#i knew they did a drip marketing move

[herri-writes]

i am fucking weak

[littlest-w01f]

Moonlight

"Spectrophilia" with:

Azriel x Reader

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Summary: No one sees him, no one feels him but you, and your mate is quite a jealous male over those who you can see

Cw: A little exhibition, public/semi public sex, fingering, groping, spanking, jealous Azriel, Smut 18+ MDNI

You felt an invisible presence brush against your skin as you walked through the crowded market square, sending shivers down your spine. She knew he was there, watching her every move with hungry eyes even if no one else could perceive his existence. your mysterious mate had always been possessive, his jealousy flaring whenever another male dared to look your way.

And you did like playing with him, As if on cue, a handsome vendor beckoned you over, flashing a charming smile. You returned the gesture politely before quickly averting your eyes, not wanting to provoke your unseen lover's wrath. Who you knew was always watching, you acted innocently, you did enjoy his jealousy, how he would touch you right in front of the males or females he deemed were flirting with you. How he would start pleasuring you randomly, to show you that you only belonged to him.

The crowd around you seemed oblivious to the tension between you and your unseen mate. His possessiveness was palpable, almost tangible. But you enjoyed this dance of cat and mouse, the thrill of teasing him, knowing he'd soon claim you as his own.

As you moved through the bustling market, the scent of fresh fruit mingled with the musky aroma wafting off you, the scent of night chilled mist belonging to your mate. A tantalizing blend of spices filled the air as vendors hawked their wares, but all you could focus on was the unspoken promise of pleasure awaited.

Your playful banter with the vendor drew a few chuckles from you, but you barely cared. Your heart raced at the thought of provoking your jealous mate further. The vendor's hands lingered a bit too long on the ripe peaches he offered.

You froze when you felt scared hands on your hips, pinching and groping you, your ghostly mate's voice a growl, "You're mine... y/n." Azriel trailed hot kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive flesh. "I won't share what's mine," he growled, his breath hot against your skin. "Not even for a moment."

Only you heard him, nodding along to the vendor quickly, making payment as you felt Azriel's phantom scarred hands slip through your skirt, not being restricted by fabric, caressing your inner thighs. His touch sent electric jolts straight to your core, making you squirm with need. The vendor's words faded into background noise as Azriel's digits brushed against your soaked folds directly.

"You're dripping wet already, my little tease," he purred, rubbing slow circles over your aching clit. "So eager for me to fill this greedy cunt." His other hand crept up to cup your breast, kneading the supple flesh through your bluse.

You bit back a moan, glad the gown you wore was of thick fabric so the way he felt up your body didn't show, your knees weakening under the dual assault of his skilful fingers and sinful mouth on your neck. Azriel pinched your nipple hard enough to make you gasp, drawing curious looks from nearby shoppers.

"Oh would you look at the time," You used as a cover-up, adjusting your rather modest dress as Azriel played with your body, unseen by everyone. "Please, pack my fruits faster. I should head home."

Azriel chuckled darkly, his touch becoming more insistent as he squeezed your breast harder, twisting your nipple mercilessly, wanting you to make more noise as he bit on your neck. He groaned softly at the warm, wet welcome he found around your cunt. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and ready for me," he hissed. "How do you stand being out here without me inside you?"

With practised ease, he slipped a finger inside your clenching walls, curling it upwards to hit that sweet spot that made you whimper and writhe, but you bit your lips to stay quiet.

With your items packed, you quickly made your way into the alleys, but Azriel pinned you in the nearby one, his phantom weight bearing down on you, your back pressed against the wall.

"Going somewhere?" Azriel asked huskily, his voice echoing in your ears. His spectral form pressed against your back, trapping you between him and the rough stone wall of the alley. One large hand slid up to wrap loosely around your throat while the other continued its relentless assault on your dripping cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you right here where anyone could walk by and see what a desperate slut you are for me," he promised darkly. Two thick fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt, pumping roughly. "I bet you wish they could see you getting split open on my cock."

He scissored his fingers, stretching you deliciously, his thumb grinding mercilessly against your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips, riding his hand shamelessly as obscene wet sounds filled the narrow space.

"Az-" You cover your mouth with your hands, feeling yourself float as he holds you up in the air, unable to see him.

"That's it, cum on my fingers like the dirty girl you are," He commanded. "Then I'm going to bend you over and stuff your cunt full of my cock until you scream." His filthy promises only inflamed your arousal higher, your cunt gushing freely to coat his phantom fingers. He circled your clit rapidly, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you hurtling over the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a tidal wave, your vision blurring as Azriel's name tore from your lips in a silent scream. Your cunt spasmed wildly around his thrusting fingers, gushing clear fluid that ran down your thighs. He hummed in approval, then spun you around to face the alley wall, yanking your skirts up around your waist, ripping apart your lace. The cool air hit your drenched folds.

A sharp smack echoed off the close walls as Azriel's palm connected with your tender cunt. The sudden sting morphed into molten heat, making you gasp and arch your back instinctively. Before you could catch your breath, another stinging slap landed, followed by another and another until your abused flesh was bright red and pulsing with need.

You were crying with every spank, "A vendor..." Azriel scoffed, "Really?" He landed another, "To make me jealous? Me? Your mate who can have you whenever and no one else will know..."

Each punishing spank sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, intensifying your arousal tenfold. Despite the harsh treatment, you couldn't help but grind your hips back against him, seeking more contact.

"Is this what you wanted?" Azriel demanded, smacking your quivering ass once more. "For me to fuck you raw in public? To leave my mark all over your perfect little body?" He leaned closer, his hot breath fanning over your earlobe. "Tell me how much you want it."

His hand left your heated flesh only briefly before returning with something far larger and thicker than his fingers. His cockhead probed at your entrance teasingly before pushing past the initial resistance, stretching you wide to accommodate his size.

"Oh- fuckfuck- ugh-" You babbled on, shaking under the stretch of his cock. The stretch too filling. The sensation of being filled so completely had you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

"Fuck yes," Azriel grunted, pushing deeper until he was balls deep inside you. He paused momentarily, allowing both of you to adjust to the new sensation before beginning to move.

His hips snapped forward, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back into you, burying himself to the hilt within your dripping cunt. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed loudly in the confined space, punctuated by your muffled cries and moans.

Each thrust drove him deeper, hitting spots inside you that made your vision blur again. Azriel's hands gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements perfectly to meet each of his powerful strokes.

The ground was slightly wet from the rain that had covered Velaris a few hours ago, the night moon high, still covered with dark clouds, you moaned louder seeing your reflection in the puddles, you were bend over, a thighs wet with an invisible force thrusting into you.

His thrusts became erratic, less controlled, driven by primal instincts. Each stroke was harder, deeper, designed to claim every inch of you as his own. "Fuck... You're so tight... Around my cock," He hissed, increasing his pace, pounding into you.

The cool air whipped around your exposed skin, contrasting sharply with the heat radiating off Azriel's body and the warmth pooling within your stomach.

Azriel's pace quickened, his cock driving in and out of you with ruthless abandon. Every stroke rubbed against your sensitive spot inside you, sending shocks of pleasure shooting up your spine. You cried out, loud enough this time for someone passing by to hear if they dared to listen closely.

His grip on your hip tightened almost painfully, anchoring you firmly in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. The slap of flesh mingling with your gasps and whimpers created an erotic symphony in the deserted alleyway.

"Azriel!" You screamed his name like a battle cry, your entire body tensing as another climax built at lightning speed within you.

"That's it. Moan my name." The ghostly being murmured, pressed in fully to your cervix your cunt clamped down around his pistoning cock like a vice, fluttering along his length as you came undone. Azriel snarled in response, his thrusts growing erratic as your silken walls milked him greedily.

For a moment, the clouds cleared from the full moon, the moonlight filtering through the alley, and you catch Azriel's reflection in the water spots, he was devastatingly beautiful, although his hands were burned and scared, a gory sight, but those same hands had brought you too much pleasure to be scared of him. He looked down, eyes meeting yours and you shuddered, seeing his giant wings flaring.

With a guttural groan, Azriel surrendered to the overwhelming sensations of being physical again, letting the moonlight wash over him, his control snapping like a dry twig beneath his feet. His cock pulsed violently inside you, releasing his hot release deep within you. The force of his orgasm triggered another powerful climax in you, prolonging the sweet torture of your combined release.

As the aftershocks faded away, leaving you both panting heavily, Azriel pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from your spent cunt down your thighs. He let go of your hips, trailing his fingertips lightly across your swollen lower lips, spreading his cum further.

You turned on your heel, your skirts falling back down your legs, to truly look at him for however long the moonlight allowed, Azriel captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion and desire into the embrace. His tongue danced with yours, both of you savouring each other's taste. As the moon dipped back behind the clouds, Azriel was gone right in front of your eyes, yet you still felt him pressed against you.

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[kalinysu]

Hi there! Can I request Muzan x fem! slayer! Reader? :)

Slayer! reader going into an abandon house right after some villagers told her that things happen at night inside the abandon house and when she turns up, she meets Muzan again after encountering him alongside with Tanjiro from the night market. Muzan confessing his love and begging and telling the reader to stay beside him and become his and become a demon. (slight Yandere! Muzan maybe??)

Thanks!!! :)))

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. — Muzan x F!Slayer

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yandere behavior, murder, blood, kidnapping.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Still taking requests! I’ve always got too much free time, and i’m also working on a surprised fluff story on the side.

You were a strong hashira. Not the strongest, but definitely no where near the weakest. You were also the only hashira to ever meet face to face with Muzan Kibutsuji. Having ran into him in Asakusa after meeting a new demon slayer, Tanjiro Kamado. You didn’t fight him, as there were far too many people in the area, and it’d be risking thousands of lives. So the two of you had no choice but to let him go on. Today, you were out on a mission you had received from Ubuyashiki.

There were some strange things going on in an abandoned house on the far part of a village, along with people frequently going missing. You arrived late at night, which was perfect. There was nobody outside, and if it was a low rank demon, you could kill it easily without anyone seeing or being disturbed. Though, when you walked into the abandoned house, you were greeted with the unpleasant smell of blood. And the first thing you saw was a tall figure right in front of you, his crimson red eyes glaring down at you.

Your hand was quick to unsheathe your sword, before it was flung far away. Now you recognized him, and he had already recognized you. “We meet again, darling.” His voice was deep, and filled with malice. Your eyes were wide, and you were frozen in place for a moment, moving quickly to run and grab your sword before you felt his cold hands grabbing you. “Come on, you know, i’ve missed you. I knew I recognized that beautiful face of yours.” He said, his arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him, his other hand gripping your chin and forcing you to look up at him.

“Let go of me.” You said sharply, your body tensed up as you tried to move away from him. Your hand pressed against his chest as you groaned. “What kind of man would I be if I did that? You are much too beautiful for me to let go of, your rare.” He said with a dark chuckle. “Ive loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you, despite you being a slayer and all. But that’s an easy fix.” He said, gripping your chin tighter, causing you to try harder to get away from him. “Get off of me! I don’t give a damn if you love me or not, I hate you and I always will!! I have a boyfriend already anyways, you could never compare to him.” You shouted at him.

“Do you now?” He said with a chuckled, allowing your line of sight to trail behind him. The body of your boyfriend was on the ground, his limbs torn apart and blood practically everywhere. Your eyes widened, feeling a terrible sense of dread. Your breathing sped up, your heart pounding. “You—monster!!“ You screamed at him, tears forming in your eyes as your attempts grew more aggressive. “Your far too noisy.” He said, before suddenly your vision went black.

As your vision fades to black, you find yourself overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness and despair. When you regain consciousness, you realize you're in a dimly lit room, restrained by chains that bind your wrists and ankles. Muzan Kibutsuji stands before you, a sadistic smile on his face, relishing in your suffering."You thought you could escape me, my darling," he taunts, his voice dripping with venom. "But you're mine now, forever."

Fear courses through your veins, but you muster your strength and defiance despite the dire situation. "I'll never be yours, Muzan! I'll fight you until my last breath!" His smile widens, amused by your futile resistance. "Oh, how I adore your spirit. But don't worry, my dear, I have plans for you. You'll come to love me, just as I love you." Your mind races, desperately searching for a way to escape or find a weakness in Muzan's hold. You remember the stories of his immortality and his insurmountable strength, but you also recall the determination of your fellow demon slayers and the bond you shared with them.

Summoning every ounce of courage, you lock eyes with Muzan, determination burning within you. "You may have me trapped for now, but my comrades will find me. They will defeat you and put an end to your reign of terror." Muzan chuckles darkly, amused by your defiance. "Ah, yes, your fellow demon slayers. How quaint. But they won't find you in time. And even if they do, they'll fall before me, just like the countless others who've dared to oppose me." With renewed determination, you refuse to let despair consume you. You know the strength and tenacity of the demon slayers, their unwavering resolve to protect humanity. You also hold onto the memory of your fallen boyfriend, using his sacrifice as a source of strength.

"I won't let you win," you say, your voice filled with conviction. "Even if it costs me my life, I will never succumb to your bullshit. I will fight until my last breath, and my comrades will carry on the fight in my honor." Muzan's grin falters for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. But he quickly composes himself, his crimson eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "We shall see, my darling. We shall see how long your defiance lasts." Muzan said, kneeling down to your side. “How does becoming a demon sound? Perfect huh?” He said, leaning close to your face. “Come on, you’ll get to be by my side forever, I won’t let anyone harm you, ever. And you wont have to worry about demons hurting you anymore. It’s such a wonderful idea, really. Your so perfect already, but it’d be better if you were immortal.”

You tugged against the chains, managing to break of of the only for you to be pinned to the floor immediately. “S-stop it!! Let me go!!” You screamed. Though your cries for help were ignored.

“Yeah, let’s get see just how much of my blood one of you hashira can handle.”

[backmuscles21]

In The Open

Recoms x Reader

Summary: Literally a few small blurbs of the different times your lovers have caught you being fucked by your other lovers. I want to start writing for poly recoms cause I've been reading that and there isn't enough and it's a hyper fixation so imma flood the market, I love poly shit. I wanted to get a feel for them first so this is just a short guy and I'll hopefully write something much longer and more detailed soon.

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex, explicit language, public sex

You were on the bench in the recom-only gym, your knees and elbows resting on the bench as Lyle held your hips and fucked into you. He was relentless too, your head hung low as you moaned out loudly. Lyle stared at the large gym mirrors to watch as he fucked you, it only made him hornier, somehow. He lifted his one leg up to rest on the bench to thrust into you harder.

