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angel-writes-here · 23 hours ago

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Brother's Best Friend

G-Dragon x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Tensions between you and your brother's best friend come to a head. Warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v (wrap it!!), fingering, oral (both receiving), pet names, a little bit of Dom Jiyong, teasing, not a lot of fluff, some angst i think. Prompt 10 "Yeah, keep telling yourself that" A/N: Thank you so much for all the love and support. Be aware, smut writing may get a little slower as it's starting to feel repetitive for me, so I might need breaks. Thank you for 100 followers! I hope you guys enjoy the event. To be tagged in the event or future fics please comment (specify which one please)

Being Choi Seunghyun’s little sister comes with it’s fair share of… situations. Camera’s taking pictures, fan’s wanting to know how he’s doing or wanting pictures, living in his shadow a little, but it wasn’t as bad as some would think.

You definitely took advantage of the perks. Free stuff, PR packages when you promised to review products, getting to travel the world with him when he could bring you on tour and the new family you made in Daesung and Youngbae.

However, Jiyong, Jiyong wasn’t a brother to you at all and you didn’t want him to be. When you first met the guys, you thought he was cute. You’d get nervous around him and he could tell, teasing you playfully every so often, and chuckling whenever he noticed you shrink back into your shell. That was years ago though.

But, your feelings hadn’t gone away, neither had the teasing and as much as you tried to tell yourself you didn’t like him, that he was some big star who wouldn’t look at you twice, your feelings couldn’t be denied.

You walk into the apartment, Jiyong sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. He doesn’t peek up from his phone; he knows its you.

“Where’s my brother?” your voice comes off a little colder than you mean for it to. But to be honest, you thought the best way to get over your little crush was to be cold and short, even if your heart does a skip a beat when you see him. Jiyong had grown accustom to this, not letting it phase him.

“Out getting food,” he mumbles as he scrolls on his phone. You purse your lips and nod, taking your things to your room.

You walk back out of your room only to be met by your brother’s best friend.

“Uh, excuse you,” you try to say and he just smirks. You roll your eyes trying to move around him but he blocks you. Your feet attempt to carry you the other way but he moves in sync with you. You sigh flustered by his actions, accompanied with an eye roll and light pink cheeks.

“You go this way,” you point to your left, “and I’ll go this way,” you say pointing to your right.

You go to move right and he follows you again, a cocky smile finding it’s way onto his face.

Smug.

“Jiyong, seriously, get out of my way,” You attempt to gently push him to the side, but he gently catches your wrists. He walks toward you, backing you up against the wall.

“How long are we gonna do this, hmm? Dance around each other like there’s nothing here,” His eyes pierce into you, voice dripping with desire. His eyes search yours, flicking down to your lips before going back up.

“What are you talking about?” Your voice comes out slightly shaky and you try to calm your hammering heart.

“This little song and dance we do. Well, that you do,” he corrects himself, “Where you act like you can’t stand me.”

“I can’t,” you say with your head held high but Jiyong just chuckles at you. He lets go of your wrists, hands caging you in against the wall.

He leans in, lips barely touching your ear, “Yeah keep telling yourself that,” he chuckles as you swallow the lump in your throat. You would swear your heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room.

“Seunghyun will be home any minute,” you go to protest but he cuts you off.

“You think I can’t see it,” his brow quirks at the question, “How you look at me when you don’t think I’m watching.”

You roll your eyes, “With disgust and disdain?” The words come out snarky, proud and totally see through. He tuts, leaning his forehead in so close it’s almost touching yours.

“With lust and desire,” his voice is low, teasing, a hand falls to your hip as his body now presses against yours. You’re looking just past him, trying not to stare at his lips.

“I can sense how I make you feel,” he whispers once again in your ear; an obvious shiver runs down your spine making your body shake under him. You take a breath, his cologne hitting your nostrils, soft but spicy. His eyes rake up and down your body.

“How nervous you get when I walk into the room, the way your face,” he brushes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, “blushes when my eyes linger a little too long,” he smirks.

“Oh, just like that,” he teases with a smug grin as the crimson tint paints your cheeks as if on que. The smell of his cologne and cigarettes mixing as you inhale every breath has you intoxicated.

“Come on, y/n, you know your heart races anytime you’re near me,” he puts his hand on your chest feeling the faint thud that’s hammering in your ears.

“See?” He draws out. You inhale another shaky breath. His hand still rests on your face while the other dares not to move from your chest.

You aren’t sure who leans in first, who starts it or where you both begin or end, but your lips find each other, hot, needy and messy, no rhyme or rhythm. Teeth knocking, tongues fighting and your body betrays you by pulling him closer by his shirt. Your senses dull for a moment, practically drunk on his lips.

His lips are soft against yours, despite the pressure of his mouth. His tongue darts between your lips, small whimpers being swallowed by his mouth as they escape yours.

You can feel him smirk against the kiss.

“Cocky bastard,” you mumble. He chuckles against you.

“You love it,” he mumbles as his hands run up and down your sides, your arms around his neck.

Before anything can go any further, Seunghyun’s key is in the lock. You gasp against him and push him off you. Both of your lips are swollen; Jiyong’s smirk ever present. Just as Seunghyun shuts the door, he looks at the two of you with a raised brow.

“Everything ok in here?” Jiyong wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Great, y/n was just showing me mouth to mouth," his eyes flit to you, "With us going to the Maldives, it could be a useful skill.” He chuckles, noting the pink tinted flesh of your face.

“I didn’t know you knew the kiss of life,” Seunghyun remarks as he sets the food out. You roll your eyes as Jiyong stifles a full-on laugh. You swat his arm as you walk past him into the kitchen.

Seunghyun hands you your food and you escape into your room.

The rest of the night you can hear Jiyong and your brother laughing, shouting at the tv, and over all having a really good time. You huff as you leave your room, trying to walk out confidently in your all too revealing pj’s.

You pass them into the kitchen to grab a drink when you hear your brother’s voice.

“Grab me a bottle of wine, would you?” Jiyong walks into the kitchen, noting your short sleep shorts and bites his bottom lip, the way it hugs your hips and ass causing him to grow in his pants.

“Such a tease,” you stiffen as his hands come to your hips, lips next to your ear.

“Wearing that for me, all innocent looking,” he groans softly in your ear, your resolve buckling quickly as you feel a slight heat between your legs.

“It’s like your begging me to fuck you right here, with your brother in the next room,” his tongue darts out over your ear and your eyes flutter close with your mouth parting ever so slightly, a slight exhale leaving your lips.

He places a feather-like kiss to your neck, a small gasp escaping you as his tongue licks a small strip of skin.

He chuckles darkly as he, hesitantly, lets you go and grabs your brother the wine he requested. He takes one last look at you before shaking his head with a smile and walking back into the living room. You take a moment to steady yourself, chugging the water in your glass.

You walk back to your room, biting a smile back the whole time.

Later that night you get a knock on your door. You open and it and before he can be stopped Jiyong shoves his way into your room, pinning you against the back of your door. His breathing is heavy, pupils are slightly enlarged and his heart is pounding against his chest.

He takes your hand placing it to his chest.

“See what you do to me, jagiya?” He teases and like usual, a slight blush appears on your cheeks as you draw your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Oh, don’t go getting shy on me now, baby. You thought you could tease me and get away with it?” He nibbles on your ear lobe. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel the muscles in your stomach tighten at his touch, slightly arching into him.

“I wasn’t teasing you,” you try to defend your outfit choice but it earns you a slight slap to your clothed core. You yelp is surprise before Jiyong’s hand goes to your mouth.

“Don’t lie to me,” he warns, “and be quiet. He doesn’t know I’m in here.” He presses a kiss just below your ear and you squirm underneath him.

He presses another kiss to the same spot, this one open mouthed as his tongue darts out wetting the spot before closing his lips around it. A soft moan leaves his lips.

“You smell so good,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Bet you taste so much better,” he whispers as his hand travels up you thigh, ghosting over you.

“Don’t tease me,” you whimper, hands clinging to his shirt.

“I thought you couldn’t stand me,” he teases.

“Fuck me,” you groan in frustration into his shoulder.

“Oh, I plan on it,” he chuckles as his hands slip under your tank top, helping you pull it over your head. Your cheeks flush. You’d imagined the scenario a hundred, maybe even a million times, but now that it’s happening it doesn’t feel real. It’s like a dream.

He groans at the sight.

“Fuck,” he breathes as his hands come up to cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You bite back a moan, your lip between your teeth. His hands are warm, soft and easy and as they caress you. Jiyong’s lips connect to yours, pulling your bottom lip gently between his teeth, before he removes his own shirt. He notices your hands twitching at your sides and he takes one hand, dragging in down his chest. He smiles at the way your fingers grasp at his toned skin. He pulls you to the bed, gently pushing you down against it, kissing down your neck, love bites being left in his wake.

His tongue swirls around your hardened nipple, another soft gasp leaving you. Jiyong looks up at you through your lashes, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure. Your eyes are closed, the feeling of his tongue obvious against your warm skin.

Your hands find his hair, nails scratching slightly against the scalp.

He flattens his tongue, running it over your nipple, the sensation sending little pleasure signals to your already wet pussy. Your hips shift, brushing his pelvis and he smirks.

“Somone’s needy,” he teases.

“Jiyong, come on.” Your words are a clear sign of desperation.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t rush me. I’m savoring every,” he places a kiss to your sternum, “single,” he places another one just below the first, “second,” he places a third one just below your breast line.

His tongue darts out, leaving more open-mouthed kisses down to the waistband of your shorts. His cock is angry, red, and leaking into his boxers; a damp patch making it obvious. He’s thought about how good you taste a million times, and now that he gets to find out, he can hardly contain his excitement.

He slowly hooks his fingers into your shorts and panties and pulls them down. He looks down at your exposed flesh, tongue wetting his lips in anticipation.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he warns before settling between your legs.

He gives you only a second to protest before he’s kissing up your leg. He leaves little love bites on your thighs, some of them guaranteed to bruise.

“Fuck your dripping,” he breathes out and his finger’s part your folds, collecting some of your arousal. He groans as his cock twitches in his pants.

“So pretty, and all for me,” he says before he attaches his mouth to your core, sucking your clit between his lips. You gasp as your back automatically arches off the bed, legs bent slightly up.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, his tongue masterfully circles your bud, the pleasure undeniable.

“Feel good, baby?” He smirks already knowing the answer.

“Tell me how it feels,” he encourages. Your hips lift against his face, his nose brushing your clit as his tongue laps at you.

“Fuck it feels good, so, so good,” your eyes screw shut as your hands travel to his hair.

“Good girl,” he smirks as a finger is slowly inserted. He notices your walls clamp down at the praise.

“Ooh, look at that,” he mocks, “You like be told how good you are. A good little fuck toy,” and your walls once again clamp down with a muffled moan. Your hips rock against his finger.

His tongue starts working on your clit again, this time at lightening speed as his finger curls into that sweet spongey spot that causes your head to spin.

“Oh, God,” you moan out, a little too loudly before you clamp a hand on your mouth. He adds another finger, never slowing down. You feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, your body slowly edging into going rigid as your hips flow with his thrusts. You begin gasping and panting as your heart rate speeds up, little flashes of heat intensifying. Your head digs into the mattress, mouth falling open as your eyes screw shut. You place your hand back over your mouth as your orgasm hits, hard, your thighs clamping down against his head.

Your body shakes beneath him and Jiyong moans as he feels your walls clamp down on his fingers. His own cock growing more achingly hard by the second. He doesn’t stop, only slows his movements to help you milk every bit of pleasure form this.

“That was so hot,” he whispers to himself once your body goes still, watching your breasts move up and down as you regain control of your breathing. He brings himself up to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself. Your hand goes up to him, palming his clothed cock in your hands.

“Words, baby,” he smirks.

“Want it,” you say muffled against his lips.

“Earn it,” he says before shifting onto his back. He watches as your exposed body crawls over on top of him. You tug his shirt off him, kissing his lips gently, before kissing down his jawline to his neck.

“I wanna feel you,” you whimper in his ear, desperation taking over and Jiyong chews on his bottom lip.

