#i think i did it pretty good here but you shall know i climbed a MOUNTAIN FOR IT RRRAAHGHHHH

[luck-of-the-drawings]

ouhh ouhh the ol 'started as a scribble n then got RLY COOL' conundrum... i titled it 'flying microtonal FISH' bc i was listening to alot of THIS song (ANOXIA - KING GIZZARD AND THE LIZARD WIZARD. LISTEN TO IT) and i based the colors off of the album cover. this was also meant to be the scene right before the noctis arc, when gillion gets CRAAZy struck by lightning and acts all deranged through the storm. LOOOVE that fish i think he should kill more

[prael]

Perks

Kinktember Day 10: Mirror

Twice Mina x male reader smut

words: 4,108 Kinktember Masterlist

Do you ever look in the mirror and see someone who isn't you?

It was a simple question—if a rather loaded one.

"No," said Mina. "No, I don't think so. Not in a bad way, but maybe in disbelief of who I've become. Sometimes I expect to see the same person I was almost ten years ago. A simpler me. Maybe a more nervous and afraid version of me. That sort of thing."

"My therapist told me that was imposter syndrome," you said. "It's common, but it's pretty fucked up, the way we act like we're lying to ourselves."

"Have you thought of seeing her again?" Mina asked.

"God, that'd be awkward, don't you think?" you responded.

Mina paused, holding a glass midway to her mouth as if thinking, 'Between you and her or you and me?' Then she seemed to decide and smiled to herself, "Right."

Mina never erred into the intrusive or tactless. It's why you never have the impression that she is nosing around your life, because she gives you all the leeway to share only what you wish to share. And maybe that's why the both of you have lasted this long; in this arrangement, you found this unique level of trust, and you dare say it makes you damn good together.

"Our friend over there at the end of the bar looks like he can't take his eyes off you," you told her without looking up from your drink, not to draw attention. Mina chanced a discreet glance from the corner of her eye.

She quirked an eyebrow at you, "So? Feel threatened?"

You laughed into your drink before taking a mouthful of it, and then you told her, "I was about to get up, but you know that as soon as I do, he's going to come over."

"Of course, he will," Mina grinned into her own glass, then tipped her chin back to get at the last of it. "You go ahead to the room, I'll let him down gently." She patted at the front of your suit coat, above your breast pocket. It was a playful gesture. She had barely touched you all night until then.

"Early morning tomorrow, Mina, don't waste too much time now."

Mina smiled her "oh-shut-the-fuck-up" smile, before tucking a strand of stray hair behind her ear and running her fingers through the thick long black strands. You smiled to yourself and signalled to the bartender.

It's been a long day, and tomorrow will be longer still. Hotel bars had become a sort of ritual for you and Mina, you share a drink the day before you close a deal, half in premature celebration and half as a good luck charm.

And the thing is, Mina is a flirt. Through and through. Charm and wit. It works on clients, and it's an asset. The only problem is, it worked on you. It wasn't difficult to recognise your attraction for what it was, and she obviously took notice of it too. And you, well...

You're a professional, so you would never, ever let yourself act on it. This is why you returned to your room, alone, and why ten minutes later you heard the door open to her (conveniently joined) room. You're professionals, if you're going to fuck, at least you try to hide it.

The adjoining door opens. Oops, did you leave that unlocked? How silly of you.

"Sorry about the wait. Didn't want to seem rude, you know." She leans against the doorframe.

"How long after I left?"

"Barely a minute, he did the whole 'You-look-familiar' bit, so I humoured him..." Mina cocks a smile of arrogance. "For a minute. Before, you know... Letting him down gently."

"Did he go quietly, then?"

"He tried to ask me if I was sure I wanted to be alone." She shakes her head slowly as she saunters forward. "I was sure. Sure about coming up here and riding you senseless. Didn't tell him that, of course, just up and left. Anyway, for tomorrow, I was thinking—"

"Let's rewind to that part about riding me senseless, shall we?"

A playful smile takes to the corners of her mouth. "Let's."

You climb up from the bed, your shirt hangs loosely from your body, no tie at the neck and untucked from your trousers. "So, would you say it's going to be more of a—"

"If you are going to finish that with some terrible sex metaphor, I will kick your ass so hard." She kicks off her heels at the door. That long black dress she wore earlier is long gone, replaced by the lightest of sheer black chemises and a pair of little lacy black underwear.

"Kick my ass," you tell her, placing a hand on each of her hips. "Sure."

"Be quiet." She whispers it before she kisses you, deeply and softly. The sort of kiss that makes you forget yourself. Your arms circle her waist, and her arms rest on your shoulders. You savour it, the smell of her perfume, the taste of her tongue, the feeling of her hands trailing across the skin at the nape of your neck.

But in due time, that kiss breaks apart. Her hand trails down the front of your dress shirt, button by button, she has undressed you so many times now that the motion seems so familiar, and practised, but she still takes her time in doing it, as though with every undone button her anticipation is built upon.

You place your hand against the curve of her hip, thumbing gently, with feather-light touches along the black fabric, her small waist and wide hips, firm and round and so shapely in just her lingerie—your hands could have found no better resting place.

As you slip out of your shirt, Mina slips the delicate straps off her shoulders and the skimpy piece falls away from her body like petals around her feet. Mina is bare for you, save for her panties. Her tits might not be as big as her ass but your mouth still waters at the sight of them.

"Look at me." You love it when Mina demands that, love how she smiles with smug confidence when you have nothing to do but oblige her. Mina turns herself around, and your hands slide down, down the generous arch of her back and cups around her round, firm ass.

"Oh, come now," you can't help but tease her, "How very complacent of you, to think my eyes would look at nothing else but you. You know that I am a man of refined culture." You knead at the ample flesh in each palm, so soft. "I am very clearly an admirer of the finer things in life."

"How very romantic," she laughs, sliding down her underwear with a shimmy of her hips before placing her palms flat against the wall. "Go on then. Enjoy the art, like the cultured man you are."

There is something intoxicating about watching her there, propped against the wall, naked for you, your cock uncomfortable in your trousers. You unbuckle the clasp of the belt, then, in the pause, you approach, letting a single finger trace up the arch of her spine, leaning closer to her neck to whisper, "Not right here. Look over there, the mirror."

A floor-to-ceiling mirror, to be specific. She smiles a devilish little smirk. "And what of it?"

"Mina," you tell her, pressing the front of your trousers against the curves of her body, against the supple flesh of her ass. "I want to see all of you when we fuck. Every beautiful detail."

Mina purred, content. "Spoken like a poet..."

You land a solid and deliberate smack against that big ass of hers, and she lets out a groan. "Don't let it go to your head."

Mina let out an effectual moan, knowing fully how it tempts you. You roughly press your body against hers as she does it. Hooking both your arms around her naked form, you pull her to where you want her, right over to the mirror.

"That's it, take me like you want to." She presses her hand flat against the mirror, pushing back those delicious curves against your body once more. You force down your slacks and underwear until the cool air envelops you, at least until you push against her body once more. You cup both your hands at her full ass, slipping your stiffness between the cheeks and rocking back and forth. Mina is biting her bottom lip as she looks back at you in the mirror, and you look at nothing else but her deep dark eyes, her face framed by that long, dark, glorious hair.

"Your ass. This. This beautiful, beautiful thing of yours, drives men wild, drives me wild," you breathe out as she rocks herself back into your groping hands and your hard cock grinds between her cheeks, slow and methodic. "Drives me a little bit insane."

She deepens her bend, lowering her shoulders level to her ass, and her face presses against the glass. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip again, peering over her shoulder, a shameless erotic, willing for you to take her in the most raw and depraved way. You can't deny the effect it has on you, and it has you raising your right arm, palm poised to land another satisfying spanking to her ass.

The crack rings out through the room, and she lets out a soft, sweet little, "Oh!"

You wrap a hand around her, over her stomach and down between her legs, reaching for her sweet, slick cunt, and find her soaked, wet with arousal. Wet for you.

"Fuck, you're so horny," you utter hoarsely. You drag your fingers through her juices as you drive your stiff cock over her tight asshole, so much teasing, maybe too much, perhaps too tortuous. You groan into the shell of her ear. "You get so wet for me. So wet. You need it so badly."

She moans, grinding back against you and circling her hips as if it could ease her pain. Half teasing, half goading, she says, "Maybe you should stop fucking playing around and do something about it."

She hisses when you drive your two slick fingers inside her without warning, pushing deeper in one smooth motion, as you mutter into the crook of her neck, "Impatient, aren't we, Mina?"

"Just fuck me."

In response, you slowly withdraw your fingers. She gasps against the mirror, the palm of her hand curling flat into a fist. Her words get you harder as she tries to wiggle her ass and spread herself, desperately trying to draw your dick to the slick pink centre of her sex for you. She doesn't care anymore what this does to your discipline, doesn't care at the prospect of you breaking, turning this into a savage, ravaging of her body; what matters only, at this very instant, is that she gets filled and fucked, fast and hard.

Finally, you give her that. Draw your cock out from between her cheeks, sliding the tip down between her legs, feeling the moisture that glistens on the swollen lips. You don't bother to strap up, or even ask, it's long since established that raw is how she likes it.

Slowly, you push forward. Mina sucks in a breath through her teeth. You know by the arch in the small of her back, the little trembles, that it is taking all her concentration and willpower not to throw her hips back, to force you to the hilt.

You bite the edge of her shoulder, and a shiver travels down Mina's entire body. You pull out, a little, before driving forward a little further.

"You feel..." you groan, your cock feeling like it was engulfed by satin. You sink a little further. "Fuck."

"Mhm, go on," her eyelashes flutter as you begin to take her, in this raw, animalistic way. "Tell me how it feels."

"Every time is like the first time," you continue, sliding in slow, then deeper, bit by bit, until you're all the way in and her big, round ass is pressing hard against your abdomen and her thick thighs against your legs. "You feel warm and slick and tight and wet, and oh, God..."

A sudden thrust forward as her greedy cunt squeezes the length of your shaft. A delicious whimper that sends blood to your head. A long, shaky groan slips from the both of your lips. You buck hard into her ass and watch as it ripples at the contact. "Ah! There, yes. Fuck," Mina moans.

There are two of her, perfect reflections, two Minas taking a rough pounding from behind. Each little expression on her face, each beautiful feature is visible in the reflection. And behind that her body ripples just like the one below you, and she whimpers, helpless as you penetrate her over and over.

"F-faster." She whines. "Harder. God, fuck, fuck me harder."

Mina has always liked it a little on the rough side, so you grab a handful of her hair, ball it in your fist, and pull. "Tell me, how does it feel?" You rear her head back so she has to look at herself in the reflection and tell it to herself. You pick up the pace, beginning to relentlessly pummel her from behind as you bury yourself into her tight heat as deep and hard as you can.

"So... Ah! So good." You yank her hair again, making her ass tense, making her gasp. She pants hard, short and fast as the force and strength of each thrust get stronger. "I love it when you... fuck me like this." Her chest begins to heave up and down. She raises her ass even higher for you. "When you—God, ah! Ah!—make me want to scream..."

You feel that incredible warmth building and swelling in your abdomen as her sex drips around your shaft, and it is so hard to slow yourself down when her ass slaps against you in perfect sync with your every motion, when Mina's knees shake, when her desperate moans urge you to never, ever stop. Still, you would like to do a little something before she orgasms all over your cock.

You roughly jerk out of Mina, pulling away abruptly with no warning.

"No, no! Don't stop!" She cries out immediately, her greedy body already missing yours. The flush at her neck spreading, blossoming down—her shoulders pink. "No!" She whimpers as she tries to throw her pussy back against you.

She cries out so pathetically that she doesn't protest when you roughly turn her around and lift her by her thighs, allowing her to wrap her legs around your hips and sink her to the hilt onto you. You sink her down and up and down again and again, bouncing her on and off of your aching cock in front of the mirror, gritting your teeth to keep yourself from finishing the moment her tightness wraps and flexes around you.

"I'm gonna cum so hard, I swear, I can feel it," she gasps in time with your rough pounding, arms holding onto your neck tightly, fingernails digging into your shoulders. "So close, don't you dare stop."

The harder and faster you go, the louder and harder she screams, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. She digs her heels into your back, pushing down against you so there's nothing left for either of you but pleasure. You pound hard and heavy into her, chasing her orgasm, and when that perfect heat grips all around you and consumes you entirely, there is nothing in the entire world that compares to it—to this. The thought that very soon you will be cumming inside Myoui Mina.

It is that pure bliss, that power and sense of total control, of giving her such pleasure that you're left moaning along with her, revelling in this wonderful mess. Your bodies are sticky and tangled and you just start to let it go. Filling her pretty cunt as you have so many times before.

You grit your teeth and struggle through the overstimulation, taking satisfaction in how the trembling in her legs persists, her breathing ragged and body shaking. Doing your best to fuck your load into her—she's just so into that sort of thing—you don't think that there's anything, truly, that is better than this.

Not when Mina whimpers as she weakly presses her nails into the skin of your shoulders and when she knows not how to stop trembling. Your limits are worth pushing for a woman like her.

But even then, limits are ultimately undeniable. Her full weight in your arms, your knees weak, your legs tire beneath you and finally, as you plant a series of gentle kisses along her neck and shoulder, her mouth gasping, her nose against your cheek, you give in and fall to your knees. Mina's back leaves a mark of where it was once imprinted against the glass.

"So..." she laughs breathlessly into your ear as you sit with her on you. "Do you think management has any idea how often we fuck during these trips?"

"I imagine that if they found out it would be both of our jobs on the line." You hold a hand on her lower back, keeping her upright and then place your mouth on one of her breasts. Her nipple is firm, you suck on it and run your teeth over its delicate surface. Mina keens with her mouth falling open and her lashes fluttering, a small quiet "ah" escaping from the back of her throat.

"Guess we better stop," she jokes, breathing out in a chuckle and gently, pushing your forehead away from her chest.

You chuckle dryly into her neck, wrapping both arms fully around her naked body to pull her closer. "Something tells me you won't really be able to help yourself."

"Punishingly handsome, smart, a sense of humour—" She reaches down to where your half-soft cock is planted within her cunt. "—Great cock, excellent fuck" As though it were some sort of sales pitch. "No. No, I can't help myself."

"Is this about next week?" you ask.

"They never split us up, we're a team, so why would they send you with her instead?" Mina rocks her hips slowly on your lap. You groan into the crook of her neck.

"It's a one-off, Mina. In two weeks we'll be travelling together again." You wrap your arms around her soft, warm skin and run them down her back. "Another hotel, another set of adjoining rooms."

"Yeah," she sighs as she lazily continues her grinding. "Or, we could... See each other outside of work, you know. Like normal people do."

"We're far from normal, Mina." You let out a soft sigh as you start to harden inside her again. You pull at the small of her back, urging her on. "We're having our fun, right? It works. What reason is there to rock the boat?"

Her arms move up your chest and onto your shoulders. With that same teasing voice of hers, "There's always room for more fun. More sex." Mina pushes hard on your shoulders, and you fall back into the soft carpet. Mina is above you—over you—all-powerful beauty and you want nothing more than to grab her hips and drive up, and into her. Her hair falls over her shoulders and down her arms. Her pert little tits beg to be held. Her face, with flawless skin and those few prominent freckles, is decorated with a filthy smile.