Then the door opened and some other recoms walked in.

“Dude what the hell,” Lopez said.

“You started the show without us?” Walker laughed out.

“Hell yeah,” Lyle chuckled.

Prager who stood there shocked, finally moved, he moved in front of your face.

“That good baby? Is Lyle fucking you good?”

You nodded.

Lyle grabbed your braid and pulled your head back and you cried out.

“Words buttercup.”

“It feels so good. Lyle’s cock feels so good, so deep.”

Prager’s hand caressed your cheek, “you look fucked dumb baby. Think you can handle another after Lyle?”

“Maybe. She’s cummed four times already.”

“Explains why she can barely hold herself up,” Lopez laughed.

“Just wait till the Colonel sees this,” Walker chuckled sitting down on a different bench.

Funny enough even though you were dating all of the recoms, you did still enjoy a semblance of privacy. However, that is thrown out of the window with the number of times you are engaged in sexual activity in public spaces and your other lovers enter. Like the time Zdog decided that eating you out on the canteen table was a great idea. They all knew what they did was no secret, they were worried about privacy when places they were doing these things were in recom only areas.

Your hand was gripping onto the hairs of Zdog’s mohawk as her face was pushed in between your thighs. Your back was resting on the corner of the table and your legs were resting over Zdog’s shoulders and onto her back. Your head was thrown back and pressed into the silver metal table, it would’ve been freezing if you were sweating currently. The door opened to Lyle, Miles and Ja, they stopped in their tracks, you didn’t hear a thing until you heard Lyle snicker.

Your tired eyes opened and you used your abs to slightly lift your head and shoulders off the table to see who entered.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Miles chuckled.

Ja’s face was a bright purple, the blush was so deep on this poor boy, he’d never walked in on one of his lovers in the act. He knew about it, he knew it was happening around the base, and his lovers talked about it. He had just never experienced it and this poor innocent little boy couldn’t take it. He had watched his lovers fuck you before and had fucked you while the others watched but that was all planned, it was never like this.

Lyle clapped his hands on Ja’s shoulder, “too much for you baby boy.”

Ja shook his head, “just caught off guard.”

“Mhm,” Miles said as he came up to you and squatted down by your face and you moved your head over to look at him.

Zdog knew exactly what she was doing, she was playing a game, and she was holding you back until the right moment. As Miles brushed some hair out of your face and went to speak, probably something very degrading. Zdog made you cum, your eyes squeezed shut and your head moved closer to your body. Your hand gripped Zdog’s hair harder and gripped the side of the stainless-steel table, Miles smirked at your reaction, all the boys did, they knew what just happened.

“You really know what you're doing Z. Always waiting for the right moment,” Miles said.

Zdog pulled away from your dripping pussy and smiled at Miles before she went to kiss you, forcing you to taste yourself. Your hands wrapped around her neck as you kissed her, your tongue licking up her chin, you only now can hear the sounds of Ja’s sweet soft moans. You open your eyes to look at what is happening, Zdog moves from your mouth to kiss down your neck.

Currently, Lyle had his hand down Ja’s pants and was stroking him to heaven, the poor boy was so turned on and very hard but couldn’t bring himself to touch himself, so Lyle did it for him. Zdog sat you up and removed your RDA standard issue tank top and helped you take your tight sports bra off.

“So, which one of you boys wants her first?”

Better yet, everyone's favourite time was when you were all going on your first mission as recoms and you all agreed that there was to be no funny business. But Lopez can’t keep his hands to himself and as they are taking off, he already has two fingers in you. Some looked at him with a ‘really?’ face and others, Lyle, had the biggest smirk.

Lopez leaned into your ear, “better stay quiet, don’t want any of the little guys to hear.”

His snicker and his command made you squirm and he knew it too, he knew that’d get you going, he wanted the human pilots to hear and see. He wanted those humans to see that he could get pussy on the reg and they were still fucking their fists at night.

“Colonel gave us strict orders to follow and you can’t keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?” Mansk said from across Lopez.

Lopez stared at his fanged smile in the reflection of Mansk’s glasses, “she’s just sitting here, lookin’ all pretty, what did you expect me to do?”

“Listen to direct orders?”

“Like he wouldn’t fuck her now if he could?”

“We all would, but we have responsibilities. Did you not get enough of her last night?”

Lopez’s fingers still curled within you as your hips thrusted to make his fingers move more, your eyebrows were pressed together as you could feel pleasure building.

“Look at that, I’ll never get enough. How could any of y’all stay soft seeing this.”

“Because we fucked her last night.”

“I mean so did I, but this face never leaves my thoughts.”

“Geez, you guys are worse than Lyle,” Walker spoke up with a laugh.

“Hey, I mean it is nice, I’ll side with Lopez on that. I’ll always get bricked up for that.”

“You know, as much as I enjoy this and getting off is amazing. We have a job to do and I’d rather not be horny all mission,” you panted out.

“Fine, you win,” Lopez pulled his fingers out and pulled his mask down enough to suck his fingers before placing the mask where it originally was. “But this ain’t over when we get back ooo boy.”

Even better that time you all had a whole bunch of medical appointments after you first woke up but decided that fucking was a great idea before that. You were all so used to it as humans that waking up in your Na’vi bodies didn’t change anything. Going to physicals with multiple bite marks and hickies and bruises, made all the scientists nervous, they questioned you all about it. Of course, none of you told them what actually happened.

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Of the Heart, Chapter 8 (Human!Alastor x Married!Reader)

Chapter Trigger Warnings: aftermath of domestic violence, jealousy, domestic abuse

AN: Bonus chapter to celebrate the new welcome post and cleaning up my masterlists <3

Masterlist AO3 KoFi

“Hurry up,” Laurence snapped, his voice little more than a harsh hiss as he leaned into your side. His hand rested on your waist, fingers flexing one at a time, digging into you in a rhythm you knew well. 

“I’m trying.” Whimpering, you hoped he didn’t take your words as back talking. You didn’t want to move slowly, it’s just he didn’t let you take anymore aspirin before leaving for lunch and your muscles ached.

It was a near weekly standing lunch date between you two, a trip to a cafe or a bistro. It was important to be seen, and these weekly lunches served that purpose, just like the trips to the cinema. There was rarely any care for your enjoyment of the dates in it. 

Calling it lunch today was a big generous. Laurence didn’t allow you to order anything more than biscotti and coffee. After spending the morning washing laundry and hanging it out to dry, you were starving, but that would have to wait. 

You stumbled, tripping over your feet as Laurence pushed you to shuffle faster. Whispered warnings dripping with venom were dropped into your ear as Laurence helped straighten you with a kind smile on his handsome face. You pulled your lips into a smile to match. A picture perfect couple as you made your way slowly to the car. 

Laurence slammed the door to the car once you were nestled inside. The sound made you flinch as the force of it rocked the car. You’d messed up again. You’d done something wrong. It was your fault he was in a bad mood and you’d pay for it later. If only you knew what you could have done better, so you could be a better wife to him. 

Maybe it would get you out of going to the cinema.

“I don’t have time to drop you off at the house,” Laurence slammed his door after settling into the driver’s seat. “You’re just going to have to come with me. Be on your best behavior and do not embarrass me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you looked at him pleadingly. “I can walk or take the bus if you’d rather.” 

Laurence struck you with the back of his hand, slamming your head back against the seat. It wasn’t as strong of a blow as he was capable of, even in the confined and awkward space of the car and you were thankful for that. Pain flared, but it was manageable, more of a sting. 

“Just shut up.” 

You nodded, tears gathering in your eyes. You grabbed the handkerchief from your bag, not your good one, but the one stained with splotches of blood, and dabbed at your lip. It was bleeding again, not having had a chance to heal. While the car roared to life, you held pressure on the reopened wound to your lip, trying to decode what you had done wrong. 

Scott, the marketing manager, paced the hallway between offices. Alastor’s annoyance rose with each of the man’s passes by his office door. His unsightly haircut bobbed past the window and drew his attention, distracting him from working on the scripts for that evening.

There were murders he needed to focus on the reporting of. He had to get it just so, report all the details without saying anything he shouldn’t know about them. 

Alastor groaned in frustration as he pushed back from the desk. If willing the man to stop would not work, Alastor may as well take a break from watching his head pass by the window in his door again and again. 

“Oh!” Scott nearly walked into Alastor as he stepped out of his office. “Sorry Alastor, must have been stuck in my head.”

“What troubles you, ol friend?” Alastor asked, not really caring. 

“I vouched for this marketing firm,” Scotty started, following Alastor down the hall and even further, trailing behind him as he descended the stairs. “They were supposed to expand our market. The guy’s been putting off delivering the marketing materials for weeks and then when he did, they were rubbish. Total rubbish.” 

“Oh dear,” Alastor hoped walking out of the building would end the conversation, but Scott followed him still. 

“Right?” The man threw his hands up as Alastor walked down the sidewalk, thinking more of how to get under Laurence’s skin than Scott’s ranting. 

What colors would you like? Alastor pondered the question as Scott went on and on about the meeting and how much he dreaded having to end the contract. Purple? Purple sounded nice. Alastor picked a few purple flowers from the beds lining the sidewalk. Yellow too, he decided. 

“What you cutting flowers for? Gotta lady to impress?” Alastor resisted the urge to roll his eyes. 

“An associate and his wife had me over for dinner. It is only proper to present the lady of the house with a token of my gratitude.” Alastor stopped in front of the rose bushes at the side of the building. 

“I suppose,” Scott’s voice trailed off as Alastor pulled a larger than expected knife in a leather sheath from his pocket. “A bit excessive, no?”

“I was working on some things before heading in,” Alastor shrugged, slipping the leather from the blade as he looked at the different deep red roses. They were almost an unnatural shade of Burgundy and would contrast nicely with the brighter flowers. 

Adjusting his grip on the antler handle, he reached out and pulled forward the first rose. The blade cut through the woody stem as if it was nothing. The blade was honed to a razor edge. Alastor selected three more roses, just in the early stages of their blooms, and cut them free as well. It wasn’t a large bouquet, but it was thoughtfully put together. 

“Well, good luck with the meeting. Pacing the hall likely won’t help you much, however,” Alastor excused himself with a nod.

“Mr. Latimer should be here soon anyway,” Scott grumbled to himself. 

Alastor froze, turning on his heel to face Scott again. “Who now?” 

Alastor leaned against the railing on the second floor, overlooking the station lobby. He should be finishing his script, but this was a once in a lifetime chance to get under Laurence’s skin and save himself a trip as well. Efficiency was a virtue his mother had instilled in him, and he wouldn’t let that slip now. 

Alastor had wrapped the bunch of flowers in some old newspaper, folding the corners down to expose the blooms once he had gotten back to his office. He tied it all together with some hemp twine, wrapping it around the stems until it was nearly as wide as his hand before tying it off in a clumsy bow.

It didn’t look half bad, if he said so himself. 

Now all he had to do was wait. There was a solid chance you wouldn’t be with Laurence when he got there. It was not common for men to bring their wives to business meetings, but there was a chance. On the off chance that you did grace the station with your presence, he wanted to be ready to strike. 

Alastor didn’t have to wait long at all. In less than ten minutes, the front door opened and Laurence shuffled his meek little wife inside, much to Alastor’s delight. He watched as Laurence directed you to the chairs and you sat in a heap. 

From his place high above you, Alastor watched as you looked around. There were no magazines or newspapers anywhere within reach for you to read. Your bag was small today. Clearly you didn’t come here prepared to pass the time. 

Alastor watched as Scott lead Laurence away. After counting down from ten, Alastor pushed himself back from the railing and made his way toward the stairs. Just as he intended, he met Scott and Laurence in the hall. 

“Oh,” Scotty paused, “Here we have our leading host at the moment, Alastor. Alastor, this is Mr. Latimer of Latimer Marketing Solutions.”

“We’ve met,” Laurence said harshly. 

Alastor’s smile only grew wider. “We share a mutual acquaintance. I’ll let you get into your business. I was just stretching my legs for a moment.” 

Alastor’s grin split his face as he walked down the empty hall and toward the stairs. It would be a frightening sight, such a ghastly smile if anyone had been around to see it. 

Oh, this would be fun. What a delightful way to have some pre-broadcast fun. As he came into view, Alastor pulled his smile in. It wouldn’t do to be grinning like a fool as he came into view. 

Alastor took you in as he crossed the lobby. Your eyes were trained on your lap, doing nothing but counting the stitches on your dress as you waited. Did you know your shoulders were slumped, or that you had begun to curl in on yourself?

“Well, hello darling!” Alastor called out, a peaceful smile on his face. 

You startled at the sound of his voice, head shooting up. Wide eyes met his as you jerked your shoulders up and into place. He was impressed to see your spine straighten. You didn’t hold the position long until it slowly slipped again, the weight of something dragging your shoulders down. 

“Hello again,” your voice was soft as you glanced around, looking for Laurence. You know the building was for broadcasting but you hadn’t realized it was for radio or that Alastor would be here. Perhaps this was where Alastor and your husband had become acquainted. 

“I had thought I spotted Laurence earlier, I hadn’t expected him to leave his darling wife just wasting away in the lobby,” Alastor chuckled to himself, holding his hand out for you. “I was just stretching my legs before I sit down for the show later. Why don’t I give you a tour?”

“Oh,” you held your hand up in protest only to have Alastor snag it in his as if you had offered it, “I really couldn’t, it wouldn’t be proper.”

“Nonsense,” Alastor pulled you to your feet where you stumbled, “What wouldn’t be proper would be letting you waste away in the lobby. Besides, I’ve got something for you I had planned to drop by after the show. No time better than the present!” 

With a guiding hand placed just below the middle of your back, Alastor left little room for protest. What would Laurence want you to do? He wouldn’t want you anywhere near Alastor but he also wouldn’t want you to make a scene and Alastor was right. It wasn’t improper for him to give you a tour. 

Your heels clicked against the polished wood floors, old, rich and warm in a way you liked but knew Laurence would loath. It was just a matter of time before the similarly rich floors in your own home would be ripped out and replaced with something more to his taste. 

At least if Alastor was right and money was tighter than believed, it could be a few more years before you’re parted from your home’s rich floors. Eventually, Laurence would ruin them, though. 

Alastor’s charming voice was the background music to your thoughts, allowing you to simply nod and listen as you walked alongside him. His large hand was ever present on your back, sometimes sliding lower as he showed you an award or framed newspaper clipping before he seemed to catch himself and pull it higher again. 

