers kept a brutal pace; the other strong hand wrapping around your waning body, weak and reaching an orgasm you had waited for all night.

trembling with no worry, knees knocking unashamed in every shaky and unorganized twitch of your body; knowing well that he could keep you up.

blinded at the way your cunt squeezed around his still moving fingers, crying openly into his mouth while you came- a bigger mess of cum splaying down into his hand, clit throbbing too good.

letting him indulge in a few more thrusts that sent your body jolting up- knowing the tension he felt was too great to even voice; letting him be angry at the way you two were forced to do this instead of openly love.

his tenderness soon returning after your cries turned shrill and rough- one last swipe of his wet tongue against your swollen lips let him part from you to look down at your face.

"wakatoshi." you keened, tired and sweaty- reaching to hold onto the wrist still cemented between your body; fingers wrapping around the metal gauntlets stained with your cum.

"take me away." you whined, still shaking- wanting to be held by him in your bed; tired from standing and taking the orgasm like this.

he could only nod, slowly removing his strong hand from between your legs- letting himself look down at the mess; strings of your cum webbing from between his fingers before tasting it. indulging in your sweetness before even it being too much, one last act of desperate need taking him; messy hand cupping the back of your head and pressing cum stained lips to your own.

kissing you while placing his arm beneath your legs, sweeping you up and off your feet- strong and dependable; like a knight should be- like he is, praying no one would cross your paths in the trek to your chambers.

whispering secret promises of time you two would share, sweet praises tumbling freely.

[gamerbearmira]

More housebroken <//333

I FINALLY FINISHED IT ❗❗ I kept procrastinating but also. I wasn't feeling real good the other day but I'm fine now 🥱

Anyway just. Isabela finally losing it and then some art. You know. This is also a lot longer than I initially intended, but its fineeee

Also Antonio doesn't have any dialogue but there's a reason. He doesn't really speak English or Spanish. Like he can understand it, read it etc etc he just can't speak it that well cause he's still learning so. He don't got no actual dialogue, none that I wrote out.

Lee get it

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Isabela was awkwardly standing in front of a group of villagers, all of them asking for the same thing; flowers. She loved flowers, hence why her gift was what it was, but she liked other plants too.

Shifting, she yanked on the dress her Abuela had gotten her. Some white and...purple one. Frankly she thought it was ugly and would've rather wore the blue color splattered dress, but Abuela said that it was tattered and old---which was a lie, because Mirabel had given it to her on her 22nd birthday.

She turned her nose up at the grown adults older than her demanding dumb flowers. Her ears flickered under her hat as she stared at them with an unamused expression. A couple muttered, but she heard them loud and clear. How she wasn't 'perfect like she used to be'. When she was a child. When she played into her Abuela's hands.

Looking around she could see her siblings and primos being forced into stuff as well. Several villagers were trying to push Luisa into doing stuff. Dolores was hiding from the gossip groups and Camilo was trying to shake off the parents who were trying to dump their kids on the chameleon.

She huffed. The only ones missing were Mirabel and Antonio. She was sure Antonio was back at Casita, but she hadn't seen Mirabel in a while...

As she was reluctantly handing out flowers (like the ones she used to give out in her childhood), she heard someone calling her name. Turning, she was relieved to see Antonio, maybe he could pull her from this borefest. As he got closer she could see the distress on his face and her relief turned to worry.

He slammed into her legs, and there was tears in his eyes. "Antonio? What's wrong?" She asked in English, having not switched back to what they usually spoke in. Antonio started to explain the situation, and Isabela's anger slowly started to build up. "SHE DID WHAT?!" Isabela suddenly screamed, startling those surrounding her.

She immediately stormed off, Antonio hurrying after her. The other three in town seemed to take notice to the sudden change in her mood and followed after. They hadn't seen Isabela this mad in years. Sure she had gotten irritated, but she had always tried to keep her cool, especially in front of the younger three.

Isabela was fuming. Never, NEVER had she thought that her grandmother would take it this far. But she would draw the line here. She tolerated that senile old woman long enough. She couldn't put up with it anymore.

"ABUELA!" Isabela yelled, throwing open Casita's doors. She marched into the house, looking around for her grandmother. She could hear the others coming into the house, confused. Antonio was crying as Dolores picked him up, explaining what happened. Isabela's head turned towards the nursery, where the door suddenly was thrown open, and an almost hysterical Mirabel was scrambling down the stairs.

"Isa!" She cried, running down Casita's stairs. The houses' tiles rumbled for a moment, and Alma was thrown out of the nursery. She look guilty, and maybe even upset?

Mirabel fell into Isabela's arms, and she was still crying. She was trying to say something but it wasn't working our very well. Isabela brought her to the ground gently, looking at her back. Antonio had been right, and her anger only grew. Mirabel was holding onto her eldest sister with two of her arms while her other two were reaching towards her wings in an attempt to untie them.

Mirabel's large blue butterfly wings had been tied up. They were tucked and stacked, awkwardly jolting whenever Mirabel tried to move them. Their grandmother had tied some kind of fabric around them, which held them down. Looking at it, it look rather tight---it was probably really painful for Mirabel, seeing that it was considerly one of the most sensitive parts of her body.

Luisa and Camilo rushed over, taking Mirabel and beginning to untie the fabric. Isabela stood protectively in front of them. By then, Alma was downstairs, looking rather upset.

