#i want to write some Crimson Shadow into this au as well

[laismoura-art]

the fully evil Lin Kuei extorting old ladies left me with a bad taste in my mouth, so have some silly Lin Kuei to help us cope!

Kuai: how long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Tomas: I think it's--

Bi-Han: 72 hours.

Kuai: How do you know--?

Bi-Han: There's a clown behind you and it's not Hanzo.

Hanzo, cracking knuckles: I would glad help you fall asleep if you like, sir!

Made with my Bitter-Brothers-in-Law AU in mind!

[mingi-s-dimples]

weird request..? ( kinda ) it’s me lis😚 i love your work bia and i really REALLY want a demon hongjoong fic 🪦 maybe add some praising and choking kink as well…🤭🤭 i recently saw a picture of him that added to the “joong demon agenda” AND OH BOY 🫠🫠 love you 😚❤️

Crimson Nights - Hongjoong

REQUEST BY: @mingleshine (or how y'all might know her, my lovely Lis) she also made the banner 😋😋 had to use it for my love.

pairing: demon/incubus!hongjoong x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, demon x human, love not necessarily filth (but a little bit cause I love writing filth hihi)

summary: the sillhouette you've always been dreaming and painting about finally finds it's way in your room, giving you what you've been longing for.

WC: 3.5k

warnings: demon au, incubus!hongjoong x human fem!reader, choking kink, neck marking, marking, a sprinkle of praise, pet names (sweetie, darling, princess), ramming (if this is even a warning), hard deep and needy longing love (joong appeared in reader's dreams for years), choking, huge dick!hongjoong, slight belly bulging (he was a big guy hihi), eyes glistering with lust and changing as soon as they're finished, sharp nails (said marking + hickeys), biting, a little bit of cnc maybe from his perspective reader was all down for it, possesiveness, claiming reader (you/re mine/I already claimed you), completely consesual, unprotected (WRAP UP IRL!), slapping/spanking, orgasms (both m&f), fluff (if you squint but I promise there is fluff cause wdym Hongjoong has waited years for reader to be ready to invite him in her world and how he talks to her at the end ansadka I'm blushing), probably forgot something !

Author's Note: I loved writing this one. The description in the beginning made me absolutely looooooooooooooooooove writing this fic, I've always loved to describe nice, vintage/retro like things/rooms. Tysm love for the request andddd can't wait for another one from you hihi <3 love you always, enjoy this one ^^ also I love when u call me bia it makes something in me go insane nshdajkndsma

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The room was a sanctuary of warmth and color, tucked away in an old manor where the whispers of time lingered in the wooden beams. As you stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and crackling fire filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of dried leaves that had drifted in through the slightly open window. The walls were adorned with paintings of every size, each one a vivid portrayal of autumn’s embrace. Rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson spilled from the canvases, capturing scenes of forests bathed in the gentle light of a setting sun, of fields where goldenrod swayed in the cool breeze, and of paths carpeted in a mosaic of fallen leaves.

The floor, covered in a thick, russet-hued rug, creaked softly underfoot, adding to the room’s rustic charm. A grand oak table sat in the center, its surface cluttered with brushes, palettes, and jars of paint that seemed to mirror the fiery shades of the season. On a nearby easel, a half-finished painting depicted a lone maple tree, its leaves a brilliant cascade of oranges and reds against the backdrop of a fading twilight sky.

Outside, the trees rustled softly in the wind, their branches bare save for a few stubborn leaves clinging to their last moments of life. The windowpanes rattled gently, as if echoing the sighs of the season, and through them, the distant cry of a flock of geese could be heard, their silhouettes barely visible against the dusky horizon. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of autumn itself, a place where the beauty of the season was captured and eternalized within the frames on the walls.

You’ve been having some weird dreams lately. The dreams were always drenched in shadows, where reality blurred and the world seemed suspended between night and twilight. In them, you found yourself standing in a vast, moonlit field, where the air was thick with an unspoken tension. The only light came from a ghostly crescent moon, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the landscape. It was in these shadows that you first saw him — a silhouette against the silver light, imposing, with a presence that sent a shiver down your spine and yet held your gaze captive.

He was not like any man you had ever seen. His form was humanoid but dark, almost as if he were carved from the very night itself. Yet, it was his eyes—those glowing embers hidden within the depths of shadow—that drew you in. They were the color of molten gold, burning with an intensity that made your heart race, eyes that seemed to see right through you, into the deepest corners of your soul.

Despite his demonic appearance, you felt an inexplicable pull toward him, a magnetic force that defied all logic. Each night, the dreams grew more vivid, more intense. You would find yourself standing just a breath away from him, feeling the heat of his presence and the chill of the night air against your skin. His gaze would meet yours, holding you in place, and in that moment, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. It was as if his eyes were speaking to you, whispering promises of secrets untold, of passions that could only exist in the world of dreams.

Sometimes, you could hear his voice—a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the silence, filled with both menace and allure. He would reach out, his hand almost touching you, but the dream would always end before you had made contact, leaving you waking with a longing you couldn’t quite understand. The sensation of his gaze lingered among you, haunting your waking hours, making you yearn for the night when she would see him again.

In these dreams, you were not afraid. The darkness did not frighten you, nor did his otherworldly form. Instead, you felt drawn into the mystery, consumed by the curiosity of who he was and why you felt such a strong connection to him. Each night you slipped into the sheets, so willingly, eager to return to that shadowy place where the lines between fear and desire blurred, and where you felt more alive than you ever did in the daylight.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made every breath feel heavy. You stood in the center of the old, dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The atmosphere was charged with an electric tension, a sensation you knew all too well from your dreams.

You had been here before��in those haunting visions that gripped you in the dead of night, where the lines between fear and desire blurred into something irresistible. But tonight was different. This time, you were awake. This time, it was real.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and a shiver ran down your spine. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to coalesce, gathering into a single point of darkness that deepened until it was almost tangible. Your breath hitched as the air hummed with an otherworldly energy. The shadows twisted, taking form, and your heart pounded in your chest as you watched.

Slowly, he emerged from the darkness—a figure of impossible beauty and terrifying power. His skin was pale, almost luminescent against the darkness, and his eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural fire. They were the eyes that had haunted you in your sleep, eyes that saw through you, into you, but you yet had a desire to meet him. His presence filling the room, cloaked in darkness that seemed to cling to him like a living thing.

His lips curled into a knowing smile, one that sent a jolt of both fear and longing through you. It was the smile that had always made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, velvety rumble that seemed to reverberate through your very bones.

"So, we meet at last," he said, his tone laced with a dark amusement. "You've been dreaming of meeting me, haven't you?" 

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. It was as if the reality of his presence had stolen your voice, leaving you with nothing but the rapid beating of your heart and the heat that flushed your skin.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid, almost serpentine. Every step he took seemed to pull you in, your body betraying you as it leaned towards him, yearning for the touch you knew would burn but also ignite something within you.

"You've been calling out to me, every night," he continued, his gaze never leaving yours. "And now, here I am." 

He was close enough now that you could feel the cold radiating from him, mingling with the warmth of your own body. The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of something dark and forbidden, like smoke and spices you couldn't name. It made your head dizzy, your thoughts tangling with desire and dread.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and the contact sent a shockwave through you. His touch was cold, but it sparked something deep within, a fire that you had only ever felt in your dreams. It was a sensation that bordered on pain, but also pleasure—a perfect, terrifying balance.

"Why do you fear me?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I am what you desire most, am I not?"

You swallowed hard, finally finding your voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. "Who are you?"

His smile widened, a flash of sharp teeth that should have frightened you, but instead, it only made your heart race faster. "I am everything you've ever feared, everything you've ever wanted. I am the darkness in your soul, the fire in your blood. I am yours."

The words wrapped around you like a spell, binding you to him in a way that felt both inevitable and inescapable. You knew, deep down, that this was what you had been searching for, what your soul had been yearning for in those lonely, desperate moments between sleep and wakefulness.

“W-what’s your name?” you said, your head dizzy from what he made you feel deep inside you.

“I’m Hongjoong.. nice to meet you, princess.”

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until there was nothing between you but a breath, a heartbeat. His eyes burned into yours, and you felt yourself falling into them, into him, as if you had always belonged there.

"You have nothing to fear," he murmured, his lips hovering over yours, close enough to feel their coolness. "We are one, you and I. And now, you will never be alone again."

As his lips finally met yours, the world around you seemed to fade, dissolving into darkness. All that remained was the heat of his kiss, the cold fire of his touch, and the knowledge that you had finally found what you had been seeking all along—him.

He stopped kissing you, a heady silence falling between, thick with the weight of what was about to happen. His hands, cold yet searing with an undeniable heat, trailed down your neck with a slow, deliberate touch, making you shiver. His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that made your knees weak. You could feel the pull, the magnetic force drawing you closer, deeper into him, and you knew there was no escape—only surrender.

With a fluid, almost predatory grace, he lowered you onto the bed. The mattress yielded under your weight, and the cool sheets sent a shiver through your body. He hovered over you, his presence overwhelming, his gaze never wavering from yours as he gently eased you down, guiding your back to the softness beneath. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of darkness and desire.

His lips found your throat, pressing soft, lingering kisses that ignited every nerve in your body. The sensation was intoxicating, a mixture of warmth and cold that made your skin tingle with anticipation. His kisses were like whispers against your flesh, trailing down to your collarbone, each touch a promise of more to come. His sharp teeth, grasping your skin, receiving some whines out of you. 

You gasped as his hands slid under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers cool against the heated skin of your waist. His touch was slow, sensual, exploring every inch of you as if committing your body to memory. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his voice like velvet, dark and rich. “The way your body responds to mine? The way you tremble under my touch?”

His lips traced the curve of your shoulder, then continued their journey downward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers followed, brushing against your sides, your hips, as he moved lower. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every reaction you gave him.