“Taste you,” you continue as your hand travels down his abdomen.

“Hear you babble my name because you can’t remember anything else but my mouth and dripping pussy.” Your tongue flicks over the shell of his ear and he shivers, barely holding onto his cocky composure.

You leave open mouth kisses down his chest, your bottom lip dragging across the skin of his abdomen as you peer at him through your lashes. Jiyong’s cheeks are slightly flushed as he watches you dance around the hem of his pants. Your fingers graze the skin of his pelvis, and Jiyong could swear he felt electricity.

He raises his hips for you and you watch as he springs out, the tip of his cock angry, leaking and begging for release. He hisses as the cool air hits it, causing the slightest sting. He swallows a moan as you lick your lips.

Slowly your fingers wrap around him, Jiyong’s fists are all ready in the sheets beneath him.

You slide your hand up to the head, collecting some of the precum and smearing over him. You watch his body shift underneath you, the way his stomach muscles contract with each pump, the way his eyes flutter shut when you start to find a consistent rhythm. The way it sounds when he gasps because he wasn’t expecting your tongue to go to his slit so quickly. You wrap your lips around him, cheeks already hollowed out as you slide down on his cock. A choked out moan leaving his mouth. His hand goes over his mouth, remembering Seunghyun is in the room across the hall.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you swirl your tongue around him, your eyes closed and the only thought in your head being his pleasure. His hips gently lift off the bed when he feels your hand go to play with his balls.

“Ah, fuck you feel so good,” your thighs squeeze together at the praise, another flood of heat in your core.

“Fuck you look so good like this,” he says as his hands come to hold your hair out of your face, making a ponytail. You begin to move faster, a tiny bit of your teeth scrape him and he gasps, the feeling unexpected. Your nose meets his pelvis with each time you sink down, the salty taste of him being left on your tongue.

“Mm, fuck, I’m close,” he groans, “Gonna cum down that pretty little throat of yours.” He grunts as his muscles go taut. You brace yourself on his thighs, your head starting to spin from how fast your moving, slight gagging filling the room. You feel his cock twitch on your tongue, and after another moment you feel the hot, sticky, salty taste go down your throat. Jiyong is bent over, his lips against your hair as he releases.

“Fuck, y/n, that was so good, made me feel so damn good.” He whispers helplessly into your hair like a man wrecked from head to toe. You sit there for a moment while he regains his composure.

Slowly his hands find your arms, silently, and he pulls you to him, lips crashing together in fervor.

He leans back slowly, your body following as he helps you position your hips above him.

Without a word, you slowly sink down onto him, the stretch making you gasp and your forehead falls onto his shoulder. He holds you, arms around your body letting you get used to the feeling.

“Fuck,” you whisper, the sting almost bringing tears to your eyes.

“’s ok, baby. Take your time,” he whispers into your hair before kissing the side of your head.

After a moment you regain yourself and rock your hips. Jiyong's mouth goes to your shoulder now, teeth sinking into it to keep him from moaning too loud.

“Fuck, angel you feel so good,” he grunts as the pleasure hits the both of you, his cock nestled inside your body, hitting that sweet spot with each movement. You brace yourself on his shoulders for balance before you begin to slowly bounce yourself up and down. Jiyong watches as your head tilts back, body slowly falling back wards as you brace onto the mattress, pleasuring yourself on him.

His lips kiss just underneath your bust line, teeth grazing your sweat slick skin. Your mouth hangs open, moans and groans threatening to echo in the room. He pulls you back up to him, capturing your lips as he holds onto your hips, helping you move.

“Fuck you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” he groans against your lips. You’re too far gone for words, only whimpers and moans are heard.

Jiyong can feel how close you are, how your walls keep fluttering around him. He notices your hips loosing rhythm and he starts bucking his hips to meet your, hitting that spot just inside your entrance each time, making you cry out into his shoulder.

“Jiyong, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper and its as if all caution is thrown to the wind as hearing you whimper his name sends him into a feral pace, hips slapping against you, your mouth crying into his neck with pleasure, him concentrated on making sure you get every little bit out of your orgasm.

The wave hits, your body going rigid, hands gripping his neck like an anchor, and your walls grip his cock like a vice. Your toes curl as your body shakes on top of him. Jiyong leaves kisses on your neck trying to help ground you as you ride out the high. His own hits right as yours is coming to and end, breathing coming out in gasps. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, moans and groans coming out as his load shoots up into you.

You hold onto him, your fingers running through the short hair at the nape of his neck. He stills, the two of you sitting together for a breif moment, when he pulls his head from the crook of your neck.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he whispers as he gently moves some of your hair out of your face. A sweet kiss is shared between you before he helps you up, your legs a little wobbly. He grabs his pants, and exists the room, only to come back with a rag damp with warm water.

His hand goes between your legs, gently cleaning you up.

“So beautiful,” he whispers with a kiss to your thigh as he finishes. He discards of the rag quickly before cuddling up to you in bed.

“You’ll have to be on the couch when he wakes up.” You remind him. Jiyong deflates underneath you.

“I know.” He kisses your forehead. The two of you are silent for a moment as the question hangs in the balance. You get the courage to speak first.

“So, what does this mean for us?” You can't look a him yet, you're heart going ninety miles an hour, anticipating his response.

“I have no idea,” your eyes meet, neither of you sure where you stand. There’s a beat of silence.

“Goodnight,” he says with a kiss to the top of your head, and he leaves the bed to go back to the couch. You watch him walk out, an unknown feeling blooming in your chest.

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sam-loves-seb · 2 years ago

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see in my head i fully believe that over time i'm gonna go back and write all the days i've skipped in my whumptober series, it might take months but in my head, eventually, they will all get written. will this actually happen? who knows! but i am never short on ideas, only fuel and motivation, so we'll see what the next few months bring

of course i actually have to make it to the end of october first, but that's entirely besides the point

#mind you i'm taking a fat nap and a break after october ends #but eventually #i do want to write for all the skipped prompts #it'll probs be a slow process #but maybe i can fill them all in before next october #but also i have so many other projects i wanna work on #[big bang fic stares menacingly at me]#[other undisclosed project mocks me from afar]#so like who knows where my writing will go next #all i know is that i'm never lacking in gallavich brainworms #they consume my every thought #sam rants

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disposal-blueeee · 7 months ago

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VARGASTOBER - day 2 : comfort

#vargas #edgar vargas #vargas zarla #scriabin #scriabin vargas #zarla s #vargastober #vargastober 2024 #vargastober2024 #sunny's art #chapter 20/21 #i'm late . i know i'm late #god . this just took SO UNBELIEVABLY LONG . SERIOUSLY #the bg color doesn't convince me . but i don't want to leave my purple-ish gray void #i do have an entry for this one ! idk if i should work on today's ( yesterday's ( prompt now #NO BACKGROUND BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO DIE !!#or write the entry #might write a bit of it while i eat some crackers #did you notice the new layout ? yyeees ???? do y'all like it ?#might change the pfp for scriabin's face here . he tiny #i'll try to work on a small thing for void . if i don't get it right i might just skip that one #should be all :]] currently listening to the subdigitals for the 8465675th time today #( they're a fake band from code lyoko but they do have songs and they're fire #i don't like posting things this late but I'M TOO LATE ALREADY

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violetsareblue-selfships · 7 months ago

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good morning!!! <333

#eeee new sylus card #i kinda stopped pulling for xavier's birthday card (even though i really need more cards for him)#and i was rewarded i guess bc now i have a 5* in ten pulls and sylus being all soft in this new card hehe <3 #anyways more tribal chronicle today + i'm currently building dan heng a little better #i really need to play echoes bc i skipped out on it again #like i just wanted an evening to myself last night (+ i had to write today's prompt)#speaking of the last thing i need to do is write tomorrow's #also remember that musical crush - she's still here lol and I've seen other people shipping from that musical #so...? might be convinced to add her #anyways i hope today/tonight is kind to you!!!!#morning rambles

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applesap-fics · 10 months ago

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so many wips release me from this hell

#made a schedule and then did nothing with it OTL #meanwhile getting more ideas (or rather prompts) but as soon as i get behind my laptop i forget how the scene went and i lose it #cant wait for encantober so i can do drabbles again and hopefully get my writing groove back #skipped out on last year and havent rly been writing all that much #some of these r like. just bad plotbunnies #some of them ive been wanting to write/finish since the first month ive been in this fandom #i wish there was an encanto kinkmeme but in this current (fandom) climate i think thats a load of wishful thinking

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akirakirxaa · 2 years ago

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I just want everyone to know

I really hate the word noisome.

#ffxivwrite thoughts #gods i hate this prompt #i already don't like writing about stinky things #and like sure it can also mean just noxious but like #i have NOTHING for it #and I don't want to skip it #i want to do all the prompts cause if I skip one I'll skip more until I'm just not doing it #but like everyone's just going to end up writing about morbols or aurum vale and I don't want to write about either of those things

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matteoberrettini · 5 months ago

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do you think i can skip this thing i have scheduled tomorrow to write the 2nd chapter of this sinnettini fic i'm working on

#jk i wanna skip it bc i don't have the physical energy nor brain power for it #like it's tomorrow but i already know after work i will be dead and want to go HOME. sigh #i also know the other 2 people involved also 99% don't want to do the thing either lol #we're all busy and tired it's december 17th can we just. not #anyway honestly i think the first chapter of this thing is super fucking cringe #and i want to write a 2nd chapter even if i guess technically it could also be a standalone #it just feels incomplete like this also i feel like the person who sent the prompt would want it to like. go further #like idk obviously but? it just feels like it has to go further?#whateverrrrr but i also wanted to write many more things but i only wrote this and an igaryna 😭😭#i've just been busy tired and Going Thru It #and i know i still have time! so i will hopefully write more. i just kind of wish i had already written more lol #good thing is that i've got 2 weeks off from the 24th onwards soooo more time to write hopefully. famiglia permettendo

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lookingupatthesamemoon · 7 months ago

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selfshiptober day 15: games + hunt

pairing: Harper + Cooper Adams/Abbott

summary: Cooper takes Harper out on his hunt for his next victim.

word count: 1.4k

cw: f/o is a serial killer 😭 and s/i does not care !

divider from @/thecutestgrotto :)

Cooper rolled his eyes, watching the girl walk entirely too fast in front of him. This was a mistake… He was going to end up cuffed, muzzled, and behind bars, and it was going to be all her fault. For six years of his life he’d been excruciatingly careful, taking not so much as one wrong step, but Harper seemed to be a lot less vigilant. He should’ve killed her when he had the chance…

“Would you slow your ass down?” he hissed as he caught up to her. “You’re not exactly being inconspicuous.”

“We’re in the center of Philly, Cooper,” she said sassily. “It’s the end of a long work day, and plenty of people are rushing to catch their bus home. I blend right in. Now, you on the other hand-”

Cooper grabbed at the back of her shirt, feeling the wooly fabric bunching up between his fingers. She gasped, slowing almost to a halt as he held her close to his side. “You’re lucky to still be alive,” he growled, leaning down to whisper into her ear. “I suggest you behave yourself.”

Harper pouted, playfully booping the man’s nose. She had always loved to test her limits. He gave her a look of disdain before pulling away, placing both hands back in his jacket pockets.

Cooper couldn’t deny that Harper was adorable, as frustrating as she was. It was one of the few reasons he had kept her alive. Her puppy dog eyes were as persuasive as his own daughter’s, and combined with her tenacity, she made quite the compelling argument for surviving another day. He grumbled under his breath, watching her steps speed up again. Maybe he was getting soft.

Harper intrigued him, though. She wasn’t afraid of him — or, if she was, she was doing an Oscar-worthy job of hiding it. Rather, she was obsessed with him. She had made him her muse. Instead of cowering away from the most vile, sinister parts of him, she leaned into them with curiosity and some kind of admiration. Cooper found that he often got the “urge,” as he called it, when faced with people who felt whole. With the way Harper had latched onto him, years before she even met him, he could tell she wasn’t whole. She was looking for something to fill some kind of void inside of her, and she thought that Cooper was that something. Whatever it was, she was missing something, something Cooper’s victims always had. Despite his constant aggravation with her, he had no doubt that she would be a fun little plaything. In fact, he was almost certain that that aggravation she stirred up in him was what made her fun.