"Two weeks, Mina, two weeks and we'll be back to doing this." You caress the silky soft curves of her sides. "Two more weeks, and then it's a real long trip. Just me and you."

She's visibly more excited, and she rides you harder now than just a gentle grinding and you hear the little wet sounds of your cock plunging into her cum-filled pussy over and over again. Her breasts bounce beautifully, and finally, you do cup one in a hand. A playful glimmer dances in her eyes, along with the lust haze. Mina's wet thighs slap against your hips, the sounds are vulgar in the best way.

"I'm going to fuck you every single morning and night for the whole trip," you tell her, and her grin widens. "Then you won't want for a thing."

Your words only seem to encourage her more, to fuck you harder and harder. She's riding your cock wildly but never has her eyes left yours. She fucks like she does everything else; with every fibre of her being, her passion is unbridled and intense. And oh, when she whimpers, it makes a hot current run straight to the end of your spine, it gets the heat in your head pulsating. That's just what Mina does to you.

"Two weeks without me. You're going to be so frustrated, Mina, so needy. You're gonna make me a promise."

"Mhm?" she gasps.

"You're going to wait for me," you say. "After tonight, for whole two weeks, no cumming."

"No," she says through clenched teeth. "Absolutely not."

"Yes, Mina, absolutely."

You clasp your hands on her hips, slowing down her speed. "Promise me."

She almost struggles to find her voice. "No way. I can't!" Her hips fight against your hold, she fights to drag her cunt over your cock and just feel the pleasure you're denying her. Mina grits her teeth, and the pain is evident on her face. "Okay! Just please fuck me now." She twists her body, trying to release from your hold.

"Promise."

"I promise. I promise. I promise!" Mina squeals, nearly shrieking as you soften your grip and thrust up into her quivering, wet heat. You let her fuck you again and she picks up right where she left off—frantic and wild. She leans in to kiss you deeply, and a little whimper spills from the corner of her lips. "Fuck. Cum inside me again."

The eagerness with which Mina rises and falls on your cock, her pussy taking in all of you, demands only one thing. Cum—the mess of you both—spilling over and running out, all over you and the floor and ruining the hotel's carpet.

"Yes," her voice cracks, high and soft, "Oh fuck. Fuck. God, I'm gonna cum."

It's good, your hands gripping her body firmly, matching her pace, and taking the chance to look behind her, at the mirror, where you can see your cock bury in and out of her again and again. Slipping up below her ass that ripples beautifully every time your hips meet.

Mina cums not even ten seconds later. With an eruption of screams louder than you've ever heard, shudders all over, and more fluid spilling between you both. She's struggling and you feel it. You slap her ass and follow with a groan of words halfway between an instruction and a plea. "Don't stop."

She doesn't stop. She sits up and throws herself back, reaching for something to balance on. A hand against the mirror, her legs spread and her body present to you, she fucks that pretty pussy down onto you so fast, she's struggling to maintain the rhythm but her nails are curling against the glass, her brows are pressed so tense together, her body shakes all over and a cry comes again from that lovely mouth.

She cums again like this as if it's a show for you and what a fucking show it is. Her legs tremble so hard they lose purchase and you begin lifting yourself up into her and the sight, the sound—her sounds—and her perfect body is making you buck and press harder into her. You've become so mindless, so desperate and hungry for her body. You can hardly keep yourself from spilling into her for a second time. But not yet, you think. Not yet and not there.

Mina's leg buckles. She fights for air. "Can't," she chokes out, breathless and shallow. Nothing left to give you. She slips from her perch, collapsing to the floor, leaning against the mirror. Her dark hair matted with sweat, her pale skin gleaming. Her expression is dreamy. "On me. Just finish on me."

On Mina, a work of art. Over her pretty face, or those luscious tits, or that soft tummy. Over that thick, firm and oh-so-perfect ass, or those equally tasty thighs. Maybe even just glaze over her messy cunt. Her eyes flicker as she looks up at you, and you have a decision to make.

"Anywhere. Cum wherever you want."

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Be a good girl~

Disclaimer: Contains Daddy kink, Dom Uzui, Sub reader, Rough sex, some humiliation, degradation, size kink, brat taming, spanking, a bit of breeding kink

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Uzui didn't know how to explain it, but he's been craving for a bratty submissive to fulfill his desires. Suma, Makio and Hinatsuru were incredible women and he loved them with all his heart, but they weren't interested in being submissive in the bedroom, nor were they fans of rough, kinky sex and Uzui would never ask them to do anything they weren't comfortable with.

But his desire to fold a cutie underneath him and pound her till she was a crying, sobbing, blubbering mess- her ass red from his spankings, makeup running down her face as she begged Uzui to not force more orgasms onto her overstimulated body- wasn't something he could hide. So the four of them came to an agreement. His wives gave him permission to find someone who might scratch that itch for him, who'd be the submissive he needed. And the very day they had that conversation, Uzui met you. A couple of ranks below the Hashira but climbing the ladder pretty quickly, you were a formidable warrior oozing with talent and strength. You were one of the better fights in the corporation and he knew it was only a matter of time before you became a pillar. You were tasked with assisting him on a new mission to track down a dangerous demon. What was supposed to last till sundown was completed within a few hours, you and Uzui making a fantastic team. You tracked down the demon, avoided its traps and tricks and along with Uzui, the two of you cut off it's head. With time to spare and not having any other missions to finish, the two of you took refuge in the Wisteria inn.

After a nice soak at the hot springs, the two of you met up in your room to share some food and drinks. Cups clinked together as you both drank some nice sake, Uzui having convinced you to relax around him for tonight and to just enjoy yourself. Both of you dressed in soft, comfortable yukata's, the vibe quickly turned friendly as the alcohol allowed you to loosed up a bit around him.

"So, are you in a relationship with anyone?" Uzui asked you. "If I was, I wouldn't be in a room with you alone." you retorted. Uzui raised an eyebrow, "I have three wives you know and i'm in this room with you alone." "Oh yeah!" you said, having genuinely forgotten, feeling guilty for some reason, "I shall leave then. This might be seen as inappropriate-"

"Sit back down." Uzui ordered the second he saw you make a move to leave, smiling when you obeyed him, "My wives wouldn't mind. In fact, they've given me permission to pursue a fourth partner if I wanted to. So don't overthink it."

"Oh..." you said, not knowing what to make of that, "If you say so." Your heart skipped a beat over that news. You weren't blind to how ridiculously attractive Uzui was, the man a walking embodiment of sexy. He looked so good in his uniform but here, with his hair let down and wearing a loose Yukata, you had to avert your eyes more than once from his chest.

"So, assuming you had a partner, why did things end?"

"Huh? oh- uh- it's kind of embarrassing..."

"Hmm? Do tell~" Uzui said with a smirk, leaning back on an arm as he nestled his cup of sake in his hand, "I enjoy some gossip."

"Well, he..uh...he was kind of lousy in bed."

"Oh?"

"Yeah- like really bad. I don't think he made me satisfied even once."

"Oh, you poor thing." Uzui cooed as he took a sip, "That sounds frustrating."

"It was." You said with a nod, "Honestly, all the guys I've dated have been the same. And judging from the stories my other friends have told me, they face the same problem. Men just don't know how to please women."

"Well, I don't know what type of guys you've slept with," Uzui said with a smirk, "But I'm happy to say I do not lack in that department. You can't keep three wives without doing a satisfactory job."

"Hah! Yeah right." you said with a laugh, dismissing his brag, "I bet they're faking. Most men fail to satisfy one woman, let alone three."

"Perhaps. But I'm not most men." Uzui said, a twinge of annoyance in his voice over your bratty attitude, "with my stamina, it takes all three of them to drain my balls completely."

You hiccuped at his vulgar words, quickly gathering yourself before he could notice. Perhaps it was the alcohol that was making your bratty side come out, or maybe it was because of how comfortable you were around Uzui now, but either way, you couldn't control your tongue.

"Just because you have big muscles doesn't mean you have a big cock. And even if you do, I bet you don't know how to use it!"

"Oh yeah? And how are you so sure?" Uzui asked, "Pretty little thing like you- you wouldn't be able to last five minutes if I speared you on my dick."

"I bet I could handle you!" You said, hands on your hips, leveling Uzui with a glare.

"Really?" Uzui asked, a twinkle in his eye as he looked you up and down, heart skipping at the idea that he might have found someone to play with already, "You sound confident."

"I am." you said, puffing your chest out, an action Uzui enjoyed ogling at, "I bet I can rock your world and not even break a sweat! and I'd bet you'd not make me cum even once." Uzui laughed, a giant smile on his face before he patted his lap, legs crossed and inviting, "Come and prove it then."

"Wait- really?" you asked, not expecting that response. You were just teasing, hoping to annoy him a bit but- "Sure. Unless, you didn't mean it. Chickening out already?" the Hashira asked.

With a huff, your pride refusing to take a hit, you crawled over to Uzui and sat on his lap, your Yukata bunching a bit around your thighs as you straddled him.

"Feel that?" he asked, hands having a tight grip on your hips as he made you grind down against him. You bit down a squeal as you felt his hardness press against your core, gulping as you could tell how big he was even through the layer of clothing. You tried to keep level-headed, but Uzui could see right through your poor attempts.

"And you know what?" he asked, hands sliding from your hips to your ass, the man taking greedy handfuls of your pump skin as he groped you, making you gasp, "I'm only half hard~"

"L-Liar!" You said, unable to bite your tongue from responding. He already felt so big against you- and he was only halfway there?! Uzui laughed, before saying:

"Yeah? Why don't you check?" the man asked, quickly untying the sash around his Yukata before leaning back a bit on his arms, a look in his eyes that clearly meant he was challenging you. You gulped as the fabric started to move aside, giving you a generous peek of his sculpted torso. A big, wide body with washboard abs and big pecs, you had to stop yourself from drooling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Just going to keep looking? I thought you said you could handle me."

"I-I can!" You snapped, your pride not allowing you to back down, "You're so impatient."

Uzui's chuckle made the hairs on the back of your head prick up, a certain darkness to it. "You know, I'm keeping track of all the bratty comments you make. I can't wait till it bites you in the ass~"

"Sh-shut up!"

"That's another one~"

With a huff, you leaned forward against Uzui's leaning body, gulping as you gripped the folds of his yukata and pulled them apart, completely exposing his torso to you. Never being one to be so forward but also refusing to back down, you pressed you face against his neck and kissed it, your soft lips touching his fair skin. Uzui's groan of content could be felt on your lips as you slowly started kissing his body, a hand coming up to run up his abs. You slowly got more and more confident, your tongue peaking out to lick at his collarbone, your hips grinding down harder against his member. But your pride took a hit when Uzui suddenly started chuckling, making you frown and look up and him.

"Something funny?" you asked, annoyed.

"Yes. You. Kissing and touching me like a blushing virgin. Is this what you meant when you said you'd rock my world? Because if so, I'm not impressed."

You scoffed, cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "You- well excuse me for not being a whore like you-"

But before you could finish your sentence, one of Uzui's hand shot up, grabbed the back of your hair and pulled harshly, making you gasp as your neck was suddenly snapped back. "Watch that filthy mouth of yours." he said, cock twitching as he heard your gasps, "I think it's time I teach you who's in charge here."

"Y-you started it!" you gasped out, head paining from how he was pulling your hair, words hard to speak from how your neck was being stretched. Uzui simply clicked his tongue, "Still have an attitude. I'm afraid I don't have the patience to wait for you to move things along." His free hand expertly tugged at the sash of your yukata and ripped it off of you, making you gasp as your body was exposed to him, no time to feel shy as he tugged your head down and met you for a kiss. It was a greedy and feral lip lock, Uzui immediately massaging your tongue with his own, dominating the kiss effortlessly.

Maybe you did bite off more than you could chew.

But damn, if you weren't excited.

"I've been wanting to bend your bratty ass over my knee and teach you a good lesson every since you opened your mouth." Uzui growled as he bit your lower lip, making you yelp, "Telling me you'll rock my world when you blush like a virgin when you grind on my dick- how adorable."

"That's not- I-" you tried to protest, not knowing what you were protesting in the first place.

"Shut up." Uzui said, kissing you again before picking you up with one hand, your legs wrapped around his waist with his hand under your butt. "We're going to the bedroom." he said, easily carrying you towards said room, "It's time I teach you some manners. And remember, five minutes are on the clock."

Uzui got you to cum in three minutes.

Once he threw you on the bed, he ripped your Yukata off, followed by your undergarments, leaving you completely naked. He shrugged off the fabric he had on as well, his cock springing out of its confines and you swear you forgot how to breathe for a second.

How on earth did you have the audacity to joke that his dick wasn't big? It was a monster of a member, long and thick with heavy balls dangling between his legs. You gulped as he crawled onto the bed, looking down at you like a predator stalking its prey. He grabbed your legs and spread them apart, exposing your sex to him. Gripping you on the back of your thighs, he pushed you enough to make your body bend, your cunt exposed to him even more obscenely.

"U-Uzui-san!" you squealed, face red hot at the way he was staring at your cunt.

"Daddy."

"Wha-"

"You're going to call me Daddy." he explained, licking his lips as he leaned down, his mouth inching towards your sex, "and Daddy needs to prepare your tiny pussy to take his fat cock."

And that's how you experienced the fastest orgasm of your life. Within three minutes, Uzui was drinking down your cum, the man's mouth and tongue so expertly pleasuring you, it was a clear loosing battle. He laughed into your cunt as you came, the vibration making your body tremble even more as he ate you out, paying extra attention to your clit as he took the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked so hard, it almost made you cum again.

Once you were down from your high, once he looked down on you as he wiped your juices off his lips- you knew you were fucked.

"So," he said, picking up the sash of your yukata from where he discarded it before wrapping it a few times around his hand and making a show of pulling it tightly to make a 'crack' sound, "Remember how I mentioned I want to take you over my knee?"

~~~~~

"Say it."

"I- I don't w-want to-"

"Say it or I'll spank you all night."

With a sob, knowing full well he meant it, you had no choice but to relent, swallowing down your pride as you said:

"D-Daddy please stop spanking my n-naughty pussy!"

Head hanging upside down from how you were placed over Uzui's knee, the blood rushing to your ears almost made you miss the way Uzui groaned.

"Is your poor pussy in pain?" he cooed, petting said pussy. It was hot to the touch, your pussy lips dyed a bright red, matching your ass. A man of his word, he spanked you as punishment for your bratty behavior and comments, holding you still as he rained spanks down on your poor butt, your hands tied behind your back, unable to do anything about it. Once he was satisfied with marking up your ass, he spread your legs a bit and started spanking your pussy, laughing at the way you twitched and shook, your cries of pain only making his cock get harder.

He slapped your pussy again, making you squeal. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yes- m-my pussy hurts so much Daddy!"

"Aww, poor baby~" he said, raining tiny pats on your cunt repeatedly, not as hard but still enough to make your body tremble, "have you learned your lesson?"

"Yes Daddy!" you said with zero hesitation.

"Are you going to act like a brat again?"

"I won't, I p-promise! I'll be good-"

"That's my girl," Uzui said, cupping your pussy gently, the warmth of his hand against your sore, red cunt making you gasp, "But we're not done yet. Make sure you keep your promise, alright?"