When his lips reached the edge of your shirt, he paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. There was a question in his eyes, one that didn’t need to be spoken aloud, and your answer was in the way you arched your back, pressing your body into his touch, craving more. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he pulled your shirt higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air.

He kissed along your stomach, his lips lingering on every inch of bare flesh he uncovered, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through you. His hands were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he continued his exploration. The sound seemed to please him, a dark glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes.

His mouth moved lower, his kisses growing more insistent, more demanding, and you could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter with each passing second. His touch was like a drug, addicting, overwhelming, and you were helpless to do anything but give in to the sensations he was pulling from you.

When he finally moved back up to capture your lips again, it was with a hunger that took your breath away. His kiss was deep, consuming, as if he was trying to devour every part of you, to claim you as his own. You could taste the darkness on his lips, the promise of something forbidden, something you had craved in your dreams but had never fully understood until now.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own in the small space between you. “You are mine,” he whispered, the words more a declaration than a question. “Every part of you, every breath, every heartbeat. Mine.”

And as he kissed you again, slow and deep, you knew that he was right. There was no turning back, no escape. You were his, body and soul, and the thought of it sent a thrill through you that was equal parts fear and desire. As his hands continued their exploration, as his lips found every sensitive spot on your skin, you surrendered completely to the darkness, to him, knowing that you were lost and yet finally found.

Your hands found their way through his hair, rubbing the nape of his neck. He took that as a challenge and as one of his hands was travelling around your body, all touchy on your thighs and waist, the other one went for your neck, putting pressure, almost like choking you. It only made you yearn for more as you squirmed under him, his gaze never leaving your needy eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes, princess. How much you want me, how much you need me. Do you want me to let you give in or… will you let me make you mine?” he said as he pressed down on your neck, hovering his lips over your collarbones, leaving soft, sloppy kisses, waiting for your response. 

But as you didn’t say anything, only moving underneath him, in wish of some friction, he understood your movements and manhandled you on your back, pressing your face into the mattress. 

“See, darling? Your body language is everything to me. The way it speaks to me… in no way you’d be able to portray by words” he whispered, his eyes glistening with lust and desire, eating you as a whole. 

“Joong- i- “ you mumbled, trying to get ahold of yourself, his dick struggling inside the rough fabric of the leather jeans, creating a prominent tent. All of this mess caused by you and your little dreams formed a loop of stroking his cock for a few seconds before rubbing his thigh up and down, all through the tightening cloth. 

His calm, yet lustful, twisted expression gave you an understanding on how much he wanted you, how bad he craved putting you on all fours, head buried in the mattress, holding your hands and pounding into you like the demon he was. 

Trembling hands gripping the silk sheets, your bottom lip quivered involuntarily as breathless pants left your mouth, Hongjoong behind you, squeezing and occasionally slapping your ass. It was already red… at how much he fondled with it.

“So… should I.. finally claim you, princess?” he said as he turned you over to face him. He started undressing you, slowly but surely getting rid of everything. You were now laying bare in front of him, goosebumps visible on your entire body from the cold yet inviting touch he had.

He pulled you into him by your waist, making you gasp once you felt his hard erection press against your thigh. "Feel that, princess? Gonna fill you up nicely" he whispered, his breath stuttering against your face, like he was a feral animal wanting to destroy you. 

As he unbuckled his leather pants and got rid of them, unveiling his already dripping cock, you were left amazed by the size. You expected.. the size.. cause he was a demon, after all, but...

"Oh, fuck" you exhaled when he went between your thighs, his red angry tip pressing and slowly moving up and down on your folds.

"You good, darling? he grunted as he pushed himself inside you, no warning. You softly moaned at the sensation, but as you realised he put only his tip in, you braced yourself on the mattress and when he pushed himself just a little bit more, you whined and tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. As he wiped them soflty, he let you adjust to his size but you never quite completely did.

Pain and pleasure hovered over you, heavy mist in the air and breathing. He lifted you up, still bouncing slowly on his cock, holding you close to his chest. It was it you were making love to your demon.. this was exactly what was happening. Slow, lustful, desireful thrusts, moves and touches, soft kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sucking dark spots on your fair soft skin.

You suddenly moved and twitched as he bottomed down, to which he pushed you down even further, feeling how a small bulge was forming in your belly, almost visible.

"Princess, stop moving. I might actually hurt you if you move without warning" he said as he dug his sharp nails into the flesh of your waist, leaving soft bleeding marks on your skin. You whined at the pain but damn... it turned you on so bad, arousal dripping on his balls, from below you as you bounced on him more forcefully, not caring about the pain anymore, which had turned into utmost pleasure.

Hongjoong was all touchy with you, he was like this... maybe because he was longing you how much you were longing to meet him? All of these years you've seen him in your dreams... all of the paintings and stories you've made up of him, all because you wanted to meet the mysterious entity in your dream and... you were over the moon for him. How he fucked you so good, how he took you under his influence, his voice, his fangs, as he dug them suddenly in your neck, getting soft choked moans out of your rapidly rising chest.

Only sloppy sounds could be heard from between the two of you, soft and slow stuttering moves, arching your back with every thrust of his. It's true.. he was basically ramming into you, feeling like he could destroy your insides any moment. But at the same time.. there was some kind of slowness, caring to it, deeply pounding into you but making sure you slowly take every single inch of his length, while he gave you soft kisses. One of his hands found it's way to your breasts, playing with your nipple as he received a whine out of you. You were already close, your head getting dizzier, cloudy with the thought of the dirty things you've done with your... demon.

His hands all over your back, leaving scratches and his lips leaving spots on your skin. This is how fucked up you were.. but you were close to finishing, and as he rammed into you a couple of more times and felt how your core bursted, you creamed on his cock, leaving out moans and cries of arousal, tears falling down your cheeks. He fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you. He later came inside your aching and throbbing pussy, slowing down his thrusts and then finally comming to a stop.

"Such a good girl you are... such a good girl for me. Is that right?" he whispered.

Both of your fluids were dripping down your legs and on his thighs as he let you fall slowly on the ruined bed sheets. He could feel... even smell how your blood boiled for him, how aroused you were.

"Everything good, darling?" he said as he wiped down your tears, rubbing your trembling thighs slowly. "Mhm? Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yes, Joong. It was incredible... " you said and he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You know.. y/n. I've been longing for this moment... for years. Ever since I first appeared in your dreams... but I had to wait until you finally wanted it to happen. Now I'm here, sweetie. I'm here.. I'll stay here forever. You're mine and I'm yours.. remember?" his eyes changed colours, from a deep red that appeared when he pushed you on the bed... to a soft hazel-like colour.

"You can't escape my grip anyways. I already claimed you before inviting me in your life..." he said and hugged you thightly.

"Hongjoong... I've always wanted to meet you.. the mysterious entity haunting, appearing in my dreams. I was so eager to meet that sillhouette... you won't ever understand." you said and gave in, curling up into a ball in his grip.

"Don't worry.. I'm here and I won't ever leave, as I said" he reassured you, stroking your hair slowly and biting your neck again, marking his terittory once again for the night.

[hxxsxxng]

JAY 박종성 - CRIMSON HONEY : I

MINORS DNI

Word Count : 4.1k

Genre : SMUT, AU

Content : dub con, kidnapping, somewhat implied stalking, mentions of blood, almost loss of consciousness, manipulation, vampire, choking, nipple play, teasing, fingering, oral f recieving, spanking, hair pulling, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie, begging, probably other things lmk what i missed

Synopsis : After a long night of partying, you end up not making it home. Forcefully taken from the alley way, your night changed for the worse…. or for the better

Authors Note : I would really appreciate some feed back on this, this is my first time writing any sort of alternate universe story. love yall <3

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She's walking through a darkened alleyway, when she suddenly hears footsteps approaching her from behind. She stops and turns around, only to discover that they aren't footsteps, but the sounds of heavy breathing. She looks around, terrified, and realizes that someone has fallen into step behind her.

She picks up her pace, but the footsteps behind her pick up speed as well. She starts to panic, not knowing what to do. She looks around again, desperately trying to spot an exit or a friendly face. She is close to reaching a streetlight when a hand grabs around her wrist and pulls her roughly into a shadow-filled corner.

She struggles weakly against the grip of the hand holding her wrist, but is unable to break free. As she gasps for breath, her eyes adjust to the dim light and she realizes that it is a man who is holding her. She looks at his face and realizes she has never seen him before. His eyes glow red, black hair falling over his eyes, and his fangs glinting menacingly in the starlight, an unmistakable mark of a vampire.

The vampire stares at her, cold and emotionless, his grip tightening around her wrist. Despite her struggles, she is unable to break free. She stares back at him unblinkingly, knowing the futility of trying to get away from him. He leans closer to her, his breath hot on her neck, his fingers tightening around her wrist until they almost draw blood. She shivers, her fear now palpable.

He pulls her roughly towards him, his eyes burning into hers. Despite the threat of pain, she is overwhelmed by the power of his presence. It seems inevitable that he would kidnap her or take her back to his home.

The vampire leads her back to his home, taking her down dark alleyways and narrow streets, avoiding the crowds and the light. She is terrified, but also strangely captivated by him. His grip on her wrist never loosens, his fingers digging into her skin.

He finally stops in front of an imposing looking mansion, looming over the street with its dark shutters and peeling paint. He opens the door and pulls her inside, shutting the door behind them.

Inside, the mansion is as eerie as its exterior. The walls are covered in dusty veils, the air stagnant and stale. The furniture is covered in a thick layer of dust, the floors in need of a good cleaning. Although the mansion looks like it has been deserted for centuries, the vampire appears as if he lives here.