She was a lot less fun, though, when she was actively threatening his safety. It was one thing for Harper to sit pretty in the abandoned homes he did his work in, pestering him as he tried to plan his attacks, but it was entirely another for her to follow him on the prowl, sticking out like a sore thumb. She was fucking with his craft, the only thing in his life that gave him any sort of release, and he was almost certain she understood that, using it to piss him off further. It was almost like she wanted him to chop her up, despite arguing almost every single day that she was a valuable asset, that he needed to keep her alive. After all, who else in the world knew him better than she did. He sighed. He supposed she was right. Even his family didn’t know the “real” Cooper. But Harper? She had put in the work, she had done the research. She really did know him best, even after just a couple of weeks.

“Hey, Cooper?” he heard her call from up ahead. “What about that one?”

He grit his teeth, seeing her blatantly pointing across the street at a young man with a torn white t-shirt. The man’s head shot up, looking over at Harper with a raised eyebrow before continuing to walk in the other direction. Cooper put his head down, casting his eyes onto the sidewalk beneath his feet as he caught up to her yet again. Wordlessly, he grabbed her by the arm, effortlessly dragging her into a nearby alleyway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“What? I’m helping.”

“By pointing at people in broad daylight like they’re big game animals for us to shoot at? You’re gonna call too much attention to us, and you’re gonna get me killed.”

“Oh my God, Cooper, if I wanted you dead I would’ve done it myself! I just wanna help! Didn’t that guy look pathetic?”

“That’s not how I choose them.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know… But, what are we supposed to do? Just wait until you get, what, the ‘urge’ or whatever?”

“Yes,” Cooper sighed exasperatedly. “Didn’t you promise me you weren’t going to mess with my process?”

“Maybe,” Harper responded, dragging out the first syllable. “But that was before I realized how boring this whole thing is. I want to see how The Butcher kills.”

“And this is part of that,” Cooper replied. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that patience is a virtue?”

“I haven’t exactly been known to listen.”

His grip on her arm tightened, causing her to grunt. He leaned in closer to her, his breath heating up her left ear. “I don’t know if I’ve been clear enough. You are nothing to me, okay? I can do this without you, like I’ve done for the last six years. And unless you want to be victim number ten, scattered about the turnpike, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and follow orders.”

“Okay, Jesus,” Harper muttered. “The internet makes this stuff seem way more interesting…”

Cooper shoved her against the bricks behind her, stepping back out onto the sidewalk. The sun was setting now… A much better time of day to hunt his prey. Cooper sighed, cracking his neck before continuing to walk down the street. Harper was wasting his time, slowing him down… And, now that he was thinking about it, she was surely only going to make the whole kidnapping part a lot more difficult.

“Hey, Cooper?” he heard her voice call from behind him. “I’m sorry… I know you have a process… But, I was thinking, maybe we could turn it into a game?”

“A game?” Cooper parroted back, stopping in his tracks and turning to face her. “You want to turn it into a game? These are human lives we’re talking about.”

“Since when does that matter to you?” Harper snickered. “Come on! We could do, like, I Spy or something.”

“How old did you say you were?” he asked, deadpan.

“Twenty one,” she shrugged. “What? Does that mean I’m not allowed to have fun anymore?”

“You know what? Fine. Sure. I spy, with my little eye, a spoiled brat who’s incapable of listening to what she’s told.”

“... I think you’re supposed to use a visual description. Like, for me, you could say ‘wearing a brown skirt.’”

“Wearing a slutty brown skirt.”

Harper crossed her arms. “Fine. Be that way.”

He turned back around and kept walking. He wanted to leave her there, pouting on the side of the road in the middle of the city… But he knew that wasn’t how the night was going to end. She would beat him to the car, quietly awaiting him in the passenger seat… If he was lucky, maybe she’d even put the ties on as some kind of wordless apology. The worst part of all was that he would let her live to see another day, another day that she could spend tormenting him with her attitude.

He would never tell her this, but he liked it. He got a rise out of the way she pushed his buttons, the way she made him feel. He didn’t realize he still had it in him until he met her. He had spent decades of his life feeling hollow, every single emotion a performance… Until he met her. That irritation… That was real, and he was thriving off of it.

He smirked to himself as he heard footsteps behind him. “Cooper?” he heard her voice call out.

“Yes?”

“Can you show me how you do it? How you hunt them?”

“I don’t know… Are you gonna listen and do things my way?”

“Yes…”

“Okay. Follow me, and stay quiet. You know what happens if you don’t.”

#we are officially at the point of skipping prompts 😭#i did want to do them all guys...#but i slacked off in september and got behind #and then real life got WAY too busy to keep writing so 😭#but that's okay #i should have two more done by halloween though so. yay !#rye writes !#self ship #self shipping #selfshiptober 2024 #selfshiptober #cw violence #ship: love is a trap

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bweirdart · 8 months ago

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nearly oc-tober time again - time for some prompts for 2024

F.A.Q

do i have to draw?

not at all! you are free to participate with any medium that suits you... writing, artwork, free bases and templates, simple text posts, in-character-as-your-oc roleplay, whatever! (just no stealing or AI)

do i have to make new content?

nope! re-uploading old stuff that fits the prompts is allowed (and encouraged) ... old art that didn't get the appreciation it needed always deserves a chance to be shared again, it's a fun throwback!

do i have to post every day?

nope! only 10 days are mandatory (the ones in red with a star symbol) and everything else (yellow) is 100% optional! if you're busy or tired, please skip as many as you want

can i start early?

you can prep your posts in advance if you need to ... but please wait until the right day in october to share them!

can i re-upload your prompt list to another site?

i would prefer if you dont - i have accounts on most sites, so just reblog/retweet/share from me!

event tag?

#bweirdOCtober

have fun!

image desc/text version ↓under the cut↓ or on bweird.art/october

prompts:

WEEK 1: OC INTRODUCTIONS

⭐ 1: FAV OC

what makes them your fav?

2: NEW OC

how recently did you make them?

3: OLD OC

how long ago did you make them?

⭐ 4: UNDER-APPRECIATED OC

an oc you feel like you don't talk about enough, or you haven't fleshed out as much as you would like

5: RE-DESIGNED OC

an oc who has changed a lot (what changed about them?) or, if you haven't redesigned an oc: is there anything you might want to change about an existing oc?

WEEK 2: BUILDING BACKSTORY

⭐ 6: PAST

where is your oc from? what did they look like as a child?

7: LIKES

what do they like (and why?)

8: DISLIKES

what don't they like (and why?)

⭐ 9: RELATIONSHIPS

doesn't have to be romantic! can any kind of relationship (frienship, family, rivalry etc)

10: PERSONALITY

what are your oc's main personality traits

11: SYMBOLISM/THEMES

what represents your oc? is there a specific colour you associate them with, or a specific animal?

12: FUTURE

what will your oc look like in the future? do they have any plans or goals?

WEEK 3: FUN + GAMES

⭐13: MEMES

do any memes remind you of your oc? are there memes your oc would find funny? maybe you want to redraw your oc as one?

14: WHO/WHAT INSPIRED YOUR OC

are there existing characters that your oc looks like? was your oc based on yourself? is your oc originally from a specific fandom?

15: MUSIC

share a character playlist, write a songfic, post lyrics that remind you of them, etc

⭐16: EYES CLOSED or NON DOMINANT HAND

draw a picture of your oc with your eyes closed or with your non domminant hand, write or type a paragraph about them without your eyes closed, etc ... have fun, and don't worry about it looking "bad" -it's meant to!!

17: DnD ALIGNMENT CHART

put all your ocs into a DnD alignment chart, or any other similar chart if you prefer

i've compiled a few templates on my site, but you can find more easily if you google "oc alignment chart"

⭐18: SWAP

swap something between your ocs - their role in the story, hairstyles, personalities, fashion taste, species ... whatever you want! how would this difference change them?

19: PALETTE CHALLENGES

draw your ocs with as many of these colour palettes as you want (or just skip if you don't draw/don't like doing these!)

hex codes for the colours:

palette 1 - #3C1E81 #6D1EA2 #B059E8 #FE0876 #FE5284 #FE7C96 #E0CFE3 #FFD5C3

palette 2 - #352823 #673F28 #AB541C #BA8233 #897128 #A68B2F #F7BF6A #DAC3A4

palette 3 - #A42E25 #D7412B #E47C29 #F7A233 #FCC02D #FCE4A6 #486548 #FEFDE8

palette 4 - #2F4769 #39597E #53779C #94D1E7 #AADDE7 #D48DB7 #D498B5 #D2BABA

WEEK 4: COMMUNITY

20-26: A WHOLE WEEK OF SOCIAL STUFF

if you don't have the time/energy to do every day this week, ⭐ day 23 is the only one marked as mandatory! you can skip the rest!

some ideas for what you could do: talk about a friend's oc you like, make gift art/writing of them, collabs, trades, reblog/appreciate ocs in the event tag, make interactions between your ocs and other people's

WEEK 5: HALLOWEEN

⭐27: FEARS

is your oc scared of anything? do they have any phobias? are they startled easily? would any of your ocs try to scare ppl on purpose?

28: MONSTER

what would your oc be if they were a monster (eg: werewolf, vampire, eldritch beast.. whatever) or, do you have an oc who is already a monster?

29: PUMPKIN CARVING

your ocs carving pumpkins, a drawing of a pumpkin carved to look like your oc ... or even carve it in real life!

30: GHOST

this can be literally a ghost, or a concept that haunts your oc! up to you!

⭐ 31: COSTUMES

what are your ocs wearing for halloween?

#events #oc-tober #bweirdOCtober

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abbyslovergirlxo · 4 months ago

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Same Damn Time

Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader x Ambessa Medarda

tw; Dom!Ambessa, Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, rough sex but they’re not so mean towards the end, wlw, sadism (cait/bessa), choking, slapping (everywhere lol), knife usage, blood kink??,masochism (you🫵) , crying, reader has a mouth on her and then folds (typical😒), idk why i made cait psychotic but oh well, oral, degradation, crumbs of praise lmao, ALL SEXUAL INTERACTION IS CONSENSUAL, I am not someone who writes noncon

Word count: 7.8k

… = time skip

a/n; whewww! like what can I even say, this fic is crazy asl. Like I actually think they’re gonna bring back stoning people just for this. Lowkey deserved. But I know there’s someone out there who’s gonna match my freak 😭 i had tooo much fun writing this while listening to the song, made me think of them 😩lots of tw!! so plz read that before scrolling!!! I feel like this is something you’re either really going to love or really going to hate sooo idk. Also I was literally fixated on Sevika/Ambessa and one edit drove me to madness so here we are, getting double teamed by Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda 😩 They’re both evil twins in this but Caitlyn is the more evil twin but no seriously read the tw…. anyways enough of my my rumbling, this fic is long enough lol.

Your ear shot up, body reacting involuntarily to the large grey door opening. Heavy echoing footsteps, hushed whispers, and then a closed door.

“ This is the one?”

The judgemental tone would’ve sent you spiralling, had you been anywhere else. But menacing glares and sharp words would do little for you here. The lights were dim, unfavorably so, only illuminating distinctly right above your chair that you sat in.

Their voices held unyielding authority. Everyone from topside did to be fair but something about these two gave away their status. Their faces were shielded slightly, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see who they were. That attempt was shot down, the small space of darkness they stood in protecting them.

You cursed yourself for not having been smarter that day, faster. For if you had been, you’d never know what the inside of Stillwater’s interrogation room looked like.

“ Yes, General. My enforcers found her near one of Jinx’s old hideouts. From the items that were taken from her we can safely say this one knows something. She knows Jinx. My men attempted to speak to her a couple of days ago but nothing came of it.”

You thought back to the ‘men’ who questioned you, hammered you with prompts that you refused to answer. The bruises on your back proved how badly they wanted to know but you never relented.