Though his hand constantly drove you forward, he never rushed you, unlike Laurence. The pace the two of you walked was peaceful, meandering, and relaxed. It allowed your pained shuffle to feel almost normal. 

“And here,” he said, wide smile pulling in to become something far more charming that made your heart pound, “Is my office.” 

You were not sure what to say as the ever present hand on your back guided you inside the dimly lit room. The blinds were pulled closed, filtering out most of the harsh sunlight. Dust glittered as it floated through the air, lit up by the few rays of light that fought through the slats. 

The hand was gone suddenly as Alastor moved deeper into the room, effortlessly navigating the dark space with ease that told of countless late nights spent in the room. He switched on the lamp on his desk, bathing the room in a soft warm light.

“This isn’t proper,” your voice came out closer to a whisper than you intended. 

“Nonsense,” Alastor laughed as he picked up a bundle of something wrapped in newspaper. “The light’s on. The door’s open. Nothing to be worried about.” 

You hated how your heart beat harshly in your chest. Why did this man, his soft eyes and charming smile, make you feel like taking risks? Why did he make you feel this way? Why did he make you feel anything at all?

“I don’t-”

“These are for you, my dear,” Alastor presented the bundle, a bouquet of fresh flowers wrapped in newspaper, to you with the soft smile you were catching yourself thinking about more and more. 

“I couldn’t possibly-”

“A perfection appropriate expression of gratitude from a dinner guest to his hostess,” Alastor assured you as he placed the flowers in your hands.

“They’re lovely,” you settled for saying instead of protesting anymore. “You shouldn’t have spent the money on them,”

“I didn’t,” Alastor’s smile spread wider as he watched you examine his offering, pleased with the soft smile that had taken up residence on your face. Had he ever seen you smile, truly? He didn’t think so. It looked good on you. “I picked them earlier.” 

A slam of a fist against the door frame scared you out of your skin. “There you are!” 

“Laurence!” Startled, you clutched the flowers to your chest and turned to your husband. He was read faced but clearly composing himself. “Alastor was just giving me a tour-”

“Of his private office?” Laurence bit out, clearly in a terrible mood. 

Alastor laughed, fearlessly walking up to your husband and patting his shoulder, “Hardly at all, my dear fellow. I simply had some flowers for your dear wife, a token of my thanks for the lovely dinner she prepared. Since she was here, sitting all alone in the lobby, I figured why not eliminate the trip and give them to her now?”

Scott had said the meeting went poorly. Laurence didn’t take the news well and threatened legal action to challenge the canceling of the contract. There was nothing the station needed to fear. The promised services had not been delivered and what was delivered wasn’t near the quality promised. It was a shame. Thethe Latimer name was well known for marketing success through the changing times. 

Such a spectacular failure by a well-known company would be the talk of the town. Even if they tried to keep things private, word would get out. Their reputation would take a hit. Alastor shook his head, performing the required show of dismay for Scott as he made his way back into his office. 

As Alastor opened the blinds in his office, he was already thinking about the ways he could drop little nuggets of the recent failings around town. It wouldn’t do to run his mouth about their shared business, but this business failing had nothing at all to do with him. 

Alastor stood at the window and watched the scene unfolding below, eyebrow cocked and smile tight. He was witnessing left his hands curled into fists, knuckles white. Cold rage he knew well rolled through him. It was the very same rage that sent him hunting in the deep darkness of night. 

What he saw was far beyond the reaction he had expected. Laurence had his hand wrapped tightly around your arm, your sleeve bunching on either side of his hand. Even from a distance, Alastor could see how you stumbled over your feet, dragged along behind Laurence, who seemed uncaring of how close you came to falling. 

Alastor had every intention of provoking a reaction in Laurence, but what he was witnessing was excessive. For someone so concerned with appearances, he was causing a scene. His rage and jealousy made him sloppy. 

Laurence shoved you toward his car. He threw the door open with so much force that the whole car rocked enough for Alastor to see it at a distance. Alastor watched as your husband threw you into the car, clutching the flowers Alastor had spent time picking, trimming, and wrapping for you to your chest. 

Liquid iron rolled in the pit of Alastor’s stomach as he watched the car door slam shut, catching the edge of your shawl. No longer could he see you as the sunlight reflected off the window. Laurence stomped around the car and dumped himself into the driver’s seat. There was nothing for Alastor to do as the car pulled away from the radio station. 

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hi, love your work. What if the reader saw that video of a turtle shaking its butt onto a toothbrush to scratch its shell and bought a big scratchy brush specifically for their turtle bf? It can be any version you like. No pressure obviously

Toothbrush Dance (Crack)

Rise!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve seen so many of those video’s, and I love every single one of those. But my favorite has to be the one with the turtle, that dances very happily under dripping water in the shower. Such a cutie😭🧡

Warnings: None, other than bad jokes😂🧡

Armed with a comically big toothbrush and a mischievous grin, you made your way through the sewers, heading directly towards the lair hidden deep within. Headed directly towards your mutant turtle boyfriend, who had no idea that you were on your way down to him, and totally unaware of what you had planned for him.

That morning, you had rediscovered a video that you had seen before, a long time before you met your boyfriend and his brothers. It was a video of a normal, non-mutated turtle, that happily was wiggling its but back and forth on the bristles of a toothbrush, held up by a giggling human. And that video gave you an idea. An idea you wanted to try out on your sweet turtle boyfriend, Michelangelo.

And so, you entered the lair, still carrying the large toothbrush, making your way through the large circular room, in the playful hunt for your boyfriend, wherever he might be hiding. And your hunt, along with the giganting toothbrush in your hands, was quickly catching the attention of not only your boyfriend’s father, but his older brothers as well, all of them watching you with questioning looks as you greeted them with a small nod.

“(Y/N), Sweetheart”, Leo said, stopping you in your small hunt. “What- what exactly are you doing?”

“Looking for Mikey”, you answered, looking at him with a shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing.

“I think Leo is wanting to know why you’re carrying a big toothbrush around ”, Raph said, quickly pushed aside by Donatello, who was trying to get a better look at the said toothbrush.

“And where did you get a toothbrush that size?”, Donatello asked, moving it around in your grasp in order to get a better look at it. “Who would even make one of these? Where is the market for this? It makes no sense!”

“That doesn’t matter”, you said, pulling the brush to you in such a rush, that Donnie almost fell. “Where’s Mikey? I’m here with this for him”.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him”, Leo said, before making his way towards the arcade, calling out for his little brother. "Michael! Your temper of a partner is here!”

“Coming!”, it sounded happily from the arcade, before your orange clad boyfriend came jumping out of the large room, his eyes immediately landing on you, his smile growing even bright as he made his way over to you.

“Hey, babe!”, he said, greeting you with a bright smile that could make you weak in the knees. “I didn’t know you were coming today. Had I known I would have met you at the door - what is that?”

The mischievous smile returned to your face, as you held the toothbrush close to you, taking your stance. A flash of fear washed over Mikey’s face. He knew that expression of your face way too well.

“Have you seen the video of the turtle with the toothbrush?”, you asked, your smile growing brighter.

“N- no”, Mikey said, throwing a nervous look in the direction.

“Well, turn around cutie, and I’ll show you how a turtle does the toothbrush dance”.

“Babe! No!”, Mikey yelled, before jumping into a sprint, with you close on his heels, chasing him around the lair with a giant toothbrush, trying to get close enough so that you brush the bristles against his bottom.

As you continued to chase a screaming Mikey around in circles, his brothers and Master Splinter stood to one side, watching slightly impressed at you being able to keep somewhat up with him.

“Is this what it’s like to be in a relationship?”, Leo asked, as you almost managed to reach your goal.

“Ah, yes”, Splinter sighed, taking in the sight of you finally catching up on your boyfriend, the other turtles looking at their father in shock. “Reminds me of the good old days. Keep this one close, orange! They’re a keeper!”

[honeysickledream]

'Overgrown' - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader | Chapter One

(photo credit: me [@honeysickledreams])

warnings | tags: F!reader, no use of Y/N and no physical descriptions of reader, reader is a healer and midwife, this is set in a very vague ‘middle ages’ time, forced/arranged marriage, angst, slow burn (heavy emphasis on slow), miscommunication, there’s no communication at this point honestly, relationship issues, relationship doubts, (mild) hurt with no comfort, no smut this time around but still minors DNI, mild horror/fear element towards the beginning (a nonexistent monster is described in detail + the briefest mentions of animal and possible person-on-person attacks along with it) | that’s everything off the top of my head, lmk if I missed anything!

word count: ~2.6k

synopsis: You had married Simon four months ago, the whole thing some stupid forced arrangement. You had left everything you knew behind to live with Simon in his cabin a few miles out from his hometown. You weren't sure you could classify your relationship as a marriage, or even say truthfully that you lived with him because he wasn't around very often. Some part of you hopes things improve, but you're not unwillingly to do what you can to live the life you'd originally planned for.

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Thin clouds softly colored purple and pink from the sunset drifted overhead. Street lamps burned away at the oil and cloth wicks. The townspeople flooded the rough streets as they went about their evening routines of visiting the markets, going home after a long day or meeting with others. Some mothers were wandering the alleyways where their unruly children wandered after being sent out to play. You did your best to move through the crowds of people, hopping onto the wooden promenades to get around the slower and louder groups so you wouldn’t have to trek home in total darkness. The walk back to the cabin was a few miles out, and after spending four months tending to mothers and their children, you had heard more than your fair share of stories about the shadows in the woods and the spindly-legged beasts that enjoyed gobbling up those who were out too late. Logically you knew those creatures weren’t out there, that the mothers were telling their children such stories to keep them from wandering off into the woods and finding themselves food for wolves and bears. But as you walked alone on the dirt road that cut through the thick of the woods, winding this way and that, with only a few thin paths branching off and leading to well-hidden cabins and cottages, you couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Like something was there behind the trees as it tried to make up its mind on whether you would be a tasty treat. You turned down the third path on the right that you came across, the old wooden sign reading ‘Riley’. The name had been etched into the surface haphazardly—either done by a child ages ago or by someone with shoddy penmanship. Somewhere in the depths of the woods, a branch snapped. Your blood ran cold, your heart racing as you tried to keep yourself from going stock still. The creepy stories from the mothers in town began to fill your mind. Images flashed behind your eyes of lanky creatures with bark-covered antlers that dripped with the blood of their victims, cloaks made from human skin and moss draped over their shoulders, their smiles too wide and full of rows of pointed, thin teeth. Those stories were nonsense, you had to tell yourself with each step you took. If there was something in the woods you needed to fear, it would be the wolves or bears that would charge you before they mauled your defenseless body, or perhaps a person lurking in the woods with whatever foul plans they had brewing in their mind. But the notion to fear those things didn’t enter your mind, they never did when something startled you in the woods. For some reason the fantastical, wicked creatures seemed more terrifying than the real threats. The fear you felt subsided as soon as you saw the heavy door to your cabin, the dark blue paint faded. No candles or lanterns were lit, not that you expected them to be, but a disappointment settled in her heart where the fear had been nonetheless. You unlocked the door slowly, slipped inside and locked the door loudly. Once your boots were off, your cloak hanging from the rack by the door, and your aged medical case in its place by the sword stand that was empty like always, you did a quick search around the cabin, lighting candles in the rooms as you ensured that they were clear. The two bedrooms were empty, undisturbed. Your most recent crochet project was still on the couch in a snarled mess, the furniture still angled the way you liked it. You did a quick sweep of the kitchen, making sure no little critters had managed to find their way into the cabin to sample your loaves of bread or tore into your sacks of sugar or crates of ripening fruits. With everything safe, just the way you’d left it that morning before making your rounds through town, you lit the fire in the parlor before lighting the open hearth in the kitchen.

The front door’s lock unlatched loudly right as your nightgown fell down the rest of your body. Without hesitation you grabbed the dagger you kept under the face-down journal on your nightstand. You knew only one other person had a key to the cabin, but who was to say someone hadn’t gotten a locksmith’s set or perhaps one of those damned creatures from those horrible nighttime stories had managed to slip their thin nails into the locks to trigger the mechanisms.

Knife brandished before you, poised to strike at anything even if it was just to buy a few more seconds of breath before dying, you crept down the hallway. You stuck to the right side because it was the side that never creaked, something you learned a few days into living here. The middle of the hallway seemed to creak only when it was nighttime, while the left side creaked morning, noon or night. There was nothing at the entrance of the hallway, and no one was lingering around the front door to the right or in the parlor which was dead ahead. As you looked left into the kitchen where your pot of stew was still bubbling away, you noticed a broad and tall figure wafting the savory smells towards their face. Their back was towards you, their attire dirty and ratty but it was deep green of their cloak that caught your eye and told you that it was safe to lower your blade. “You’re back,” you whispered as you slowly approached the figure who froze when your voice broke through the silence. You didn't bother to hide the faint disappointment in your tone. The scars of the person’s face glinted in the candle- and hearth-light of the kitchen as their head turned. “’Course I am,” the man rasped, voice tight as if he hadn’t spoken for days. “Been four weeks, told ya I’d be back around now.” You glared at him, not just for being so nonchalant about his arrival. It was night, you were alone, no one around, and he just waltzed in without announcing himself. If you hadn’t noticed the green to his cloak, you could’ve stabbed him which wouldn’t have ended well for anyone. “I take it you’re hungry,” you said under your breath. You didn’t wait for his response, grabbing two bowls from the cupboard and two spoons from the drawer. Luckily you’d made a bit more stew than usual, but you knew you’d be scrambling to find him more food after he scarfed his portion down. You stirred the stew and sighed. It had a little ways to go before it was ready to be eaten. “Go fetch yourself water for a bath and get clean. You smell like a wet dog rolled in a puddle of decay, Simon.” He returned the glare you’d given him moments ago but did as you said and went to the back garden for pails of water. He had bristled when you said his name, rather than referring to him as ‘Ghost’. That happened often after he spent a hefty amount of time with his three friends who only referred to him as ‘Ghost’. Everyone in town did the same, or they used a string of descriptors to refer to him. Simon had told you to not refer to him as ‘Ghost’ while withholding the reason why you were given special license on your wedding day.