The vampire leads her through the dusty hallways, passing by rooms filled with cobwebs and furniture covered in dust. They come to a stop in front of a heavy-looking door, its surface bearing faint scratch marks. He opens the door and pushes her inside.

Inside the room, an odd smell fills the air, a mixture of musk and decay. The furniture is made out of dark wood, the floor bare. There are no curtains on the windows, so the moonlight spills into the room, creating ominous shadows on the walls. The vampire closes the door behind them and leans against it, watching her.

The vampire stares at her, his eyes burning into her. She is afraid but also filled with excitement. She can feel her breathing quicken, her heart beating faster. He walks closer to her and leans down until his face is just inches from hers.

She flinches from the pain, but despite the pain she feels a strange sensation coursing through her. The vampire continues to stare at her, his eyes straight into hers, his grip on her wrist tightening even more.

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you?" the vampire asks. She glances down at his hand around her wrist, feeling the tightening squeeze. She stays silent, not wanting to answer. She doesn't know what he will do, but she is afraid that it will be something terrible.

The vampire gazes at her,"Oh, I think you know," he says.

The vampire's words send chills down her spine. She tries to swallow her fear, but the thought of what might happen is too terrifying to ignore. She keeps her silence, but her body betrays her with her increasing breathing and trembling. She feels the vampire glaring into her eyes as if he can see past her skin and into her mind.

The vampire tilts his head slightly, his eyes still holding hers. He's studying her, assessing her reactions. "Your fear amuses me," he says in a low, growl-like whisper. She continues to stay silent. Her breath is faster now, her heart beating against her chest. She feels his gaze boring into her, as if he is trying to find something inside of her.

The vampire walks around her, inspecting her, his eyes taking in her body. Her heartbeat quickens even faster, her breath catching in her throat. She is unable to move, unable to speak. She feels like a mouse in the presence of an apex predator, totally helpless.

The vampire's gaze moves over her body, up and down, scanning every inch of her. She feels defenseless and vulnerable. Her breath quickens further, her heart pounding in her chest. She closes her eyes, trying to remain perfectly still and not draw attention to herself. Her fear is growing, and she feels like she could burst into tears at any moment

The vampire comes to a stop, standing directly in front of her. He leans down, his eyes burning into hers once more.

"You're afraid."

His voice is low and gruff, like gravel being scraped together. She doesn't respond, just blinks as a response.

"I can see it in your eyes," he whispers. "Your fear."

His voice has a low, husky growl to it, like a lion about to pounce on its prey. He lingers in front of her, his eyes drilling into hers.

The vampire continues to stare at her. He seems unnaturally calm for someone who has just abducted a woman. He leans even closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Your heartbeat is quickening," he says, his voice low and hoarse. "You're starting to get excited, aren't you?"

"I can feel the heat of your body," he says, his voice a low whisper now. She can feel his breath on her skin. "You're trying to hide it, but I can feel it."

He can feel the tension in the room grow thicker. "My name is Jay, what is your name doll?"

She refuses to respond.

The vampire moves even closer, until his face is just inches from hers. He speaks again, his voice hoarse and low. "I know what you're feeling," he says. "Excited, afraid, aroused... you're trying to hide it, but I can see it all."

His gaze drops down to her lips. She tries to look away, but he catches her chin between his thumb and index finger.

Her pulse speeds up further and she begins to shake. "Please," she whispers. "Please don't. Let go of me..."

Her plea causes his eyes to darken with desire. His eyes burn with an intensity that scares her beyond reason. Suddenly, her entire body stiffens as a violent shudder runs through, shaking her. She tries to scream, but her mouth won't open. The sound of her voice seems muffled and distant, as if she is underwater.

She tries to fight, but she can't get herself to. She feels herself becoming weaker and smaller as Jay continues to tower over her, his eyes blazing with lust and hunger as he leans closer to her. Suddenly, he raises his other hand up, his claw tips grazing against her throat, causing her to gasp involuntarily. She sees his fingers curl around her neck, squeezing, slowly cutting off her air supply. She can taste iron fill her mouth. She gasps desperately for air. She struggles to breathe and her vision begins to swim with darkness. She tries to pull her face away, but his grip only tightens.

Suddenly, the vampire releases her, letting her fall to her knees, wheezing for air. The vampire steps back, arousal building in his pants at the site of the creature in front of him.

Her hands tremble as she attempts to stand, but she collapses onto the ground before she has had time to regain her balance. Still panting, she glares angrily at him, her breathing harsh and ragged.

"What do you want?" she snaps, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

The vampire smiles at her. His teeth gleam in the dim light, sharp and pointy.

"I want you..." he murmurs, his voice deep and dark. He approaches her, stopping right beside her as she continues to glare at him.

She feels his fingertips graze lightly across her shoulder and her breath catches in her throat. She wants to pull away from him, but the fear in her eyes makes her freeze and unable to escape. His fingers slide along her bare arm, caressing her skin, his breath fanning across her cheek.

"I want you," he breathes, his voice full of promise and longing. "All night long, I've wanted you..."

As soon as those words leave his lips, a wave of dizziness hits her, the world spinning around her. Her breathing starts getting heavier and her whole body aches. A dull throbbing starts in her neck, making its way towards her chest. It spreads throughout her body, leaving her dazed and weak. Maybe he was a bystander to her long night at the club, admiring from afar? She has never met this man.

The darkness creeps up on her, closing in on her from all sides, threatening to engulf her completely. Jay stands there staring at her, his eyes bright with pleasure as he watches her struggle for life. He looks so handsome, his black hair curling slightly at the edges, his features soft and delicate. She feels the warmth of his touch on her skin, his warm breath on her ear. The room is so very quiet, the only sounds she can hear are her own laboured breathing and the blood pumping in her ears.

Then everything goes black. He punctures her neck, blood gushing from her carotid artery. The sweet taste of her crimson red blood fills his mouth. Sweetest human he's ever tasted, like honey. He doesn't know if he can stop.

Her body falls limp at a almost loss of conciousness, his fangs still buried deep in her neck.  He pulls them out slowly, sucking her blood into his mouth, savouring the taste. He licks his lips, then looks up at her. There is no emotion on her face, not even surprise or confusion as he stares at her. There is nothing in her eyes. They are blank, void of all emotion.

A smile breaks out across his face. "Do you like it?" he asks her in a soft, silky tone

She remains still, not responding to his question, still feeling woozy from the sudden loss of blood. The vampire stares deeply into her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, and her heartbeats become erratic.

"Yes, do you like it?" he says again as the corner of his mouth lifts into a mocking grin. "Is it enough for you?"

"Y...yes..." she replies weakly, barely audible.

He grins in satisfaction at her reply. "That's good." His lips curve into a smirk as he watches the human struggle to stay awake and conscious.

"Are you going to kill me?" She finally asks in a hoarse whisper. Her voice wavers as she speaks, and her vision becomes darker.

"I'm going to fuck you" he snapped

He reaches down, pulling her to her feet and wrapping one arm firmly around her waist. Her head hangs limply, barely able to keep it upright, as he drags her toward his office.

She tries to resist, to break free, but her body is too weak, her mind too muddled, too clouded, to do so. The vampire's grip on her tightens, making her moan in pain. He stops when they reach his office. He pushes her down onto the couch, sitting down beside her.

"How did you find me?" she asks quietly, turning towards him and looking at him intently with her bleary, unfocused eyes.

"It doesn't matter how," he says, smirking. "What matters is that I am here now and we have unfinished business."

She frowns, her brow furrowing. "We?"

He nods his head in response, reaching out to run his hand softly along the side of her face.

"Me," he murmurs lowly. "You belong to me."

He leans forward, his mouth crashing against hers hungrily. He kisses her roughly, possessively, licking his way inside her mouth. His tongue dances deliciously with hers, dancing a seductive dance while it explores her. Jay takes his time, tasting every inch of her mouth. He tastes her blood mingling with his tongue, their kiss is fierce and passionate. He kisses her roughly, eagerly, his tongue exploring her mouth with such thorough and demanding intimacy.

Her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. He slides his hands under her T shirt, running his fingers gently across her stomach, causing goosebumps to appear on her exposed flesh. Her mouth parts as his fingers brush lightly against her nipple. Slowly, he pulls her T shirt up over her head, revealing what he has been so desperately waiting to see.

Her breasts are small and pert. He can see the tip of her breast poking through her thin bra. With another deep thrust of his tongue into her mouth, he pulls away from her and cups her breast in his hands, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her hips buck upwards instinctively, eager for more attention from him.

"You smell so good," he mutters against her skin, placing several lingering kisses across her cheek and down her jawline until he reaches her ear, placing gentle nibbles along her neck.

He moves his mouth towards her ear, inhaling deeply at her intoxicating scent, the aroma of her blood filling his nostrils and making him lose control. "You taste delicious," he growls.

"Please." Her voice is a whimper, filled with desire and anticipation. Her body trembles as she moans, begging him to take her now, to fulfill her desires. Her voice is soft and pleading, almost desperate.

"Please," she says again.

He shakes his head, laughing silently in amusement. "No, darling. This is just the beginning."

He leans forward and places open mouthed kisses along her neck and collarbone, leaving trails of hot, burning kisses as his lips move down her torso and over her belly button. He lowers his head, burying his face against the sensitive skin between her breasts. A moan escapes her lips and she wraps her hands in his curls and squeezes.

His teeth sink deeper, grazing the surface of her skin, drawing an involuntary moan from her throat. His tongue swirls around the area, licking it gently, sending sparks racing up and down her spine.

He lets go of her nipple and wraps both his hands around her lower abdomen. He pulls her towards him, bringing them closer together, rubbing himself against her.