“ I don’t know anything.” A lie. A clear one. Both of the women ignored you, tossing back and forth bits of information. You tugged at the shiny metal cuffs, now wishing you’d taken Vi up on those lock picking lessons. I’m so fucked, you thought to yourself. The room was a bit cold and you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion when they snatched you. So, somberly you shook a little, giving up on listening to whatever they were saying.

You weren’t going to rat. You knew that much.

Your head was hung when you heard them get closer to you. Not bothering to look up, you heard two chairs groan from being pulled, until they sat down from what you assumed.

“ Name?”

Finally you peered up. Your expression faltered for a second, not expecting the sight in front of you. Their outfits clashed and blended seamlessly all at once. One sat in an all black attire, her long blue hair hanging down. The other was engrossed in clads of gold and red.

Sitting right across from you, they both had menacing glares. Well, the glares you expected. Not quite the faces. Shamefully you imagined seeing them somewhere else, maybe in The Last Drop? The younger, sharp features and pinched eyes, looked at you with a particularly hateful look. That didn’t bother you though, she was as intimidating as the drunk men you’d fought with in the undercity. Pretty though, you thought. The other one was a different story entirely.

She was tall, you could tell from how she towered even sitting down. Something about her was elegant. But she looked dangerous. Growing up it was quite necessary to assess who you could and couldn’t take on, and the moment your eyes locked with hers, you knew. The scars on her face also gave way to what she was capable of. She was a problem, even if her stare wasn’t as heinous as the woman beside her.

“ Name?” She pressed. Her voice was calm but she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to raise it.

“ I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who Jinx is.”

The blue haired girl scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Her companion remained analytical of you.

“ You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice came off unforgiving and brutal. You’d be lying (again) if you said you weren’t slightly offended. But you kept a neutral face, ignoring her.

“Listen, this doesn’t have to be rough. How this goes depends entirely on you, you choose. We know you know Jinx. We know that you know something. The information you have is quite important to me,”

The older woman paused for a split second, her stare unwavering and promising. She looked over to the younger one before looking back at you.

“ to us. So we’re leaving this room with something, I can assure you that. But I can also assure you that if you help us, we will help you.”

Her voice was smooth, like wine. Well according to what people say about wine, you’d never had it. She was firm in her words, almost as if she herself knew the power behind her promise. That would’ve reassured you had it not been for the fact that she was after your fucking friends.

You looked between the two of them again, assessing the scene in front of you over and over. You were unimpressed, if you were being honest, something you hadn’t been since these cuffs first touched your wrist. Sure, you could tell they meant business but this was futile as an interrogation tactic.

Good cop, bad cop?

While the older wasn’t exactly nice, you expected a missing eye, pulled nails and burnt skin. What you weren’t expecting was two, unfortunately attractive, topside pigs to do a century old method. If anything they should’ve switched, you thought to yourself.

Maybe then they’d get somewhere.

“ Still don’t know who Jinx is or why I’m here.”

“ You’re lying, again. And protecting a known fanatic and criminal. Tell us where we can find Jinx.”

You furrowed your brows, annoyed with her insults and claims. Who is she to tell you that were lying? Well, you were of course. But regardless, the tone in the blue eyed woman before you made you unsettled.

“ I’m not lying.” You gritted out. “ I’ve been detained wrongfully. You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.”

“ Yes, you do.” Her voice was firm, final. You scowled at her, but it was nothing in comparison to how she looked at you. Constantly her jaw flexed, on edge and angry. But she had no right to be angry in your mind, after all you were the one chained to a table being talked at rather than talked to. Secretly you wished for the older woman to speak again, at least she wasn’t such a bitch.

“ Are they your friends? Is that it? Because I promise you that we will find Jinx, it will just be a whole lot messier without your help. I don’t mind that. But I’m sure you will.”

You fought the urge to wipe that domineering tone and look off her face. You’re never going to find Jinx! You’re nothing but a power hungry topsider who doesn’t know the first thing about friends! I’m not telling you shit. Was what you wanted to say. But instead,

“ I don’t know Jinx or whatever else you people plan on asking me. Like I said, you. are. wasting. your. time.”

You put emphasis on each word, tired of repeating yourself. But to your un-satisfaction she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.

“ Look… I shouldn’t be here. I can’t give you anything because I don’t kno—“

“ Right.” She cut you off, so obviously tired of your insistent lying, even in the short minutes. “And you’re not an undercity animal.”

“ And you’re not a topside pig.”

In all fairness it came out before you could stop it. You weren’t used to being talked to like this and keeping quiet, it almost came out of pure instinct. But if you were surprised by your words you didn’t show it one bit, a small smile almost playing on your lips.

Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing elevating. For a moment you thought she’d explode before the other woman spoke.

“ Kiramman.”

You memorized the name, not sure if it’d be useful later once you escaped but just in case. She simply collected herself, nodding at the woman who she called ‘General’. Maybe this is where you went wrong, your natural element slipping out, your ego on its way to arriving.

“ You should learn to control yourself, ya know… during interrogations and such.”

“ Shut your mouth.” It was harsh and whispered. This is when you should’ve stopped but you didn’t.

“ You must be new, since you need a supervisor to help you.”

“ Shut it.”

“ You guys have nothing on me. You’re fucking desperate. I’m n—“

Mistakenly you were so focused on Kiramman that you hadn’t been prepared for the harsh grab of your chin. It was quick, unbelievably fast and that scared you more than anything. The strength of which she used to crush your face also attributed to the pit in your stomach.

“ You’ve chosen miserably.”

Her voice was meaner now, she talked as if you were nothing. Like you were stupid. Instantly you regretted wishing for her presence.

Embarrassingly you struggled against her trying to pry away but it was useless. She effortlessly held you there, your cheeks red with humiliation and anger. You tried to ignore the victorious face planted on Kiramman.

“ She said shut your mouth so you shouldn’t be doing anything but that.”

“ Thought you w-wanted me to talk, which one is it?”

You half expected her to break your jaw or lash out like the woman beside her. Instead she remained calm, eerily calm. Anyone with such strength and patience was someone who got what they wanted. But, you weren’t going to talk, you reminded yourself.

She pulled you closer, not without the rebellious tug from you. Silently she analyzed you, staring into your eyes painstakingly long. You squirmed and averted your gaze. She let you go with a ‘hmph’.

“ She won’t talk, not like this.”

The blue haired girl whipped her head towards her, then back to you, a blue fire blazing in her eyes. From the short time they’d been in the room it was clear the older woman held a higher position, authority oozing from her undoubtedly. But now you noticed something dark about the Kiramman that you should have picked up on before.

She was angry, unreasonably so. There was something constantly threatening to set off inside of her.

“ Everyone talks. There has to be something that’ll make her.”

The General hummed. “ I agree, but not like this. She’s loyal to them and she’s prepared for a cell if not this. She’s attempting to use our anger to distract us. She needs something else.”

The goosebumps from the cold air became accompanied by ones born from anxiety. Your mind went into a dark place, worried you’d never leave Stillwater. What if they starved you? Kept you locked in some cell as your body slowly decayed while you still lived? True fear found its way to you for the first time, the unknown overwhelming.

Kiramman seemed to hold back a sigh, instead taking a moment to actually listen to her superior's words. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking but from the firm nod she let off to the General, you knew it wasn’t in your favor. The grey haired woman stood now, making your heart race. Desperately you tugged at the chain once more, attempting to repeat your overdone line.

“ Look, I really don’t know anything.” Ignored.

The blue haired girl remained seated, leaned back slightly, watching silently as the older woman walked around the table. She walked to you with a certain prowess about her. She was taller than you’d expected, to your dismay. You refused to look at her when she was finally standing beside you, face aimed at the grey table.

You pinched your eyes waiting to be hit, choked maybe, or stabbed if they didn’t mind the mess. Your breathing raised as you tried to silently comfort yourself through whatever pain soon awaited. You held back a flinch when you felt large hands pulling at your chains.

It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Fuck.

*clink*

You snapped your eyes open, seeing your handcuffs now undone.

“ Stand up.”

You took in a breath, silently grateful that you hadn’t been harmed. You stood now, relieved. At least whatever they were going to do wasn’t happening in the now you thought. You looked towards the giant closed metal door, expecting your arm to be snatched as she led you to your dark cell. But to your surprise she simply spoke again.

“ On the table.”

You looked between the two of them.

You shook your head, not even at them, it just shook. No way in hell were you going to lay down on some metal table while these two psychopaths did whatever they wanted to you. You weren’t exactly happy about the bruises that already resided there, definitely not hoping for extras.

“ …No.”

You hadn’t wished to say it but you couldn’t bring yourself to willingly place your body on that table before they hurt you.

“ You misunderstand the situation. You’ve chosen already. So get on the table.”

You didn’t choose shit. That’s what you wanted to shout, to scream at them until your bones betrayed you. A million emotions rushed through your head, clenching and unclenching your hands. Instead you remained silent and unmoving, your refusal to acknowledge was saying ‘no’ in its own way.

“ Fucking impossible…”

You didn’t even have a moment to react to the words before you were pulled. A grunt left your mouth as your hair was gripped painfully. Anger coursed through you upon seeing the black uniform in your peripheral. You used your now free hands to try and pry her hands from you but she only gripped impossibly tighter, your scalp beginning to burn. She was swifter than you’d imagined she’d be, strong too, grabbing both of your hands with one, pinning them. This somehow was worse than cuffs.

“ Fucki— let me go!”

Ignored. Why did they ignore everything?

“ Where do you want her?”

Her General's eyebrows raised, but you didn’t see surprise. Not even disappointment. Content, maybe? You didn’t put it past her.

“ Let's put her on her back to start.”

She moved without question or affirmation. Irritation was clear across your face now, upset at the stinging that wasn’t letting up on your scalp. But clearly the woman behind you didn’t care, roughly forcing you onto the table. She wasn’t as tall as her companion but she was taller than you and it wasn’t an advantage on your part. The force behind her movements were unsettling, you hadn’t thought she was powerless at first glance, but her grip on you was unnerving compared to what you thought she was capable of.

The cold metal wasn’t welcoming. It felt like a million needles were puncturing your skin causing you to shudder. Your tank top strap had fallen off your shoulder amidst the struggle, close enough to slipping down making you wish your hands were free.

“ Give me her wrist.”

They swiftly transferred your hands, the Generals grip matching hers but you could tell there was more strength to be given behind it. You didn’t want to imagine her really trying to squeeze you. The cuffs you were free from moments ago encased you again, and you didn't miss the two extra notches she clicked causing your bone to shift uncomfortably with the metal. You scowled.

“ It’s too fucking tight.”

Not even a pitied glance, nothing. Ignored. Again. You shifted your wrist again, overwhelmed and upset. And this bitch is still gripping my hair, using her other hand to keep your shoulder on the table casually. So easily, and that made you feel vulnerable, helpless. And your now restrained hands weren’t helping, the slight burn making something in your throat want to creep up but you wouldn’t dare allow it, deciding to instead take it out on them.

“ Let go of my hair, you bi–”

You hissed, the stinging sensation pulsating across your cheek. It wouldn’t leave a bruise but you damn sure felt it.

“ Mind your tongue.”

The General ignored the glare you sent her straight from hell, instead taking off her jacket revealing a dark sleeveless sort of top. You couldn’t begin to imagine or decipher the detailing of it, topsiders always dressed too flashy in your opinion, too stuck up. Her arms were as big as you'd thought. Both being ridiculed with scars.

Then, another sharp crack resounded through the dark room, a quick punishing tug to your scalp. This one would unfortunately leave a bruise. You could tell. You didn’t hiss this time, too stunned, on the verge of groaning from the way she used your hair as a plaything.

“ What she said.”

Kiramman finally let go of your hair, the residue of her strength still pounding through your head. You tried to sit up but she instead used both of her hands to hold you down. With only your legs to move, you kicked but the General shut that down as soon as it started. Effortlessly she used only one hand to keep them pinned down, now looking over you and at Kiramman.