Bitterness settled heavy on your tongue, memories of your wedding day suddenly filling your mind. Every muscle seemed to tense and tears brimmed in your eyes. You knew the whole situation was horrible for Simon, too, not just for you, but very little about his life had changed that day. At least to your eyes, he had been able to remain in his hometown, living in his family’s cabin all while you had to move far away from the family that forced you to become a Riley. You had to leave everyone you loved behind, most of your belongings still in your old bedroom hidden under white sheets until your family re-purposed them or sold them off. And the marriage remained as rocky as it had been on day one—and it had been four months since the wedding. When Simon was home, he was gone most of the day, leaving near sun-up and returning near sun-down. Sometimes he was called away with his three friends for a few days, and most recently, they’d been called away to do something for four weeks. The two of you rarely talked when he was around, rarely spent more than an hour in the same room. Oh, and there was no physical intimacy. None. Your sisters wrote to you often asking how married life was (and if you had found yourself to be with child yet, which they made sure to never write out so bluntly, preferring to inquire between the lines) and you had no idea how to politely tell them that they had witnessed your husband barely give you a peck on your awful wedding day to seal the vows, so why would they think the marriage had gotten even remotely physical enough for there to be the possibility of a child? As you stood there stewing over the stew, you weren’t even sure you wanted children with Simon. If it ever did happen, would he be a supportive husband to you through all the pains and changes, the scares and the happy moments, the horror and miracle that was birth? Would he care for the child in such a way that would charm you into wanting to give him a dozen more babies? A bubble popped on the surface of the stew, ripping you from your contemplations and rapidly growing dissatisfaction and anger at everything. You licked the spot on the back of your hand and smiled faintly. You were sure you’d perfected the seasonings this time, as well as the ratio of carrots to celery. It was then that Simon cleared his throat and you looked up at where he leaned against the door frame. He dressed in loose cotton trousers and a sleep shirt, his body cleaned of whatever filth he’d gotten on himself. He’d even trimmed his dark blond hair, which was a shame because the slight length had looked rather charming on him.

Then you realized you’d been in your own head long enough for him to fetch water, heat it, bathe and dress, and for the stew to finish cooking. All the little lines you fed yourself daily about making the best out of this strange and aggravating situation seemed to have done nothing but give you some momentary distraction when you saw happy couples and families loving interacting with each other. “There’s fresh bread in the larder,” you told him as you began to ladle stew into his bowl, making sure to given him most of the venison. You knew that whatever he and his friends did when they were called away left them without hearty meals most of the time. Even just a few days away often left Simon looking a bit leaner, but four weeks away? The hollowness to his scarred cheeks made something twist in your chest to see it. You sat the bowls down on the little table in the corner of the kitchen, then turned to find Simon slicing the loaf—no, loaves…God, you made a mental note to get up early tomorrow to bake more before you left to tend to your patients. He’d also grabbed a jar of apple butter and poured you both a cup of water, which you thanked him for under your breath. The two of you sat at the table, eating in the usual silence, staring off at the usual spots of the wall. Your eyes trained on the cobweb in the left corner of the wall behind him, and his eyes trained on the wall behind you. Your brows furrowed when Simon suddenly made a face that you caught out of the corner of your eye. He picked up the jar of apple butter, examining it, then took another bite of the bread that he’d slathered the mixture on. He made the same face and you sighed. “I bought that stuff a few days ago.” You took it from him when he offered it up. It smelled just fine, it looked just fine, too. No discoloration or signs of something growing. You spread a little bit of it on the corner of your bread and took a bite. Simon snapped his fingers in some sort of triumph when you grimaced, too. Something about the apple butter mixing with the savoriness of the stew, perhaps even with the slight acidity of the bread, made everything taste wrong. Worse than wrong. You took a gulp of water to wash down the horrid taste. Before any more mistakes were made with the apple butter, you closed the container and made your way to the larder. After searching the moderately dusty shelves, you grabbed a jar of pepper preserves that had been gifted to you two weeks ago by one of your patients after helping her deliver her third child and first daughter. You hand it to Ghost who wasted no time in opening it and spreading the contents onto a fresh slice of bread. He took a large bite and his eyes fluttered closed as he chewed slowly. “I’m not sure why you thought apple butter would go well with such a savory stew,” you said under your breath as you resumed eating.

“Thought it’d be tangier,” he muttered around his bite of food. “Stew’s good, though. Not too garlicky like the last time ya made it.” You stared blankly at him. For some reason the idea that he sometimes found your stews too garlicky made something flip in your mind. Maybe it was because it had been a long day and now he was back after so long away, your normal routine disrupted which always managed to put you on edge. You managed to hold you tongue and look back to your food, waiting for Simon to say something else. But he didn’t say anything. He fell back into his usual silence and your frustration grew a little more. You finished eating your stew and a slice of bread with the pepper spread. Since Simon was eating rather slow, you left cleaning the kitchen to him as you put your dishes in the wash basin. You made your way to your bedroom, locking yourself inside. Everything suddenly felt wrong in the cabin, in your body, even in your mind. Like you were sweltering in the summer heat and unable to find a way to cool down and relax, despite it being the middle of autumn and your bedroom was somewhat chilly. For hours, you tossed and turned, pushing your sheets on and off, this way and that. Your mind always wandering to what was hidden under the loose floorboard by the bedroom door. After a while, you managed to fall asleep, but your rest was fitful.

[mindless-existence1]

Request- "Toji fushiguro and an older male reader in an Aladdin au with gags and bondage please? In the fic, Toji is a street rat who always manages to evade the palace guards. The reason is that the guard captain, the reader, has a deal where Toji has to be his bondage slave every night if he wants to escape his men."

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Authors note: Reader is older than Toji but not in a weird creepy old man way and is described to be male. Reader is a slightly hard dom that uses toys, as you read from the request is pretty kinky so read at your own discretion. Also sorry is this is out of character for him but in my mind he's a brat that needs tamed.

Warnings: Includes bondage, gags, multiple orgasams, overstimulation, degration, dry orgasams, crying during sex, and a slight call to being a sex slave but it's not very prominent.

Toji could feel the air rushing past his ears and the pounding of his heart hitting his rib cage. None of that mattered to him as he ran as fast as he could make his feet go down through market. Normally he didn't have to work this hard to get away from the guards so that must mean you were in a pissier mood them normal.

As he turned a corner he heard you bark out orders for your men to follow. Tojo could only make out a few of the words, they were muffled from the blood rushing to his ears. Before he could even catch his breath your huge build came around the corner and you were met face to face with the thief.

"Well hello dear captain what brings you out this way?" Toji panted after almost every word but still had a undertone of confidence. Though he found the confidence wavering when your stern gaze didn't falter. "Don't you just like pissing me off?"

Toji put on a weak grin he knew you could see through. "We wouldn't have any fun if I didnt." He teases. You take a step forward, your face mere inches from Toji's. "Do you know how often I put my ass on the line for you? And you still want to be a brat?"

You take another step forward causing Toji to back into a wall. "Tonight come dressed in that pretty jewel you stole. I want to see you get ruined while wearing your best." While speaking you bring your hand up and grab his hair, it was rougher than you'd normally be out in the open but neither of you cared.

Toji felt so small underneath your frame, he wasn't small by any means but he still somehow felt so little when your gaze was on him. He weakly nodded his head as best he could and let out a quiet "Yes sir."

Without another word you release your hold on his hair and walk out of the alley. Toji hears you yell out to your guards about how you lost him and you should all head back to your posts.