His mouth finds her nipple once more, suckling her tenderly as he circles his tongue against it. Another sound leaves her lips as she arches her back. He pulls at her hips with one hand, using the other to unbutton her jeans. His mouth moves lower, teasing, kissing, caressing every part of her exposed skin before settling on her pussy, swirling his tongue around the swollen clit, making her shudder in delight.

His hand slides down between their bodies, pressing his palm over her entrance, stroking and circling it. She gasps in surprise, arching against his hand in pleasure as his fingers rub at the nub of nerves inside her pussy.

Her hands move down to cover his, covering his hand which rests between their bodies, stroking him with her fingers. Their hips grind against each other, their bodies moving in rhythm with each other, their moans muffled by their heated kisses and ragged breathing.

He groans loudly, lifting his head from her chest, his green eyes blazing with hunger as he looks her straight in the eye.

"Touch yourself for me." He orders her, holding her gaze. "Imagine it's me who is fucking you."

She nods her head obediently, lowering her hands to stroke herself, squeezing her fingers inside of her vagina.

"Just for me." He orders. "Just imagine me inside your pussy. Make me come inside you. Let it all spill out. Show me that you want this. Do it"

Tears stream down her face as the thought of him filling her with his seed causes her legs to shake uncontrollably, her whole body trembling. She begins to cry in desperation, her nails digging into his skin as she grips onto him, riding her hand hard and fast, moaning violently.

Jay stands up from the couch, taking the shaking woman in his arms, carrying her into his large master bedroom, setting her on the bed. He kneels between her legs, his mouth finding her pussy once again. His tongue swipes across her clit, her muscles tensing as he sucks on her sensitive nub. He feels himself swelling, his cock twitching impatiently.

As he raises his head, his eyes are wild with lust, as he gazes at her writhing naked body beneath him. She shudders in ecstasy, as his tongue continues its assault upon her cunt. She opens her eyes, staring at him in disbelief. She doesn't understand what she's seeing. The man she knows to be evil, the handsome vampire that had tortured her, was now pleasuring her. It felt surreal.

"Look at me," he commands, grabbing hold of her chin with his hand, tilting her head slightly upward. She closes her eyes as her tears continue to flow, unable to look away from him, unable to stop crying.

He smiles widely and chuckles softly. "Do you like what you see?"

She bites her lip. "Stop it."

He ignores her request and runs a gentle finger down the length of her pubic hair. "Do you want me to lick my way up your pussy? Does it feel nice?"

She whimpers, her back arching involuntarily. She turns her head towards the ceiling, trying her best to avoid looking at him.

"Do you?" He repeats with a playful tone.

She whines.

He laughs again, brushing his knuckles up and down her inner thigh. "Does it feel good?" He repeats in a husky whisper.

She whimpers loudly, clenching her eyes shut.

"Good girl." He praises, running his hand slowly up her thigh once more.

"Please..." She begs.

He stops suddenly, withdrawing his hand from her thighs and standing up. He grabs her wrist and twists it around behind her back, holding it there painfully. She cries out in pain, biting her lip to stifle the sobbing that threatens to escape her throat.

He releases his grip on her wrists slowly, pulling her arms apart so that her hands rest limply against her sides, her elbows bent at awkward angles.

"Turn around," he commands, his voice hoarse and rough.

She obeys him reluctantly, turning around so that she is facing the wall. She sighs in relief when he finally releases her, allowing her to drop her arms to her side.

She wants him. More than anything else she could ever need. All she wanted was him to be inside of her. And he would be. She couldn't imagine having sex without him.

But she wasn't going to tell him that.

She hears the sound of clothes being removed quickly followed by the rustling of sheets.

She bites her bottom lip nervously, watching intently as she hears him walking around the bed.

Suddenly, there is a sharp slap and her body jerks in shock. Her ass stinging is pain. He props up behind her, lining his cock up with her wet enterance. She tenses at first, anticipating the intrusion of his body. But as he pushes himself inside of her, she gasps in surprise at the feeling of his long, thick shaft sliding in and out of her wetness. She can feel him stretching her insides, his balls pushing into her backside forcefully. His hands reach around, resting themselves firmly on her upper arms, keeping her in place as he slowly begins to fuck her. He pumps his hips faster and faster, causing her to gasp at the intensity of his movement.

She moans softly, closing her eyes in pleasure as she feels his hard penis pushing against her ass, penetrating her further. She opens her eyes again, looking back at his face as he fucks her, thrusting himself deep inside of her again and again.

"Oh God..." She murmurs. "It feels good" she cries in agony.

The sound of their flesh slapping against each other soon begins to fills the room and echoes loudly through the house. She cries out in ecstasy as he slams his hard erection against her ass harder and harder, driving himself deeper into her tight core while continuing to rock his hips furiously.

She moans louder. "Jay~~~"

"That's my girl. Scream my name, baby. I'm going to make you feel so good."  He growls. He reaches forward, grabbing her hips and lifting her up so that her ass is facing him. He holds her there for a second before slamming himself even further inside of her. She cries out loud as her walls tighten around him. He keeps thrusting into her, hitting her g spot over and over, driving her crazy.

Jay snakes his hand up her spine and grabs a fist full of her hair, ripping her head back closer to him.

"I want to hear your cute fucking moans, princess" he whispers in her ear. He lets go of her head and throws it back into the mattress forcefully.

She bucks upwards, tightening around him again, moaning loudly. She wants this. She needs this. Needs his touch and his heat wrapped around her body and his hardness buried deep inside of her.

He groans as he feels her pussy clenching around him.

She cries out as he begins pumping himself even harder against her, his cock throbbing heavily inside of her. They moan each others names as they begin to ride each other fast and furious, cumming together. Her entire body shakes wildly as she comes undone. She moans out loud, letting go of everything as her orgasm takes over her body once again, exploding inside her pussy. She trembles around him as her climax hits her hard and heavy, her walls tightening around his dick.

After a few minutes her shaking ceases. Jay lets her go and lays beside her, caressing her hair, placing small kisses on her forehead.

"You're beautiful like this. So soft and pliable."

He snuggles close to her side, hugging her tightly against him, kissing her bare chest whilst leaving bite marks here and there lightly. She presses her nose against his chest, inhaling deeply and wrapping her arm loosely around his torso as she buries her face into his warm neck.

They lay like that for quite some time, contentedly snuggling up close to one another, enjoying the closeness of their bodies, the warmth of their bodies intertwined together.

A few seconds later a sudden thought crosses her mind and causes her to stiffen in his grasp.

"How do you know what happens next?" She asks, her voice wavering as she feels tears well up in her eyes, her body shaking in fear. "What will happen when...when we have sex? I...I want that too. I really, really do...but...I don't know if you...if you'll like me or not afterward. What if...what if you don't?"

His body tenses underneath hers for a moment before relaxing once more. He pulls her closer towards him, rubbing his cheek against hers. "Don't worry about that now, little love. Just relax. You need to sleep now anyway. I am going to keep you here for a while"

[hiemaldesirae]

hmmm another fae au. i am also still very sleepy (moreso cause i hiked 2 hours today) bit hopefully this is more comprehensive than the ladt sleep derived rdst writing i posted

Vox struggled against his bindings as he was bound to the sacrificial altar, defiance blazing in his eyes as he glared at his former servants. There was remorse there, regret in their expressions, but in the end they had agreed to Carmilla's plan to sacrifice him.

He'd known from the start, of course, that as an adopted ward of the Crown, that he was far less valuable than the actual royal children, the Crown Prince and Princess. What he hadn't expected was that the Royal Advisor, in her cold calmness and cruel facade, would order for him to be sacrificed in order to quell the war of the faeries.

Tch. As if it mattered. The fae would kill him, then all the rest of them, and he'd laugh at them from his position down below (what? Vox was under no impression he was making it to Heaven, after all) and out of this mess.

And yet he hadn't been prepared for the fae that stepped through the circle next to the altar, having been summoned by his former servants. As expected, it easily tears through flesh and bone, decapitating the servants as if they were nothing more than cotton dolls. Black, writhing masses of tentacles and shadow pull at the corpses, dragging them underground and staining the grass where they'd fallen a deep crimson red.

The shadowy mass around the fae twists and turns like the tail of a cloak waving in the wind. It strides towards Vox with a confident gait, and Vox- never having been one to suffer in silence- decides that if he's to go in such a way, he's at least not going to go down quietly.

He starts to gnaw at the makeshift gag in his mouth made of cloth, wriggling harder against the post and banging his legs on the ground. Faintly, he registers the fact that there are silvery and red mushrooms growing round him in a circle, and he lashes out at them, kicking the fungi balls here and there.

It's of no use, of course. The fae appears before him in a cloud of black smoke, their face obscured still by the shadows that swim at Vox's feet. "And who are you, now? Those are robes of the Royal Family, are they not?"

It points at the twilight-coloured robes Vox wears, spiralling dyes of blues, purples and pinks blending into what looks like an approximation of the sky. He used to love these ceremonial robes, making the most of the occasions he'd had the chance to use them, but now... well, wearing them to his deathbed had changed his outlook on them somewhat.

Vox glares at it through his bindings, still resolutely chewing at the cloth. The fae seems to realize he can't respond properly, and in the next second Vox finds the gag missing, coughing as he tries to regain his senses.

"They're... they are robes of the Royal Family," Vox admits begrudgingly, "They wanted to sacrifice me to your... er, people, as a way to distract you in a bid to win the war. Or to make a deal, or something, but I'm pretty sure that was a cover-up."

"So, then. You were their prince, and yet they still offered you up as a sacrifice?" The shadows around the fae amplified, as if its eyes widened from the absurdity of the statement before breaking out into a bout of laughter. "And they call us the cruel ones. Poor fools. I suppose it takes one to know one, hmm?"

Vox rolls his eyes.