What now? You thought. Cut my skin until I fess up? Break my bones until I don’t have any? Beat me bloody while I lie on this cold table? Are they going to kill me when this is all over, when I don’t say anything? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m going to die and nobody’s gonna know.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it.

Eyes suddenly squeezed shut, recited echoes of wishful thinking, a scratchy throat. You braced yourself.

“ Last chance. Tell us where we can find Jinx and I’ll send you back to your cell. Untouched.”

Your voice came out a little exasperated, anxiety and anger laced into it. You kept your eyes shut.

“ I don’t know who Jinx is so I can’t tell you that. I don’t know anything.”

Your shoulder crushed more into the table, pale hands squeezing.

“ You continue to choose stupidity, insolence. No more of that.”

Suddenly the grip on your legs were let go and you opened your eyes. She was still at the head of the table staring down at you. For a moment you considered kicking again but as if she read your mind…

“ Kick me and I will break every bone in your knee.”

Her tone wasn’t intimidating, demeaning absolutely, but not intimidating. The certainty in her voice made you throw away any ideas of using your legs. You liked your knees to say the least. You peered straight up to see an upside version of Kiramman, her long blue hair creating a shadow around her neck, her jawline distinct. Even without seeing her face, only the outline of lips and nose, the anger radiated off her body.

“ What now?”

The General looked over you, straight at her.

“ We’ll need to take her pants off for the next part.”

You and Kiramman spoke at the same time.

“ Wait, what? My pants?” “ Her pants?”

The older woman simply gave a one word reply, meant to supply both of you with a firm answer, ‘yes’.

“ Wait, wait.”

She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“ Do you remember something about Jinx? Something you’d like to tell us?”

You listened to the flickering sound coming from the light above you. One by one you let them pop into your head. Jinx, long blue hair and wild face as she hugged you. Vi, stuffing her favorite foodsin your face. Isha, making paper airplanes with you. For a moment you thought a tear might slip but it didn’t. You drew in a shaky breath, ignoring the sting on your wrist.

“ No. I don’t know anything. I just…”

You averted your gaze.

“ Is it going to hurt?”

A stupid question in your mind. No doubt torture hurts. But something in you needed to ask, needing some sort of certainty in what was to come.

“ That depends on you entirely. I’ll give you pain when you give me insolence. But when you give me answers, I’ll give you… ”

She suddenly ghosted a hand over your calf.

“ Relief.”

You shuddered a little, her graze unexpected. But you didn’t dare move your leg, not wanting to test what qualified as a kick to her. You didn’t want to imagine what she meant by relief, because it couldn’t mean that. It couldn’t mean that.

“ How does that sound?”

“ It sounds like I have nothing else to say to you.”

She hummed. Without another word she slipped her large hands in your waistband, pulling them down to your ankles. You wanted them back the second your bare thigh touched the cold metal. A click echoed and you looked to see a blade in her hand, small in size but formidable in design. Gold snakes seemed to embroider its handle. You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, your eyes locked on it.

Your eyes flicked up at the blue haired woman, her position now changed so that you could see her face again. Her eyes almost beamed? For the first time an expression other than anger displayed itself on her features. Now she looked almost… pleased. Excited.

It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it. I can take it. Hopefully.

You ignored the last words, watching as the General kept her eyes trained on your plump thighs. Opening them, she traced it right on the inside of it. Immediately you could tell it was sharp. Too sharp. It was cold against your skin, not as harsh as the table but unforgiving nonetheless. Anticipation rushed through you. Hands clenched within its restraints, the light flickering and flickering, her soft hands on your shoulder, icy metal on your skin, her hand slipping onto your thigh and then….

“ Ngnh!”

Your head pressed into the metal slightly. You’d have been embarrassed by your whimper if it wasn’t for the sudden warm drip down your thigh. Blood, you assumed. You’d been through worse but you still squirmed at the cut now adorned on your skin. She pushed down on your thigh, not fond of your squirming. Then she continued, tracing the blade across your thigh, waiting until your body finally relaxed, stopping itself from that state of bracing. And right when you did, she’d swipe a quick line across your shaky, burning legs. Always between your thighs, always.

It felt like electricity was rushing through you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were being swallowed alive and they had barely done anything. The cuts burned and sent a rush of pain through your nerves and skin. Everytime you looked at Kiramman her face was becoming alive with intoxication. It’s like she couldn’t pull her eyes away, trained on the way your leg wobbled under her General’s hand, how you whimpered lowly, the light trace of blood on the expensive blade. You jolted again, particularly harder this time.

“ Relax. It's just a little cut, you're a big girl.”

It continued like this. You tried your best to stifle the whimpers coming from your mouth. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what they were doing to you. Over and over she painted your thighs with your own crimson, and it hurt. It hurt, it did. And that's all it should be.

But your stomach kept getting that feeling. It burned, like the surface level cuts she gave you. It burned every time her calloused finger swiped across your sliced skin, collecting blood. It burned when she smiled suddenly, as if proud of her work. And it was scalding when you looked up and saw those blue eyes entranced. But it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t…anger. It was something else. Something that made you want to release that feeling in your throat, made you wish she meant something ungodly when she offered relief.

“ What's this?”

Your skin was hot to the touch now, sweaty. Trembling slightly, you looked up at her. For a moment you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was referring to until you traced her eyes. You silently prayed that it wasn’t what you thought. But from the way she asked, you knew.

“ What is it?”

Kiramman asked, curiosity clear in her voice. The older woman smirked, staring down at the wet spot in your panties.

“ It seems her body is more honest than she is. I think our little prisoner likes this. Her panties say so at least.”

Your face burned so hot that it rivaled the sun itself. You considered saying something, protesting and denying it. But what was the point? It did feel good, the burn felt good. And she had the evidence right in front of her. You couldn’t meet either of their gazes, looking to the side in shame. Kiramman laughed, the vibrations reaching you through her touch.

“ I knew it, she was whimpering like a dog. Isn’t that right?”

You shook your head, still refusing to look. But she wasn’t having it, using one of her hands to pull your chin. Even upside down, she looked menacing. She forced eye contact. Her face was rampant with mocking undertones, sadistic glares.

“ Is that why you’ve been so rude? You wanted us to give you a little pain, show you a good time? You really are pathetic.”

“ That’s not tr– n-ngh!”

A stinging pain after a quick slap to your clothed cunt made you whimper louder than anytime the blade touched you. It felt like a live wire tapping your skin, your legs snapping shut. The wet spot in your panties grew, your breathing uneven.

“ Insolence. Tell the truth.”

I can’t. You thought. Telling them that you’d enjoyed it, even a tiny bit, seemed more daunting suddenly than ratting.

“ I’m not ly– f-fuck…”

You weren’t sure if you’d ever be allowed to finish a sentence, her hand opening your legs followed by another slap coming down. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, your face squeezing with pain and pleasure. Kiramman used the hand she never removed to guide you. A smile was now on her lips, wide with genuine amusement.

“ Oh god, did you just… moan? You really are something aren’t you? Is that what it’s going to take? A few more slaps to your cunt and you’ll be blabbering? Or maybe…”

She lowered herself, close enough that her hair brushed against your face. You whined again, another unsuspecting smack from the older woman. You hadn’t even done anything, she just liked the way your panties got damper with each hit. Kiramman almost thanked her for it, relishing in hearing the noise even closer. She whispered to you.

“ If I make you cum enough times you’ll remember something. I bet you’d like that, letting a… what was it that you called me…a topside pig make your cunt cry?”

Finally, you gave way to the ache in your throat. A tear fell down your face suddenly. Another burning sensation forming in your stomach at the feeling of the General toying with the rim of your panties.

“ Please…”

It was quiet, almost matching the decibels of the wind. But you knew she’d heard it. It was obvious from how her grin widened, her eyes looking like ones of a deranged woman.

“ Please what? Please…make me cum? Please…let me go? Please fucking what?”

In this small moment of time, you almost felt like you were watching your dignity physically leave your body. You imagined telling her to let you go, that you didn’t know anything and a few cuts to your legs wasn’t going to change that. And you considered it, over and over. Then something played in your mind, a sick fantasy woven in desperation. In it, you asked her what you really wanted to. And in it they kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, made you finish until you didn’t know how to walk. You considered both. But only one of them made your core ache with desire. Your eyes were even glossier now. Suddenly you were working yourself up for a new kind of courage.

I can take it. I can take it. I can take it.

“ Make me cum please.”

“ Please who?”

I can take it.

“ Please, Kiramman.”

“ That’s it. Finally something coming out of your mouth other than horseshit. But you still need some manners…”

The grip that had left your ears ringing suddenly came back, her pale fingers peeking through your hair. She pulled your head up, forcing you to look at the General. You groaned, arms thrashing slightly, the sting of the metal never relenting.

“ I’m not the only one here. Go ahead, ask General Merdarda too.”

You gritted your teeth. This was already humiliating, and she was just reveling in it. Your legs were already spread, panties damp, dried crimson on your skin, hands bound above your stomach. You’d already asked, multiple times. And now you had to say it again, with a death-like grip on your hair and those hazel eyes peering at you, awaiting.

“ …but I already asked y—“

The slap was even stronger this time , the force of it driving your body insane. Merdarda grinned at you, even laughing a little at the noise you made. Another tear fell down your cheek but Kiramman was quick to wipe it. Right before she licked her finger.

“ But you didn’t ask me.”

If she slapped your cunt again you’d probably start grinding against the table, somehow making you look more pathetic than you do right now. So you gave in.

“ P-Please General Merdarda, will…”

I’m never speaking about this if I get out of here.

“…Will you please make me cum?”

“ Well would you look at that, that’s all you had to say little one. But what do we get in return? Surely you can’t expect us to make you cum with nothing given back.”

“ …But…I already said I don’t know anything.”

Kiramman scoffed.

“ Even after you soak your panties from a little cut, you still have the ability to lie. I’m almost impressed.”

She let your head drop back onto the table.

“ Almost.”

….

For a second you thought she’d kiss them.

At first glance it seemed so, her soft lips trailed over the red raised wounds, her nose spilling cold air on them. You reveled in it, an ember threatening to go a blaze within you. That was until she nipped at it, a hiss leaving your mouth. You couldn’t see her smile but you felt it sweeping across the throbbing skin. You cursed under your breath, the force behind her bite growing more rabid. She slapped the thigh she wasn’t ravaging, quick and harsh.

“ You like that, don’t you?”

There that voice was again, smooth and sultry. You weren’t sure if she was referencing the strike on your leg or her roaming fingers but murmured yes anyway. Yes to all of it. She had your shirt hitched up, breast exposed. Every once and awhile she’d toy with them, trace an outline around your nipple, wait and then pinch. So often though she found herself distracted, your features giving away how desperate you were.

Merdarda found enjoyment in watching your contort every time Kiramman did something to you, anything to you really. You were like a tight coiled spring, threatening to snap at any given moment. It's like every touch has you ready to risk everything. And you learned quickly they were into this a little more than you, mania clear across their faces. You were trembling, Kiramman taking advantage of how sensitive your legs were.

“ C’mere.”

You felt a little dizzy, seeing her lift her head up from between your legs. She grabbed your cuffed hands, pulling you up to meet her face. It all happened so fast and you winced from the strain in your shoulders. She was closer now and it was just now that you noticed the traces of blood on her lips. You hadn’t expected a kiss this time around, but it happened. It wasn’t gentle, if anything it felt like she was trying to cannibalize you with her tongue. Shamefully you pushed against her, sick to your stomach at how good she tasted. Hints of copper on your tastebuds, her wandering hands. She pulled back, being sure to bite your lip before doing so.

“ You taste that? It’s you.”

She dropped her eyes to your thighs, licking over her lips once more. A trance almost seemed to describe the hunger behind her stare, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care either way, you just wanted her to do whatever was on her mind to you and soon.

“ fucking delicious.”

The whispered lust in her voice rivaled the reaction brought out from Medardas heavy hands.

“ You should taste her General. She’s sweeter than that filthy mouth of hers.”