~~~~~

"U-U-Uzui-s-san! S-slow down p-please!" you squealed, voice jumping as Uzui jack-hammered into you, his hips practically a blur as he pounded your pussy. Fucking you from behind, he ignored your cries as he brought a leg up to better fuck you, laughing at your yelp and the way your pussy clamped around him.

"That's not my name," he growled, the grip he had on your hips bruising as he bashed his cock into your poor cunt, "What's. My. Name?" He spanked your ass three times to put emphasis on his words, your body jumping with each hit. Tears filled your eyes from the burn, no doubt a bright, red hand-print left behind on your already red skin. The burn of Uzui's hips slapping against you took your breath away, your poor spanked ass and pussy not getting a break.

"D-Daddy!" you cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Uzui showed no signs of slowing down- if anything you felt his cock grow bigger inside you- "Daddy please- please- please slow down? P-Please!"

"Shhh, you can take it, right?" Uzui said, snickering as a hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed, smothering your face against the mattress, "Didn't you say you could handle me? Where'd your fight go?"

Your sobs were muffled by the cloth, his grip on your head unrelenting. You gripped the bed-sheets so hard veins were popping out on your hands, hands no longer tied up, your tears soaking into the mattress. The lack of air only made your body get even more sensitive, your pussy clamping down harder against Uzui's fat cock.

"You were such a fucking brat-" Uzui growled, feeling the familiar knot in his abdomen start to tighten, "Talking such big- fuck that's good- such big game! Saying you could take me- but look at you now. Pathetic~"

He gripped your hair and pulled, ignoring your cry of pain as your neck snapped back, your body following the movement until you were upright on your knees, Uzui's firm body pressed against your back. With a laugh, he let go of your hair only to then catch you in a choke-hold. His huge biceps pressed against your neck, restricting your airways, the man snickering at your feeble attempt to grab him. You were held up by his arm around your throat and his cock slamming against you, completely at his mercy, as you were the entire night.

"I like them pathetic~" Uzui growled into your ear before giving your lobe a bite, pulling on it with his teeth, making you squeal. Your face was turning a bright red, your mouth wide open and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The force of his thick member splitting apart your poor pussy combined with the warmth of his body behind you and the tight feeling of his arm against your neck- you never felt like this before:

Completely and utterly fucked.

You had already cum three times, the man fingering you to your orgasm after he spanked you and fucking you to climax out when he stuffed you with his cock.

Being wrong never felt so good.

His hips kept working into you, the slap of his balls against your cunt so obscene, you could still hear it despite the blood flowing around your head. One hand gripping his biceps while the other went back to grab at his thrusting hip, you held on for dear life, thoughts leaving your head as you sunk into a mental state where all you could think about was Uzui.

"Ooh~ That's what I like to see~" Uzui groaned, the expression on your face making his sadistic side purr in happiness. Seeing you completely fucked out and at his mercy- this is what he needed- this is what he craved.

"Fucked the brat right out of you, didn't I?" the man said, reveling in his accomplishment, "What was it you said to me? I can't satisfy one woman, let alone three? Hmm? Hmm?"

With a slap to your thigh, you yelped as Uzui's free hand went between your legs, his rough finger starting to twirl your clit around. "Daddy- no- too sensitive!" you pleaded, body twitching underneath his hold as you felt spikes of pleasurable pain run through you as he toyed with your sensitive bud, "Please- i'm sorry! I'm- ah- sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" Uzui growled, pinching your clit so hard it made you scream, "Be specific you naughty little brat!"

"I'm sorry f-for making fun of you!" you confessed, "Sorry for saying you're not g-good in bed- you're amazing- fuck- ah- ah!"

"All it takes is some cock to get to behave, hmm?" Uzui snarled.

"Daddy- i'm gonna cum- can I cum? Please?" you begged, knowing well from last time that he expected you to ask for permission. "Go ahead." Uzui said, hand working your clit even faster, "Greedy slut. Cumming four times while Daddy hasn't even cum once. You better make it up to me."

He chocked you even harder, veins popping in his muscles as he took your breath away, literally. The lack of air made your body go into overdrive, face red as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Within seconds, you squirted all over his cock, the first time you ever experienced that, liquid gushing out of your pussy, dripping down both your bodies before seeping into the mattress. Uzui held your trembling body down, letting out a cheeky whistle as his hips didn't relent, fucking your orgasm for every single drop.

"Fuck! That was so fucking hot!" Uzui said with a laugh, "You're going to do that again." You could do nothing as he pushed you back onto the bed, your limbs having no strength to hold you up as you fell flat on your stomach, just lying down on the bed. But that seemed to be what Uzui wanted, the man following you as he lied down on top of you and started fucking you pro bone. You sobbed as his cock somehow went even deeper, slamming against your womb mercilessly. The weight on his body on you coupled with the ravenous feeling of his member fucking you within an inch of your life almost made you black out.

"Daddyyy!" you cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks as your pussy was pounded, "C-Can't cum anymore- please-" You probably said 'please' more time tonight that you had in your entire life. "You think you're done?" Uzui growled, hips not loosing their rhythm as he chased his pleasure, your pussy so wet and hot, he had to focus real hard to not climax immediately. It was only thanks to his training as a demon slayer that he could last this long- his breathing techniques allowing him to delay his orgasm as much as possible. If he was a normal man, no doubt he would have came ages ago. But it was thanks to his trained body that he could keep going which was good, because he wasn't done punishing you.