Surprisingly, he finds himself willing to talk to the creature. Maybe it's because, despite the fact that he knows it'll likely kill him just as easily as it did his servants, at least it wasn't the one to sign his death contract. No, that had been his family, his siblings and even the servants who served him. "Well, that's definitely not how they're gonna present it."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, they'll probably make up some bullshit like I'd volunteered to sacrifice myself for the good of the people."

Vox wrinkles his nose as he pulls harder at the bindings keeping his arms wrapped around the post, wanting to smooth out the material of the robes he was wearing. To his surprise, a shadowy tentacle reaches forward and- instead of cutting off his arm or something, like he'd expected, it unties the ropes keeping Vox's arms tied up to the post.

"Ah, uh..." Vox looks to the tentacle.

Making sure not to land himself at the fae's mercy by insinuating some sort of fee owed, he bows to it (well, as best as he can while still half tied to a post) and says, "I'm glad for the assistance."

"Clever," the fae laughs. "But you know you aren't going anywhere."

"Obviously," Vox frowns. He'd known that from the beginning, been willing to go down kicking and spitting but never stupid enough to believe he'd leave alive. "Even if you don't butcher and kill me here I'll never be able to go back. And the neighbouring kingdoms are either too far to reach on foot or hostile nations. I'm not under any false assumptions that your tentacle helping untie me means I'm surviving past today."

"You're not very optimistic, are you, my dear?"

"Don't call me that," Vox frowns.

"Then give me a name," the fae says. Vox thinks he can hear a faint smile as they speak, "And we'll make a deal."

"You must think I'm stupid," Vox says in reply. "I'm not making a deal with a fae too cowardly to show their face. And who's to say you won't fuck me over in a deal?"

"How's this as my word?" The fae asks, the shadows surrounding them slowly receding into the forest around them. As the shadows uncloak the fae, Vox notices the fae's dark crimson red hair and long antlers, sharp snd strong enough to use as some sort of stake. Their eyes shine a deep red with flecks of green and gold, but perhaps most damning is the diadem of shadow and thorns twisting around their head.

Vox's eyes widen involuntarily as he stares up at the imposing faerie. "You- you're the-"

The Unseelie Fae King smiles down at him. "The King? I'm quite well aware, my dear. After all, that is what the crown atop my head is for. Now, about that deal of ours... here's my request."

Cold, clawed fingers scrape against Vox's chin as the King clumsily- yes, that was the word he'd use for it, not careless, but clumsy- tilted his face this way and that, surveying him. The Fae King brushes against a semi-hidden bruise on Vox's cheek- a last souvenir he'd gotten from the court when he'd tried to reason with Val, tell him that what they were doing was insane... only to be betrayed by the man he'd called brother.

"I'm in need of an assassin, of sorts. A... ah, the title hardly matters. I've a position at court to fill, and I'd like for it to go to someone able to keep my court in line." The King pauses in his talking as a small tentacle sprouts from the ground and sticks itself to Vox's cheek, making him suck in a pained breath before relaxing himself. "It would be quite beneficial if my assassin was able to... permanently rid me of nuisances, so to say."

"You need someone who can use blessed iron?" Vox realizes, remembering Carmilla and her unfashionably expensive blessed iron decked-clothes, the biggest offender of which being her fucking ballet flats- as if she needed those things to be equipped with iron. "That's why you want to make a deal with me? So I can kill for you?"

"It's better than the alternative, isn't it?" The King smiles. "So, what will it be?"

Vox reaches out for the King's hand and places his in the fae's, gripping firmly in an awkward handshake. "Deal. I'll give you my name and kill for you, and you'll provide me a home in your court?"

"Why, look at you! A master deal-maker in the making," the King chuckles, clearly finding some sort of humor in the statement. "But yes. I'll take your name and your service, in return for shelter and belonging. Will you take our deal, or will you die here?"

The answer is obvious.

"My name is Vox," he tells the King, and for all of two awful seconds, he feels drained and sapped, cold to the bone and missing something he can't even describe, before everything is normal once more. "Wait, you-"

"Shh," the King says, and Vox promptly shuts his mouth. "We can talk more once we return, yes? For now, you can know me as Al."

"Just... Al?" Vox squints, not sure if it's a trick.

"More answers will come once we return," Al says, although Vox can swear that the King's grin is a little too wide to be genuine. "Until then, I hope you'll find your way around court easier than you did here with the humans."

"I don't doubt that I will," Vox murmurs. "I really don't."

[baldurs-writers-3]

Misunderstandings: A Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfic Rec List

This week, we have Misunderstandings! Check under the cut for nine excellent fics communication may be lacking but the meaningful relationships most definitely are not! And as always, comment and kudos if you like them!

Desperate Measures by Asidian (7270, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion/Karlach

Astarion comes up with a sneaky way to get what little blood he can while in the Shadow Cursed lands. Karlach is none too happy about it when she finds out, but only because she doesn't understand the severity of Astarion's hunger

Reccer says: I always adore Asidian's characterization, and they handle the misunderstandings trope so well here

Until you by bloodinwine (103345, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Tav/Astarion

"And they were roommates" the fic. Two people hurt for love and their slow-burn closer to each other.

Reccer says: This fic gently presses its foot down on your heart and gradually puts more and more weight on it. The prose is fantastic. But it's with the characters that this author really shines. Effy, her Tav, is one of the most well-written I've read--she's so godsdamned relatable. She gets wedgies, she pees, she fucks strange men at karaoke bars (and yes, this fic is set after the game) and she aches for Astarion with a conviction that just guts me.

Whither is thy beloved gone? and it's sequels by Brabbles (77903, Explicit) Content Notes: Depictions of violence, verbal abuse, unhealthy relationships. Pairings: Astarion/Tav, Wyll/Karlach

Astarion has ascended, and she has stayed with him. Life in the Crimson Palace isn’t as idyllic as it seems. Is there a chance for their relationship to go back to how it was? Or is it too late for the Ascendant and his consort? The fics are a softer take on A!A and explores Tav's past and the consequences of the rite.

Reccer says: I love that it is a nuanced take on A!A, and it sticks to canon events as much as possible. It goes from right before the epilogue to a year after.

Strange Highways by NoCryptoGrapher (28939, Mature) Content Notes: None Pairings: Cazador Szarr / Original female characters, Cazador Szarr & Original male characters, Cazador Szarr & Astarion, Cazador Szarr & Petras

After a failing ascension ritual, Cazador gets transported to 1987 New York. To set things right, he reluctantly joins forces with an aspiring heavy metal band.

Reccer says: It's really funny and full of twists.

The Faithwarden and the Archdruid by Lanafofana (3355, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Halsin/Tav

An angsty with a happy ending fic about a Halsin and Tav that aren't communicating their feelings well to each other. They're each trying to keep the other from feeling guilty when their responsibilities get in the way of their relationship and it leads to some misunderstandings and hurt feelings.

Reccer says: This fic is such a perfect blend of angst and fluff. The writing really makes you feel the hurt and sadness that Tav is experiencing. And the way the author rounds it out with a sweet, happy ending? Oh, my heart melts.

Found My Voice by SheDragonOfTheWest (3683, Teen) Content Notes: Modern AU Pairings: Laezel / Shadowheart

Lae'zel has had a crush on Shadowheart for a while, but she's not sure if it's mutual. It will take a gentle nudge from a friend, a few drinks and a shabby karaoke bar for her to finally make a move.

Reccer says: Funny, sweet and rocks!

Ruin You by VakarianSyndrome (3827, Explicit) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion/Reader

There's an implied break up post confession (WHO DOES THAT?) and now the RI is looking for Astarion and she gets more than she bargained for. I couldn't tell if he wanted to make her pay for leaving or reward her. Am I the one misunderstanding? It's ok. Sooo good.

Reccer says: Takes place in the Underdark, for one. I suspect F*ck or die, even though it's not clear, which I love. Very sensual and indulgent. Also, Astarion is kind of a troll here... Mr. Beg Me.

Reckless Little Love by VakarianSyndrome (12300, Explicit) Content Notes: Some violence, vampire bites (obv) Pairings: Astarion/FemDurge

Astarion fumbles trying to get Durge on his side, but they almost can't figure it out. Misunderstanding is an understatement. The tension between them is killing me, I swear to God.

Reccer says: I love Astarion trying to change tactics because his advances just don't work the way he expects them, too. It's kinda funny. But there's a seriousness to the fic that I really like, too. They're both looking for the same thing, but keep butting heads instead.

And two recs for the fic:

declaw, defang by PurpleCatGhost (7390, Teen) Content Notes: None Pairings: Astarion & Gale & Karlach & Lae'zel & Shadowheart & Wyll

The whole camp gets to contribute during BITE NIGHT and Gale says the exact wrong thing at the exact wrong time and Astarion misunderstands in a very understandable way, considering his circumstances

Reccer #1 says: Peak early team dynamics. Everyone's characterizations are on point, and the resolution at the end is perfection! Reccer #2 says: I love this whole fic! Poor paranoid Astarion, not even realizing how much poison Cazador fed him about the world. He goes on a huge mental roller coaster right in this fic and each twist and turn feels so believable because why would anything good every happen to Astarion??? of course they're all waiting to stake him! What else could he really expect?

The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ!

Next week, we’ll be back with another recurring theme, Rare Pairs!

Rare Pairs are any romantic ships with less than 1000 fics to their name. This recurring theme is to help highlight ships that are often overlooked or buried beneath more popular ships.

[n7punk]

"Superzero" Fic Notes

Superzero, my secret superhero AU, is finally done! As usual, it went way longer than predicted, but I had a lot of fun with it so thanks for being along for the ride. The fic notes are… long.

Epilogue Life:

Scorpia takes longer learning her powers than is “typical” as a result of the crack in the garnet, but it does slowly heal over in her care. Her powers are also just a particularly dangerous set, but she learns to aim them at the technology and weapons of those coming at her rather than the heart. It takes a bit of training, but eventually she joins them in the field. The entire Alliance considers her the most likely to compromise them, but she’s one of the fold, so they take her in.