With a deep breath Toji looks down at the necklace he took from some merchant, he threw it in the air and caught it on the way down. His original plan was to sell it but it has an even better purpose now.

~~~~~~~~~Time skip to later that day~~~~~~~~~

Toji was wearing his normal ragged clothes, he never worries about what he is wearing anymore when you rip off his clothes seconds after he walks through the door. But tonight he had on something special, the bright purple gem accessorized with a gold trim was hanging around his neck. It truly was a pricy steal on his part, but the risk was worth it knowing what was in store for tonight.

He knocked on the front door and after just one knock it was swung open and he was rushed inside. "What did I say about using the front door brat?" You asked with a harsh tone. Toji grinned "Maybe you'll have to punish me?" His voice was silky smooth and practically dripped from his lips.

"You'll regret saying that by the end of the night. Now go to the room and take off everything except for that pretty necklace. You better be on the bed when i get in there" Your voice was stern and sent a shock of arousel straight to Tojis groin.

He nodded and made a move to walk past you but before he could he felt you pull at the back of the necklace. With a small choke he stopped walking, he turned around confused. "Use your words slut." Toji gulped and stammered out a weak "Yes sir" before turning back around to go to the room.

By the time he made it to the bedroom his dick was practically leaking precum. He took off his shirt first and whined when he pulled off his pants and underwear. Your heavy footsteps coming down the hall filled his ears so he scampered to get on the bed.

When you opened the door you were presented with Tojis body on full display. Even though compared to you he was small he was very built himself. All the running and working out he does is doing amazing work on his body you guys barley fit on the bed .

You don't make a move to walk over to him, instead you make your way over to a well know cabinet. After a minute of rummaging around you pull out a handful of cloths from deep within the drawer. Toji swallow a lump in his throat as he feels his cock ache for any form of stimulation, he has to resist touching himself. Knowing he's already in trouble tonight so better not add onto that.

His muscles tense when you stalk your way over to the bed. You lay down the smaller cloths on the edge and keep two longer red ones in your hand. "You know what to do you whore, don't pretend you dont." You bite out, lust infesting your words. "Yes sir." A shiver is sent down his back as he lifts his arms above his head so his wrists are up against the headrest.

His legs spread wider till its almost painful. Toji felt so vulnerable and exposed, but he knew covering himself would just worsen any punishment you had in mind. "Good slut." You said under your breath and moved to tie his wrists and legs. Toji had to bite back a whine at your words.

The bondage was tighter than normal and Toji could tell he would have bruises in the morning. He couldn't bring himself to be ashamed at the fact the thought of being bruised by you excited him.

You took your right hand and grabbed the smaller cloths you had set down earlier. After folding them up you brought them to Toji's mouth. "Open." Is all you said and when he followed your instruction you shoved the gags into his mouth.

He gaged and let out a "mmph!" When the cloth hit the back of his throat. Before he do anything else another cloth was wrapped around his face, covering his mouth from veiw. You quickly tied it off behind his head and grabbed the final gag.

You tied off the end leaving him panting as best he could behind the three layer of gags, it took him a minute to get used to breathing through his nose. "Since you've been bad today you have to come twice before I fuck you. Understand?" You practically growled into his ear, your hot breath made him can't up his hips.

A muffled whine of protest came from behind the gags but anything he tried to say was too incoherent to be understood. Two times? Were you going insane? Twice before you even really started? Oh Toji knew he was going to be dead by the end of the night.

He subconsciously pulled at the restraints causing you to smirk to yourself. "You wanted this right?" You ask teasingly as you bring your large hand toward his aching cock. "You were acting so naughty earlier, you must have wanted to be treated like the slut you are."

Your deep voice paired with the warm hand around his dick was making Toji slowly lose his mind. "Should I even bother sucking you off? I mean I don't think you deserve it. You hardly even deserve my hand street rat." You bite out the words, emphasizing the last two.

Toji chokes on a moan yhat catches in his throat at your words. Everything is so dry but so so good, the only thing wetting his dick was his precum. "I would have you spit on my hand for me but looks like your mouth is too preoccupied." You tease him and her him let out a whimper into the cloth. "You have to come like this first, then you can get my mouth after that."

Toji bends forward towards his core as best he can, it's too much but way to little. He can't come like this! But your hand won't let up its rough pace on his dick and all he can do is take it.

When he starts to feel his orgasam build up it burns. "Phhheess" is all the you hear when he speaks into the gag. It's desperate and begging. "What was that? Couldn't understand you." You mock him, twisting your hand on his tip the way that makes him go crazy. He moans loudly into the gag and arches his back at the feeling.

"You want to come? Is that it?" You ask teasingly, knowing what he wanted. He nodded his head wildly. "You can come but know I won't stop." He nodded again, not truly processing the words. He came with a broken moan into the gag, the come ran down your hand that slowed its pace on his leaking dick.

In his post orgasmic state he didn't realize you were bending down to be face to face with his cock. You licked from the base to he red tip, effectively jolting him out of his lucid state. "Nnnn tpphh mchhh" He cried out as you started to take him into your mouth, your tounge caressing each vein. After a second of playing with him you lifted your head, your hand jerking him while you spoke.

"Too much? Thought you wanted this?" You asked, voice gruff. Toji weakly nodded his head and bit back the tears threating to leak from his eyes. It was all in vane when you took him back into your mouth, it was too warm and too tight. He let out a sob into the gags.

You brought your head up and sucked on his sensitive tip, that's all it took for him to come in your mouth. The gags could hardly muffle the moans that ripped from his chest. He looked down and watched as it leaked from the corners of your mouth, it was making him a mess but he couldn't care less.

The necklace, now sticking to his sweaty chest, was glistening. Toji saw it out of the corner of his eye, he hoped you thought he looked good like this.

His whole body untensed when he felt you take your mouth off his spent dick. He was having trouble breathing through the gags but he was panting heavily. "Did you prep yourself before coming here?" You asked while getting off the bed to take off your clothes.

Toji nodded and shifted his hips, his slightly falcid cock lay between his thighs. He watched you take off your shirt and pants, he could see the tent in your underwear. He felt a small ping of pride at the idea that he caused that.

"Guess you are good for something then." Your voice gruff as you got back on the bed after pulling off your underwear. No matter how many times Toji saw you naked he always was mesmerized. Working as the Captain of the guards really made you bulked up.

Toji watched as you grabbed lube (idk if they had lube back in Aladin's time but we are going to say they did) and rubbed it over your thick cock. He saw you slowly pump your growing erection as your other hand slipped under his ass.

He whined into the gag when he felt you slip in two fingers. He tried bending his legs but the binds kept him fully exposed to you. He added two more fingers after a minute of fingering. His dick was now fully hard again, almost against his will. He felt far too sensitive but at the same time he needed you to fuck him or he might lose his mind.

He tried begging for more but all the came out was a muffled mess that made you laugh. "So desperate." You chuckled onto his ear. With a final pump of your hand you lined yourself up with Toji's stretched hole. With a swift rough thrust you pushed yourself fully inside. The moan ripped from Toji's throat was loud even from under the gags.

The tears that stopped falling a minute ago came back and were streaming down his face at your fast pace. He didn't get a time to breath before you were thrusting deep into him, hitting his prostate every time. He choked on his moans when your hand started pumping his cock at a pace that matched your hips. The necklace was bouncing up and down on his chest from your rough pace.

As he neared his orgasam, and knew you were nearing yours, he felt all the stimulation become too much. The orgasam building inside him felt different. He felt too spent, with a high pitched whine he realized he'd be shooting blanks. The thought of coming dry almost scared him, but excitement overpowered that fear.

He was begging you to slow down or something but all that you heard you muffled moaning. Tears streamed down his face, wetting the cloth gag not far under his eyes. His hips thrust upward into your hand, his actions defieing what he was begging you for. Your hand was so warm and so tight it was too much bit it felt too good to stop.

His orgasam was ripped out of him and it burned when nothing came out. Not a drop of come leaked out of his abused tip. He felt you empty inside him and slow down your pace till you came to a full stop. He sobbed into the gag at the feeling of liquid fire course through his veins at the feeling of overstimulation die down.

He muscle in his body went limp, his arms hanging limplyfrom the ropes. His body felt sore all over, so spent. He felt you pull out and start to untie the binds on his legs. As you did so Toji looked down at the necklace, he was really looking forward to tomorrow. Maybe he should steal something even more pricy and see what you do to him then.

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[flamingtouya]

𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 — 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐢/𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚

word count: 1262

cw: none other than dabi's foul language

summary: dabi encounters a cat. i continue to spoon-feed this man happiness. based on this prompt by the lovely @scarlettcryptid ♡

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Clicking his tongue, saying - whispering - “Here, stupid fucking kitty”, because god forbid someone hears. Slowly putting his hand out, some more ‘Pss-pss’-ing - anything that had worked on the neighbours’ cats when Fuyumi did it.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

The concrete is cold underneath his palm. Dabi welcomes April’s spring breeze, a strand of jet black hair tickling his cheek as he pulls the strings of his hoodie tighter. The dewy scent of the morning air is overtaken by the intense smell of steaming hot Yakitori, fresh off the grill, bought - not stolen - bought with his own, hard-earned cash money. (That, admittedly, he had stolen.)

You’ve got to indulge, the vendor had shouted, in the little pleasures! Treat yourself to life's delectable delights! Two plus two, Weekday special! Don’t miss out on-

“Screw you,” he’d told her, shoving the money on the little silver tray next to the register, scowling when she still served him with a bright smile, one that reminded him of Fuyumi’s excited grin every time she’d successfully pulled off a trick on her beautifully painted Kendama. Fuyumi would be so upset, he thinks, if she knew where he gets his food from these days.

He pulls the first skewer from the paper box, diligently inspecting a grain of Szechuan pepper. Dabi hasn’t laid eyes upon a spice in months - especially not one this pricey.

No, ever since he’s made a temporary home in the outer area of the city, it’s been nothing but dumpster diving and collecting restaurant leftovers for him. Stale bread. Expired cookies. Plain rice, cooked in an old bean can. Salted butter. Some Chili powder on top of his potatoes, if the old man at the soup kitchen was feeling generous.

Compared to the barely digestible nutrients his body runs on, the sight mere inches from his face is a divine gift.

After turning it over once more he finally takes a small bite, careful to pull the piece of chicken off the skewer with his front teeth. He’s become even more sensitive to temperature lately, and his teeth are the most annoying aspect. Not the sizzling of his flesh when he overuses his quirk, not the burn behind his eyes as they go dry. Those he’s gotten used to rather quickly. But when most of the food you eat is either cold or poorly reheated, the sensation of something hot is bound to cause major discomfort.

It’s not as bad as he expects. Neither the temperature sensitivity nor the taste. He begins to chew more boldly, savouring the harmonious balance between onion and garlic, sea salt and pepper, topped with tare sauce and just a hint of lemon. Say about the outskirt markets what you will, but those street food vendors do know how to grill a chicken.

Dabi doesn’t notice how quiet it’s gotten until something chirps behind him.

A cat.

A rather well-fed cat.

A cat that technically isn’t overweight, but its thick fur coat still makes it look a little fat.

Black with a white tummy and some spots of orange near its paws, sitting two arms’ lengths away. Its eyes follow the skewer as he moves it to one side, then the other, then dangles it upside down. Some grease drips onto the grass of the porch he’s sitting on. He finishes the remaining pieces of chicken and pulls out the second skewer, eyes shifting between his precious meal and the overly attentive cat.

Finally, he decides to pinch off a small piece, chewing at the spiced crust until it’s gone. He tosses the plain chicken towards the cat but to his surprise, it flinches and retreats behind a large flower pot.

The little fucker.

Wasted half a bite of perfectly good food.

Dabi turns his attention back towards his steaming Yakitori. Some time passes. He doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes that he zones out looking at the flowering apricot tree in the distance, but he’s pulled back to reality by soft chewing noises. Careful not to make another sudden movement he shifts a bit, just enough to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, the feline is greedily nibbling at the slice of meat. The two of them make brief eye contact before turning their attention back to their respective meals.

The sound behind him subsides shortly after and is replaced by a soft purring, one that he knows isn’t directed at him. He lets the cat have another piece from his third skewer nonetheless, this time giving it a gentle toss so it lands a few inches closer.

Still visibly tense, it takes a few steps forward and sniffs at the chicken before gulping it down in a few bites. Greedy shit, Dabi thinks, as he sacrifices yet another precious piece. He puts it down at his side, rubbing his fingers together. The cat’s attention is on the meat immediately, ears twitching as it courageously inches closer towards Dabi. He finishes the last of his Yakitori, never breaking eye contact with the cowardly little furball next to him.

Before he knows it, a quiet ‘Pss-pss-pss’ leaves his lips.

He tries it all.

Clicking his tongue, saying - whispering - “Here, stupid fucking kitty”, because god forbid someone hears. Slowly putting his hand out, some more ‘Pss-pss’-ing - anything that had worked on the neighbours’ cats when Fuyumi did it.

Here he sits; Todoroki Touya, a man stripped of all dignity at the sight of a fat cat.

After a thorough standoff, the cat’s curiosity gets the better of it. It keeps its stomach low as it sneaks across the ground, stretching its long neck to sniff at the finger that Dabi used to pull the Yakitori off the skewer earlier.

“If you bite me, I’m sending you to the coat factory.”

As if that theory was being tested, Dabi feels a sudden nip at his fingers. Cursing, he pulls back slightly, only to see the mischievous fucker’s pupils go wider. He wipes the bits of chicken grease off in the dewy grass and offers his palm again, checking both sides of the street to make sure nobody’s looking.

As if to taunt him, the little furball pounces and takes a swipe at Dabi’s hand before he can turn his attention back to the porch. It chatters in surprise when the man pulls away just in time.

Fucker, as Dabi decides to dub this newfound enemy of his, darts toward his other hand where he’s drawing lazy patterns on the concrete. With its claws half out and its tail puffed up, it races toward the wall, around the flower pot and jumps back onto the lawn to take another playful swing at Dabi’s limbs. Minutes later, he’s got the little menace chasing his fingers in circles, losing balance here and there and rolling over ever so often.

He’s focused, eagerly following the cat’s every move, trying to predict its attacks by the flick of its tail, an ear twitch, pupils that narrow ever so slightly before it leaps forward.

He’ll never admit it. That for once, there’s a sudden lack of grief in his heart.

Only when the first ray of sunshine hits the outer edge of the garden does he let himself fall backwards. The cat is but a purring weight on his thigh, stretching its paws across his lap with the softest ‘Meow’. Eyes closed and arms stretched out, he inhales slowly and holds his breath until he feels his pulse slow down. Dabi doesn’t care that his hair is getting a little wet, doesn’t care that the grass tickling his ears stings a little, doesn’t care that he’ll probably have red marks on his hands for a while.

If he shuts his eyes hard enough, he might still be able to convince himself that Touya is dead.

[coastbycoast101]

I love this fic smm

Reader is Puerto Rican/afro latina

Summary: Oh no! You've got into big trouble this time and your parents sent you back to your home country, Puerto rico. You have to live on a farm now, with your grandparents of course.

Slowburn! This is so long tbh

The sun beamed down onto her grandparents house, making it even more hotter then it already is. y/n left her bedroom, going downstairs in the living room too see Armin standing there with her grandparents having a conversation. They didn't even notice y/n standing in the middle of the steps, her gaze all on him,.

Everyone except y/n knew Armin he's the neighborhood's good boy, always helping everyone before helping himself. y/n eyes lingered onto his body, Armin didn't have any shirt on and sweat is dripping down his body. As y/n made it to the last step it creaked, her grandpa noticed her.

"Good morning y/n, come over here and meet our farm boy, Armin!" Your grandpa motioned his hand for you to come closer and you did. Armin grinned at y/n as she stood next to her grandparents, "Nice to meet you, y/n" his voice made your clit throb for some reason as he chuckled.

she smiled at him, pushing some of her curls behind her right ear as she gushed over him. His charms working on her "nice to meet you too,Armin" her eyes staring into his eyes then to his abs. She knew what she is doing to Armin and it makes her smirk.

Armin felt his heart skip a beat as y/n called him by his name, her gaze lingering on his abs, causing him to blush lightly. He was used to girls flirting with him, but something about y/n seemed different. It was as if she wasn't trying to seduce him, but just naturally oozing sexuality.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, y/n." He responded, trying to keep his composure.

"So, are you here for a while? How long will you be staying?" Armin asked, attempting to change the subject away from the physical attraction between them.