"No. You're done when I say so, understand?" You sobbed as a response. "You're done when I empty my balls inside this perfect pussy of yours and breed you- got it?" "Y-Yes Daddy." "That's a good girl. Don't pass out on me now, alright? I'll keep fucking you anyway."

~~~~~

You woke up the next morning, every inch of your body in pain and sore, especially your pussy which took load after load of Uzui's cum. You lost count how many times you came, the rest of the night being a blur and you remembered nothing but him breeding you. At some point he caught you in a mating press and fucked you so hard you swore you temporarily blacked out, waking up only to feel him fill your womb up again.

You sat up on the bed, looking to the side and scoffed at your reflection in the nearby mirror. You looked like a mess. Exhaustion was clear on your face, your eyes sunken from the tears you cried, hair a mess and your naked body littered with bite marks and hickies. You looked at your partner, the man looking the complete opposite. Silky white hair draped over his pillow, his skin clear and glowing with a soft smile on his handsome face.

You had an urge to smack his pretty face, annoyed at how much he wrecked your body despite the fact that you enjoyed every second of it. He truly brought out something in you and it was scary- but damn it was fun.

Deciding to listen to your intrusive thoughts, you raised your hand up to smack him, when he suddenly opened his eyes, greeted to the image of you with your hand raised. Thinking quickly on your feet, you gulped and blinked your eyes as you slowly brought your hand down to cup his cheek lovingly, rubbing it sweetly like that was your plan all along.

"...Because I wrecked your body last night, I'll let this slide." Uzui said, grasping your hand with his own before placing a gentle kiss on it, "But I won't be so nice next time."

"So there's gonna be a next time?" you asked with a smile, plopping down against his broad chest.

"Of course." Uzui said, running a gentle hand through your hair, "You belong to Daddy now."

[torakowalski]

Swimmer Steve - Part 11

And we're back! Where have I been? No clue. Well I've been right here but my ability to make words has... not. So we're starting slow, easing into it and hoping they don't notice me creeping up on them.

(part one | part ten)

Steve's part of the Olympics lasts six days, then he turns up at Eddie's door, lays his three(!) medals down on Eddie's dresser, crawls into Eddie's bed and falls asleep for ten hours.

He wakes up, eats some fried chicken that Eddie went out to buy, then goes back to sleep for another four hours.

Eddie, usually never ever able to stay still, discovers that lying on his belly next to Steve, watching him snore softly is way more soothing than any of the herbal teas Wayne likes to press on him.

"Morning," Steve says, blinking sleepily at him at like, ten at night.

"Morning, doll," Eddie says. "Sleep well?"

Steve yawns. "Hm, kept dreaming I was at the Olympics." He blinks around himself, exageratedly. "Well, what do you know?"

He looks so sleepy and smug that there's nothing Eddie can do but scoot over and kiss him. Steve makes a happy noise and hooks an arm around Eddie's neck, pulling him closer.

Steve stripped down to just his boxers before he fell asleep the first time, so Eddie's got nothing but smooth, hot skin under his hands. He still mourns Steve's chest hair, but maybe Steve can grow it for a while now and Eddie will get to experience it, at last.

"Did I dream it, or did we have the best friend chicken ever, at some point?" Steve asks.

Eddie would be more offended that Steve's thinking about food while Eddie's making out with him, but the poor guy has been living the high protein, low carb training diet for way too long now.

"You didn't dream it, but it was only maybe the third best fried chicken I've had here."

Steve's eyes light up when he grins. "You've gotta take me sightseeing before we go home. I want to see everything you've seen and eat everything you've eaten."

"Then your wish shall be granted, good sir," Eddie promises.

"Yeah, talk nerd to me," Steve says and hauls Eddie into another kiss, which Eddie happily gives him until Steve bites his lip, pulls back, and says, "Hang on, I need to piss."

Eddie laughs, rolling off him and flopping backwards onto the bed. "That the kind of romantic way you speak to all the girls, Harrington?"

"No," Steve says. "But I don't feel like I've gotta pretend with you."

Well shit, Eddie thinks, as Steve climbs off the bed and heads for the bathroom. Who knew Steve was gonna be sincere?

He lies on his back, watching Steve's ass unashamedly as he makes his way to the bathroom. He leaves the door half ajar, while he's peeing, because first and foremost: jock.

"I'm gonna shower," Steve calls. "Wanna join me?"

Eddie feels a laugh punch out of his chest. Hell yes, he wants to join him, but he's pretty sure Steve's joking.

Then he remembers that, wait, Steve doesn't have to worry about the Olympics sex curse anymore. Maybe he does mean it. Eddie's half way to sitting up, when Steve pops back into the room.

"No?"

"... Can't tell if you're teasing me," Eddie admits.

Steve looks at him then looks over at the dressing table. "Remember what you said the first time we kissed?"

"Was it oh my god, am I dreaming?" Eddie asks, racking his brain to try to work out what it actually was.

Steve grins at him. "You said you'd shower with me, if I brought home a gold medal." He reaches over and picks up the one gold, sitting it between his two bronzes. He takes a second, seeming just to need to look at it, then holds it up. "I know it was for a relay so I only won like, a quarter of it. But does this count?"

Holy fuck, Steve does mean it. Eddie always gets a little hard when they make out, but now he's hard hard and it maybe robs him of his ability to breathe. Or to answer questions.

Steve grin starts to fade. "But totally no pressure," he says, hand curling tight around his medal. "Sorry. Stupid joke, or well, not a -"

Eddie rolls up onto his knees and holds his hands out demandingly. "Give me my prize, Harrington."

Still with that half-grin only, Steve's eyebrows draw together and he lifts up the medal like a question.

Eddie nods. He can breathe now, but it's coming fast, and he feels hot all over.

Steve steps forward and loops the ribbon around Eddie's neck, murmuring, "Congratulations," like Eddie really is winning a gold here. Let's be reasonable though, if this is going the way Eddie thinks it's going, he definitely is the one who's winning.

[judysxnd]

Proofs that Pedro Pascal & Y/n Y/l/n are dating, (part 4)

I didn’t know you wanted more of those! Someone left a comment they wanted to have more of those so, you asked and you shall receive! (Idk how to answer to someone when it’s a repost, so I didn’t answer, sorry!) I sound like an old person 😂

I struggle a little to keep a good schedule when it comes to writings, because I was very focused on doing the requests more than writing my own ideas.

Also I think I didn’t really keep doing them because it was becoming the same things, like I don’t have a lot of imagination when it comes to going out and stuff. It was always going to a coffee shop, simple tasks (it shows how bad my life is)

I think this one will be related to the request I got about Pedro x reader on a beach vacation. I will follow that one. The dates here are the same ones of my beach vacation. I follow reality too much!! Ok byyyyye

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21.08.2023, at 1:07pm

Y/n posted an Instagram story of her in the car, and then she showed Pedro driving, but more dancing behind the wheel. They had music playing rather loudly. She captioned “6th hours on the road but it’s going pretty good”. They seemed to be headed somewhere together, somewhere far, or they had traffic. We can’t know for sure. But we missed seeing them together!

22.08.2023, during the day

They were seen multiple times walking around in a small city, which yes is far away from where they are usually seen. They were also spotted eating at a restaurant. It looks like they are on a vacation. But.. friendly vacation? Hm, to be continued..

23.08.2023, around 4pm

Pedro and Y/n were seen at a beach. They seemed to be there alone together, no one else with them. They were in a spot where there weren’t many people, but they were still spotted. Not like they were trying to hide. Pedro stayed a lot in the water, Y/n eventually joined him. She seemed a little scared but the movement of the waves, so she stayed ver closed to Pedro, holding his arms. At some point they got out of the water, laying on their towels. This is where we suspect they are together because as they were both laying on their stomach, Pedro kept his arm around Y/n’s waist. We think they were about to kiss but a fan interrupted them, asking for a picture. So close!!!!

25.08.2023, around 10am

Two days later they were seen in a port going on a small boat together. A romantic little trip? A fan from afar posted a video of Pedro helping Y/n climbing by holding her hand when then to help steady her, putting his hands on her waist. The fan filming was ecstatic! They seemed to be on this vacation just together, it really seems like it’s romantic! But when are we going to get an official statement?

26.08.2023, at 9:13am

Pedro posted a few pictures of his vacation. The beach, a video of Y/n falling because of a big wave, the port, a picture of the two of them that she took on the boat and some food. It’s giving boyfriend vibes. But.. he. did. not. caption. anything. Especially since the picture of them together on the boat is Y/n, on her knees on a couch, Pedro in front of her sitting normally, and her having her arms around his neck. We may not get anything, but still, we’re happy they’re having a good time. They seem genuinely happy.

(Y/n reposted the post on her story, choosing the picture of them together, and she just put a heart. They are driving us crazy!!!!)

27.08.2023, at 8:36am

Y/n posted a video on her story that was actually taken by Pedro. They were in the car again, this time Y/n was driving, still music in the background. At first we can see them and then Pedro turned the camera to show the view. The ocean, a beautiful blue sky a bridge at some point. It seems like they were leaving. There was a caption “one week is too short 🥺”, yeah they’re definitely leaving. She identified Pedro on it this time.

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

Guys. I know it's been *ages* but work is kicking my butt and taking away my will to write at the moment. (Thanks, science. No, it's great, please ruin all my hobbies for me).

Thanks for all of you who were waiting and encouraging me to continue. <3 The name for reader!Kitty is not yet fixed, if you have a preference, let me know in the comments!

And now, without further ado:

Find part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you want to read the beginning of this. =)

Word count: 3.4k Warnings: Still SFW. Just naked butts. Pretty safe, I think? Characters: Ace, Marco & Thatch… and cat!reader :D and Pops appearing, too!

The Stowaway Series, Part 4: Karma

You sat there, just watching them with zero thoughts in your brain for a couple of moments. Two grown pirates – one with a bounty of well over a billion, the other still with a respectable bounty of over half a billion – as they splashed each other with water and bubbles alike. Half-naked, of course, because none of them was wearing a shirt anymore.

What was this?! A Coca-Cola commercial?! What kind of freak pirate ship had you ended up on?!

You blinked slowly, your drenched fur slowly dripping water and making a puddle around you. A bubble slid down your nose and made you sneeze.

Or, perhaps, this was the male version of pillow fights…?

Somehow, right then a bucket smacked Ace right in the face and you thought that you probably preferred the more traditional pillow fights. Like, the ones that didn’t break your nose or anything. Not that Ace seemed to have any problem – if anything, it was the bucket that seemed rather worse for wear now. Slightly deformed, very much melting.

You instinctively ducked when a piece of soap came sailing towards your head and thanked your feline reflexes for saving you from looking like a Persian cat. You shuddered at the thought and slowly, one by one, your brain cells blinked back into existence. This brought with it the revelation that you were absolutely drenched and dripping wet, still bubbly, and very much in need of a proper rinse.

It did, however, also come with the realization that those two were currently pretty distracted and for the first time, you weren’t held by a half-naked man, surrounded by pirates, or incapacitated by water. This, you happily noted, was your chance to get out of here and find a place to hide away with your ninja-like skills. A place that was…-

“Did those two boneheads just abandon you like this, kitty?” the voice connected to the two hands that picked you up cooed at you.

Okay, so your perception wasn’t the greatest at the moment. So what?! You’d been through a lot, okay?!

With a deep, deep sigh, you just hung there in those hands that had closed around your ribcage, not even bothering to fight anymore. You were so done with this shit.

1/10 stars. Do not recommend. Service personnel is pretty hot but ultimately fails at its job.

“Shall we finish the job, hm? Maybe by the time we’re done, Marco will have scrubbed that feral little raccoon clean, too,” Thatch murmured and you were taken over to the shower he had just occupied.

And then… with a start… you remembered that he had been in exactly that shower like a moment ago and he’d been utterly naked. You also remembered that you had visually confirmed only minutes ago that he had a fine ass and the rest of his anatomy had also been pretty convincing.

On the one hand, for the sake of your modesty, you should be very concerned with the fact that he was probably still naked and you were about to enter a shower – also fully naked because you didn’t really count fur as clothes – with a man you had met less than an hour ago.

Had he saved your life? Yes.

But still. You were a good girl. (Or at least that’s what you usually told yourself. Most of the time.) You didn’t climb into showers for some naked and very splashy adventures until you were reasonably sure you’d actually end up having a good time.

On the other hand… you twisted in his arms and threw a curious glance down his front, your tail twitching in interest. If the rest of his body was any indication, he’d be…

Awwww. Covered with a towel.

“Miss Kitty, have a seat,” Thatch said and placed you on top of a little stool. You blinked up at him, not fully unsatisfied with the treatment. For one, he was being polite, and additionally, he had basically perched you on a little throne. Yes. Yes. This was acceptable.

Happy to hopefully get rid of the surplus bubbles you generously offered him a paw, somewhat ignoring the fact that you were supposed to be a simply stray cat, and he took it with a chuckle and started to rinse it clean.

“Or should I call you Lady, hm?” he asked and kneeled down next to you, very carefully washing all the remaining shampoo from your fur as you glanced down at him regally.

Admittedly, this didn’t feel too bad, you had your little perch, a pretty damn good-looking guy kneeling in front of you and basically giving you the finisher of a spa treatment…

Maybe you’d actually give them like… 5/10 stars after all.

Within a couple of minutes, you were actually pretty much clean and he turned off the water and stroked you with long, even movements to squeeze the water out of your fur. It felt quite heavenly, to be honest, and you might actually have started to purr a bit again…

Of course, you just couldn’t have nice things, could you?

Because this was when the door banged open – you were pretty sure some tiles cracked at the impact, and a freaking giant entered the room. And not to be dramatic… but he barely fit through that damn door and by your very modest estimate, it was probably four meters high. You started to look up along the legs. And looked up. And up. And.. still up.

When your gaze landed on a bare chest – what the fuck else, this ship apparently suffered from a severe cloth famine – you noticed enough scars to supply a full battalion of soldiers. And as it traveled even further up, you noticed a white captain’s coat slung over wide, wide shoulders. And as it finally reached a face, ducking in below the doorframe, you saw a white beard.

A.

White.

Beard.

You made a gurgling sound as all the air in your lungs suddenly rushed out of your body and you went first stiff, and then hot, and then felt the fur all along your body desperately trying to puff up against the forces of the remaining wetness in your fur.

Oh no. Oh no no no. This was Whitebeard. The legendary Whitebeard. The guy who’d fought the Pirate King and lived to tell the tale.

“I’m hungry,” he said by way of greeting, “and the boys told me to come here.”

The pressure in the room was almost overwhelming and your feral instincts kicked in before a single brain cell could so much as put a word in in favor of reason. He’d eat you. He’d fucking eat you. He was Edward Newgate, the famous Whitebeard. They’d cleaned you up to serve you to their bloodthirsty captain who ate babies and cute kittens for breakfast!

With a battle scream, you exploded out of Thatch’s hands onto the floor and barely managed to land on your feet in your blind panic. In a feat of pure elegance, you somehow tripped over your own tail only one step further, resulting in you face-planting on the floor for about 0.1 seconds, because that was all the time you allowed yourself to waste. Digging your claws into the tiles, you pushed off and actually propelled yourself onto the wall, just below knee height for the giant between you and survival. If you hadn’t been so busy not getting eaten, you’d have complimented your athleticism.

“What the…-,” Thatch managed to say by the time you took the second long leap towards the door.

You’d manage. You were swift. You were like the wind.

“Flight risk!” Ace screamed when you did your third leap and pushed himself off the floor to rush after you. Fate was in your favor. His foot landed on a bar of soap, his eyes widened comically, and his leg was pulled out from under him as he slipped. You’d have appreciated the beauty of it, probably, the arch his body described as his ass went up and his upper body went down and he landed – hard – on first his shoulders and then his head. You heard something crack and faintly hoped it wasn’t his head. It was pretty.

“Not so fast-yoi!” Marco chuckled as he plucked you out of the air in your fourth leap without breaking a sweat, wrapping a towel around you at the same moment. “And here I thought you were getting used to us.”

There was a select choice of words on the tip of your tongue. Among them were several that were connected to a certain part of his anatomy and the places he could shove it. You were not gonna be eaten! You’d scratch their eyes out! You’d carve your name into their faces! You’d fight until your last breath!

You had claws! You were a ferocious tiger, no matter how small! You had the devil’s power…! You… fucking… couldn’t get out of the towel!

“Now, what’s that?” Whitebeard asked, his tone rather surprised than particularly hungry.

“A cat,” Thatch answered helpfully and ambled closer, toweling his hair dry as he walked.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you should turn back into your human form to show them that you were not a cat and therefore, should not be eaten. Perhaps you should declare that you were not a virgin, either, just to be absolutely sure that they wouldn’t think you were useable for any sort of ritual or for feeding to the giant or…-