Catra continues to train alongside her and eventually the papers pick up on a secret member of the Alliance between some odd occurences and the name Ghost being thrown around. It’s still just speculation that’s never confirmed, but Catra is a part of the plan.

With the Horde dissolved, they do still see the odd supervillain or group attempting to rise up in their place (the Crimson Waste, for once) so they still have superheroing to do, not to mention natural disasters to help out in, but they aren’t as busy as they were before. They have more time for each other. And also studying. Catra of course finishes law school and passes the bar, eventually becoming a lawyer. Adora is stupidly proud of her. She works in a clinic for a while before becoming a full vet herself, but she gets there too and they do end up with that bayview apartment she wants eventually.

Chapter 1: Chance Encounter

⦁ Adora was Going Through It™️ when she fought Shadow Weaver, as the breakup was still fresh and she needed an outlet, which ended up being Shadow Weaver’s face. The Alliance had been fighting her for years, and she was personally responsible for the incident that caused Adora to miss their date, so the next time Adora fought her, she was pretty much screwed. Years of terrorizing the Fright Zone and one interrupted date gave She-ra all the motivation she needed to take her down.

Chapter 2:

⦁ Melog’s capture was originally the button on this chapter, but I didn’t want them to be captured for that long so I decided to imply the library attack’s purpose earlier

Chapter 3: Overworked

⦁ “Catra can’t tell she’s looking at her cleavage” Well she couldn’t until Adora’s eyes snapped to meet her and then she felt the change. She didn’t know where she was looking but like, come on. She’s so lucky Catra was so tired.

Chapter 4: Movie Night/Return

⦁ The mentions of the kitchen light are a reference. Even if you have good taste you probably won’t draw the connection though lmao.

⦁ Originally, Adora was always supposed to use the window. In fact, in the first draft of chapter one (which ended up almost entirely rewritten), Catra’s backpack got left at the library so Adora had to bring her in through the window and that’s what established the pattern, but then I tried to write that and realized how logistically dumb that was. I still intended for her to switch to using the window pretty quickly, but I was basically just waiting for a good time for them to have the talk about her neighbors possibly seeing and by then I realized that my early idea for roof meetups just made more sense.

Chapter 5: Rooftop

⦁ Initially the fic was supposed to start here. I really wanted to write this fic for The Scene™️ (more on that later) so it kind of made sense to start the fic with Catra already friends with She-ra and then I’d get a chapter or two of these secret meetings and flirting, and then I would get into the kiss. When I went to write the fic, though, I decided I should show the initial rescue in a prologue kind of thing and then do some skipping forward through their friendship. I started writing chapter 2 though and it just kept continuing “in real time” and I absolutely couldn’t skip that angst because it was fun, so I ended up just writing the whole thing and having chapter 5 be more like what I thought 1 & 2 would be initially.

⦁ Catra assumed She-ra was stopping by when she had Alliance business in the area, and that is partially true, but Adora was also swinging by when she could disappear for a few hours without her roommate noticing/questioning it, which was easier said than done.

⦁ There was a line all the way back in chapter one that I cut for being awkwardly phrased, not realizing it was the establishing line for the fact that She-ra has been missing for a few hundred years. It was only when it came up again in chapter five that I noticed, and by then I had already posted almost everything leading up to it and there wasn’t anywhere to put it back in early. This is one of those things were, if this was a book, I would fix that on the second draft but you don’t really get a chance for that with fanfic. I had already posted chapter three by the time I realized so the earliest I could have added it was chapter four, and by then I decided to just wait until chapter five, since the part where that would actually become relevant wouldn’t be for a few chapters anyway, it just should have been set up sooner.

⦁ Adora immediately assumed Catra was talking about her when she mentioned a breakup, but she was also kind of worried she wasn’t and there had been another relationship in the interim that she didn’t know about. The whole conversation was rough for her. She was trying to comfort Catra while subtly encouraging her to think more about what could have actually happened, and she completely meant it when she said Catra deserved better (…than she had treated her).

⦁ While “breakup haircut” isn’t a phrase I’ve heard exactly, the concept of cutting all your hair off when you go through a big change — often a breakup — is definitely one I’ve seen around a lot. There’s entire songs about coming back into an ex’s life as a blonde. I mean, how many of us shaved our heads during the pandemic. Of course there was the added factor of not being able to get a haircut, but trauma haircuts — or hair dyes — are a definite thing.

Chapter 6: Mistake

⦁ As implied in the fic, the spell-storm was a side effect of Shadow Weaver trying to drain Melog’s magic. She couldn’t control it and it manifested physically in the environment.

⦁ Writing this fic was a really interesting challenge because of the unusual dynamic between Catra and She-ra. It was so weird to write Catra falling for someone who wasn’t Adora, but also was; not to mention She-ra backing off at weird times because she thought she might out herself to Catra, etc. Catra was wary of She-ra and she would have been way more so if she wasn’t a) a literal superhero and be) reminded her of Adora. The whole dynamic was really complicated, but it’s part of what made me want to write this in the first place, so even if it was really hard and I had to rewrite a lot, it was a good challenge

⦁ … That was part of what made me want to write this fic. The rest of was The Scene™️, which was the kiss and fall out in chapter 6. Pretty quickly Catra finding Melog and then the smug introduction with the Alliance became the “secondary” Ccenes that I also pushed towards when the rewrites were getting to me.

⦁ I had so many different ideas for how the reveal conversation could go I couldn’t possibly hope to fit them all into one and not have it be like twenty minutes of extended arguing, so after trying a couple variants, I settled on the lines that worked the best.

Chapter 7: Hindsight

⦁ This fic is interesting because, while I never really mention it or make it too explicit, it is partially nonlinear. The scenes with Melog, especially, were never intended to be signposted as taking place right where the other scenes were in the story. Another example is the kiss scene partially playing out twice from each perspective, and the start of chapter 6. Catra’s spiraling lasts well into the night whereas Adora’s following scene with Glimmer takes place earlier, right after Chapter 6 cut off.

⦁ Initially there was supposed to be an extended beat in this chapter where Adora thought she was being quietly kicked out of the Alliance (not completely, but that they were going to stop trusting her with anything other than punching). It didn’t end up fitting with the timeline, so it got dropped to like one line of speculation on her part in the Netossa scene, but the idea was going to be that the team gets called to another emergency like four days later and they don’t invite Adora. Now, that was actually because she was just recovering from being sick and walking around like a zombie, but she thought it was proof they were done with her and thus she went down to the Alliance sanctum to punch it out. A relic of this plan that I ended up keeping is when Adora says “I don’t care. I’m not doing this,” in the scene with Glimmer. The second half of the plot beat was, at the same time as Adora thought she was kicked out, the Alliance thought she might be quitting. They were giving her space both to recover and calm down, but with how badly she broke then, it seemed like she might have decided that she wanted to be done with the thing that had totally ruined her life. No one thought she would actually stay away, but they were giving her room to cool off.

⦁ Speaking of the punch-out scene, that was initially written all the way back in chapter 2. Basically I wrote the very beginning (Netossa tells her to talk and offering her the easy way, ending with the “drop the goddess act” part) with the idea being Adora was angsting over Catra, but pretty quickly I was looking at the set up and going oh this would be so much better later when she’s really angsting so I cut it out from there, tossed it in my Scrivener doc, and then reused the structure of it for this scene.

⦁ April 26th is the day season 2 of SPOP dropped. November 13th is when the show premiered. The other dates are made up bullshit.

Chapter 8: I Like the Idea of You

⦁ Which name Catra is using for Adora (Adora vs. She-ra) is  important in this scene. She is considering how she knew them as separate entities and using each name depending on that at first, and then she’s trying to just sink into the She-ra fantasy, and then she starts losing herself. She uses She-ra when Adora is especially confident, flexes her strength/powers, or Catra can’t see her face to contradict it — basically whenever Adora plays into her initial She-ra fantasies — and she uses Adora when she is being soft/gentle/meek, when Catra has an emotional connection to what’s happening, or sometimes just because she’s seeing her face and that’s Adora’s face, not the mask she pictured for She-ra. A weird example of this is the, uh, you know, spit string moment, where Catra is actually having an internal reaction to seeing Adora debauched/debauching her like she used to fantasize about. She’s also looking at Adora’s face again for the first time after looking away. I know there’s a lot of name-changing in this scene, but it all has a purpose, and part of my editing was making sure the right ones were being used for each moment. By the time Catra was really getting into it, though, the scene/Catra were getting away from me and taking control, and thus using Adora for every name, and I had to fix that in a few small places.

⦁ At this point I’m writing things in smut just based off the if I haven’t done it before. I’ve always written a range of stuff , but when writing this I found myself just doing things because they were new without much other reason as long as it still served the purpose I wanted for the scene.

Chapter 9: Ripples

⦁ The glamor is actually lowkey a reference to an earlier version of the fic idea where the Alliance just straight up didn’t wear masks and it was a Superman situation. The idea  was there would be a glamor (similar to the Mist in the Percy Jackson series) that would make it really hard to recognize someone for who they are, but could still be fought through. It was  one of the contender ideas but I quickly settled on just having them wear masks. The way the glamor actually works in-universe is that it makes it hard to notice similarities. So before meeting She-ra, Catra straight up couldn’t notice “hey, the Alliance is led by a trio that matches the description of Adora and her friends,” but once she saw She-ra’s face she had enough to be like “that’s Adora.” Conversely, if She-ra had been someone she didn’t actually know well like just one of her classmates she didn’t actually talk to, she still might not have been able to recognize her without the mask on. The glamor is not inherent to the runestones, but is a manifestation of their power that has come over the last four hundred years of the princesses living in secret. If a princess chose to be open with her identity, the glamor would ease as the runestone learned it didn’t have to help her hide. Basically, it’s a learned behavior of the runestones, not innate.