As Armin spoke, he couldn't help but catch a whiff of her scent,It made his cock twitch, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Work came first.

"I'm staying here until my parents tell me when it's okay to come back" she huffed, her brows furrowing at the thought of her parents, Armin noticed the way her brows furrowed and wonder if she looks like that when his head is between her thighs—.

Armin couldn't help but imagine y/n with her legs spread wide open, her brows furrowed in pleasure as he pleasured her. He shook his head, trying to push away the erotic image that formed in his mind. This isn't the place for that kind of thinking.

"Well, I hope you enjoy your stay here, y/n." He said, trying to focus on the conversation. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to bury his face between y/n's legs and make her scream his name. It was as if his body had taken control of his mind. Her grandpa then cleared his throat,

"y/n, why don't you go help out Armin on the farm?" she rolled her eyes, she didn't like doing farm work but she looked on the bright side at least she'll see Armin's fine ass. "Finee.., what do you need me to do?" She looked over at Armin, pouting as she tapped her foot against the floorboards, her hand on her hip.

Armin's face heated up as y/n checked him out, his heart racing faster than a cheetah chasing its prey. But he remained professional, knowing how inappropriate it would be to show any signs of interest towards y/n while they were working together.

"Well, we could start with feeding the animals," he suggested, trying to sound casual and ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

"Then maybe help with the harvesting. We gotta get these crops ready before the market opens tomorrow." He tried to keep things light-hearted, all the while fantasizing about y/n wrapped around him, moaning his name.

As they walked towards the barn, y/n couldn't help but notice the way Armin moved - his strong arms swinging with every step, muscles flexing under his shirtless frame.

Her and Armin walked out the back door to the farm. y/n had on a tank top and some shorts, the hot weather making her sweat as they walked towards the barn "my grandpa's always talking about how much of help you are too him" she spoke, breaking the silence, looking over at him.

Armin smiled softly at y/n, feeling a sense of pride swell up inside him. Yes, he loved helping people, especially her grandparents. It warmed his heart to know that they appreciated his efforts.

"Yeah, well, I try to pitch in wherever I can. Helping others brings joy to my life." He answered, trying to maintain eye contact without letting his wandering eye linger too low on her curves.

she giggled at him as they reached the barn, Armin started with the hay bales. "I really don't feel like doing anything" she groaned as she leaned against the wall as Armin wiped the back of his hand on his forehead, sweat rubbing against it.

Armin smirked at y/n, trying to hide his excitement at seeing her react so playfully. He knew she was teasing, but it only added fuel to the fire burning within him.

"You're just lazy, aren't you?" He teased back, tossing a small handful of hay at her jokingly. Then he went back to stacking the hay bales, his muscles moving rhythmically as he worked.

Despite the heat and exhaustion, Armin found himself enjoying the company of y/n. Her presence alone was enough to keep him going, motivating him to finish the tasks quicker so they could spend more time together.

Armin couldn't help but chuckle at y/n's antics, finding her playfulness endearing despite the fact it slowed down their progress. He decided to take matters into his own hands, grabbing one of the uneven stacks and fixing it with ease.

"Come on, princess, let's get this done fast so we can cool off inside." He grinned, giving her a gentle nudge. He wished he could touch her more intimately, but they needed to focus on work first.

Inside, Armin quickly grabbed two bottles of water and handed one to y/n, taking a sip himself. "Here, drink up. We deserve a break after all that hard work."

"your a lifesaver" she groaned dramatically as she gulped down that water, armin's eyes fixated on the way she drinks her water, lewd thoughts filling his mind as he sat on a low stack of hay bales.

Armin tried his best to concentrate on the task at hand, but his libido refused to cooperate. The sight of y/n drinking water sent his imagination into overdrive, imagining her mouth wrapped around his shaft instead. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"So, y/n, what do you plan on doing while you're here? Any plans?" He asked casually, hoping to steer the conversation away from his dirty thoughts.

Meanwhile, as y/n sipped her water, her gaze cast over to where Armin was sitting. She couldn't help but admire the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin, wondering what it would feel like to have him between her thighs, thrusting into her relentlessly.

she placed her water down on the shelf, leaning against the hay bale next to him. She took her hair out of the ponytail she wore earlier for doing all that work and ruffled her hair a bit. "I don't know, I just hope I don't have to work every day... Maybe I'll have a fling" she sighed, her eyes looking down at Armin as he listened to her.

Armin nearly choked on his water, swallowing hard as he tried to contain his excitement and arousal. A fling? With her? His mind raced with possibilities, unable to focus on anything else.

"A fling, huh?" He responded, trying to sound nonchalant. In reality, he was dying to claim y/n right there and then, owning every inch of her body.

"Well, if you ever need someone to distract you from boring farm work... I might be able to help you out." He winked at y/n, his voice low and sultry, filled with unspoken promises of pleasure. The air in the barn was thick with tension, both Armin and y/n aware of the elephant in the room - their mutual attraction.

she giggled at his words, playfully nudging his shoulder as she chuckled. "Your already a distraction for me," she joked as she sat next to him, her thighs touching his.

Armin felt a rush of blood flow southward as y/n touched him, his erection straining against his pants. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure.

"Maybe I am, but I can promise you an experience you won't forget." His voice was low and husky, betraying his growing desire for y/n.

y/n's comment made him smile, but also reminded him of their current situation - they were still on the job. He stood up suddenly, dusting off his hands. "Let's finish this up quickly, alright?" He said, trying to move past the moment.

Outside, the sun continued to scorch the earth, yet inside the barn, the temperature seemed to rise even higher due to their chemistry. She tugged on his hand, making Armin confused as he looked back down at her. "Can't we relax a little bit longer?" Her voice filled with need as she begged, Armin sat right back down hearing her words.

Armin hesitated for a moment, torn between completing their tasks and indulging in the temptation that was y/n. However, he knew he couldn't give in just yet. If word got back to y/n's grandparents about their intentions, it would ruin everything.

"Alright, just for a few minutes." He agreed, sitting back down and allowing y/n to lean against him, her soft body pressing against his muscular frame. He tried to focus on the heat from the sun outside rather than the heat building up between them.

"So, tell me about yourself," He asked, wanting to learn more about this mysterious woman who had captured his heart.

Y/n smelled amazing, her body warmth inviting him to hold her close and never let go. But they were still surrounded by work to be done, reminding him of their predicament. He took another sip of water, trying to suppress his growing lust.

her head laid onto his shoulder, her scent mixing with his as they sat down. "Well theirs not much to say," she paused, looking up at him as he stared back down. Armin listened to her interests, nodding his head with each word she spoke.

Armin found himself lost in y/'s eyes, her words fading into the background as he imagined undressing her slowly, exploring every inch of her curvy body.

"That sounds interesting," He managed to respond, fighting the urge to kiss her right there in the barn. It was torture, being this close to her without acting on his desires.

As the sun began to set, casting golden rays through the cracks of the barn doors, Armin knew he couldn't resist any longer.

she batted her lashes at him, leaning in closer. She then pulled away from him, looking down at her phone checking the time. "Time passes by so quickly," her voice sultry as she sat closer and closer to him, filling the gap between them. Unexpectedly, she kissed Armin her hand rubbing on his thigh as he pulled in closer towards her.

Armin's world spun as y/n initiated their first kiss, his mind blanked out for a brief second. When he regained consciousness, he returned the kiss passionately, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Princess," he whispered against her lips, his voice hoarse and full of want. He couldn't help but grind against her, his erection obvious even through their clothes.

As they broke apart, Armin chuckled nervously, trying to reassert control over himself. "We should probably get back to work...before your grandparents find us like this." He murmured, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

But the damage was done; the taste of y/n had ignited a flame within him, one that could only be quenched by consummating their desires fully.

"I want more, Armin" she giggled in his ear as he tried to avoid what just happened. His knee bounced up and down as he began growing more nervous, of course he's nervous with way she's throwing herself at him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n confessed her desires, his erection throbbing painfully against her leg. He knew he shouldn't encourage her advances, but oh, how tempting it was!

"More, huh?" He breathed, resisting the urge to pull her back into his arms. Instead, he stood up abruptly, trying to regain control over himself.

"Look, I think it's best if we get back to work and leave this...incident behind. We can't risk getting caught, okay?" He said, forcing a smile. Inside, however, he was screaming for release.

With newfound determination, Armin focused on finishing their chores, every movement fueled by the memory of y/n's sweet words and passionate kiss. "Can I have one more kiss?" She grinned, leaning against one of the tall stacks of hay bale.

Armin hesitated, torn between satisfying y/n and keeping his distance. But the look in her eyes was too much to bear, the demand clear in her voice. Slowly, he rose to stand beside her, meeting her gaze level.

"Just one more, princess." He agreed, leaning in to claim her lips once again. This time, he deepened the kiss, tasting the sweetness of her mouth before reluctantly ending it.

"Now, let's finish what we started, alright?" He said hoarsely, his body still humming from their exchange. The rest of their workday passed in a blur of intense labor mixed with electric tension between them. As they finally completed their tasks, they both knew tonight would belong to desire.

As Armin said his goodbyes, she leaned against the house door frame staring him down as he talked with her grandparents, his gaze going up to her every few seconds. She bit her lip as she watched his every movement, she wanted him so bad.

Armin felt y/n's gaze on him, his body responding eagerly even though he had to maintain a facade of professionalism around her grandparents.

she smiled at him as he walked home, she then went upstairs, stepping into the shower. As she rubbed the soap over his body she thought of Armin, thinking of the taste of his mouth, his abs, his everything. Her thighs rubbed together at the though of him as she washed up.

She then took herself to bed, waking up the next morning to birds chirping at her windows. Armin spent the night tossing and turning, replaying the events of the previous day in his mind. Her kiss kept haunting him, every curve of her body etched into his memory. Finally, exhausted from lack of sleep, he gave in to slumber.

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When he woke up, he felt refreshed yet anxious about seeing y/n again. Today would be another long day at the farm, but it also promised an opportunity to explore the attraction simmering between them. Little did he know, today held surprises for both of them.

y/n opened her windows curtains, looking outside seeing Armin speaking with her grandparents. Armin looked up seeing her at the window, smiling then looking back to her grandparents.

Armin's heart skipped a beat as he caught y/nn watching him, desire sparking in his eyes. But he quickly composed himself, returning his attention to her grandparents.

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Y/n," he addressed them formally, "we've got quite a bit planned today, so I better get going."

Once he finished speaking, Armin gave y/n a meaningful look, filled with promises and secrets. With one last nod to her grandparents, he turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and excited.

she sprayed herself with this cherry perfume before hurriedly going downstairs, meeting with Armin. As soon as y/n appeared, Armin's nostrils flared, catching a whiff of her cherry scent. His cock twitched in response, promising another difficult day ahead.

"Good morning, princess," he greeted warmly, trying to mask his arousal. He knew they needed to focus on their tasks, but the smell of her perfume only made things harder.

Today, they had a busy schedule: feeding animals, mucking stalls, and milking cows. Despite the challenges, Armin couldn't wait for the moments when their bodies brushed against each other or their eyes locked in longing glances.

"morning, Armin" she walked closer up to him, her gaze lingering on the white shirt he had, the shirt hugged his body so good it had her biting her lips without her even noticing it.

Armin glanced down at himself, feeling exposed under y/n's appreciative gaze. Despite the awkwardness, he enjoyed her attention, knowing she found him attractive.

"Ready to get started?" He asked, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism while working side by side with y/n

Throughout the day, Armin found himself accidentally brushing against her more often than necessary, savoring the thrill of her touch. Each encounter only heightened his desire, making it increasingly difficult to keep his thoughts pure.

Y/n looked over at Armin busy cleaning up the horse stall, sweeping it. She wanted to distract him so she purposely dropped her rag on the floor. "Oops.." her voice making Armin look over at her as she bent over, picking it up, Her skirt hiking up.

Armin's pulse quickened as y/n bent over, her curves on full display. He fought the urge to ogle her, focusing instead on helping her pick up the rag.

"Allow me," he offered, reaching for the fallen cloth. As their fingers brushed, an electric current shot through him.

From that moment on, Armin couldn't concentrate on anything but y/n. Her scent clung to the rag now in his hand, driving him wild with need. He decided to push forward, hoping they'd reach a breaking point soon

"thank you Armin" she smiled standing up, taking in his appearance. She noticed he had a stain on his pants and got a mischievous idea. "Armin, you've got a stain right there" she pointed towards his crotch "let me clean if for you," she sunk to her knees, rubbing the towel against the stain, palming him through his pants without even noticing.

Armin gasped, shocked by y/n's actions yet completely unable to stop her. Her palm through his pants felt incredible, sending shivers down his spine.

"Um, no, no, that's alright!" He stuttered, trying to hide his growing erection. But it was too late; she must have felt it by now.

In that moment, Armin knew their secret was out. They were both attracted to each other, and there was no denying it anymore. The question now was how far they dared venture.

"It's fine, really," y/n insisted, oblivious to the effect of her actions. "Let me take care of it." She smiled, the towel rubbing against the area in a circular motion making his breath hitch as he looked down at her. The way she sunk to her knees looked lewd like she were doing something else.

Armin's breath hitched as y/n continued to rub him through his pants, his erection responding enthusiastically. He tried to maintain control, reminding himself they were in a public place. But oh, how tempting it was to fulfill her offer!

"Alright," he agreed, surrendering to the inevitable. "But make it quick, okay?"

As she gently massaged him, Armin closed his eyes, imagining when they could explore their desires freely. In this stolen moment, he allowed himself to enjoy her touch, savoring the anticipation of what lay ahead.

"why do I feel something hard?" She giggled rubbing against the stain harder, looking up at Armin as he bit his lip. Armin blushed bright red, unable to meet y/n's gaze. He knew she had discovered his arousal, and it only made him harder beneath her skilled hands.

"Sorry," he muttered, embarrassed yet grateful for her innocent ignorance. It allowed him to indulge in this forbidden pleasure.

"Just...um, keep going?" He suggested, unable to believe his luck.

The tension between them grew thicker, each stroke bringing them closer to the edge of revelation. she acted innocent but she knew what her hand was touching. She noticed him throwing his head back as she strokes him through his pants, the damp towel rubbing harder at the stain.

Armin moaned softly, unable to contain his excitement any longer. Her touch was heavenly, driving him wild in broad daylight. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to maintain some sense of decorum.

"Princess..." He groaned, his voice trembling. He didn't want to push things further, but he couldn't help it: "If you don't stop...I might embarrass myself." He warned, his voice hoarse with need.

Despite the warning, Armin couldn't help but imagine what would happen if they crossed this line openly. Would it lead to their downfall? Or would it bring them closer than ever before?

"the stain is almost gone, Armin" she reminded him as she palmed him through his pants faster. Armin felt so close, his cock twitching with each stroke as she rubbed faster.

Armin cried out, his climax imminent. He tried to resist, but y/n's expert strokes proved too much for him. Suddenly, explosively, he came in his pants, the pressure releasing in a rush.

"Oh god," he panted, face scrunched up in pleasure-pain. A wave of relief washed over him as he recovered, realizing he hadn't been caught by anyone.

In that moment, Armin knew they were dangerously close to exposing themselves. Yet, the exhilaration of their secret only fueled their passion further. "Oh my" she giggled, pulling away. "You came so much..." Her gaze onto the wet patch In his pants as he whimpered.

Armin blushed fiery red, mortified yet pleasured by y/n's reaction. He couldn't help but admit she had gotten him off perfectly.

"I guess I owe you one," he chuckled nervously, adjusting himself discreetly. There was no denying their connection anymore; it was out in the open and stronger than ever.

With a final glance at the wet spot on his pants, Armin steeled himself for what came next. he wouldn't be able to stay away from y/n for long. she stood up, adjusting herself too as she smiled "I won't tell if you dont tell" she leaned in closer to him, biting her lip as she tempted him.

Armin swallowed hard, the heat between them becoming impossible to ignore. Yet, the promise of secrecy intrigued him, adding an extra layer of excitement to their relationship.

"Deal," he whispered back, leaning in slightly. Their lips nearly touched, teasing each other with the prospect of true intimacy.