No. No. That was dragons. Dragons ate virgins.

What did giants eat?!

“I can see that,” Whitebeard answered, somewhat exasperated, and ducked lower to get a better look at you while you were fighting to get out of the towel. Your claws sliced through the cloth like a hot knife through butter and yet you just couldn’t get free. You shot a wild look at the giant captain.

You were no more than a snack for him. Surely, you weren’t even worth the effort!

But maybe it was no effort. He’d swallow you whole. Like that famous whale at the start of the Grand Line, that supposedly swallowed ships whole. You fought with renewed ferocity and Marco clicked his tongue at you, fighting to keep you under control.

Ace slowly tried to get up again, clutching his hands to the back of his head. “Ouch.”

He was still alive, then. Good. At least you thought it was good…? Perhaps…? At least you hadn’t gotten any cat-eating vibes from him.

The sounds of fabric ripping below your claws announced how close you were to freedom and Marco cursed under his breath, juggling you from one hand to the other to avoid giving you a chance to latch onto one of his fingers.

“Is anybody going to tell me why there’s a cat?” Whitebeard asked finally, his tone surprisingly even.

“It’s our new cat,” Ace said, rubbing at the back of his head. There were tears in his eyes as he tenderly felt around for the quickly forming bump.

“Our cat?” Whitebeard prompted, slowly sounding less patient.

“Yes,” Ace confirmed. “Spot.”

You sank your teeth into a piece of towel and ripped at it, glaring up at Marco, who reached for a second towel, frowning. “She doesn’t have a single spot-yoi.”

“I see lots of spots,” Ace muttered and blinked slowly. “I knew it all along. The soap almost killed me. Told you it causes more harm than good.”

“Your head is way too hard for that. You’re fine. Also, I think Whiskers is a far better name,” Thatch threw in.

Personally, you thought they were both pretty shit. With a low growl, you twisted in Marco’s hands, managed to graze his index finger with one fang, and then were rolled into a second layer of towel. You didn’t feel entirely unlike a burrito.

Heh. A Purrito.

You were hilarious, even when you were 5 seconds away from being eaten. But you were not about to give them any ideas.

“Would you stop that?” Marco asked you with a sigh. “It’s just Pops-yoi.”

“Fluffy?” Ace suggested and slowly came to his feet. Even upside down and pretty sure something horrible was about to happen you could appreciate that the drops of water glittering on his skin and slowly sliding down his very defined abs made him look fine as hell.

“Killer,” Marco threw in and you glowered, wiggling yourself forward and out of the towel wrapped around you millimeter by millimeter. You were still contemplating the idea of turning back into a human – both to be able to think straight again and to maybe tell them that you wouldn’t stand for such ridiculous names. Ah, and the detail to please not eat you or do something else horrible.

Thatch leaned forward and booped your nose. You snapped your jaws at him but he was too quick for you, you didn’t even manage to nick him. “Catness Everclean,” he happily suggested and you couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes.

So he read those types of books, huh? Probably also read romance novels and smut. You scoffed.

“Boys…,” Whitebeard said with a tone that you knew pretty well from your father. It was the tone he used when he was down to his last nerves and he was between giving you up for adoption and accepting his hand in making you the person you were. Your ears twitched.

“Can we keep her?” Ace asked, slowly coming closer, one eye squeezed shut and with one hand still at the back of his head.

“I don’t think…-,” Whitebeard started.

“Look how cute she is!” Ace immediately continued and grabbed you out of Marco’s arms. Still covered in one layer of towels, plus a few stripes of the first one. You tried to twist but his grip didn’t give an inch.

His effort was admirable, really, but with only your face visible in the layers of towels, and your eyes almost popping out of your head from the effort of fighting for freedom, you probably looked more deranged than cute.

“We already have a dog,” Whitebeard answered slowly.

You hissed, sounding somewhat suffocated. Probably due to the lack of air in your lungs at this current moment.

“Somehow, she reminds me of Ace-yoi,” Marco muttered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Is she trying to kill us? Sure. But in a slightly deranged and yet charming kinda way. You can’t really be mad at her. It’s cute, in a way.”

For that, he got another hiss. Sadly you couldn’t give him the middle finger right now. Which was probably good, you reminded yourself, he was an evil pirate, after all.

“Lady Floofiness,” Ace said as if he had heard nothing. When he tried to kick Marco who stood beside him, the older commander simply moved out of his way. “Once she’s dry, you can see for yourself. She’s really pretty and very, very gentle.”

Okay. You were pretty happy he hadn’t cracked his skull open. He was pretty cute. Plus, he probably wouldn’t let you get eaten. You hoped. At least he was your best shot in this room.

Marco snorted a laugh. “Gentle? She tried to amputate my finger. Again.”

“You held her wrong,” Ace hissed under his breath. “You need to support her…-“

“Butt. I know-yoi,” Marco answered with a shake of his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

What was this fascination with your butt?! You had a pretty great one, sure, but in your human form. That you were not about to show them. You had decided so. Perhaps your animal instincts had been a bit overwhelmed by the giant standing at the door, but you slowly lost the fear of somebody wanting to eat you.

Or perhaps you were just going numb. Whichever one.

You squinted up at Whitebeard, who was looking at you with a frown. His beard twitched as he regarded you and you quickly reversed direction and instead of trying to get out of the towel, you buried yourself deeper into it, away from his prying eyes.

“Stefan might not like it,” he finally said.

“He likes Kotatsu just fine,” Ace countered. “And she’s much smaller, won’t take up any space. She can sleep in my cabin.” He started to slowly unwrap you and you grabbed one corner of the towel and tried to hold onto it, suddenly not desiring freedom so much. Freedom meant having no barrier between you and those piercing eyes.

You were still holding onto the towel desperately when two giant fingers grabbed you by the scruff of your neck and picked you up. Gulping, you winced when your body went limb, suddenly unable to do anything but stare at the giant man who had picked you up. He held you in front of his face and you held your breath. This was it. This was the end.

He opened his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Goodbye, cruel world. I’m leaving you today.

“Stefanie,” he said then and you slowly opened one eye back up.

A brief moment of silence, then Thatch cleared his throat and Marco shuffled his feet, searching for words. Ace was less polite. “That’s a shit name, old man,” he blurted out.

“Fluffy isn’t much better,” Thatch murmured and Ace shot him a glare.

“Says the man who suggested Catness Everclean-yoi.” Marco crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head.

“Yeah, and Killer as a name for a teeny tiny fluffy cat clearly wins a prize for creativity,” Thatch shot back.

Marco shrugged. “We can also call her Calamity Jane, seeing as how she made Freckles almost crack his head open, made you bleed for the first time in, what, four years? And has actually managed to nick my skin here.” He lifted a finger with a frown and you could see a tiny drop of blood there for a moment before blue flames engulfed it and it was gone in the next moment.

Thatch, who saw the sparkle in Ace’s eyes, quickly shook his head even as he took a look at his forearms and registered with some surprise that you had indeed managed to scratch him. He dabbed at it with the end of his towel, still shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“I think it’s cool,” Ace weighed in and came to stand just below you, holding his arms out expectantly. You curled your tail around yourself and hoped that you’d indeed be handed over again. Ace was the one who held you in the most comfortable way – by far!

To be fair, perhaps you hadn’t given Marco much of a chance with your little panic attack.

But that was hardly your fault. You were in a room with Edward Fucking Newgate, also called Whitebeard. Also having the highest bounty in the whole of the fucking world. You were pretty sure a little panic was justified.

“You just like it because it fits into your little card naming scheme. Ace. Spade Pirates. Spadille. Calamity Jane,” Thatch accused him and when Marco raised an inquisitive eyebrow, he shrugged. “Queen of Spades? Calamity Jane?”

“Oh,” Marco made and rubbed at his chin. “Then no.”

“Hey!” Ace snapped and lifted himself on his tiptoes to reach for you.

You honestly shouldn’t feel so relieved at the guy heartily grabbing your butt, but at least Whitebeard let go of the scruff of your neck and you dropped into Ace’s outstretched hands. Gulping down a shiver – not quite successfully – you were happy when he brought you close to his chest again. Especially since he didn’t seem to mind that you were still wet.

“I haven’t said yes yet,” Whitebeard reminded them with a sigh. “At least I know now why they were all snickering like idiots when they sent me here.”

“You also haven’t said no yet,” Ace reminded him with a grin and started to stroke you with long, calming movements. Eyes unblinking and brain simply overloaded thanks to the last hour, you lay there against his chest and contemplated whether this was karma. Whether perhaps you had stolen one too many times from the rich and given to the poor. Mainly you, actually. But you were poor.

Ugh. You needed a cocktail with lots of rum and a cigarette.

And you didn’t even smoke.

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Fallen Petals

Book: The Royal Romance Characters: Liam Rys, MC (Jade), Madeleine Amaranth, Bastien Lykel Pairing: Liam Rys x MC (Jade) Rating: E Word count: 1066 Reading time: 4 min Summary: After the first dinner to celebrate his engagement to Madeleine, Liam couldn't stop thinking about Jade. He had to find a way back into her heart. Based on the prompts: @kingliamappreciationweek Day three: Roses / Golden

Author’s note:

Jade Bourbon is a creation of this author. The other characters belong to Pixelberry Studios;

Thank you to @lizzybeth1986 and @sazanes for hosting another KLAW. The event never fails to wake up my writing muse from hibernation 😁

This fic is part of TRR series, To (Secretly) Love You, but I believe anyone who played TRR Book 2 will understand the context.

County of Fydelia, January 2018

"Thank you for coming!" Madeleine faked a smile and waved as the last guest left the grand hall. The countess then grumbled and extended her hand to her maid, who promptly squeezed a hand sanitizer on her palm.

Right next to her, Liam inhaled sharply. It still baffled him to remember that Leo endured Madeleine for three years. Keeping up appearances in front of guests was one thing. But when it was just them and the servants, it was so much harder. After all, that was exactly when Madeleine's true self would show.

"Your Majesty, your bedchambers are ready," Bastien whispered.

"Thank goodness," the King mumbled to his bodyguard, who pressed his lips together and nodded. Bastien certainly knew how obnoxious Madeleine could be.

"I beg your pardon?" Madeleine cut in. 

"Bastien just informed me my room is ready and I thanked him. If you excuse me, I'd like to rest right now." 

"Alright, you've been doing your part pretty well, Your Majesty." Madeleine smirked.

"Not as well as you do, sweetheart," Liam retorted as he walked towards the stairs.

"Just try to not ogle that commoner when she's around and we should be fine."

Liam stopped in his tracks as his hands balled into fists. How Madeleine planned to keep up with this engagement if she insisted on pushing his buttons it was still a mystery to him. But he would never let her know she was getting under his skin.

"Have a good night, Madeleine," he said, plastering his best fake smile then headed upstairs.

Inside his bedchambers, Liam drank the last of his scotch and heaved a sigh. This certainly would give him the worst migraine in the morning, but at this point, it didn't matter. He just wished the whiskey could help him sleep and forget this night ever happened. Yet, he couldn't. How could he forget the look in her eyes? She clearly seemed upset, but her eyes still searched his from time to time. And she changed. Her hair, the way she dressed, her posture... Did she miss him too? Did she still want anything to do with him? He needed to know how she was doing, what she was thinking. He just didn't know how.

A soft knock pulled him out of his reverie.

"Yes?"

"The maid is asking if you want anything from the kitchen, Sir," Bastien explained.

Liam scanned the room, searching for any dirty dishes, when his eyes landed on the flower arrangement on the table outside.

"Actually, I do want a couple of things from the kitchen." Liam began to list a few things he wanted so his guard would pass it along to the maid. "Also, do you know if there are any flower shops open at this hour?"

"I'm not sure, but I can ask around."

"Get me the number of the best flower shop in town. I'll talk to them myself."

"Your assistant can handle this matter, Sir."

"No, let's keep this between us."

"As you wish, Sir."

About half an hour later, the Royal motorcade rolled to a stop before the largest flower shop in Fidelia. Once the King's guard cleared the perimeter, Liam climbed out of the car and walked in, greeting the flower shop owner with a smile.

"Your Majesty, it's an honor to have you here." The woman bowed in respect.

"Thank you for accepting my request in such short notice, Mrs. Atwood. Shall we see the roses?"

As the florist led him to her workstation, where dozens of roses were displayed on vases, a cold breeze blew against the flowers. Liam watched a few petals fall on the floor as a sudden memory took over his mind.

Cordonian capital, November 2017 (coronation night)

A giggle escaped Jade's lips as Liam's hand caressed her lower back and traveled to her derrière.

"So you're a butt man, huh?" She grinned.

"Pardon?" His brows furrowed in confusion.

"You know... Some people prefer boobs, others prefer butt. And since your hands can't seem to rest anywhere else..."

Liam's cheeks flushed crimson. "I didn't realize... I—"

"It's okay," she interrupted, leaning in for a quick yet torrid kiss. "I like it."

A slow smile played on his lips. "Oh, do you now?" Liam captured her lips once again, grasping her buttocks in the process.

"If you squeeze them harder, we might never leave this maze, Your Highness," she whispered.

"Nothing would make me happier."

She pulled away just enough to look at him and arched an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

"Well, there's one thing..." He gazed at her in adoration as a gentle breeze ruffled roses, a few petals falling near them. "Making you my queen would make me the happiest man. Are you ready?"

"I am. As long as I'm with you, I'm ready for anything, my love."

"I love the sound of that."

"Great! Me too."

Both of them chuckled. 

Just then, a gust of wind blew inside the maze, ruffling the flowers, rose petals and leaves flying towards them.

"Oh! So cold!" Jade shivered slightly, hugging him tighter. "I think my butt is going to freeze!"

Liam guffawed then reached for his jacket, covering her backside and part of their thighs.

"Thank you." She smiled softly as a rose petal fell on her hair.

Liam then reached for a red rose nearby, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and placed the rose on her hair bun. Jade has always been an attractive woman to him, even when she wore that unflattering waitress uniform from the New York dive bar. But, right now, wearing simply a red rose from the maze garden, she never looked more beautiful.

County of Fydelia, January 2018

"How many flowers should I get for the bouquet, Your Majesty?" The florist asked.

"All the red roses you have."

"All of them?" The woman's eyes went round.

"And a few baby's breath to adorn the arrangement," Liam said as he touched a fallen petal on the table. 

The florist nodded in surprise (probably shocked that the King knew a thing or two about flowers) and left to pick up the flowers. When she returned, she placed a card and a pen on the table. "You can write a note to your fiancee. I'm sure she'll be delighted to know you came here to pick the flowers yourself."

"Thank you." Liam smiled and reached for the pen and the card. He could only hope the person he'd send those roses to would be willing to read his note and to see him again.

[im-an-anthusiast]

sooooooooooo in the tags of ur most recent ask from crispin u said that anyone could ask for personalized deaths……. sooooooo could u pretty please w a cherry on top and sprinkles and whipped cream come up w some cool deaths for me too????? plsssssssssss (but only if u want to ofc!!!! ^_^ if u feel uncomfy doing that thats perfectly fine!!!! /gen)

I think I want to do this as I have with dear Crispin. I shall offer you some, from which you can pick, choose, mix, or match - or even suggest your own, upon which I will present your death to you in greater detail. Here are some offers.

Dissolving

Your flesh melts and molts, so, good visual factor!

Obviously, incredible agony, and it is very slow

I am probably thinking of increasingly quickly pouring acid

But there is no drain

So you have to either bear it dripping onto you, or pooling at your feet

And climbing steadily...

Mauling

Who doesn't love a couple cute puppies? Some wolf cubs

Holding onto each of your limbs with their teeth ^_^

All pulling

Or perhaps...

Did you know the Ant Eater can tear through even concrete with its enormous claws? ^^

Drowning

Oh, so boring, right?

Except it's not water you're drowning in

Blood and bile together, swirling, climbing up your throat, hot acidic liquid spilling into your airways

You watch the vessels on your arms burst, blood blossoming just under your skin

Red floods your vision, as you cry blood, all youe senses overtaking by an unstoppable flow

Your body rebels against you, a slow, painful murder of self

You're not alone

You think that...

You might be sharing your living space

The most sacred of them

Your body

And you also think th-

There! Did you feel it?

A squirming under your skin, a burrowing through flesh

A moving, bulging lump, making its way across your body

It feasts

Is there anything you can do, than slowly die, to feed another?

[bubblegum-blackwood]

Homoeroticism in Carmilla:

- Laura about Carmilla: "[Her face] was pretty, even beautiful"

- Laura about Carmilla: "Her smile had softened. Whatever I had fancied strange in it, was gone, and it and her dimpling cheeks were delightfully pretty and intelligent."

- Laura about Carmilla: "I took her hand as I spoke. I was a little shy, as lonely people are, but the situation made me eloquent, and even bold. She pressed my hand, she laid hers upon it, and her eyes glowed, as, looking hastily into mine, she smiled again, and blushed. She answered my welcome very prettily."