⦁ Usually in canon fics I have Adora tend to refer to She-ra as if she’s a third person (because Adora has a lot of issues feeling like she’s not living up to what She-ra should be, or putting She-ra and her duties above herself) and Catra  reacts like she finds that weird. The truth is Catra partially does, but she’s also training Adora to recognize she is She-ra, she doesn’t have to do anything more to be worthy of being herself, and she is the only one who gets to decide what She-ra’s duties are. This only really comes up in post-canon fics, where they both have had some Realizations™️. In this fic, Catra starts off trying to distance She-ra from Adora, so she reacts completely opposite to how she usually does and refers to She-ra as a third separate person for herself. Adora does this too, just like she always does. Catra only starts coming around slowly and changes her mind later.

⦁ Micah had his suspicions and he probably would have come even if he had known just because he would have been worried and felt like he could handle himself. The other princesses trying to comfort Angella with that at the time is part of why Angella turned to Castaspella. She also felt like she deserved to know the truth about how her brother died, even though that context really had nothing to do with it. At the end of the day, Micah made the decision.

⦁ When the comms are turned on, they’re constantly broadcasting to each other, but the microphones are set to be partially muted so they (hopefully) mainly just pick up the person who is wearing them talking. When the button is pressed, it turns up sensitivity and also bumps the broadcaster’s volume up so their orders can come through clearly. Catra could just barely be heard over the comms, but of course Adora caught something, and then she saw Entrapta when Bow fired his arrow, who she recognized in conjunction with Catra’s voice (her hair is kind of distinctive). She asked Bow “What’s going on? Is Catra here?” and that’s when he said not now. After the robots were dispatched, she immediately landed beside him and gave him her Firm Commander look and he explained the brief interaction. Once the scene was completely cleared and they had teleported back to the  sanctum, Adora agonized over Catra before ultimately deciding to text her. If Catra hadn’t responded, she would have had Glimmer bring her over to her apartment (which Glimmer would have done with minimal complaint, because there was a real chance Catra had gotten injured trying to leave the scene) but Catra texted back fairly quickly. She didn’t respond to Adora’s second message, which she would have liked just to know what was really going on, but she took what she could get.

⦁ Guesses for who Melog actually was were really interesting. I thought that either people were going to be onto me immediately due to the pronouns or be completely unsure due to assuming I was using they/them pronouns to obfuscate it. I saw a mix, though I don’t think anyone really guessed Melog by name in the first chapter. For the first couple chapters, guesses seemed evenly split between Melog and being unsure. Other guesses were DT, Shadow Weaver/shadow spies, Micah, and the First Ones worm (or maybe elemental?) from Glimmer’s coronation trial. Sorry to everyone’s Melog comments I ignored, but I wanted to maintain the mystery.

⦁ On a similar note of future guesses, no one commented a correct guess on Catra finding out the exact way that she did. There were some interesting theories that I enjoyed, and a few more along the lines of how she would potentially join the Alliance that were exciting to see so early on.

⦁ Catra started to say “Good boy” and then realized that was wrong for several reasons and probably demeaning, so she just pivoted.

⦁ Catra finding Melog under the dumpster was the second Scene™️ for this fic. It was one of the first things I outlined for it. Actually it might have been the first because I never wrote out an outline for the kiss scene, I just pictured it in my head a dozen times starting back when I was still writing AMLAIT. The Melog scene was, in the very initial idea, taking place after a chance attack Catra happened to get caught up in, but as soon as I started writing the fic and used that plot device in the opening I didn’t want to use it again, so the Entrapta thing formed because I already had the technopath subplot set up for later. Very little changed about the scene except how Catra got there and a little dialog tweaking, but originally Catra was supposed to hide Melog in a backpack she was carrying. I didn’t want to write one into the brief “chase scene”, so I gave her a gay flannel instead and had her wrap up them in that.

Chapter 10: Cause and Effect

⦁ Normally I uppercase krytian, but for this fic it was a species name like “human” so I (un)capitalized it as such.

⦁ Melog doesn’t know a lot about krytians due to a mix of their age when they were orphaned and the language gap. Melog’s parent never said to them “We are krytians, we were victims of a genocide by a human religious sect” they said “We are us, but others are dangerous. They hunted us, and now we must live in secret.” Krytians think of themselves as we and everyone else as them. They don’t have pronouns because they are I, you, or us. It’s combination of their culture and their communication method that makes it that way. Melog had no idea what the world would know them as until Catra told them. Shadow Weaver called them it a few times, but again, Melog didn’t know what that meant. It wasn’t until Catra found them and helped with their memories that they understood their jailer was named Shadow Weaver.

⦁ Okay this is something I had to cut from Chapter 10 because the whole thing it was included in dragged on, but I’m really SAD I had to cut it because it is, well, sad, so here it is, to hurt you with for posterity:               “Krytians forms are so reliant on magic, they don’t even leave bodies behind when they die. They dissipate back into the area when they die. When Melog lost their parent, their tombstone was a slowly fading well of power. Melog was the only one to ever know that they lived or died.”

⦁ For this fic, I considered having Shadow Weaver just be a supervillain and Catradora grew up in some Anonymously Rough group home together to set up the right experience for their current insecurities and mental issues — I even went back and forth on some edits early on to leave more possibilities open — but once I had the whole Melog plot getting Catra into the Alliance, it only made sense for her to have someone to fight with them, and setting up Shadow Weaver as a ghost from their past worked perfectly for that. Plus, I couldn’t resist the “I was raised by a supervillain” line.

⦁ A big part of Catra’s struggle with Adora in this fic, after she finds out the truth about what happened, is neglect. She knows that Adora didn’t drop her and she had reason to be busy, but it was still a pretty shitty way to treat someone even before you get to the ‘lying about it’ part. Catra (as she later demonstrates) is capable of understanding and even sharing Adora’s commitment, but it wouldn’t be fair for Adora to continue to put absolutely everything first aside from Catra, and the fear that she would do that again was a big thing keeping Catra away. Adora loves her and she makes that rather clear, assuaging one of Catra’s fears, but loving someone and actually treating them well — especially the way they consider treating them well — are two different things. I brush up on this a lot in my Catradora fics (BFM comes to mind) but I feel like it’s especially important for this one.

Chapter 11: Peace Talks

⦁ The Swift Wind thing came from a comment exchange on Chapter 4 where I said that I wasn’t planning on it, but the way I would work Swift Wind in would be for Adora to “deputize” a police horse in battle and for him to then work on freeing all the animals used by the police. It would kind of be a random thing to include in the fic, but I really liked the idea, so it was kind of in the back of my mind and I formed the idea of it being a story the Alliance tells rather than a scene on its own. I was really happy to be able to work it in. I think sometimes I go “that’s a distraction/irrelevant to the fic” but like… it’s fic. “Regular” media can have one off jokes and this is fic where I can do whatever I want so communist horse it is.

⦁ As is… just expected at this point for my fics, half of the contents of chapter 11 were supposed to also be covered in chapter 10, but that thing hit 8k before they even explained anything, so it had to be broken up.

⦁ Chapter 11 is basically the end of my main planning for the fic. After that point, it was all new stuff I came up with to serve the ending of the story that had been written so far. My big outline point for everything after chapter eleven was basically just “take down the horde. Be superheroes. Kiss & make up.”

Chapter 12: Movie Night?

⦁ Given that I just said 11 was the end of my planning, it feels weird to say “12 wasn’t supposed to exist,” but it really wasn’t. My planning by then was for the story to shift into Catra and Adora cautiously taking up texting while she set Entrapta on the Horde’s scent — basically, Chapter 13. The first scene of Chapter 12 started as an ending button scene for Chapter 11, but then I got the idea for the movie night (which actually originated back in Chapter 10, where the initial draft of the chapter included them explicitly planning the horse movie thing) and — more temptingly — the secret kisses during it, so then I had to write it. The scene with Glimmer was also unplanned (when I first tried to write it, the idea was that Catra actually stayed the night because it was “too late” to go all the way back home, but then the gap between the movie and the morning was too big for conversations to not have taken place), but showing Catra open up a little to more members of the Alliance was important for when she joined them later, so I wrote it.

⦁ Catra says the new place “wouldn’t work with Melog” for two reasons: 1) it was another studio, and she needed more options for privacy, especially with Adora around, and 2) it didn’t allow pets. Now, she had no intention of paying the pet fee or ever revealing Melog’s existence, but if a neighbor was to hear Melog meowing or pawing at the door, they would just assume Catra had a cat and had paid for it, instead of possibly snitching about her sneaking one in.

⦁ “Princess isn’t a thing for her” *proceeds to immediately outline why it’s a thing for her when Catra says that*

⦁ Obviously Catra was worried about She-ra finding out Entrapta was a technopath before because her entire apartment looks suspicious as hell, but knowing it’s Adora, she knows she’ll listen to her if she says Entrapta isn’t with the Horde. Otherwise, there’s a very real chance of somebody thinking she’s the one building their bots.

⦁ If you’re capable of not crying during the train scene in Spirit then you’re heartless.

Chapter 13:

⦁ The line “[Trust] can be lost in [a year], too” is in reference to Catra and Adora, not the Alliance.

Chapter 14:

⦁ Glimmer stalled telling her mom because she wanted school to be busy so Angella couldn’t say or do much because it would distract me from finals, mom.