Wordlessly, she captured your lips next. Her movements were more experienced, methodical and you felt as though you melted into her due to it. Ruby lipstick smeared onto you, a groan slipping from her as she made sure to taste everything you had to offer. The metallic tinge on her tongue made her pull in deeper. You whimpered, dizzy from lack of breath and insatiable roaming hands.By the time she pulled away your eyes were low, an unfocused look about you.

“ I wonder if her cunt tastes even better.”

Kiramman smiled sickly to herself, her gapped teeth giving you a warm tinge to your cheek.

“ We’ll know soon enough.”

….

Your wrist were nearly rubbed raw with all the thrashing you were doing. Time and time again you made attempts to close those abused legs of yours, in hopes of protecting your cunt. Unfortunately, Kiramman wasn’t pleased and she slapped it raw until you cried enough apologies. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘can’t be stupid and greedy’. But you somehow continued to be prove to be both, whining endlessly about the torture of her tongue. She never let up though, only unlatching from you to say obscene things or mark up your poor legs.

It seemed the pair held similar views, sick desires. Medarda would litter your neck and breast with purple marks shamelessly. She smelled of some expensive plant you’d never heard of, all you knew was that it made you whimper everytime her skin was pressed onto yours. She’d whisper siren-like words to you, etched in sin, rough kisses between them all. And yet you drank them into your ears like milk and honey.

“ You just came, didn’t you? Nasty girl.”

“ Do you remember anything now, hm?”

“ Don’t be so dramatic, keep your legs open for her.”

“ You must spread yourself open often. You’re a natural.”

“ Your cunts almost as noisy as you, dear.”

And when her tongue wasn’t making you drip onto the table, Kirammans words were just as wicked, if not more. Her posh accent was a coverup for all the nefarious things laced into it. A very, very poor coverup.

“ I said— keep. them. open. Unless you need a second pair of cuffs? … No? Then fucking listen.”

“ Go on, you can cry. I know it feels good. Yes filthy girl…just like that. ”

“ You’ve made a mess. Say you're sorry.”

“ Quit it, you can get a break when you remember something.”

“ Don’t act so sweet now— had quite a lot to say earlier. Isn’t that right?”

This was wrong, every bit of it. There was nothing exactly right about two high ranking officers of Piltover and Noxus eating you alive in the depths of Stillwater. The thought alone should send you running. It should have you drinking hot flashes of anger, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. But it didn’t. It only made you spread your legs wider and beg shamefully for more kisses.

It all felt so good. They felt so good and a redeemable, rational part of you hated that. But every time rationality tried to sink itself into you, Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda were right there to sink into you faster. And by god, they made you feel more full than any morale.

You were so sure you were going to die before. And that thought that hadn’t been removed just yet, except now you thought you’d pass away from all the onslaught orgasms caused by the ravenous women beside and inside you.

“ a—angh! oh god…pl–please”

Kiramman held back a sly smile, seeing the way you twitched, body so sensitive. Her fingers were drenched with you, now gloveless. Initially her signature black gloves dug inside of you but the minute she tasted you she knew she didn’t want it anywhere but on her skin. Quite roughly, she had pulled three orgasms, somehow each one more intense than the last. But that wasn’t enough, not to them. Nothing was enough until those pretty lips whimpered something they could actually report back. And even then she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.

“ Are you going to make a mess again for us?”

Pathetically, you fought back the white of your eyes before looking down at her. She couldn’t help but grip your thighs tighter at your teary face, nodding exhaustingly down at her. Medarda kept you slightly upright, your back arching into her bicep while she sucked on your breast. Honestly she hadn’t a clue how long she’d been at it but by the rate she was going you’d look a fucked out mosaic by the time they were done. She laughed to herself but you knew it was at you. And that fact only made you rut against the table more.

“ This is going to be your fourth one dear. We’re never going to leave this room if you keep being so stubborn.”

She trailed her kisses up your chest. A peck here and a peck there. The slow ascend of her affections compared to the rapid thrust of the others fingers made you bite your lip, the skin pulling between your teeth. By the time she was up to your ear you were practically panting.

“ Or is that what you want? For us to keep making you cry until you can’t anymore?”

They’d never know it and thank god for that but you almost whispered a yes.

Kiramman couldn’t hear what was spoken but she definitely felt it. You clenched around her even harder, a long mewl spilling from you. She creased her blue brows slightly as she sped up her fingers, making sure to never be gentle with that special spot, secretly itching to hear just how loud you could get whenever you came. Her counterpart was just as wanting for it out of you, a more balanced desire about her. Even in spite of the way she pulled you in for another kiss when she heard you sob, “ ‘m s-so close..”

This time Kiramman both felt and heard it, her fingers happily accepting the tight squeeze of you. She latched back onto your clit which was practically begging to be consumed again, if you asked her. Immediately you tensed, using every ounce of self restraint to not slam her cheeks with your legs. It also got devastatingly hard to keep up with Medarda’s mouth, she pressed into you like she forgot you needed air, like you only needed them. And as the coil in your belly grew and the sloppy sounds of her eating away filled the room, you did need them.

A muffled moan ricocheted into Merdarda and she invited it wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, you used your bound hands to grab at her hand groping you. You squeezed it the second you felt Kiramman offer a grunt inside of your cunt. She licked you like she was rabid, lost in whatever drugs your pussy clearly had laced in it. Merdarda found it all so nasty, so amusing. Seeing the renowned Caitlyn Kiramman so cruel but so feral, and you with your slick mouth gone and lips swollen, made her clench around nothing.

Even if nobody in the room spoke it, you were all enjoying this ‘interrogation’ a little too much. That manic laughter that constantly filled Kirammans head, those stupid pigtails and flashy gadgets, had even subsided for a moment. She still wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off her face, but the way the tears journeyed down your face so easily made her want something more.

Right now all she wanted was for you to cum on her face, and she nearly keeled over when she finally heard you sing that song for her. A moan that could only be replicated in the best whorehouses of Zaun left you. The pair both smiled the moment they heard you whimper what they already knew.

“ i th—‘m gonn—“

You could barely manage a single word, back practically ingraining itself in her arm the way you arched over it.

“ Let it out, make a mess.”

Your body truly was more honest than you and clearly obedient because the second she said it you did. Your self restraint abandoned you, left you on that table shaking and crying. Your bruised legs kissed her cheeks (not so gently) as she ate and thrusted at the same pace she did before, never letting up. Even with your legs shaking and around her she just drove in deeper. The pleasure slipped into overdrive making you shake your head, trying your best to pull away, use your hands, anything to make her stop. But Merdarda snatched your cuffed hands.

“ kira—kirammannn!”

Wow, that’s the only time she’s heard her last name and wanted to hear it more. But she ignored you, knowing you were begging for her to stop. By now your legs had dropped, too weak to hold up. Your whole body practically vibrated as you lost your breath. Maybe it was the burning sensation ripping through you or the cotton in your head but you stupidly turned your head to look up at Medarda.

“ help…me…gonna fu— die!”

First she looked at you, toyed with your nipple as your hands fought against hers. So pretty and so pathetic, she thought. Then looked down at Kiramman, whose eyes now opened and met hers. An amused glint was in her blue tinted stare and suddenly Medarda couldn’t think of a single reason she’d help you.

“ She’s eating child, don’t be so rude. Have some manners.”

She was looking at you when she said it, but from the mockery in her tone you knew it was meant for more than just you. And it was confirmed when a smile traced itself onto your throbbing cunt. But it quickly went away. She was eating after all.

“ i canttt! pleasee!”

Kiramman didn’t stop until you went silent, unable to speak, inconsistent babbles of nonsense here and there. You weren’t even shaking now, just twitching and breathing like the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. When she finally got up from between your legs she couldn’t help herself and gave two quick bites. A strangle mix of a hiss and moan could be heard as you watched her stand. She lifted her fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside.

You expected her to be rough and jam them down your throat but to your surprise she simply swirled them around your mouth. Despite that voice in your head you sucked at them tiredly hoping to please them. And pleased they were. They both watched as you weakly licked her fingers clean. By the time she pulled away they both knew that previous orgasm just couldn’t be the last.

“ Do you remember anything now?”

You were fucked out, but not that fucked out.

“…no”

Thank god, they both thought in unison.

“ I guess it’s my turn then.”

…

BONUS

Kiramman walked with pure candor on her face. She heard the whispers as she walked past but she ignored them. What was the point in entertaining fools? Besides, the moment her eyes met theirs they always went silent. Always. Today hadn’t been the best day for her. Most days weren’t, hunting for that psycho and her friends wasn’t an easy job or a fun one. But she wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Well…maybe someone else…

“ Don’t let anyone in.”

The guard nodded dutifully.

By the time she reached the room, she was already imagining her sweet song. She didn’t have to wait long to hear it in person because it was practically blasting throughout the room the moment the door opened. She closed the door behind her, smiling deviously as she placed her heavy cape onto the chair.

“ She’s even wetter today, if you can believe it.”

She laughed softly, “ Oh I can believe it. How many has she got so far?”

“ Just two. Don’t worry, you didn’t take too long.”

“ God, I know. I got caught up with that fool Salo.”

Medarda laughed now, knowing all too well how annoying he could be.

“ medardaaa”

Your toes curled, struggling to handle the two large fingers inside of you. Both were devastatingly skilled with their fingers but hers were undoubtedly bigger. Way bigger. And if the size wasn’t agonizing enough, she was hitting that spot over and over. This time your hands were free, and you used them to grip her bicep.

Suddenly your throat had a new necklace. Not a very nice one. She squeezed her free hand around your throat, speeding her fingers. Clearly she wasn’t a fan of your interruption, despite the way her cunt ached when she heard her name in such a filthy way.

“ Can’t you see us talking? And you didn’t even greet your Commander. She came all this way to see you.”

You thought you were going to pass out, the squelching sounds and sultry insults becoming distant. Your mind and body gave into her once the resisting clearly wasn’t doing anything. And you loved it. Each filthy posh coated word, lingering touch, rushed collided lips left you undone. The strength behind their hands made you want to never be without it. And for the past two weeks it continued to, leaving you right here in this room on this desk, unable to breath, only able to cry and spread your legs wider.

Medarda let go, allowing Kiramman to finally slip beside you. As much as she loved the song you offered, she wanted your lips. You gasped into her, them giving you no time to actually catch a breath between the transfer. Lightheaded, you still pushed against her, wetness dripping from your face to hers. She pulled away, licked the rogue tear from the corner of your mouth.

By the time she was looking at you, you were heaving, clasping onto her bicep instead of Medardas now. She watched with such marvel as your face contorted into those beautiful expressions, such a drastic difference from the stupid girl she interrogated. Logically she knew she couldn’t call what all of you were doing an interrogation. So she opted to saying ‘some investigating work’ the few times someone inquired about her abrupt departures. It wasn’t a complete lie, her and Medarda were investigating something every couple of days. your cunt

Her gaze traced to the brown fingers moving in and out of you, then to glisten on her General's hand and finally to your thighs. They were healing nicely. Unfortunately for her they wouldn’t leave a scar according to the doctor she took you to. She almost frowned at the thought.

But then she heard you whisper a quick, “ h-hi Kiramman…”

She smiled at you, a warm thought coming to her.

“ Hi, filthy girl.”

We’ll make sure they scar next time.

P.s. They had the officers who beat you killed 😜

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ailesswhumptober · 11 months ago

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Prompts for AI-less Whumptober 2024

As promised, we're bringing you the official prompt list of AI-less Whumptober 2024 today!

We have 31 days of excellent whump prompts, with three prompts per day to pick from, fun themes, and 10 alt prompts to play around with. We hope you enjoy! Additional info + plain text versions of the prompts can be found under the cut.

FAQ and Rules

What sort of content can I create for this event?

You can create whatever you want (fic, art, edits, etc). Any fandom is allowed, as well as OC stuff. NSFW is allowed, but please tag your content accordingly! The only thing not allowed is AI-generated content.

Do I need to make 31 things to participate?

Oh heavens no! You can make as much or as little content as you like, skip days when desired, or combine prompts (so for example, write something that covers a prompt from day 1, 2, AND 3). You don't have to do the days in order either, go wild! To be considered a 'completionist', you only have to make sure that at the end of the month, you've covered 31 prompts from 31 different days, but whether you do that in 31 works or just 1 is up to you.