- Carmilla to Laura: "I saw you - most assuredly you - as I see you now; a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and large blue eyes, and lips - your lips - you as you are here. Your looks won me; I climbed on the bed and put my arms about you, and I think we both fell asleep."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She sighed, and her fine dark eyes gazed passionately on me. Now the truth is, I felt rather unaccountably towards the beautiful stranger. I did feel, as she said, 'drawn towards her', but there was also something of repulsion. In this ambiguous feeling, however, the sense of attraction immensely prevailed. She interested and won me; she was so beautiful and so indescribably engaging."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She held me close in her pretty arms for a moment and whispered in my ear, 'Good night, darling, it is very hard to part with you, but good night; tomorrow, but not early, I shall see you again.' She sank back on the pillow with a sigh, and her fine eyes followed me with a fond and melancholy gaze, and she murmured again, 'Good night, dear friend.' Young people like, and even love, on impulse. I was flattered by the evident, though as yet undeserved, fondness she showed me. I liked the confidence with which she at once received me. She was determined that we should be very near friends. Next day came and we met again. I was delighted with my companion; that is to say, in many respects. Her looks lost nothing in daylight - she was certainly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and the unpleasant remembrance of the face presented in my early dream, had lost the effect of the first unexpected recognition."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid. Her complexion was rich and brilliant; her features were small and beautifully formed; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous; her hair was quite wonderful, I never saw hair so magnificently thick and long when it was down about her shoulders; I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in colour a rich, very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it, and spread it out and play with it."

- Laura about Carmilla: "But no matter what my tactics, utter failure was invariably the result. Reproaches and caresses were all lost upon her. But I must add this, that her evasion was conducted with so pretty a melancholy and deprecation, with so many, and even passionate declarations of her liking for me, and trust in my honour, and with so many promises that I should at last know all, that I could not find it in my heart long to be offended with her. She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, 'Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die - die, sweetly die - into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of the cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.' And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek."

- Laura about Carmilla: "In these mysterious moods I did not like her. I experienced a strange tumultuous excitement that was pleasurable, ever and anon, mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust. I had no distinct thoughts about her while such scenes lasted, but I was conscious of a love growing into adoration, and also of abhorrence. This I know is a paradox, but I can make no other attempt to explain the feeling."

- Laura about Carmilla: "Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardour of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, 'You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.' Then she had thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling."

- Carmilla to Laura: "Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard - hard - harder."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She looked languidly in my eyes, and passed her arm round my waist lovingly, and led me out of the room."

- "She rose, and each with her arm about the other's waist, we walked out upon the pavement. In silence, slowly we walked down to the drawbridge, where the beautiful landscape opened before us. 'And so you were thinking of the night I came here?' she almost whispered. 'Are you glad I came?' 'Delighted, dear Carmilla,' I answered. 'And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room,' she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder. 'How romantic you are, Carmilla,' I said. 'Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.' She kissed me silently. 'I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.' 'I have been in love with no one, and never shall,' she whispered, 'unless it should be with you.' How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. 'Darling, darling,' she murmured, 'I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.'"

- Carmilla to Laura: "You do not know how dear you are to me, or you could not think any confidence too great to look for. But I am under vows, no nun half so awfully, and I dare not tell my story yet, even to you. The time is very near when you shall know everything. You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me and hating me  through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature."

- Laura: "Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardour the more my strength and spirits waned."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She beckoned me to her with her pretty finger, in silence. Her face expressed extreme fear. I ran to her in an ecstasy of joy; I kissed and embraced her again and again.”

- General Spielsdorf about Carmilla: "In the meantime the young lady, whom her mother called by the odd name of Millarca, when she once or twice addressed her, had, with the same ease and grace, got into conversation with my ward. She introduced herself by saying that her mother was a very old acquaintance of mine. She spoke of the agreeable audacity which a mask rendered practicable; she talked like a friend; she admired her dress and insinuated very prettily her admiration of her beauty. She amused her with laughing criticisms upon the people who crowded the ballroom, and laughed at my poor child's fun. She was very witty and lively when she pleased, and after a time they had grown very good friends, and the young stranger lowered her mask, displaying a remarkably beautiful face. I had never seen it before, neither had my dear child. But though it was new to us, the features were so engaging, as well as lovely, that it was impossible not to feel the attraction powerfully. My poor girl did so. I never saw anyone more taken with another at first sight, unless, indeed, it was the stranger herself, who seemed quite to have lost her heart to her."

[kusuguricafe]

Denki Makes a Splash!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope you're having a fun summer ⛱️☀️

Summary: Denki’s pitfall prank goes awry—will the UA girls be able to turn the tides?

Characters: lee!Kaminari, lers Momo, Jirou, and Mina (Sero cameo)

“You guuyyys,” Mina whined, “I forgot my towel!

Class 1A had taken a well earned trip to the beach to relax and have some summer fun. Most of the students were busy putting on sunscreen or setting up their beach towels and umbrellas.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Momo started, “I can just make one for yo—”

“WAIT! Look over there! Is that mine? It looks just like it!”

Sure enough, a hot pink and black zebra striped towel lay upon the sandy beach before Mina and Momo. The two walked over to inspect it.

“Yep, that’s definitely mine. I accidentally burnt a couple small holes into it right here, see?” Mina gestured towards the edge of her towel.

Momo nodded. “I wonder how it got here.”

“You know, this is actually a pretty nice spot.”

“Shall we set up here?”

“Hey! Wait for me, you two!” Jirou called out.

“Jirooouuu! We’re gonna set up heaaAAAAHH!!” Mina plopped down onto her towel and, to her surprise, plummeted a few feet before hitting the bottom of a sandy pitfall.

“Oh my! Mina! Are you alright?” Momo exclaimed.

“Mina!?” Jirou cried.

“I-I’m fine! Just uh, a little stuck!”

“Hold on one second,” Momo said as she began to create a rope ladder. “Jirou! Be a doll and come help me hold this for her, will you?”

“Coming!”

“Ha! I can’t believe she actually fell for it!” Denki snickered from behind a nearby rock.

“She really fell for it, huh?” Sero quipped.

Jirou’s earphone jacks perked up at that all-too-familiar squeaky laughter. “KAMINARI!!” she roared, facing his direction.

“Crap—quick, let’s go!”

Denki and Sero bolted in different directions.

“Once we pull her out of here, you’re dead!” Jirou shouted, “DEAD! You hear me!?

Momo and Jirou managed to hold the rope ladder steady enough for Mina to successfully climb up out of the pit, towel and all.

“Thank you guys!! Jirou, did you see Denki?”

“No, but I heard the little punk. He would have had access to your room at some point before we all left, right? I bet he’s the one behind this.”

“You’re probably right,” Momo sighed, “He’s always pulling stunts like this.”

“I say we take revenge,” Jirou declared. “Who’s with me?”

“I am.” Momo raised her hand.

“Aye, aye, captain!” Mina saluted.

“Let’s make sure that loser gets a taste of his own medicine!”

And so the hunt began. The three girls headed in the direction where Jirou had heard him. After several minutes of searching and asking around, they still had yet to find him. Until…

“Do you guys see that yellow thing in the water?” Momo asked.

Mina and Jirou looked over towards the ocean.

“I think I can see his signature black lightning bolt! C’mon!” Mina urged.

The trio started running towards the sea. Kaminari’s familiar outline became clearer the closer they got.

“There you are!” Jirou yelled.

Already in their bathing suits, the girls ran into the water after him.

“Ah! Stay back!! Or I, I…! I’ll sneeze!”

“You can’t do that, you idiot! You’ll shock everyone else along with us!” Jirou exclaimed.

“Oh, r-right… WHA! W-wait! Jirou! You can’t just drag me out of here!”

“Help me out, Momo, Mina!”

“On it!” Mina said, grabbing Denki’s other arm.

Momo quickly made a lasso and tossed it his way.

“Oh, come on!” Denki cried, “There’s no way you just lassoed me!!”

The three girls managed to pull the poor boy back to shore.

“We’ve got you now!” Jirou said.

“What are you gonna do with me?” Denki asked nervously.

“Let’s toss him into the hole!” Mina said.

“Good idea!” Momo agreed.

“Better yet, let’s bury him in it!” Jirou suggested.

“Bury me??”

The girls looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They hauled him over to the hole he had dug. Momo tied his wrists together with the lasso. They (gently) threw him in and started filling the sand in around him.

“You guys can’t just bury me alive!!!”

“We’re not going to bury your head,” Momo reassured.

“Or your feet!” Mina added.

Denki looked up at them, confused. Unable to free himself from his binds, he succumbed to his fate.

There Kaminari lay, face up, almost entirely buried in sand.

“Now for your real punishment,” Mina smirked.

“This wasn’t my punishment!?”

Momo and Jirou looked at Mina in confusion as well. She walked over to Denki’s bare feet, knelt down, and skittered her nails all over his exposed soles.

“This is your punishment!”

“AAAIIIEEEE NONONONONOHOHOHO! Minaa nOHOHOhoho!!” Denki protested.

Momo giggled. Jirou kneeled down near his head.

“Good thinking, Mina! How you like this, huh?” Jirou teased, tickling Denki’s neck and ears.

“I dohohohon’t! Nohohohohoho!!”

“You don’t know?” Momo chimed in. “Maybe this will help?” She sat beside his buried torso and began digging a small window in the sand, revealing Denki’s tummy.

“Nohohohohot you tohohoo-AAAHH NO! PFFTAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHALL OF YOU!!”

“Haha, his hair’s standing on end!” Jirou pointed out.

“Coochie coochie coo~! This is what you get for breaking into my room and stealing my towel! And then setting up a trap!? Really, Denki?”

“IHIHI’M SAHAHAHAHAHARRYY!” The tickling felt so much more intense with how little he could move away from six hands! “PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!!”

Momo dipped a finger into his belly button and wiggled it around, Mina was focused on tickling underneath and in between his toes, and Jirou found a particularly sensitive spot behind his ears. Tears pricked the corners of Denki’s eyes.

“You’re gonna kill meeeEEAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA J-JIROU EEEEHEHE NAHA *snort* NAHAHA *snort* NAHAHAT THEHERE! NOT THERE NAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHE *hiccup* EEHEHEHEHEEEEE!!”

“Haha aww, you must have found a really good spot, Jirou!” Mina beamed.

Momo paused for a moment, startled by Denki’s sudden hollering. Jirou appeared to be mildly flustered by how much of a reaction she was getting out of the boy. Her evil smirk melted into a bashful smile.

“Hey! Are you guys torturing Denki or something??” Sero yelled, rushing towards the scene.

“More or less,” Mina answered.

“GUHUHUYS SERIOUSLYYY! I’M GOHOHONNAHA BLOW A FUHUSE!”

“I think you can take a liiittle more, can’t you?” Mina sang.

He shook his head weakly.

“You two should probably slow it down a bit,” Momo said.

“Yeah, I don’t think he’s lying about the fuse thing,” Sero agreed.

Mina did not heed their call and Jirou was in her own little world. That was, until—

“YEOWCH!” Mina screamed.

“AH!” Jirou yelped.

“Weehehehei~”

Sero put his hand on his forehead and shook his head. Momo resignedly began digging Denki out of the sand.

“Oops, hehe…” Mina said with a sheepish grin. She began uncovering his legs.

Jirou blinked. Realizing what had happened, she pitched in as well.

Sero joined in and the four of them uncovered and untied the short-circuited boy. They carried him to an umbrella Sero had set up earlier and set him down onto a beach chair in the shade. Sero began fanning him with a paper fan Momo had created.

“Are you alright, Denki?” Mina asked.

“Wei,” Denki replied, giving her two thumbs up.

“Sorry if we pushed you too far…” Jirou apologized. “But don’t go doing something like that again, okay? Mina could’ve gotten hurt!”

Denki nodded. Mina began rummaging through her bag. She pulled out a small bottle of pineapple juice.

“Here, you can have this,” she said, handing it to him.

“Th-thank you. Come closer for a second.”

Mina did so. “Yeah?”

“Sorry for stealing your towel. And for trapping you.”

“It’s okay, I forgive you!”

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her closer. “But don’t bury me again!” He lightly tasered her side.

“EEK! Okay okahay!”

“You didn’t mind the tickling, then?” Jirou sneered.

“Oh, shut up!”

[impale-me-radio-daddy]

(Okay, are you ready for a part 3 of 'Hotel finds lookalike first'? Because I've been stewing and decided to tease a potential love triangle for a laugh. I wonder who it will be with?)

*It's been a month since Lookalike!Reader joined the hotel, they sit on the sofa trying to shrug Alastor away who is standing behind the sofa and keeps trying to subtly run a finger over Lookalikes antlers as he talks with Charlie about their latest promotional idea. Lookalike!Readers' antlers are now perfectly smooth, having just shed their velvet.*

Angel: *Sitting at the bar, watching Lookalike!Reader fidget under Alastors petting* Look at them. I'm telling ya, me and Smiles Two could put Val out of business with a cheap camcorder. Hell, I bet that shit would even get Asmodeus himself banging down our doors, begging for a taste~

Husk: *Huffing as he looks a Lookalike!Reader shuffle away from Alastors hand again* Fat fucking chance of that happening, Als got his claws deep in that one. Why else do you think they're not allowed to leave the hotel without me, Niffty or Charlie escorting them? It's not just to keep up the illustration that they're him. By the time you take them out for a drink and give them a flower you plucked from the side of the road, Al will be on ya, threatening to rip what little remaining of your soul out of ya before you can blink.

Angel: *Raising an eyebrow* Talking from experience?

Husk: *Averting his eyes* ...

Angel: Wait. No. *Chuckling* You did? Didn't know you had game, Whiskers. Besides, I thought ya hated Al.

Husk: *Grumbling* Shut it. I might hate Als guts, but even I admit he's a good-looking guy. Besides, they're not Al. They just look like him. They're a bit... softer? Naive? Uh, whatever it is. They're just different, okay? You'll understand the more you hang out with them.

Angel: Alright, whatever you say Husk.

*Both look over to see Lookalike!Reader sighs and relaxes as Alastor and Charlie walk away from the sofa, Alastors eyes staying on them the whole time he walks away.*

Angel: You know... Val's been asking about them, trying to get me to bring them to the studio. Think he wants to make them his latest 'star'. Probably wants to dress them up and use them to ruin Als reputation, its very hard to take someone seriously when the whole of Hell seen you get your backdoors blown in by ten dick at once. Trust me on that.

Husk: Or he wants to deliver them to Vox all gift wrapped with a pretty bow, creeps been obsessed with Al for decades. Wouldn't be surprised if he plans on using them for some fucked up fantasy of his.

Angel: They've probably given him a fuck ton of new fantasies. Two Als under one roof? He's probably given himself carpal tunnel from jerking off to that thought.

*The pair watch as Keekee climbs into Lookalike!Readers lap as they begin to pet absentmindedly pet her.*

Angel: Hey. You don't think Val or Vox will... try anything drastic to get to them? Like, I don't want Al owning their soul as much as the next guy, but compared to Val and Vox? *Grimacing at that thought.*

Husk: *Frowning more* I won't be surprised, but I doubt it'll happen anytime soon. Like I said, Als got his claws deep in them. They probably think he already owns them, and you got to either be more powerful than Al, really hate him or just be incredibly desperate to fuck with something Al owns.

Angel: Eh, probably a bit of all three to be safe. And I doubt anyone like that will just stroll on in here any time soon.

Lucifer: *Bursting through the door* Hello! It's been a while since I last visited. You know, catching up with royal duties and all. How is Charlie? Anything interesting happen lately? *Eyes scan the room before landing on Lookalike!Reader with Keekee in their lap. He scoffs before walking over to them with his arms crossed.*

Angel: Huh, speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. This utter be entertaining.

(Note, Lookalike!Readee acts noticeably nicer in this AU, which is why Husk and Angel are more chill with them. They are still cunning and actively learning how to deal with Hell and its inhabitants. They've just had a more positive introduction to Hell thanks to the hotel and not having to deal with Vox.)

You blinked in surprise. This guy was Lucifer? You'd seen various depictions of him when you were alive, and most of them seemed to show him as about ten feet tall with horns and wings, but this guy was, well... short?

"I see the bellhop is still here," said Lucifer, an unpleasant glint in his eyes as he sidled into your personal space.

Fuck. Lucifer had mistaken you for Alastor, and they apparently had some sort of beef going on. You gave a pleading look to Angel Dust, who shrugged four of his arms at you. What the Hell were you meant to do here? It took a second or so for the gears in your head to whirr into place with an answer.

"Oh my goodness!" You hugged Keekee to your chest. "You're the King of Hell? I've heard so many things about you!"

"What." Lucifer blinked at you, his expression bewildered. "You have?"