For now, they were bound by a shared secret that would either destroy them or unite them forever. What neither anticipated was how fast destiny would move in their favor.

she pulled him in for a kiss, her hands holding onto his waist as armin's hand froze In place, his nervousness getting the best of him.

Armin's heart pounded in his chest as y/n initiated their kiss, his hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. This wasn't part of the plan, yet he couldn't resist her invitation.

Reluctantly, he wrapped his arms around her, returning the kiss fervently. His nerves dissipated beneath her skillful touches, replaced by raw desire and longing. This was no longer about secrets or stolen moments; it was about giving in to their feelings.

"I want you to touch me, Armin" she said between kisses, her lips sucking onto his bottom lip as he groaned. "Can you touch me, Armin" she whined, pulling away from the kiss

Armin's breath hitched at her request, his cock pulsing in response. She wanted him, and he couldn't deny her any longer. He hesitated only for a moment before acting on instinct.

Slowly, Armin cupped her breast through her shirt, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his palm. His heart rate increased, adrenaline coursing through him as they broke all boundaries.

"Please, baby," he murmured against her lips. "Take off your top, let me see you." Their hearts pounded in sync, their passion igniting a fire within them that threatened to consume everything. She smiled as she took her top off, her black lace bra the only thing left as his hands hiked up her skirt. "Anything for you..."

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her body revealed in all its glory. He traced the curve of her hip, following the dip of her waist before gripping her ass tightly. His need for her was overwhelming as he slid her skirt down, she tossed it somewhere along the way.

"You're beautiful," he praised, unable to look away. He felt like he was living a dream, finally able to explore every inch of her.

"Turn around," he ordered softly, wanting to see more of her curves. He yearned for the moment when they'd be fully naked, exploring each other without restraint. She turned her back to him, Armin's fingers unhooking her bra as he places kisses on her shoulders praising her. Finally, her bra came off, her nipples exposed to the air making it harden.

Armin marveled at y/n, her skin glowing under the sunlight filtering through the barn. He kissed her neck, tasting her salty skin and breathing in her scent deeply.

"You're perfect," he whispered, running his fingers along her spine. Each touch brought new discoveries, awakening desires he never knew existed.

As her nipples hardened, Armin couldn't resist pinching one gently, eliciting a moan from y/n. Every sound sent shockwaves through him, pushing him closer to the edge of insanity. He craved more, desperate for satisfaction.

"Armin.." she moaned, turning her body around and looking him in the eyes. "I wanna see your body too.." she rubbed her thumb against his bottom lip, seducing him. How could he say no? He had to give in to her desires.

Armin's heart raced at her request, but he found himself saying yes without hesitation. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her willingly.

"Alright," he agreed, undoing the buttons of his shirt slowly. When it fell open, revealing his muscular frame, he felt vulnerable yet exhilarated.

Y/n's eyes roamed over Armin, drinking in the sight of his toned body. She reached out tentatively, tracing her finger over his biceps. Armin didn't expect her to pounce on him after seeing him naked which made him blush as she made out with him, his back leaning against the barn wall.

Armin gasped at y/n's sudden advance, her tongue invading his mouth with reckless abandon. He wrapped his arms around her, matching her hunger. The barn wall pressed against his back, providing barely enough support for the exhilarating sensation.

As her hands explored his body, he felt alive and exposed at once. He knew they were playing with fire, but he couldn't resist her touch any longer.

Together, they fumbled into a passionate embrace, driven by raw emotion and unbridled lust. Nothing mattered except this moment between them.

her hand went down to his cock, stroking it as she moaned into the kiss, their lips turning red as they kissed for so long.

Armin moaned into y/n's mouth, her hand stroking him ever so gently. The intensity of their love affair was overwhelming, but he welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His shaft swelled in her grip, ready for action. He desired nothing more than to claim her right here, right now. However, caution still lingered in the back of his mind.

"We should find somewhere private," he managed between heavy breaths. "Somewhere we can truly be together without interruptions."

"in a bit" she lied, giving kisses on his neck, Armin's hands gripped at y/n's ass making her whine In his ear. Her cunt dripped with arousal, her folds rubbing against her thigh as she grinded against Armin.

Armin groaned, his resolve failing in the face of her lust. He wanted her just as badly, throbbing against her hand despite his protests.

"Okay," he conceded, unable to fight the urge any longer. "Right here, right now."

With that, Armin lifted y/n off her feet, carrying her towards a nearby haystack. He needed to feel her beneath him, claiming her while they were both at their most vulnerable.

Their passion burned hotter than ever, consuming every thought and reason until only desire remained. Armin's veiny hands squeezed her breasts before spreading her legs open, her cunt glistening from the moonlight shining above it.

Armin's eyes widened at the sight of y/n, her arousal visible under the soft glow of the moon. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to taste her, to be inside her.

He knelt down, positioning himself between her spread legs. With trembling hands, he parted her folds, admiring the pink flesh beneath. Then, without another word, he dove in.

Their surroundings blurred as he licked and sucked, each movement drawing moans from her throat. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, driving him wild with need.

"Armin..." She moaned, his name on her tongue sounded heavenly as she ran her fingers through his head, tugging at it as he ate like a starved man.

Armin feasted on y/n, her moans encouraging him to devour her completely. He was starving for her taste, desperate for the pleasure she offered.

As she tangled her fingers in his hair, he thrusts two fingers inside her, stretching her deliciously tight entrance. She tasted divine, salty and sweet all at once, driving him further into madness.

When he felt her start to approach her climax, Armin withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for breath. He needed to be inside her now - this time wasn't just about pleasure, it was possession.

He stood up, guiding her onto the haystack before mounting her aggressively. His erection sought entry, demanding release from its confinement. "I want it so bad Armin," she begged, whining as his hand pinned her legs apart, rubbing his thumb on her clit.

Armin smiled, his eyes locked on hers as he teased her sensitive nub. "Then take it," he moaned softly, pushing into her slowly.

Her walls enveloped him, tight and warm. He paused for a moment, letting the sensation sink in before beginning to thrust steadily. Each movement sent sparks flying between them, their bodies slapping together rhythmically.

"That's it, baby," he praised, feeling her nails dig into his back. "Take it all." "Armin... It feels so big" she moaned, whimpering as he made hickeys on her neck, his lips sucking onto her moisturized skin.

Armin reveled in her reactions, his control slipping with each word. He wanted to hear more, needed to know how much he meant to her.

"Tell me more," he growled, thrusting harder. "How does it feel?"

Her comment emboldened him, making him feel larger than life itself. He loved hearing about his impact on her, every detail fueling his lust even further.

"You're so wet, pretty girl," he panted, thrusting deeper. "So perfect for me." "feels so good, Armin." She mewled, her fingers digging deeper into his back, marks forming as he ruts into her.

Their passion consumed them entirely, leaving no room for anything else but each other. Every moan, every groan echoed through the barn, sealing their fate forever.

Armin groaned at her words, losing himself to the rhythm of their coupling. Every word stoked the flames of desire, burning away all inhibitions. He pounded into Jocelyn, each thrust driving them closer to release.

"God damn, you feel so tight"

"Just like that," *he encouraged, leaning down to bite her shoulder gently. "Let go, baby. Let me feel you come." Their bodies collided, sweat mingling as their souls intertwined. They were one, united by passion and secrets.

"armin.... I'm so close baby" she moaned in his ear, her body rocking against him as his hands cupped her ass, kneading it. Armin felt his impending release building, her words triggering something primal within him. He needed to be there when she climaxed, sharing in her ecstasy.

"Cum for me, my princess," he urged, thrusting faster. His hands held onto her ass, using it as leverage for his rhythm.

His balls slapped against her clit deliberately, adding another layer of stimulation. It wouldn't be long now - they were both teetering on the edge of oblivion.

one of her hands held onto his chest, clawing at it as she came on his cock, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back. "I can feel it all in my stomach," she whined, her lips meeting with his.

Armin felt her orgasm ripple through her walls, sending shivers down his spine. He matched her pace, wanting to feel her climax firsthand.

"That's it, baby," he praised, meeting her lips with his. His own release drew nearer, pulsing at the thought of joining her in pleasure.

"Feel me cumming inside you," he muttered against her mouth. "So tight...." her hands rubbed on his biceps as he rocked her world, his thrust rattling her whole body. "Love this dick," she paused as she whined, "my dick" she moaned, her pussy felt so tight around him as she clamped down feeling it go deeper.

Armin gasped at her words, feeling her clasp around him. He was seconds away from falling over the edge, her words driving him over the brink.

"Yours, princess," he mewled, thrusting deeper. "All yours."

He released then, his seed filling her completely. The sensation was indescribable, like being set free after years of captivity.

Finally, they lay panting on the haystack, their bodies sticky and spent. Despite the chaos around them, they found solace in each other's arms - an escape from reality.

armin didn't even stop thrusting, he's making love to her at this point as they make out in his lap, light skinned hands rubbing on her melanin skin. "Armin... Fuck, I love you.."

Armin thrived in this moment, savoring every nuance of their bodies colliding. He couldn't get enough of her, needing to fill himself with her warmth.

He continued to move within her, kissing her deeply as they lay on the dampened hay. Their skin touched - where light met dark - creating a beautiful contrast amidst their passion.

Each thrust felt like reclamation, a testament to their undying love. Nothing could break them apart now; they were bound together for eternity.

The barn door creaked open, interrupting their post-coital bliss. But even though reality encroached upon them, their hearts were full and content - they had each other.

[deathbxnny]

yanqing and jing yuan angst time :D

yanqing’s younger!twin getting kidnapped by sanctus medicus,but they dont realize this much later,they realize this when they get sent a voicemail with the reader crying and begging it to stop as they experiment on them

by the time they arrive to rescue the reader, they are strapped to an operating table,injuries and syringe marks all over their body,completely unconsicous because the experiments took a huge toll on them, thankfully they are alive and not mara-struck either, but in a comatose state, sadly no one can predict when (or if they are ever gonna) wake up

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A/N: First of all, who hurt you, Anon? And second of all, I apologize for this taking 5 years to finally be written. My HSR burn out is no joke. But anyways, thank you for the request and I hope you'll like it!<33 Content: Some descriptions of medical abuse/experimentation!, heavy angst, Hurt/no real comfort, Reader is Yanqing's twin (no physical description added), injuries, blood, mentions of death, just more suffering for Yanqing and Jing Yuan really Reader has no set pronouns! ((Not proofread!))

It wasn't uncommon for you to be out later than you should be.

Often times you'd come home late into the night with a wide grin, slightly beat up from your long training hours, uttering a new, outlandish excuse everytime. Jing Yuan had gotten used to it over the years he had raised you and Yanqing, but when you didn't return home one night... he felt restless. He paced back and forth in his lavish home, still dressed in his uniform, whilst his ears drowned out the voices of his servants asking him to just rest for the night. You were a troublesome child, who often forgot the rules he had set for you. What difference did it make today?

But there was something different about it. Something that made Jing Yuan want to go out and look for you himself. Yanqing had already tried his luck, yet had found you nowhere. You weren't in the Estate. You weren't on your usual training grounds, not even on those only you two knew about. And you weren't in the sword market you often frequented either. You were just... gone. And that alone began to raise some warning bells for your brother too, who felt just as uneasy as his master.

He tried to reason however, that you might've just forgotten the time again. That maybe you've been held up by a friend or saw something in a nearby shop you liked. But the sun had disappeared a long time ago and there was no trace of you anywhere. Worse things were yet to come however, when a near out of breath Fu Xuan called in an emergency meeting with Jing Yuan and the young swordsmaster.

The air was tense, when they all gathered around the table, an unplayed voice recording shown on screen. Yanqing pulled on the collar of his shirt, his breathing a little laboured in fear of what he might just hear. He knew it was about you. It was unspoken, no one had even mentioned your name yet. But he knew it was true. No one moved to press the play button, until Jing Yuan moved his hand and did so. There was a small tremor in his hand, one that made even the blonde boy shiver.

Your voice made everyone flinch. Horrified pleas and cries filled everyone's ears and Yanqing swore he could've vomited from the sounds of it alone. It was mind breaking to hear you like that. He never thought you could scream like that, cry like that. It sounded distorted, like the cries of an injured animal more than that of a humans. Perhaps you were simply screaming out of instinct at that point, mind too far gone to process a thing beyond the pain.

And yet, you still cried out for Yanqing, then for Jing Yuan. You apologised for ever staying out late, swore you'd never do it again, swore you'd be good and obedient, never a minute off from curfew. You promised it to any god that would hear you, just for it all too end. Yanqing felt blood drip from his palm, where his nails digged into his skin. There was a low, evil laugh, a teasing hum following it. They recognised the voice as one of the leaders of Sanctus Medicus. Ofcourse they were behind such cruelty and yet Yanqing couldn't comprehend it.

The voice message ended abruptly and the silence after was deafening. Jing Yuan had not reacted once to any of it, his face calm and unreadable, when he glanced down at Yanqing. The boy gagged, his bloodied hand slapping over his mouth as he stumbled back and was stopped by a couple cloud knights that steadied them. Fu Xuan just stood there in silence, her eyes meeting his in a knowing way.

It was time to bring you back home.

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Finding you was easy.

Mainly due to the fact, that your captors just simply gave them the address of the hell they've created for you. They were provoking them for their failures and their victory of swiping their most praised child from right under their noses. And it truly only set in, when they arrived and opened the door to the basement you were kept in. Yanqing had rushed in first, ignoring all warnings and only stopping when he heard the blood dripping off the table where your near unrecognisable form laid.

His hand swiped away the blood over your closed eyes, his over hand resting on your bruised chest, over your heart. He could feel it faintly rising and falling, a small moment of relief, even when he knew that the damage was most likely irreversible. His eyes shouldn't have continued to wander over your body and yet they did as a form of self punishment. He took in every bruise, every gash, every mark a syringe left behind. He gulped weakly, his throat so painfully dry. He felt ashamed, at how he couldn't mentally recognise you as his twin anymore.

Medics soon arrived on scene afterwards, quick to determine that you hadn't thankfully been Mara-struck, before they brought you to the hospital for emergency treatment. It took long, gruelling hours to stabilise you, that felt like eons for Yanqing and Jing Yuan, who had yet to give much of an reaction to the entire situation. He had to stay strong for the both of you at least. But it was hard to do that, when he saw you lay there in many bandages and countless devices hooked to you. Your heart was beating and yet he didn't allow himself to feel any relief. It was selfish, when there was no gurantee you would ever even wake up again.

The days blurred into weeks and then months.

But Yanqing never left your bedside, secretly hoping that if you did die, that he'd die in his sleep next to you as well.

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A/N: Alrightt... this was alot darker than I anticipated it to be, but I also have some rare couple hours of freetime, so there is that. I hope you guys liked it and thank you again for the request!

[imagine-horizons]

Surgeon of Death: Doll Edition III

part 1 // part 2 // part 3 // part 4

trafalgar d. law x f!siren (no established relationships... yet) warnings: language, suggestive themes of self-image/eating issues summary: you have your moments of insecurity, but the captain in his subtle (or not so subtle) ways, reminds you that you were designed perfectly

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You were always told your eyes were too blue, your hair was too black, you weren't skinny enough. The Faceless Masters had turned you into the perfect doll, but Trafalgar Law turned you into the perfect imperfection.

He forced you to take out the colored contacts you were wearing after finding out that your true eye color was not showing.

"It's not good to wear those for long," he said watching you remove the uncomfortable lenses. "It'll ruin your eyes." When you turned to look back at him, he felt his breath hitch slightly. Your eyes were a vivid crystal blue staring right at him, and you saw his hesitation and quickly averted your gaze.

".... they said my eyes were too blue," you whispered. The next thing you knew, Law had reached over and grasped your chin with his hand, tiling your head back up.

"No," he murmured. They're perfect. He fought back the words that almost spilled over, and he immediately let go of you and cleared his throat while reminding you not to wear the colored lenses again.

2. From the moment you arrived on the Polar Tang, Law made sure that you were fed properly.