What are these alts about?

If none of the three prompts of a particular day are your cup of tea, you can swap them out for an alt prompt of your choice.

What are these themes about?

Just a little bit of extra fun for the mods. Like last year, we'll be handing out various badges for people participating in the event. A full list can be found here, perhaps there is a special badge or two for people who can't be completionists but who do manage to finish every single day of a specific theme ;)

How do I tag and is there an AO3 collection?

It suffices to tag your work with #ailesswhumptober for us to see and reblog it! Please also tag nsfw, since we'll be using that tag too. Tagging the day is optional but does help the mods along.

There is an AO3 collection to add your fics to here.

That should be all. If you have any additional questions, check our pinned or hit us up in the ask box. Or join our discord maybe, whumping can be a great group activity!

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Plain text versions of the prompts:

October 1 - Torture Tuesday

public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

October 2 - Whumperless Wednesday

Unfortunate fall, car accident, “Don’t move. You’ll be okay.”

October 3 - Trauma Thursday

Shared trauma, survivor’s guilt, “It’s not your fault.”

October 4 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Painful transformation, non-consensual body modifications, “You’re a monster.”

October 5 - Sensory Saturday

Overstimulation, migraines, “I can’t take this anymore.”

October 6 - Surprise Sunday

Multiple whumpees, self sacrifice, “I’m the only one who can do this.”

October 7 - Medical Monday

Field medicine, running out of supplies, “Hold on, we’re going to have to improvise.”

October 8 - Torture Tuesday

Rope burns, gagged, “You’re so much prettier this way.”

October 9 - Whumperless Wednesday

Hypothermia, heatstroke, “You look pretty pale.”

October 10 - Trauma Thursday

Self worth issues, pushing away a loved one, “You don't need to earn this.”

October 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”

October 12 - Sensory Saturday

Isolation, sensory deprivation, “Can you feel me? I’m right here, whumpee.”

October 13 - Surprise Sunday

Whumpee using themself as bait, defiance, “Take me instead.”

October 14 - Medical Monday

Seizures, concussion, “See if you can follow my finger with your eyes.”

October 15 - Torture Tuesday

Waterboarding, removing body parts, “Don’t break down on me yet.”

October 16 - Whumperless Wednesday

Drowning, hostile environment, “I don’t know how anybody could survive that.”

October 17 - Trauma Thursday

Abandonment, misunderstanding, “Why did I even think you cared?”

October 18 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Mind control, possession, “Everybody will end up despising you.”

October 19 - Sensory Saturday

Disassociation, losing a sense, “I wish I could get you back.”

October 20 - Surprise Sunday

Enemy/Stranger to caretaker, accidental de-aging, “I’m absolutely not qualified for this shit.”

October 21 - Medical Monday

Drugged, ambulance ride, “This will make you feel better, okay?”

October 22 - Torture Tuesday

Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.” October 23 - Whumperless Wednesday

Fever, passing out, “Hey?! Stay with me, okay?!”

October 24 - Trauma Thursday

Deconditioning, relapse, “It’s normal that you need more time.”

October 25 - Fright/Freaky Friday

Humiliation, betrayal, “How could you?!”

October 26 - Sensory Saturday

Electrocution, burning, “This is going to sting.”

October 27 - Surprise Sunday

Before vs after, Alternate universe, “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

October 28 - Medical Monday

Internal bleeding, needles and stitches, “I didn’t think the wound was that bad…”

October 29 - Torture Tuesday

Ownership, branding, “Everybody will know that you’re mine.”

October 30 - Whumperless Wednesday

Poison, delirium, “You’re not making sense.”

October 31 - Trauma Thursday

Panic attack, facing a phobia, “You need to get out of here!”

Alt prompts:

1) Pistol whipped

2) Co-dependency

3) Animal bite

4) Zombies

5) White room torture

6) Shock collar

7) Pulling teeth

8) Kidnapping

9) “You always make everything worse!”

10) “If you weren’t around, I’d be long dead by now...”

#whumptober 2024 #whumptober #ailesswhumptober2024 #whump prompt #whump event

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thatstrangegiiirrlll · 17 days ago

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Cram Session

Yeon Sieun x Female reader

Genre: Smut

A/N: Just a quick heads up — I do not write about underage characters. If a character is under 18 in their original movie or show, I age them up to 18+ and place them in a setting where they are fully matured. I also do not write for underage actors, celebrities, or public figures.

For example: the actor who plays Yeon Si-eun is 25 years old in real life, though he portrays a teenager in the show. If Park Ji-hoon were an actual minor, I would not be writing about him, period.

This is just a note for future reference for anyone who may want to send prompts once my requests reopen — please keep these boundaries in mind.

Thank you so much for understanding and for reading!

🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋

Synopsis: Si-eun has been studious his whole life— incredibly devoted. He is an overachiever in everything that he does. At 20 years old, you’re his first serious girlfriend. And as an overachiever, he wants to ace all your tests and get you just right. But today he’s feeling the pressure and who better to help him release it than you?

“Yes?” he says into the phone, the hasty reply betraying the fact that you caught him mid-mode — earphones in, the outside world tuned out.

You already know how he gets like this.

But you don’t care.

That’s not the version of him you want right now.

“Could you at least pretend to be happy to hear your girlfriend’s voice?” you tease, your tone playful but lightly wounded.

There’s a sigh on the other end — a soft mix of guilt and surrender.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice gentler now, warmer. “I’m always happy to hear from you.”

The apology makes you smile, the hurt forgotten.

“That’s more like it. Are you home or on campus?”

“Home,” he answers, and you hear the familiar squeak of his old desk chair as he leans back.

“Wanna come over?”

That’s all it takes.

You’re already halfway to his apartment before he can even hang up.

You punch in the door code — the one he gave you weeks ago, a little milestone you still secretly cherish — and slip inside. You peel off your shoes, hang your jacket up—

—and nearly jump out of your skin.

Sieun is right there, standing inches from you, his nose almost brushing yours.

Holy fuck.

Your heart leaps into your throat as you let out a startled, breathless laugh.

“Sieun,” you say, voice shaky with adrenaline. “You scared me…”

He doesn’t flinch. Just looks at you with that unreadable expression — the one you’ve slowly learned is never blank at all, but layered with meanings you’re still learning to decode.

You tilt your head, quirking an eyebrow. “Is everything alri—”

Before you can finish, he lifts you off the ground in one swift, fluid motion.

You gasp out his name, clutching his shoulders, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

You barely have time to process the closeness before his mouth finds yours — urgent, hungry.

Your eyes flutter closed, melting into the kiss.

He pulls back just slightly, breath brushing your lips.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

You let out a helpless laugh, pinching his cheek affectionately. “Hi, you weirdo.”

You wouldn’t trade it for anything.

He carries you into the bedroom like you weigh nothing, setting you down on the edge of the bed. You stare up at him, wide-eyed and patient, already feeling the electric pull between you.

He glances over his shoulder at the cluttered desk — books, notes, open tabs — and sighs.

“I’m stressed.”

You know that code by now.

You know exactly what’s about to happen.

And you’re more than ready for it.

You rise from the bed, striding toward him with slow, deliberate steps, peeling your clothes off piece by piece — never once breaking eye contact.

By the time you’re down to just your panties, Sieun’s hands are already on you, gripping your wrists, pulling you sharply to him. You gasp, heart skipping.

He turns you around, running a firm hand down the arch of your back.

A full-body shiver racks you at the contact.

The tension in the room is thick, nearly suffocating, as you wait for his next move.

He kneels behind you, his hands grasping your ass before landing a sharp slap that echoes through the room.

You whimper — more pleasure than pain — back arching instinctively.

He takes his time peeling your panties down, savoring every moment.

“Fuck,” he growls low in his throat, watching your arousal trail down your thighs.

He stands and places you gently onto your stomach, your hips propped up just the way he likes.

Another slap.

Both cheeks jiggle beautifully under his hands.

You hiss through your teeth, a delicious sting warming your skin — and then gasp when you feel his tongue.

He licks you thoroughly, teasing between your pussy and ass with maddening skill.

Slow, fast, soft, hard — his mouth never stopping, never relenting.

It’s too much.

You cum once.

And then again.

Your legs tremble violently, body sagging into the bed as you lose the strength to hold yourself up.

But he’s nowhere near done.

He presses kisses up your spine, his mouth tender now as he undresses himself.

You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s lifting you again — strong hands beneath your thighs, positioning you just right.

He pushes inside you slowly, carefully, stretching you with unbearable sweetness.

You clutch onto him, your body shuddering against his chest.

“Hold on,” he whispers against your skin, voice rich and low.

You do.

God, you do.

His hands grip your thighs possessively as he begins to thrust, starting slow, savoring it — then building faster, deeper, harder.

Every thick, wet stroke drives the air from your lungs, drives thought from your mind.

You blink up at him — his flushed face, the dark hunger in his bloodshot eyes — and feel a helpless wave of butterflies erupt in your chest.

His breath hitches, hot against your mouth, his brows knitted in pure concentration.

He adjusts his hold on you, fucking up into you with brutal precision — your ass bouncing in his hands, the messy, frantic slap of bodies filling the room.

You’re clawing at his back now, nails scraping skin, desperate for somewhere to put the overwhelming sensation.

His cock angles just right — hitting your sweet spot with cruel consistency.

You cum again — violently, uncontrollably — crying out as your body clamps down hard around him.

Sieun groans low in his throat, staggering as you milk him for everything he’s got.

He lets out a small, broken whimper — his tell — right before he bursts inside you, spilling deep, deep, deep.

You kiss him through it, swallowing his ragged, muffled moans.

When it’s over, he collapses onto the bed with you still straddling him, still connected.

“Thank you,” he breathes, his hand lazily smoothing down your back.

You smile sleepily, kissing his cheek.

Happy. Satisfied. Yours.

When you finally lift yourself off him, his cock slips free with a wet, obscene pop that makes you both shiver.

You glance down at the mess between your thighs, at the proof of just how deep he had been, and sigh contentedly.

It’s the perfect ending to the perfect ride.

🤍

I’m back and I’m better, lovessss! Breaking my Tumblr fast with some nice, steamy smut for you all. 🥰

I truly hope this wasn’t too out of character for Sieun — your feedback is always welcome!

Hope you missed me. I missed you!

— Ash <3

#weak hero class one #weak hero x reader #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #yeon sieun #smut #wanna one #park jihoon

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vixensbrainrotts · 1 year ago

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TR men reacting to little kids wooing you

Content: reactions

Tropes: established relationship

Warnings: none (lmk if im wrong)

Summary: A little boy, perhaps four or five of age comes waddling over to you two whilst you're out on a date together and offers you a flower, confessing his spontaneous love for you. How does your man react to that?

Vixen’s two cents: hi! This has been sitting in my drafts forever so i need to get it out cause it’s collecting cobwebs. It’s sort of a random idea but whatever, i found it entertaining. Also im editing this in the car and its giving me a stroke why is the road so fucking uneven? If you have any ideas for me to write please please please my requests ans messages are open! Yeah, let me know if there are any other characters that fit those types and enjoy!

(Takemichi, Chifuyu, Souya, Hakkai, Shinichiro, Sanzu (I don’t care what anyone says. Shy Sanzu is forever on my agenda), Inui)

Nearly deceased type, it took him so long to get you. How HOW is this little ass kid wooing you better than he could ever dream of? What the actual fuck was happening? He couldn’t believe his eyes when that actual toddler came up to you with a flower, the stem freshly plucked, and a glimmer in the kid‘s hopeful eyes. The boy had almost serenaded you the way he sang praises to you: „excuse me miss, you’re really pretty! Would you accept my flower please?“. And what was even more unbelievable, was when you giggled and accepted the flower giddily. Then the little boy crossed the line: „can I have a kiss in return Miss?“. And you did. You pecked the cheek of the boy meek two minutes after meeting him! Unbelievable! It took him 3 dates to even hold your hand. Outrizzed by a five year old.