"Mhm!" You nodded vigorously, and at this point Lucifer seemed to be catching on to the fact that you were definitely not Alastor. "Everyone here talks about you!"

"They do?" Lucifer coughed. "I mean- of course they do!" He struck an arrogant pose, which lasted for about a second. "What sort of things do they say?"

You enthused about his powers and how he had rebuilt the hotel, watching as his expression morphed from uncertainty into happiness as you recounted how grateful everyone was. Oh, this was too easy. Putting Keekee down, you smiled at Lucifer and invited him for a drink with you at the bar.

[teen-cups-au]

Teen Cups - Plot Notes Part 24

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Chalice is walking in the forest. She’s typing on her phone.

Chalice: I think I know where to find Quadratus! I’m sure he’ll be able to answer our doubts!

Baroness von Bonbon: Whoa there girl! Remember last time you went exploring?

Chalice: I promised my Papa to share my position every time I go somewhere!

Baroness von Bonbon: Ok then. Still, be careful!

She reaches a destroyed Mausoleum. She’s frozen and has flashbacks of back when she was stuck in a jar.

Chalice: Ok, keep it together… Papa knows where you are… If you’re trapped again, surely it won’t last as long! And it’s not dark yet! Come on, for Cuphead… From what I found, Quadratus should be behind these ruins… Go already! The first step is the hardest!

She takes a step. Then stops.

Chalice: Ugh, come on, continue!

She runs to the ruins and climbs them, constantly looking around.

Chalice: No jar… Just brushing against one was enough, gotta be careful...

On the other side, she keeps her guard up. Until a voice surprises her.

Quadratus: Careful, young lady!

A line of rocks makes her stumble and she falls in water.

Quadratus: Oh well… I knew it was going to happen anyway… I wouldn’t mind if you moved away from my eye though.

Chalice looks down and sees her hand on Quadratus’ eye. She gets up.

Chalice: *gasp* I’m sorry!

Quadratus: Mmmblmm…!

Chalice: What?

She then realizes that she now has her feet in his mouth.

Chalice: Oh gee, I’m so sorry!

She goes out of the water.

Quadratus: Mh- Ahem! It’s alright.

Chalice: Are you-

Quadratus: Yes, I am Quadratus.

Chalice: How did-

Quadratus: I know everything.

Chalice: Oh, yeah ri-

Quadratus: Yes, I know that you know. Calm down. You have nothing to fear here.

Chalice: What?

Quadratus: You are scared to be trapped again. It won’t happen. When a Mausoleum is collapsed, the Devil’s trap inside isn’t active.

Chalice: Devil’s t-?

Quadratus: Yes, the jars in the Mausoleums are traps from the Devil to capture souls from people who are too good to deal with him.

Chalice: Really? But… Then why-?

Quadratus: He installed them such a long time ago that he forgot they were a thing. People took too much time to find these buildings. That’s why he didn’t collect your soul, even though you were trapped for months.

Chalice stays silent.

Quadratus: Yes, he’s not the smartest entity.

Chalice: O-Okay…

Quadratus: I apologize for making you uncomfortable.

Chalice: What?

Quadratus: I know it’s the first time someone can read your mind so deeply.

Chalice: Well, actually-

Quadratus: I said “so deeply”. Cuphead’s mind reading is pretty basic. It can actually not be qualified as literal mind reading. But he explained you that already.

Chalice: Ah, uh…

Quadratus: Yes, I know, it must be annoying to be cut that much. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to shut my mouth with your feet again, like you’re thinking. Even though I know you won’t, out of politeness. I’ll stop.

Chalice: Oh uh… Tha-

Quadratus: You’re welcome. Oh! Sorry, I did it again, didn’t I? Yes I did, why am I asking? I know everything, I don’t need to ask.

Chalice stays silent again.

Quadratus: Alright, let’s go to the point. I know you are tired of being worried for your friends. So I shall answer your questions already. How to free Cuphead from the Devil’s debt, you wonder? Well, there is no way.

Chalice: Oh…

Quadratus: Because he has no debt.

Chalice: What?!

Quadratus: When in doubt, young women of chalice, make sure your boyfriend reads and then kiss!

Chalice: Reads…

Her eyes widen.

Chalice: I don’t think he-!

Quadratus: No, he didn’t. As for Mugman, will he heal? If I answer, would that make a time travel paradox, because you knowing what will happen might make you act differently than if you didn’t know, which would cause a divergence in time and space- Ahem, to keep it short: No, it won’t change much. I know everything, which is why I can tell you that Mugman’s case, however, is bound to the Devil.

Chalice: What?! He-?

Quadratus: No, he never made any deal with the Devil. However…

Chalice has her eyes wide open as she listens.

Chalice goes to the casino to have a drink so she can see Cuphead as he serves her and tells him about Quadratus. That he said the answer to their problems is in the contract he signed. Cuphead tells her that the Devil will make things worse if he tries to destroy it. Chalice tells him that he doesn't have to destroy it. She doesn’t tell her about Mugman yet, to not make him having to handle too much info at once.

[izzy-b-hands]

"You'll bond," Ed says. "Jack and I did this too, because we didn't get along one hundred percent right away, believe it or not."

"I tended your wounds after those fights," Izzy sighs. "Him and his habit of breaking full bottles of cheap beer to fight with. But only cheap beers."

"I didn't think I could like him any less," Stede remarks dryly.

"Here we are!"

Ed stops in front of a gate and gestures them inside after unlocking it.

Then, with a clang, he locks the gate again.

"Ed," Stede chuckles. "You're on the wrong side there!"

"No, I'm not," Ed chirps. "See that hedge maze in the distance?"

Izzy turns, and sure enough, there it is. Huge, wide, dark green hedges that seem to go on for miles.

"Oh Ed," Izzy can feel his blood pressure rising. "Ed no."

"Ed yes," Ed says softly. "Jack and I came out of that maze friends and more. We got out most of our little quirks with each other, and learned to accept them!"

"After a few hours in a maze?" Stede frowns.

"Oh," Ed laughs. "No, they have supplies and bathrooms in there; that maze takes at least a day to get to the center of, then out. One of the most challenging worldwide supposedly! I rented it out, so it'll be just you two!"

Stede blinks. "Would us going to therapy together not have been cheaper?"

"Actually, slightly more," Ed replies. "Because I did look into that. If we need to after, we can set that up. Let's try this first."

"What if something happens in there?" Izzy asks. "If we get hurt or sick or who fucking knows?"

"There are cameras I have access to," Ed replies, and points to a small grey building adjacent to the gate. "From that little cabin! So if need be, I can come in with the map and get you out. Or have the paramedics get you out, or whatever."

"You aren't going to let us out until we do this," Izzy says. "Okay."

He turns to the maze. "See you in a day then. Coming, Bonnet?"

He hears Stede fussing softly with Ed, then jogging to him.

"We'll be done by tonight," Stede says. "It's what, about one P.M. now? That's plenty of time."

--

"At least it's pretty," Stede sighs. "In here."

Izzy checks his watch. "It'll be dark soon."

"I know," Stede says, an edge of panic in his voice. "I wish we could reach Ed, check in at least."

Izzy pulls his phone from his pocket. "Reception isn't great, but we can try."

They wander a few more green halls, until the signal seems as strong as it will get.

It rings. And rings. And rings.

"Ed," Stede scolds softly.

"Mhm," Ed finally mumbles. "Hey, how goes it?"

"Are you eating?" Izzy asks.

"Ramen! Cabin is full of them," Ed replies. "Sorry, I put it down, I promise. Seriously though, everything good?"

"It's cold," Izzy says. "I'm hungry. And I'm old, so my fucking knees hurt."

"You aren't that old," Ed scolds.

"Fine then, I'm a spring chicken and my fucking knees hurt," Izzy rolls his eyes. "Ed, can we please end this now?"

"Since when do you give up so easily?" Ed asks. "Have you guys not even found the food and drink stations yet? They're all over!"

"Ed, there's been nothing," Stede says. "Wh-"

The call ends as the reception cuts out.

"Food and drink and bathrooms first," Izzy says, and turns back towards the previous length of the maze.

"What about sleeping?" Stede asks huffily. "I'm not sleeping on the ground."

"I'm sure sleeping on the public bathroom floor is always an option too," Izzy growls. He's done. Ed is chowing away, warm and happy, while they freeze and starve, and he has to listen to Stede bitch even more than usual.

"Slow down at least," Stede grumbles. "Wish we could just climb over these things."

They stop dead.

"Could we?" Stede continues. "After the bathroom of course, or-"

"Yeah, please stop talking about it until we get there."

"Ah, understood."

It's a break neck race around a few more halls before a grey building with floodlights emerges.

"He could have told us how far in here the first station was," Stede sighs as they leave the bathroom. "Shall we try climbing before we eat?"

Somehow, despite Stede being the taller one, Izzy winds up with Stede sat on his shoulders, scrambling at the twisted and entangled branches of the hedge.

"Any luck?" Izzy shouts up, trying to avoid suffocating whenever Stede squeezes his thighs around his neck.

"What does it sound like to you!?"

They tumble down in a heap, breathing hard.

"My turn," Izzy sighs as he stands. "Come on."

"What?" Stede wrinkles his nose. "No! We already know it doesn't work."

"I dealt with you damn near killing me a moment ago trying to get out, the least you can do is the same for me!"

Stede stands and stalks off towards the other side of the building, and Izzy fights the urge to tackle him as he follows. Behind that door is a painfully small set of chairs and non-perishable foodstuffs.

"Well," Stede says. "Food is food."

They tuck into the bags of mostly junk food quietly, not a word exchanged between them.

Until Izzy stands back up.

"Bathroom?" Stede asks. "Take a flashlight with, just in case."

"The door is maybe four steps away."

"And it's dark now!"

Stede holds out a small flashlight, pulled from the box in between their chairs.

Izzy yanks it out of his hand and heads outside. Past the bathroom, and down the next long hall of hedges.

--

"I just don't know, Ed," Stede sighs. "He and I are wonderful in bed together, but outside of it..."

"I'm telling you, let the maze do its thing," Ed's voice crackles as the reception to his phone flickers. "You'll both be surprised."

"We already nearly hurt and screamed at each other."

"And?" Ed snorts. "Everyone gets pissy and shouty in mazes. That's part of what they're designed to do, I think."

"To test relationships?" Stede scoffs. "Ed."

"Well obviously I don't have an academic source or anything on that but," Ed sighs. "Keep trying. I think you two just need something like this. I might be wrong. If I am, I'll own it. I'll hate it, but I will."

Stede chuckles. "I know you mean well. Okay, I'll keep trying. I'll go see if he's lost out there, since I'm sure he didn't turn on the flashlight I made him take."

"Good," Ed says, and Stede can hear his smile. "Get some sleep, then start fresh in the morning. That's how Jack and I did it."

"Alright. I love you, sleep well."

"Love you more, make sure Izzy actually sleeps!"

--

"Stupid fuckin' Bonnet," Izzy mutters as he follows the flashlight's thin beam on the ground. "Stupid fuckin' maze."

A snapping sound makes him jump, and he cringes at himself. There are woods outside the maze's fence, and surely plenty of nocturnal animals wandering them. But they can't get into the maze, and he can't get to the woods, so they have no reason to bother each other.

"Y'know Ed, I don't even hate him," Izzy continues aloud. "I think you think that. But I don't. He has his redeeming qualities. He's just irritating as fuck about them half the time. Even if he didn't know how to fuck me well enough to shut my brain down, there are a few other things that might make me want him still. But you don't trust me to even take the time to bond with him on my own, to let it take as long as it takes. No, instead we're doing this forced, reality showesque bullshit. It worked for you and Jack because you went in stoned and drunk with more to get you well through the maze and after! Who wouldn't have a good time then, even with someone they weren't getting along with entirely?"

The sound of his steps takes over the space, turning to squishing as rain pours down.

"I should have figured," Izzy sighs. "At least Bonnet is warm and safe. I'll find the way out, mark it somehow, then go back and drag him out."

--

Stede wanders the maze, hood of his jacket now flipped up to shield him from the rain.

"Israel, I swear when I get my hands on you," Stede grumbles, glaring down briefly at the mud all over his shoes. "I should have known better. Of course he'd pull some shit like this!"

Thunder echoes, and he can't help but shake.

"Keep trying," he sighs. "For Ed's sake at least."

His jacket is thin, and essentially useless after another ten minutes.

"He'd better be ready to fucking cuddle," Stede mutters. "Out here freezing my ass off for him. That is the least he can do!"

--

Izzy pushes at the hedge. "No, I already ran into this one. So I need to go back-"

He turns and stares down the pitch black hedge lined hall. His flashlight, cheap by texture of the plastic alone, had died quickly.

"Fuck," he sighs and drops to the grass. "Screw it; I've slept in worse places."

He snuggles into his coat, grateful for the borrowed hoodie from Ed that's underneath.

--

"Izzy, this isn't funny!" Stede calls into the dark. "Either follow my voice, or shout so I can follow yours!"

Nothing but the whipping of the wind, the clatter of the rain drops on his hood, and another clap of thunder.

"Fuck this," he shouts into the wind, and walks down another length of maze until there's the lee side of a hedge to huddle into.

"If I die out here Israel, I swear-"

--

Ed stares at his phone and wills it to ring.

A notification beeps and he nearly drops it trying to view it.

Not a text. Just a reminder to send in the mortgage payment.

"They're probably fine," he says aloud, despite the rain falling hard enough against the cabin's metal roof to sound like bullets. "They were going to stay inside for the night."

He peers out of the small front window into the darkness, as if he could somehow see them from the front of the maze.

"Shit," Ed mutters as he rushes to shrug on his sweatshirt and coat.

--

His joints hurt. Then again, everything hurts since he slept on the literal fucking ground.

Izzy sniffles and stands and tries to resist the urge to shake a little bit dry like a dog. It probably wouldn't do much, but it would be satisfying.

Instead he stumbles back out to another hedge lined hall, then down another, and another and-

The way out. A way out, at least. No, he didn't find the center like they're supposed to first, but he's not staying in here any longer.

Izzy looks back. No Stede. Maybe he's already out?

"Fuck," Izzy mutters. "Fucking Bonnet."

He turns, only to smack directly into Stede.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" Stede shouts. "This is what I get for going out to save you-"

"I didn't need saving, if anyone did, you-"

Their phones ping with a text notification.

A group chat with Ed, and one message:

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO

"Mhm," Izzy sighs. "I think we fucked up."

"I think we did. Shall we go rescue Ed?"

"So he can kill us? Absolutely."

--

"First, I'll make sure they're clean and warm and fed," Ed fumes. "Then, I'm killing them."

His shoes are covered in mud, his clothes soaked through, and the map so wet the ink running as to make it useless.

And he hasn't done this maze in years.

"Maybe we should have started with the couple's therapy," he moans to himself and drops to the grass. "Fuck it. They tell kids to stay in one place while lost, right? What is an adult but a really tall child with bills?"

--

"Just call him," Stede sighs. "I know, it means-"

"An entire afternoon and night with Jack," Izzy interrupts. "I can't drink like that anymore."

"Me neither, but what other option do we have? We're lost, Ed might be lost too, and you said Jack has an excellent memory for things like this-"

"Fine," Izzy mutters as he fusses with his phone. "Jack?"

The sound of hair metal bashes them in the face from the phone's speaker, and Izzy rushes to put it on speaker instead.

"Izzy! Iz! The Iz Man!"

"Oh sweet christ-" Stede groans.

"Let him finish."

"Uhhh. Fuck, that's all I got today, Iz. How goes it?" Jack asks.

"Bad," Stede replies, leaning in towards the phone slightly. "We're lost, and Ed too, in the maze you and h-"

"That bad boy? Y'all should have invited me! We could have speed ran it!"

"Yeah, next time," Izzy says. "Jack, we need a favour. For you to come here, find us, help us find Ed, and get out."

"Aww," Jack chuckles. "I would love to. But I'm in Tampa."

"Why?" Izzy and Stede ask in one confused and disgusted voice.

"Why not? Beer, babes, boys, beach, uh...hang on I gotta think of a food that starts with B, one second-"

"Baked goods?" Stede suggests and Izzy snorts.

"Uh. Sure, man," Jack hesitates. "Anyway, I'm stuck here. Also, too drunk to be allowed on a plane. With Spirit at least, and that's all I fly, baby."

"Why would we care about-" Stede groans and looks to the sky, seemingly for a caring or uncaring god. "Okay. Thank you for picking up, Jack. We appreciate it."

"Good luck on finding your lost love," Jack burps. "Sorry, we got-brats! That's what we're grilling up here, fuck yeah!"

Izzy ends the call. "Well."

"Mhm."

"Maybe we'll be fine on our own."

--

"Fuckin'," Ed grumbles. "Come on! Don't-agh."

With his last turn on the mobile game, his phone battery finally dies.

"Damn," he sighs deeply and leans into the hedge he's laid up against. "Hedge, we're really in it now. You know that meme?"

The hedge says nothing.

"That's fair, you guys can't use the internet," Ed replies. "I think maybe I actually hate this maze. I thought I loved it! With Jack, I did..."

"Oh. Different things to love, with all the different people you love."

He glares at his dead phone. "Wish I could record that sappy shit in my Notes, but SOMEONE can't handle a few rounds of Candy Crush."

--

"I know that sound," Stede hisses. "That's Ed! Either his phone died, or he lost at Candy Crush."

"Those two do sound similar," Izzy says. "We're close then. Wait. If we're so close-ED!"

They run, up and down hedge lined halls until-

Ed. On the ground, leaned up on a hedge.

"Oh god," Stede breathes as they rush over and kneel by him. "Ed, we're so sorry-"

"I can carry him out," Izzy interjects. "You call an ambulance."

"What for?" Ed's eyes open. "I was resting my eyes. Are you guys hurt?"

"No!" Stede shouts and stands. "Why were you laying here like fucking lightning hit you?"

"I'm tired from searching for you two!"

"Well, we didn't ASK you to-"

"I think I understand now," Izzy interrupts softly, laying by Ed. "Why Jack Nicholson's character in The Shining let himself freeze to death in that maze. You can't come back from an experience like that. We belong to the maze now."

Stede sighs and flops down by Ed's other side. "How long until someone else comes to use the maze?"

"I gave you guys two days, so we have all day today."

"Think they'd deliver a pizza to the maze?"

Ed snuggles them close as Izzy pulls out his phone yet again. "Let's find out."

[theweirdestroller]

Headcanons Pt 2 - Star Sanses