"I need my crew to be ready for battle, and I don't need them collapsing from hunger or in a weakened state, do you understand me?" Law said sternly, and you nodded meekly. Your face and body curves slowly filled out, and the boiler suit started to fit properly instead of it draping over you and needing it rolled up several times. The clothes you came with, were also fitting more snug, but it wasn't uncomfortable. When the Heart Pirates arrived at the next town, you saw yourself in a full length mirror at a local market boutique. It had been awhile, but you almost didn't recognize yourself. That's.... me? You thought.

What you didn't notice was your Captain watching you from a far - you didn't often wear your own clothes, but lately you were feeling more confident to wear them again instead of just the white / orange boiler suit. His eyes were fixed on the curves that outlined your waist, hips and thighs; your legs and arms were more toned, and your cheeks had filled out to bring out the bright blue in your eyes even more.

You were beautiful - everything that had been deemed an imperfection was now perfection to Law.

But you had also garnered the attention of some hungry , lustful gazes, and Law felt his blood boil. The next thing you knew, you were enveloped in that familiar blue glow, and you felt a hand on the small of your back. You were startled to see that the Surgeon of Death had transported himself to your location, but a smile graced your lips as you beamed at him. "Captain, did you find what you were looking for?" You asked - you had been waiting for him to finish restocking his medical exam room.

"Yes, I did."

3. Your attitude was fiery than expected, especially in battle.

But Law would not change a thing, as your Siren voice commanded the enemy to strangulate themselves.

"Y/N." He said softly. "I need them alive." You released the spell and the enemy fell to their knees, gasping for air. Law moved to stand next to you, as you stood over the fallen form. "So you meant to poison me - "

"Fuck you, Law," the assassin spat out, as he immediately pulled out a hidden knife, but you had already pulled out your own sword, knocking the weapon out of the assassin's hands and pressing the blade against his throat.

"You're dead if you touch him," you snapped, your voice dripping with malice.

"Enough." Law's voice stopped you. Reluctantly you stepped away, and Law turned to you with a stern gaze. "Go back to Bepo."

"But - " You started.

"Captain's orders," he said firmly. "I have business with him." You sighed and let your head drop miserably.

".... Yes Captain," you mumbled. Law looked down at you with an amused look in his eyes, as he gently placed a hand on your head.

"Good girl." You looked up at his words of praise which lightened your heart significantly. You headed back to where Bepo was, and the polar bear shook his head. Ikkaku was standing next to him, watching the scene unfold in amusement.

"Y/N's scary when it comes to the Captain," Bepo said. "I didn't know she had it in her."

"Yeah, but I think that's what the Captain likes that about her," Ikkaku chuckled. "Makes things fun and interesting."

[maniculum]

Meadmaking

Hey all, Zoe here - the other half of this blog, and I decided to try my hand at posting - particularly my little mead-making project. Even though Mac is the medieval drinks expert, I just like mead as a drink and I feel like a potion-brewing witch when I make it. Beer was the more popular drink during the middle ages, as it was cheaper and more widely available, but I think it's nasty and who doesn't want to feel like Early English royalty?

As I dug into mead-making, I fell into a SUPER deep medieval-mead-making rabbit hole. I'm not a mead expert, and I'd highly recommend Susan Varberg's blog, Medieval Mead & Beer, for a very, very in-depth look at how to make medieval mead. HOWEVER, all that said, I did collect some research and played with it myself. Plus, I made some of my own recipes.

So. Mead. What is it? Fermented honey water, in its most basic form. Honey-wine, it can be called to those who aren't familiar. There's a lot of other names mead has when it's mixed with other things:

Mead – water, honey and yeast

Sack Mead – mead made with extra honey

Short Mead – low honey and low alcohol yeast to be drunk quickly

Hydromel – watered down mead (in period, another word for mead)

Braggot – (period) ale refermented with honey; (modern) malted mead

Melomel – mead made with fruit

Mulsum – mead made with fruit

Cyser – mead made with apples

Metheglin – mead with spices

Pyment, Clar – mead made with grape juice

Hippocras – spiced wine, sweetened (but not fermented) with honey

Botchet — caramelized honey mead

Really, though, when you see it on the shelf, a pumpkin melomel will be marketed as "Pumpkin Mead," so really only the brewmasters get into the weeds on the names. I was really curious as to how the ingredients were sourced in the middle ages - nowadays, brewers get really into where they source their ingredients (there's a bazillion different yeasts you can use!), but after doing some research, turns out the medievals were too!

Honey.

The medievals categorized honey in different ways. The best quality honey was called "life honey" and was the honey that dripped freely from the wax when pierced. Grades of honey diminished as the honey became harder to get out of the hive. The dregs of honey (collected by heating the frame in water to blend the honey but not melt the wax) was given to servants and was not preferred. Honey was also categorized by location - Egyptian honeys were very popular and expensive. Honey from different regions in Spain were considered of different quality - one merchant got particularly fussy when one of his batches was "spoiled" by mixing honey from a better region with that from a worse region. Finally, honey was categorized by flower type. One monetary requested honey made only from lavender. Since hives were highly mobile frames or skeps, it would have been possible for apiarists to move their hives to lavender fields.

Water.

Water is, well, water. Right? Not quite. Medieval recipes do specify using fine, spring water. The water and honey were often boiled together - likely to kill bacteria. However, the wording on "boille" is not super clear. Mead-masters knew that honey shouldn't be boiled (it kills natural yeast), so whether or not the must (the water/honey mix) was boiled in the modern sense or just warmed is unclear. Perhaps the need for "fine, spring, fresh water."

Yeast.

While modern brewers and vintners have a wide variety of yeasts to choose from, medieval brewmasters didn't have as many options. There were a few different options, however. Baking yeast (like a sourdough starter) was one option, while other recipes call for the leftover lees of wine/mead batches. Hops were also used. Of course, yeast is also naturally occurring, so brewers could fairly reliably rely on the natural yeast to kick-start itself.

I'll dump my own mead pics here and then get into the details of a Middle English mead recipe in part two, I guess. I'll talk a bit about the mead-making process, too. Mead is made by mixing honey and water into a must. Then, yeast is added. Modern mead-makers also add yeast nutrients and other additions to ensure their batch doesn't get infected.

A newly made bottle of mead. Notice the cloudy colour characteristic of new mead. As the yeast eats the sugars, they'll create a bottom layer of debris and the mead will clear, as seen below.

After the primary fermentation has occurred (you can tell when the bubbles of gas, telling you the yeast is eating, have stopped), mead-makers will re-reack their mead. This involves moving it from one jug to the next.

At this point, the mead can be put into a closet and age for a while. The best meads have high clarity - that is, they're clear! The example below is only about 2 months old. It has a way to go, but has good clarity already. Notably, the sagas state that the best, oldest, clearest meads were served to Odin and the gods.

Anyway - that's the basics of mead-making. I'll make a part two about older recipes! Sources:

Beekeeping in late medieval Europe: A survey of its ecological settings and social impacts. Llu.s SALES I FAVÀ, Alexandra SAPOZNIK y Mark WHELAN

Trade, taste and ecology: honey in late medieval Europe. Alexandra Sapoznik, Lluís Sales i Favà & Mark Whelan

Of Boyling and Seething: A re-evaluation of these common cooking terms in connection with brewing. Susan Verberg.

[tsunael]

(Count)down to Dawntrail. 6/27

You've ruined peaches for me.

- Circa after 'Endwalker' but before 6.1.

- cw: for (ahem) suggestive themes.

-> Forever inspired by this. <-

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"If you could have anything at this very moment... what would it be?"

She paused, and he could sense her rifling through the many possibilities this life had to offer. Finally, she looked up from her bandaged hands. "... A peach tart."

He had to laugh. "You're not serious."

But she was-- though she wore a sheepish pout. She was a woman grown, still she loved her girlish treats. "Alisaie told me about the peaches in the market when last she was there. Beautiful, pink peaches... Yanxian imports, I imagine. They would be in season..."

Her voice trailed off as her mind wandered home-- far, far away from from her quaint hospital room and the bitter cold of The Northern Empty.

"I had hoped you would ask for something a bit more... substantial," he could not help but tease. "I’m afraid of the look your nursemaid might give me."

She tittered behind her hand. "You would simply come through the window again regardless."

"-- And you would do well to keep it locked, else a thief in the night may just steal you away."

He brought out her smile, though it fell rueful as her voice drew soft, marred by a cynical edge that did not suit her. "After all that has happened..." She drew out a deep sigh before craning up to look him, her eyes, searching. "... I would welcome it."

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It was there at the apothecary where he espied the peaches Tsuna had spoke of. An imported bushel brought welcome color to the otherwise drab, frozen plaza. He took one in hand to turn it over, and caught himself admiring the soft, ripe weight of it.

He dropped coin for two of their best. Its twin sat alongside the boxed piece of tart he picked up at The Last Stand– two treats among the other foodstuffs in his satchel. Depending on who he asked, he either carried with him an odd lunch, or a meagre supper.

In his eagerness to move onto the next errand, he wasted little time in the partaking of his impromptu purchase. It barely fit in his hand, with blushed, taut skin that had been thoroughly loved by the Eastern sun. So ripe was it that its sweet scent availed him before he could even drag lips over the velvet cleft of it.

As soon as he felt the soft plunge of his teeth into flesh he understood why it was that she desired it so. The sweetness was immediate, overwhelming– the resulting tartness was a stimulating chase. There was nothing quite like it. How long had it been since he sought out such sweetness for the pleasure of it? Too long, he surmised. His jaw ached from the nectar.

Still, he savoured the bite. And the next, and the next.

His thoughts fell to her doing the same: her lips wrapping around the gentle curve of it. He imagined her mouth dripping, teeth skimming across skin, her tongue lapping at the excess…

Before he knew it, his heart began to race as if he were a thief at market. Before he knew it, he had hit stone.

His tongue still sang from the taste, but he found himself wanting more. Chasing the taste on his fingers wasn't enough, though he ended at the base of his thumb to thoughtfully chase the remnants that had dripped. Every drop was swallowed with a greed he hardly knew. 

He took a step back and thought of his poor, jogging heart, and of the treat purchased a bell ago. Why had he come here? Gone through this trouble? She was still on his mind– and more, he wanted her on his lips.

Ridiculous, he grimaced, inwardly chiding himself. Arousal was gripping the back of his neck in the middle of the Sharlayan markets.

At some point he would have to admit to himself that he wanted her; wanted her near him, beside him, beneath him. Eventually he would need to come to terms with the fact that he loved that woman in every conceivable way a man could.

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Hey, can I get a list of prompts detailing various methods of summoning demons/spirits? I’m in the market for something spooky~

Spirit Summoning Prompts

-> tw for blood and gore

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

The Book:

She held her breath as she flipped through the pages of the book. Dust flew in the air around her, made visible by the single yellow light that sat on the table next to her. She wasn't certain on what exactly she was looking for, but she knew that she would know once she found it.

Page after page of gruesome pictures and paragraphs full of symbols she didn't understand, she began to wonder if instinct would ever kick in.

Then she felt it. Call it an itch, a gut-feeling, or whatever, but she found what she was looking for.

It was a picture-- hand drawn in faded black ink-- of a girl holding a knife. She had it pressed to her palm, her skin sunken in from the pressure of the blade. Blood ran down her arm, trickling off of her elbow and onto the floor. Behind her was a pair of clawed hands resting on her shoulders. She couldn't see who they belonged to, the face of whomever concealed by a dark void.

Above the picture were words that she could not decipher, but a voice that hid at the nape of her neck whispered them into her mind.

She shook away the chill.

Numbly, almost automatically, she brought a blade to her hand.

Blood dripped onto the page of the book, the sound of the splatter so loud in the silent room. She watched it seep through the page, spreading like a cancerous growth. It found the lines of the faded black ink, following it as if it were a mirror.

She saw the eyes of the creature standing behind the girl in the picture.

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The Circle:

This was a bad idea-- no, a terrible idea-- and he pleaded and begged with his roommate to not go through with this. 'Lighten up, man,' he had been told, 'not like anything is actually going to happen.'

That's what every character in the beginning of a horror movie has ever said in the history of ever, but what did he know?

He watched with his arms crossed as his roommate lit the candles that he had arranged in a circle around the room. The flames danced and created shadows on the walls that moved anytime he breathed. He could easily convince himself that they were alive, or that there was already something waiting in the shadows, so he did his best to not think about it. It didn't help, obviously.

His roommate sat down in the center of the circle. "Are there any spirits that want to communicate with us?" He asked in a loud, booming voice.

They both listened. There were no other sounds except for the mechanical whirr of the box fan in the corner of the room.

"Dude, it's not going to work unless you join me."

"Good," he answered. "I don't want it to work."

His roommate hummed. "If you don't join me, I'm going to tell everyone you like Julia."

"Fine, tell them."

A threat like that was not enough to get him to help summon a demon.

"And," his roommate continued, "I'm going to tell them that you have fake conversations with her in the shower where you confess your love for her and it ends with you making out with your hand."

He sat down in the circle.

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The Mirror:

They heard that it was possible to communicate with the dead through a mirror.

How it worked exactly, they weren't sure, but they found themselves standing in front of their bathroom sink with the lights off. It was 3:32am and they were counting down the seconds until it hit 3:33.

They stared at the watch on their wrist, the second hand ticking towards the twelve. It struck. They knocked on the mirror six times.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock.

The air was still. Their voice was trapped in their throat. They stared into the mirror.

"...Mom?" they managed to strangle out. "Are you there?"

Suddenly, they felt very foolish. They slammed their hands down on the edge of the sink out of a mix between embarrassment and anger. Their reflection stared back at them, their features barely noticeable in the dark.

A figure appeared over their left shoulder.

"Mommy isn't here right now."

The mirror shattered.

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I had so much fun with this lmao, if you want more send me another ask I'd be happy to do more :)

[twistedhypersonicnavigator]

Day 10: New Pokemon

She disappeared again, this was the second time now. This time for far longer. Searching the station, the park, the restaurant they frequent, even the elevator in their apartment building. She had never done this before. Emmet sighed as he looked at his brother who looked up from his paperwork.

"Emmet perhaps she..." The lights turned off and then on again.

"Thats been happening all day." Emmet was looking for an excuse to get his mind off losing his Galvantula. It was strange enough for her to jump out of her pokeball and run. He lost sight of her around the market area. It wasn't like her to just run away without a good reason.

"I suppose we should go check it out then." Ingo stood up pulling on his jacket and hat. Emmet followed just beside his brother.

Picking up the lanterns they left the comfort of the terminal for the dark, dripping, and scary areas down the tunnels. An area they had become accustomed to as time went on. They knew every nook and cranny of the subway station. It was a requirement to become its bosses.

The lanterns lit the way down the northern tunnels toward the power relay station. An area they frequented when they first became agents. Back when Emmets Galvantula was a tiny Joltik on his shoulder. She loved to snack on the wires. It didn't do much at all save for give her a sugar high.

Ingo stopped ahead of his brother almost shielding him from something he saw. His eyes seemed to light up as he kept watching.

"The walls...are moving." This caused Emmet to look baffled, that was impossible. Walls don't move...

"Are you okay Ingo? Did you eat something questionable?" Emmet ran his fingers under his brothers hat trying to check and see if he had a fever.

"Emmet..." Ingo shook his brothers hand from his forehead. "I do not jest." He motioned to the walls across from them. Their was a circuit box with a lightning bolt symbol on it. It did indeed have something along its side that kept crossing in front of it. Emmet raised his lantern to see higher up onto the wall only to hear a loud series of

'tik' before a wave of electricity overtook the poor man.

Emmet however was so used to being shocked by his own pokemon that it didnt really have much of an effect on him. He looked up at the ceiling since that was how he fell back. His lantern pointed up so he could see his Galvantula looking almost apologetic down at him as she slowly lowered herself down.

'Van?' Emmet sighed as he wiggled his finger at her.

"Naughty...leaving me behind without a word about where yo..." His heart skipped a beat as realization kicked in. He looked up at the circuit box, and then around at the floor seeing a small pile of cracked egg shells. "Oh...Oh my dear. I see...I understand." He put down the lantern and held out his arms for her. "These are your babies." His Galvantula lowered herself down so he could hold her. It was a large attempt and she just ended up knocking him back down.

To Emmets surprise and enjoyment the Joltiks joined in and this prompted yet another shock.

"Well...I guess that solves the brown outs. So many Joltik and a Galvantula can cause these. Specially after having so many children latched onto it. Well...we'll just have to switch on the generator for a little while so they can feed. Come along Emmet...and family." Ingo motioned to the pokemon to follow him. The infants decided that Emmet was warmer and latched onto him and their mother as they walked.

"Ingo..." Emmet whispered. Ingo turned slightly so he could see his brother. "I'm a dad..." He sniffled.