(Nahoya, Mikey, Baji)

Ready to fight the kid. He's deadass about it too, rolling up his sleeves and cracking his knuckels and snapping the kinks in his neck, looking menacingly at that poor little boy. He doesn't care that this may be the kid's first crush, he'll crush him in return. You were his damnit and he was gonna prove it to anyone who tried him. Kids included. When you pull at his arm though, prompting him to calm down, he stops a little. What do you mean you dont want him to establish his dominance? He's genuinely stumped and just kinda stares at you for a second, watching you intensely as you lean down to the boy, whispering something in his little ear and taking the flower from him. The boy giggles at you, his former horror dissipated, instead replaced with a furious blush that spread all the way down his neck and up his ears. He blew you a kiss before skipping away, giddily going back to whatever he was doing beforehand. Your boyfriend turns you around by the shoulders immediately and gives you a harmless glare. “What the fuck was that about?” But he doesn’t get a response, as you just wrap your arms around him and laugh. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous!” Well… that wasnt the answer he was looking for but he’ll take it.

(Ran, Shion, Draken, Benkei, Wakasa)

Sitting back and watching the show. He finds the little kids advances hilarious and will gladly watch the little shrimp try to win you over whilst you’re trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. “So sweets, how old are you anyway?” The boy asks you with a smirk on his face. “Too old for you.” You answer incredulously, just about ready to cry from laughter. “No no no baby, no one has to know! It can just be between the two of us and that’s fineeee!” He draws out the syllables and leans one elbow on table you and your boyfriend are sitting at. Your boyfriend all the while has probably pulled out a phone, discreetly filming the whole thing whilst leaning back and hiding his tears. You shoot both boys an amused look and then answer the awaiting kid. “Come back to me in a few years and maybe we can arrange something, yeah?” The little kids eyes widen as he looks at you with a determined smile. “Yes! You won’t regret it! And I’ll beat up your wannabe boyfie over here once I’m strong enough too!” He exclaims and runs off leaving you howling in laughter and your boyfriend, who is suddenly enraged by a child, fumes silently, sending daggers across the room. “Relax baby.” You reach a hand over the table to hold his, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Don’t touch me.” He hisses and puts the phone down, crossing his arms in fake offense.

(Hanma, Kokonoi, Izana, Rindou)

The false hope typa guy. In this case, the boy made the mistake of coming up to HIM and innocently asking for your name. “Why, you like what you see?” Your boyfriend uses language much too mature for the little kid, but he gets a timid response of “yeah, she’s real pretty..” nevertheless. Your boyfriend chuckles and pats him on the shoulder. “I say go for it, I’m sure you’ve got a chance with her!” The little boy has wide eyes and an open mouth “Really? You sure she doesn’t have some super big ‘n scary boyfriend?” He has to suppress laughter when he answers. “I’m sure she doesn’t, go talk to her, ask her for her name and tell her that I said hi too.” And with that, he’s sent the kid on his way. Your boyfriend watches him shyly go up to you and pat your leg slightly to get your attention. He watches you smile down at the little boy and talk to him, your eyes widening and laughing when you exchange a few words with the kid. When he sees fit, he comes stalking over to the two of you and wraps his arm around your waist and smirks at the kid. “Hey there.” You greet your boyfriend and turn to look at him. “Have you met—“ he guesses that you’re about to introduce him to the little boy but he doesn’t care to listen, and leans down to shush your lips with a long, over-the-top kiss, even going as far as to cracking one eye open to look at the little boys horrified face before finally pulling away. You’re a little dazed and very confused when you look down and find your little admirer gone. You throw your boyfriend an accusing look but he only raises his hands in surrender, claiming innocent with a smug smile on his face.

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grandline-fics · 7 months ago

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Hi!!! I LOVED the unconscious one and I was wondering if you could do a version of that with Law and Sanji?

DESCRIPTION: When you suddenly lose consciousness

WARNINGS: descriptions of fainting/ falling asleep. fluff

CHARACTERS: Law, Sanji, Ace | Luffy, Zoro | Sabo, Killer, Marco

WORDS: 1824

A/N: Thank you for this request! Someone else also requested this prompt so I doubled up the characters. I hope you like what I came up with for this one.

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

DIRECTORY | PROMPT LIST

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LAW

You understood Law’s unstoppable need to further his already extensive and impressive medical skills. Every island was researched thoroughly, including the kinds of herbs and other plants that were native to there to use in future medicines he could make. When he ventured to his own lab after an island visit with the newest additions you knew he’d be shut inside for hours on end until he’d found every possible use and countermeasure for his research in the event that anything turned out to be poisonous or bring about negative side affects.

When night had fallen and there was still no sign of movement or sound of activity from his lab, you volunteered to go and fetch your Captain for dinner. You knew he hadn’t eaten anything since the breakfast you’d all shared together but even then it hadn’t been much given how fast he wanted to dock at the island. Leaning against the cold steel wall of the Tang you lightly knocked on the lab door, listening to the dull echo from inside. Thankfully a more human sound followed, footsteps but he never opened the door. “Captain? It’s time to eat and don’t say you’re not hungry because we both know you haven’t eaten much today.”

“I’ve eaten enough.” Law’s muffled reply came and you scoffed.

“Okay so if I ate what you’d consumed today and then skipped dinner you’d say…?”

“That’s not the point.” You smirked at the grumbled reply, knowing that was the most out of him by means of admitting he wasn’t looking after himself.

“If I bring you a plate of food will you eat it?” You asked, knowing you had to compromise with him on days like these.

“Fine…” For someone so serious and in charge all the time, Law really could become a grumpy child at times. Laughing softly you went to the kitchen to grab a plate of food for him. Your plan had been to hand him the food and then return to the dining hall and eat with the others so Law could continue with his work in solitude. Since he knew you were coming back you knocked once on the door and continued inside, not needing to wait.

However the second you did you were hit with the overwhelming strength of the smell of Law’s different experiments with the plants. One second your vision was clearly on his face, the next it was blurring and you were swaying and toppling over, the plate dropping from your hands. Law saw it happen in slow motion. Immediately he activated his room ability and had you safely in his arms while what would have been his dinner smashed on the ground. Law looked at you and let out a slow sigh. He hadn’t expected that kind of reaction and made a mental note to write down this new outcome from the combination of the plants but that would have to wait. Shifting you so you were held more comfortably in his hold he carried you out of the lab and to his room so you were away from the fumes that caused this in the first place and somewhere you could rest peacefully. You were the priority and he refused to let you out of his sight or hold until you woke up.

SANJI

Another day on the Sunny, another day of typical chaos and noise. By now you were used to it to the point that if things were peaceful for too long you’d be concerned. On today’s schedule of activity Sanji and Zoro were bickering as usual in the build up to lunch time. Franky and Usopp were working on their own separate weapon modifications. When Usopp proudly announced that now his Kabuto was even more improved that practically anyone could use it Luffy loudly demanded to try it out, springing it up from his perch on Sunny’s head. After a lot of back and forth, Usopp gave in to his Captain’s whims and reluctantly handing Kabuto over along with his more harmless ammunition pellets.

Luffy being in charge of the weapon managed to grab everyone’s attention, even halting Sanji and Zoro’s routine brawl. Even with Usopp’s assurances that everything would be safe, you knew better than to doubt Luffy’s ability to cause trouble even with little to no outside influence. To be on the safe side you abandoned your comfy place on the deck to observe from the kitchen, believing that being in an entirely different room was your best option. Watching in amusement you saw Luffy mostly strike poses with Usopp’s weapon before actually trying to use it and the safe ammunition he’d been given to play with. Then Luffy pulled back the pouch, wondering how far it would go with his added stretching ability.

However this was something Usopp had never taken into account and when Luffy pulled beyond the strain the weapon was capable of, one of the elastic cables snapped. Not expecting it, Luffy released the weapon and toppled over as the pellet sailed through the air and directly into the kitchen. You didn’t have time to dodge and the tiny blue pellet connected against your shoulder, bursting into a small cloud of smoke. All it took was a small breath and it overcame your senses completely, sending your already unconscious body to the floor.

Sanji was the first to drop to your side with Chopped quickly behind him. While Chopper checked you over Sanji began yelling at Luffy for being so stupid and at Usopp for being even more idiotic that the Captain by allowing this to even happen. “You better not have harmed a hair on their head or I’m not feeding either of you morons for a week!”

“I promise they’ll wake up!” Usopp insisted while grabbing Luffy to stop him from launching himself at your sleeping form to try and wake you with force at Sanji’s threat of no food. “It’ll just…take a little while.”

“What do you mean a little while!?” Sanji demanded with a glare, his anger faltering when in your sleep you rolled onto your side and relaxed closer beside Sanji, subconsciously seeking the warmth of his hand that was protectively laid on your arm. As reassuring as it was to see you seemed okay and merely sleeping soundly you were still in this situation because of his stupid crewmate and Captain. Quickly he looked to the sniper for his explanation, his anger returning in force.

“W-well I made those sleep stars to ensure whoever we used them against wouldn’t wake up right away and give us all enough time to make our escape if we needed them.”

“How long Usopp?!”

“A few hours at least.” At that revelation and the look of murder in Sanji’s eyes both Usopp and Luffy fled, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Even that didn’t rouse you. Chopper reassured Sanji that you would be okay and also left. With a small sigh, Sanji gathered you into his arms and carried you to the sofa against the wall so you could sleep comfortably while he cooked and could keep a close eye on you at the same time.

ACE

Ace took Whitebeard’s belief that everyone on the ship was a family to heart. As commander of the second division he knew the responsibility on his shoulders to ensure everyone under his command was protected and safe. Did he pay you a little extra attention and ensure you were protected and happy and safe first before the others? Maybe but he couldn’t help it. You were so easy to talk to and work along side. You made his days better and he always had a smile on his face when he was near you. Every morning he woke and would make his way to share breakfast with the crew, his spot at the table almost always either beside or opposite you. So long as you were in range to talk to that was all that mattered.

On this adventure on the winter island, Ace kept a close eye on you. While he could just boost the internal heat of his devil fruit so he couldn’t feel the cold you were left to huddle closer into your thick coat and layers when a surge of bitter wind cut through the air. You suppressed the constant urge to shiver and focused your mind on thinking of other things all the while trying to avoid looking Ace’s way otherwise you would only become increasingly jealous each time you saw how unaffected he was by the snow and cold. He was getting to truly enjoy the beauty of the island and all it had to offer. You wanted to step closer to your division commander but you resisted, not wanting him to think you were only doing so to make use of his body heat. On that principle you held back a little more than you normally would and suffered the cold.

Every step seemed to sap your strength. Even with all of your resilience and training, the walk through the elements like this always took its toll. Ace glanced back when your footing slipped for the third time in twenty minutes and saw the exhaustion clear in your face. The dropping temperature from you both trudging through a shaded area and the day dragging on wasn’t a good combination. “Hey let’s stop for a while, catch our breath?”

“Ace, you don’t need a break.” You protested with a small huff, rubbing your arms as you tried not to get too close to Ace now that he’d stopped. The second you felt his body heat, the second you’d all but give in to his suggestion.

“Sure I do.” Ace grinned at you, offering you his winning smile, the one that could convince you to do anything. “C’mon please? Feel like you’ve been avoiding me. I don’t stink do I?”

“Oh that’s playing dirty.” You lectured with a small pout. “You know I’m not avoiding you.”

“Prove it.” Ace’s smile broadened into a grin and held out his arms to gesture you to finally come closer. Knowing you didn’t have the energy to resist Ace watched you finally close the distance. When you were in touching distance Ace slung an arm around your shoulder in a light embrace. “There we go! Geez you’re freezing!”

You weren’t even listening to Ace’s comment. The second you were in the warmth your body began to relax and your heavy limbs finally felt lighter. Your eyes began to droop and you let out a long yawn, pressing your head against Ace’s body. Before you knew it Ace had stooped down and lifted you to settle onto his back. He let out a soft laugh at the feeling of your body completely relaxing and sound of your breath evening out. You’d already passed out. “You rest up back there. We’ll be at the town soon.”

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