Part two of this headcanon saga! If anyone here knows me from my time on Wattpad, a lot of this may be new to you. I actually used to favor this trio before I looked deeper into Ink and Dream. I would like to say my opinions on the Apple Incident now look less like "wtf Dream, why weren't you a better brother???" and more like "wtf village, those are six-year-olds. Leave them alone." To be fair, I typically write the incident with the twins nearing their teens. So, y'know. But canonically, they're both like, six. Anyway! Stars, you're up! It's your turn on the headcanon chopping block! (they're all sympathetic btw)

Ink:

Really good at drawing but can't write a simple story to save his life

Actually pretty good at sewing. He can not only repair clothing, but make his own

Uses he/they pronouns but doesn't really understand gender. Blue has tried to explain it, but Ink just can't grasp the concept. Or forgets. It might actually be that he keeps forgetting

Despite being horrible at reading others' emotions, he's very good at making and keeping friends. It could be the general joy and carefree attitude he has, but people just really like him

So, with the paints, Ink is supposed to have a bit of each. And most of the time he does. But much like some people ignore certain feelings to cope, Ink will refuse to drink blue or red on certain days because he doesn't want to put up with those feelings if something happens to make them flare up

Has a severe case of leukophobia. He likes painting on his and his friends' bones because of this, but does not explain why

As much as he loves animals, he's scared to have a pet because he thinks he'll forget to take care of it

Despite all his fear of having a pet, he has raised multiple generations of butterflies! And has a pollinator garden

Dream:

Much like Nightmare, Dream forgave Nim for everything. Much like the Gang, Ink and Blue don't agree

Doesn't know how the modern world works. Nightmare remained awake for the 500 years Dream was in stone and it shows. Dream doesn't understand modern tech, modern clothes, or modern slang. Barely understands what a laptop is much less how it works. Never seen a hoodie before, but now he must have ten. "And what, Ink, in the multiverse is a yeet?!" Nightmare likes teasing him for it. Nightmare watched technology and style and weird slang grow. He has a smartphone and regularly shows other people all the pictures of stupid things the Gang did

Can't stand the taste or smell of apples. Which is weird, because Nightmare can, but the Gang thinks he can't

Can't talk to people. If he gets past his nerves, he's really charismatic, but he'd rather die than approach someone first. This was not an issue when he was little, or even newly freed

Likes climbing things, mainly mountains and other tall landforms, but he'll join Cross in scaling random buildings or people sometimes

His magic feels like someone injected cotton candy into your soul. It's sweet and fluffy, sugary, but you know too much is bad for you

Blue:

Okie dokie! The one normal one. He is the best cook out of the Stars. Just really good at following recipes

Has a pet, it's just Toby. Toby likes stealing Blue's attacks.

He has 20 HP, and it took so much training just to get there. He's also pretty good at dodging, but compared to other Sanses, he's not particularly skilled

Feels like he doesn't belong in the Stars. He'll walk into an AU next to literal gods and everyone's cheering. For all three of them. Doesn't really know what to do about these feelings

So, Blue's best friends are some of the strongest Sanses alive. And he regularly has to battle with their stupidity. This makes him incredibly intolerant to stupid/arrogant/idiotic people. He will call people out on rude behavior, bullying, or other such things. A lot of people love him for this. A lot of people, who I shall refer to as Karens, hate him for this.

I need to stress, Blue isn't mean to people, but you can't be a prick around him. He just won't put up with it, whether it affected him directly, or it just occurred near him

Despite being the only Sans out of the Gang and Stars that was younger than his Papyrus, he probably acts more like a fun yet responsible big brother than anyone else

And there are the Stars! I realized I never spat my stupid Hogwarts Sorting list and reasonings behind it, and I must do that next. Because Blue is a Gryffindor. And he's the only one of these three. So I'll do my sorting next, before moving on to other Sanses.

[wild-karrde]

I would love to know more about Crater and Chuckles’ relationship.

How did they get on when Chuckles first joined the squad? What kind of shenanigans did he get up to? How did Crater deal with him? How does Chuckles view Crater??? Is it respect, just an opportunity for mischief, big brother, etc?

After re-reading your Crater mini-series and OSaaT, I now have a burning need to know the particulars of their relationship, if you have time and would like to share!

HI HELLO DEAR FRIEND, I MISSED THIS WHEN IT INITIALLY CAME IN, but I have MANY THOUGHTS about Chuck and Crater ALL THE TIME and shall dump some of them here haha. It got LONG, so I'm putting it under a cut.

So Crater was always an excellent pilot, and it was obvious pretty early on in his training that he was likely going to get his own combat wing to lead. He's always been the quiet, watchful sort that observes and takes plenty of mental notes, and when it became clear he was going to lead, he started thinking about what kind of leader he'd want to be, who he'd want to follow if he was on the other side. He saw plenty of trainers that couldn't lead a bantha to water, and each one was a learning experience for him. He didn't want to be the type that led via intimidation or anger, but he also didn't want to be someone that was a pushover, that didn't garner respect from his brothers. Instead, he opted to make it clear that his leadership was built on trust; his men had to trust him to lead, and he had to be able to trust them to follow him into battle, to watch his back. He felt that the trainers that tried either extreme of the approach were trying to fit all of the clones into a one-size-fits-all sort of box, and that didn't feel right to him. He decided to be someone that could embrace and adapt to the different personalities he would wind up leading. Since pilots tended to have a shorter lifespan than other troopers, he would have to since his wing's composition of personalities would likely change often.

Enter Chuckles, a trooper that had become a pilot purely on accident (he stole a fighter while drunk and wound up having a hell of an aptitude for it). As a shiny, he didn't have a serious bone in his body and seemingly loved to break the bones he did have with his antics. He flew by the literal seat of his pants most missions and seemingly didn't take kindly to the authoritative sort of leadership styles Crater was trying to avoid. He was Crater's first real test of his theory of how a wing should be run, and needless to say it proved it could be successful for him.

Chuckles very much operated on the "here for a good time, not a long time" sort of mantra and had been prepared to push back against whichever hard-ass he'd been shoved under. His first impression of Crater was that he was stoic and far too serious, but that changed quickly. There was one instance where Chuckles had set a series of whoopie cushions in the cockpit of one particularly condescending natborn commander, and he was certain Crater had seen him slink off into the shadows just as he and the commander entered the hangar. Crater never said anything, allowing the commander to climb into his fighter and plop down with a fart noise loud enough to silence all conversation in the hangar. Chuckles heard Crater make a comment about perhaps laying off some of the richer ration bars before making eye contact with him. Chuck was certain he was going to be on permanent latrine duty if not worse, but his captain simply smirked before heading off to his next briefing. That was sort of the turning point for Chuckles where he realized Crater was one to watch out for brothers first rather than just following orders, and that he could handle a joke or two within reason. That was where he started to trust him more, and that trust eventually blossomed into a very close friendship.

Crater quickly recognized Chuckles was someone the men were comfortable talking to, so he often spoke with him to gauge the temperament of the wing. He never pushed Chuck to betray confidences, but more used him as a barometer of how the wing was feeling and to determine what he could be doing better. Chuckles admired that about him, and while he always told Crater he never wanted a promotion on paper, he did appreciate that Crater treated him as something of a second in command, someone to be trusted and asked for input.

That's not to say Chuckles never pranked Crater or gave him a hard time, but there was always a sort of mutual understanding between the two of them. Chuckles never crossed a line that might undermine Crater's authority, and Crater never reported an incident, even if it resulted in yet another broken bone for Chuckles. He understood what Chuck was doing, that the camaraderie and the humor was needed, especially with what they did and how much danger they were always in. They complimented each other really well despite the fact that the two of them seemed to be polar opposites at first glance. And while Chuckles absolutely looked up to Crater and saw him as a big brother of sorts, there were also moments where Crater looked to Chuckles in admiration as well.

I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH AND THIS GOT VERY RAMBLY BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK. I really enjoy talking about the behind-the-scenes stuff with the two of them (and maybe some day I'll write more 28th Combat Wing lore).

[maethinks]

Friendship pt. 2

This is a continuation to something I posted before, called friendship. So here it goes

Aradhya ticked another day off the calendar hanging on her wall and sighed. Only one month left before she went and started a new journey. University. It felt like a big thing- it was a big thing, something which would alter her life forever. 

She turned away from the calendar and walked towards her bed. It wasn't that late but she didn't have anything to do so she decided to sleep. She was doing her skincare when she heard a thump, she poked her head out of the bathroom to see, but nothing was out of the ordinary. She squinted her eyes in suspicion as she returned to what she was doing. There was another thump now, she cursed and left her skincare in between, washed her hands and decided to investigate.

She stood in her room now, hands on her hips, as she looked around. Then, there it was again, it was coming from the balcony, her heart skipped a beat as she thought of all the possibilities. Could there be a cat? Or some other animal? A thief? A MURDERER? She pushed the thoughts down and walked towards the balcony.

She opened the door to a pebble hitting her right on the head, and screamed, then realised that other people lived there, put her hand on her mouth and screamed again, the sound now muffled. She looked down and saw Adi waving at her with an unwavering smile and cursed out loud. 

“What are you doing here?”, she asked him, while closing the balcony door, hoping nobody in her neighbourhood woke up. 

“Come down and I’ll tell you”, he said, gesturing to the ladder on the side of her balcony which had been there since the first time she had snuck out to meet him at the stupid age of 13.

“No”, she said simply, crossing her arms. She probably looked stupid and not intimidating with her big shirt, shorts, fluffy bunny slippers and the cat ear headband she used to push her hair out of her face while she did her skincare, but she didn’t care.

“Oh come on, I came all the way here and you’re not even gonna ask why?”, he said.

“I did ask, you told me to come down, and I said no.”, she deadpanned. “You think you can just come here at 10 pm, throw pebbles at my balcony door, and expect to not re-enact the Romeo and Juliet scene?

“Oh my god”, he said, putting his head in his hands. “I’m pretty sure Romeo and Juliet didn’t have this scene because balconies weren’t even invented back then”, as always correcting her about theatre facts.

“Well, you know the trope, so come on, make your own lines”, she said, getting in position.

“Ugh, why are we friends?”, he asked but shook his head and cleared his throat.

“Aradhya, Oh Aradhya, let down your hair…, oh wait that’s from Rapunzel”, he said, confusion visible in his eyes.

Ara touched her hair which almost reached her shoulders, and decided to control her laughter.

“Acha, arz kiya hai...”

“Irshaad”, she said, impressed by the dedication.

“Kuch karo fikar mujh deewane ki, dhum hai fir bahar aane ki”, he said with a bow.

“That’s from Layla and Majnun”, she said, remembering the time he used to make her remember his favourite quotes.

“You know I’m not good at impromptu stuff and this bow is very uncomfortable so if you would please hurry up and say something back, that would be amazing, thanks”, he said, his voice strained from the bow.

“I love you to the moon and to Saturn”, she said in the same loving tone and did a little bow for good measure.

“That’s literally a Taylor Swift lyric”, he said, now standing straight.

“I thought there were no restraints on poetry”, she said, as she went inside her room, got her phone, and keys, took the hairband off and put on her shoes.

“Well technically but-”, he started as she climbed down the ladder, but she stopped him with the finger.

“Shall we go now?”, he asked with the same mock bow as before, she slapped him on the head and ran away laughing as he tried to catch up.

…

“Now tell me, what made you think of me at this time?”, she asked him as they walked.

“Well, since you’re going to England to live with the colonizers, which was a joke for legal reasons. As I was saying, I’m going to make this your most memorable month, starting with today.”

“Fair enough, she said, “where are we going though?”

“Aradhya”, he faced her now, the excitement visible in his eyes, “We are going to get tattoos”

“Whoa whoa wait”, she stopped him there, “this is a big deal and well I haven’t asked my parents.

“Well, you turned 18 last Friday, so technically you don’t need parental consent, besides, didn’t you literally ask them that day?”, he asked.

“You’re right, and I have wanted to get a tattoo since forever.”, she thought about it, and remembered asking her parents about it last week, they had been cool about it and said she could get it done now that she was 18. 

“Well, any ideas then?”, she asked him as they started walking once again.

“Oh yes, I have a Vision with a capital V”, he said waving his hands around, as if he was trying to make her see what he had in mind with invisible diagrams in the air.

“So I’m gonna go in there, and get a SpongeBob tattoo on my ass and guess which quote I’m gonna use”, he wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She laughed and said “Oh my god, please don’t tell me you’re for real”

“I’m serious, come on guess”, he told her but he was laughing too.

“The smell one”, she guessed.

“BINGO”, he shouted, and decided to quote the line, “‘Did you smell it? That smell. A kind of smelly smell. The smelly smell that smells...smelly.’, is literally the most iconic thing Mr. Krabs said actually.”

They doubled over with laughter and when they finally calmed down, they talked about how Adi was definitely not doing that.

“You know what we should do?, she said, “We should not tell the other what we’re getting and do a grand reveal later. I think this is both a terrible and a great idea, what do you think?”

“Hmm, let’s see how this goes”, he said as they entered the tattoo parlour.

That’s how an hour later, they were both outside the tattoo place with a bandage covering their new tattoos, eager to see what the other got.

“So how are we doing this, do we count to three?”, Adi asked.

“Let’s just ‘rip the bandage off’”, she said, trying for some humour.

“That was so lame”, he told her and said, “Ooh okay wait, how about we take each other’s bandage off?”

“At the same time though”, she told him.

Ara had decided to get her tattoo above her collarbone, and Adi had gone for the side of the neck. They closed their eyes and took the bandages off.

“1…2…3”, Ara counted, and they opened their eyes.

“Is that-”, they both started, shocked.

“You go first”, Ara said.

“Can I touch it?”, he asked

“Go on”, she said.

He touched the tattoo and her eyes fluttered close. He breathed out and looked at her. “Please tell me this is what I think it is”, he said.

“Remember when you took that Taylor Swift lyric literally and drew actual stars around the scar I got from a glass on this same place? Well, I took a picture of them at that time so I had it with me right now.”, she told him. The scar was still there, but now there were permanent stars around it, all of different shapes and sizes, they looked like the night sky.

“Well you had just introduced me to her and even now after all these years, I’m telling you, Folklore is her best album yet but you’re still stuck up on Speak now.”, he told her.

“I will not tolerate this slander towards my purple heaven”, she faked being offended. 

“Well, your turn now”, he said, getting back on the topic.

“Can I touch it?”, she asked.

“Of course, why would you even ask?”, he said.

“Well you asked, so I thought I better ask too”, she said.

She touched the crescent moon, her drawing as familiar to her as the back of her hand. The moon had two heart-shaped craters, and filling the gap and making it a full moon was a daisy, her favourite flower.

“Didn’t I draw this for that campaign back in 9th grade?” she asked. 

“Yes well, even if the campaign didn’t go well, I loved the design, so even I took a photo of it at that time.

“Our minds”, Ara said, tears welling in her eyes.

“Hey hey hey, no crying”, he told her, but his eyes were full of tears too.

“Hug?”, Ara croaked out.

They enveloped each other in a hug, it was times like these when Adi was grateful they were almost the same height because he got to put his armour down and feel safe in her arms. She traced circles on the small of his back, just like he had months ago.

When they were done crying, they broke apart at each other with bloodshot eyes. Ara took his hands in hers and started to say something but Adi beat her to it.

“The moon might find its sun someday”, he whispered.

“And the stars might find their galaxy”, she whispered back, closing her eyes.

“But they’ll never forget”, he continued.

“The universe they built”, she opened her eyes now, holding his gaze with hers.

“Together”, they whispered at the same time. 

They stood there in silence, looking at each other. This lasted for 5 long seconds and then-

Laughter. Incoherent, deranged laughter.

“Why are we so cheesy, oh my god”, Adi said, tears streaming down his face as he laughed.

Ara was doubled over laughing, clutching her stomach, it was starting to hurt now with the way she could not stop laughing.

They calmed down, and though it took 3 tries, they were walking back to her house now, infectious smiles on their faces. 

Somewhere in the way, Adi slowed down, the smile fading from his face. They stopped at a streetlight. “You know, maybe the stars won’t find their galaxy, maybe- maybe they're better off alone”, he said, his face serious now.

“I know”, Ara looked at him softly, understanding visible in her eyes. “And that’s absolutely fine, so don’t let anyone tell you otherwise”, she hugged him again as he closed his eyes and let himself feel safe again.