"What is wrong with you?!" Isabela screamed, teeth bared as she eyed her grandmother. Alma said nothing, choosing to look away. Isabela only got more angry, did this dilapidated shrew think that of she ignored them she would let it go? That she would just let this slide? "Answer me!"

Alma furrowed her eyebrows before looking down and over at Mirabel, who was still crying and shaking as Luisa and Camilo unraveled the fabric and smoothed out her slightly creased wings. Completely undoing all of her work.

"I simply...hid...the imperfections. It's bad enough she doesn't have a gift," Alma said, looking at Isabela.

"Imperfections? You decided to harm my sister because you don't like the way she looks?!" Isabela said, moving closer. Her were fist balling up as she refrained from just full on attacking Alma.

The other adults seemed to have heard the ruckus because they had come back inside. Seeing a very infuriated Isabela and a defensive looking Alma at a standstill was a sight to behold. Both Julieta and Pepa were already upset at their mother, but now even more so. What had she done this time?

"She caused this anyway! She has no--" Alma was suddenly silenced when Isabela shoved her down, Casita making absolutely no effort to catch her. In fact, the house seemed rather off. Tiles were shaking and rattling and there was the sound of drywall and tile cracking.

"You don't have the right! My sister has been nothing but nice to you and this is how you repay her?! BY TRYING TO BIND HER DOWN?!" Isabela snapping, pupils narrowing to slits as she looked down at the Madrigal matriarch. "Maybe we shoud leave again, because clearly you haven't changed!"

Alma finally stood up, huffing. "Well maybe if she hadn't been such a disgrace all those years ago, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THAT!" Alma retorted, more than done with Isabela's attitude. Just who did she think she was speaking to her like that? Had she no decorum?

Isabela's eyes widened at the words. Suddenly everything in Casita went quiet. The only sounds was Casita cracking amd break Pepa's thunderstorm and Mirabel and Antonio's crying. The younger woman raised her hand, she was so ready to strike her down.

The parents did nothing. They were stunned into silence---Alma never, ever went as far as to call Mirabel a disgrace. At least, not in front of the family or to her face (which was false, because she had done that several time behind their backs before the kids left). They wanted to tell her off, but Isabela seemed to have gained her anger back again first.

Isabela was so close to bring her clawed hand down, but then she heard someone sob her name. She stopped, turned and saw Mirabel in Luisa's hold.

"Isa...I wanna...I wanna go home," Mirabel spoke so quietly, but Isabela heard her just fine. Completely ignoring Alma, she walked back over to Mirabel, helping her up.

It seemed as soon as Mirabel uttered those words, soldifying the fact that the kids no longer considered this their home, Casita finally broke down. Whatever was holding the miracle together just broke. The house start falling and everyone started making a mad dash for the door. Luisa, being the sweetheart she is, still grabbed Alma who was behind and managed to throw her out the door.

Everyone (including Bruno), had managed to get out. Alma looked at the house, now in ruins. And now the miracle is gone. She couldn't even say anything. She stared for a moment more, then turned when she heard hissing and growling. She saw her grandkids, slowly backing away from the other adults who were trying to talk to them.

To Alma? They looked crazy. To their parents? They looked scared. Really scared. Isabela was crouching protectively in front of Mirabel who was cowering, looking genuinely terrified of her own parents. Luisa was standing at her full height, which was intimidating in and of itself considering her build. Dolores was holding Antonio close, the boy growling while Camilo kept close as well, constantly changing colors and even going invisible at one point.

Alma stood and made her way over, to reprimand them. Someone needed to talk some sense into them, especially after what Mirabel did. Because of her, she cursed the other grandchildren and destroyed Casita and the miracle. And now she couldn't even find Bruno, who, according to Antonio and Camilo, was still in Casita at the time of their arrival. And Alma still needed to talk to him about the vision that had been found.

Alma had gotten close---too close. As soon as Isabela locked eyes, she found herself on the ground, her eldest granddaughter on top of her, growling and hissing like a wild animal. She quite literally looked feral, and for the first time, Alma was scared. She dudn't dare move, in fear that Isabela might actually act on full on attacking her.

Isabela's eyes were cold and critical as she stared at Alma. Alma didn't move. She wouldn't move. Couldn't. She had taken notice to how the other 4 adults hadn't move to help her---not that she could act on it. Isabela finally seemed to let up and deemed Alma safe enough that she could move away.

Isabela walked towards the forest line, turning slightly. She made some noises, something unintelligible, and the other kids went after, with Luisa picking Mirabel up. All of them ran towards the forest, but not before looking back at their parents.

Isabela looked back at Alma and the old woman flinched. She could tell by her eyes alone that she ni longer viewed her as family. All respect was lost. There was nothing there for her. It didn't take long for Isabela to make a break for the forest, following after her younger sisters and cousins.

Julieta and Pepa broke down crying, their husbands holding them, though they were just as upset. Alma watched on for a moment before seeing Bruno scramble out of a bush and look towards where he saw his sobrinas and sobrinos go. His shoulders dropped and he turned towards the remaining family, more specifically at his mama.

Alma could see the sadness, disappointment and anger in his face. She could see her two daughters and their husbands despair at their children leaving them again. Right after they had gotten them back. How they didn't even know if they would come back.

And it was all her fault. For once Alma rethought everything, running the things she once viewed as imperfections and problems and for once she realized that...

She was the problem.

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WHAT ALMA REFLECTS 🤨🤨 She won't admit it though. She's still just a lil bit too into herself. She still gonna argue, but. She will apologize. Just not anytime soon 💀💀

Here's some art <33

OK BYEEEE ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