⦁ Shadow Weaver ran the home for every reason Catra listed and more. Maintaining a secret identity (as long as absences didn’t become conspicuous) helped her fly under the radar. It also made her not entirely reliant on the Horde (she didn’t trust Hordak, though if anything he shouldn’t have trusted her). When the kids hit their late teen years and were about to age out into the world, she knew exactly who, when, and where to target them (as Shadow Weaver, or via proxy with another member of the Horde) for a recruitment pitch. She was especially looking for magic children who might have a future in the Horde — or who might be capable of becoming princesses and inheriting/fixing her runestone, or using another one if they ever managed to track down She-ra and Spirit Ember (both runestones clearly lost, but Shadow Weaver didn’t know if that was permanent or a situation like how she acquired the Black Garnet and thus she hoped to find more). She saw that opportunity in Adora, which is a reason why she targeted her and Catra in particular. Finally, Catra is kind of right that she did it for her own “enjoyment”, but it was in a very different way — at least to her. Shadow Weaver legitimately saw herself as helping the kids who crossed her doorstep and thought the world needed her and people like her to prepare these poor, unloved, unruly children for the future. She thought she was a hero and any sliver of remorse she had for the Horde’s more extreme actions she could dismiss with “well look what good I’m doing with this home, it balances out.”

⦁ “It’s a nice dream” Yeah Horde Prime’s line like that still fucks me up and I had to slip it in.

⦁ There’s a dampening spell centered on the door so other people in the archive don’t hear it opening and closing (all the secret tomfoolery would be pretty ruined if people heard a bookshelf being dragged around in the next room all the time) but it also lets me surprise Catra, which is a rare opportunity.

⦁ The alarm at the computer goes off at the same time as a mid-level priority message to all their phones so someone will check the news/hub to see if it’s something they need to deal with, but since they were in the room with the alarm, no one heard/cared about their phones buzzing.

⦁ Melog’s ability to warp the world around them as they travel the paths is inspired by Little Nightmares 2 and that’s all I’ll say on that because it’s not a game that should be spoiled. I thought it fit well with their illusion magic, though. I think the official power is called something like object distance manipulation but relativity manipulation sounded like a better fit to me.

⦁ I was kinda surprised people asked about Netossa and Spinnerella’s codenames (which is a fair question) but no one asked for Bow since they’re all in the same spot as not having a runestone in canon. For Bow, I came up with the Cupid thing Catra mentions early on in the fic as a joke, and while I do think it’s a plausible thing for Bow to consider given his very “I love love” attitude, I don’t think he would actually pick it and it  felt a little diminutive. Apollo was a late contender thank to the historical connection with his dads and his association with archery, but I thought about other bow/arrow symbolism and remembered one of the Zodiac had a bow and arrow and thus went with Sagittarius once I realized it was Glimmer’s zodiac. This meant I had to spell Sagittarius. So I fucked up there. For Spinnerella, I never ended up saying it in the fic so I kind of got away lucky, but her runestone is an amethyst. I had been calling her just “Cyclone” in my head, which of course didn’t match with a runestone so I had to add some kind of gem/mineral thing in there, but  there’s a big range from the simple “Moonstone” to the slightly more descriptive “Sea Pearl” to “Fractal Flake” which is… nothing. I tried for a while to make some kind of alliteration with “Cyclone,” but there aren’t a lot of gems that fit that, so in the end I went with just Amethyst despite being a little unimaginative because I couldn’t come up with anything that wasn’t cumbersome to shout in battle. I really tried to work some kind of “Air Amethyst” type alliteration in there but it just didn’t happen. For Netossa, I thought about making her sapphire early on because blue, but that’s a Steven Universe character so I wanted to either find something else or add a modifier onto it. Coming up with modifiers related to nets is… hard. Star Sapphire and Cerulean Sapphire (bit of an oxymoron, but it felt like it fit with the naming conventions lol) were in contention. It was just hard to relate anything to nets of all things so I followed the simple route a la Moonstone and just went with Star Sapphire (the star pattern of which could represent the intersections of the ropes in her nets? Maybe? Listen that’s the best I’ve got). For Catra things were… more complex. Catra very well could have picked anything she wanted, similar to Bow, which made it a lot harder. I considered Wildcat immediately (especially with Scorpia suggesting it later and then Catra ends up stuck with it after the others pick up on it) but I didn’t want a name that reveals she’s a magicat, so I tested out a lot of things until I just settled on Ghost for the invisibility. Tiger’s Eye was my other immediate instinct for the runestone theme, because, well, obviously, but while that felt exactly like what SPOP would call the magicat runestone, I wasn’t naming “Catra’s runestone,” I was coming up with a superhero name for Catra while runestones also exist. Her name only had to match as much as she wanted it too, and it didn’t feel like she would want that. As soon as I decided on Ghost I looked up to see if there were any “Ghost something” crystals, which is when I found Phantom quartz and added it into the conversation. When I was looking at gems/minerals/elements for inspo, I saw Mercury and I thought that fit really well with Melog’s shifting powers, and as something related both to geology (okay, listen, it’s an element and that’s close enough) and astrology. Other contenders were things like Silver, Bismuth, and a red theme for/with Catra (I literally looked up a list of red shade names. Naming things is hard). Then I had to come up with joke names that were still something the character might come up with (for themselves and others), so I just made things worse for myself. I got to acknowledge that initial Tiger’s Eye instinct though, so that was good to fit in.

Chapter 15:

⦁ Sideloading an app is basically downloading it on your phone without using the system’s app store.

⦁ After Perfuma suggested Phantom, I thought “you know what, that sounds cool” so I went back and forth on using that instead, but there’s no way Catra would pick it knowing the context, so I played with it a bit more in the scene where they decide her official codename — as well as giving her perspective on that bit, and introducing the beginning of Netossa kind of being Catra’s superhero mentor, which is a relationship that develops after the fic ends — but ultimately let Catra decide. It also let me introduce how the system was coded around their aliases, keeping Entrapta from instantly realizing their identities when she hacked them, though it’s obvious once you start sifting through the general channel and see them talking.

⦁ Bow lives with his dads still since they’re close enough to campus for it and that way he doesn’t really need a job on top of school and (secret) heroing. That means he spends a lot of time in Glimmer’s dorm, though, because it’s the only private place he has to go on campus. He can go to George’s office, too, but students come and go from that so it’s not really any better than a student lounge.

⦁ Adora’s voice is strained after saying she loves Catra because she’s convincing herself that Catra just isn’t ready to say it back yet. She’s in total denial that hearing it is important to her.

⦁ Kadroh is, of course, Wrong Hordak, and the guy who runs the front counter.

⦁ Entrapta was basically shouting for the entire conversation with Scorpia, but since Scorpia also tends to talk loudly, she didn’t really notice it.

⦁ The scene with Scorpia is actually the first I conceived for the fic from a different perspective, which would eventually influence my decision to switch perspective around however I saw fit.

Chapter 16:

⦁ Adora mentions her academics a lot in this fic because I was playing with the idea of her dropping out and just becoming a vet tech to reduce her stress and wanted to leave that option open, but she was so close it didn’t end up feeling right, especially after the Horde became less of a threat with their scrambling following the arrest.

⦁ Someone on crew (pretty sure it was ND) joked that Catra’s “real name” was Elizabeth, so I pulled that as the bullshit name Scorpia said. I went back and forth on her actually saying Catra’s name in hopes of being able to tell if the Horde recognized it (and thus had at least seen her) but that would have been a whole thing to Shadow Weaver as soon as she heard it and there was too much going on in the scene already to throw that in. Plus, it risked endangering Catra’s secret identity even more than Scorpia’s mere presence already did.

⦁ Okay, so obviously my instinct when giving Scorpia an alias was to use… her fucking alias, lmao, but Linda is her mom and D’Ream is her last name already, so Lynda wasn’t going to work. Lynda D’Ream was originally a reference to Scorpia’s voice actress in the 80s (Linda Gary), so I used her SPOP voice actress’s name, Lauren Ash, and threw a fucking y in there because that’s how they did it lmao

⦁ Every runestone calls out a little differently to its holder (in the circumstance where it’s not immediately passed to them). Adora saw lights in the edge of her vision, just ephemeral enough to now be there, that led her towards the stone and then it pulled her in with a mental call. Scorpia couldn’t feel the mental call with the stone cracked, but it sparked to beckon her.

⦁ Scorpia’s mask looking kind of like Shadow Weaver’s was temporary. I don’t know if I ever squeezed the joke in because I’ve been writing this fic for like two months and have forgotten, but the first time Adora transformed, it was into her season one outfit. Both she and the runestone kind of freaked out and it was only on subsequent transformations, when she knew what was happening and could exercise some control over it, that the season five/current She-ra costume appeared. Scorpia is in a similar situation where her mask will eventually take a vaguely scorpion-like theme, with the hooks down her cheeks mimicking stingers and similar ones hooking up her forehead and back over her ears.

⦁ Scorpia didn’t notice any of Catra’s attempts to touch her. Catra kept them light because she was worried about startling Scorpia and giving away their best shot at getting out of this, but that just made them easier for Scorpia to miss them.

⦁ Melog was reliving some trauma and hiding out under the table made them feel better, so when Catra was okay they were busy taking care of themselves by hiding to recuperate.

Chapter 17:

⦁ Shadow Weaver genuinely isn’t entirely certain what happened that day. She remembers Lauryn showing up, but details are fuzzy. When Black Garnet debuts, she remembers that Lauryn was the new Black Garnet since it was Kind Of A Big Deal to her, but she doesn’t remember many details about what she looks like that aren’t already public, and she doesn’t remember her transforming because it all happened so fast and then she was electrocuted and unconscious. That electrocution caused her some issues beyond her memories of that day, and between that and having no magic herself, she isn’t much of a threat when it comes to breaking out of jail or something. With the overwhelming evidence of her involvement in the Horde and no evidence she was blackmailed as she claimed, she goes away for a long time. Everybody arrested turns on Hordak trying to get a plea deal, and between the testimony and physical evidence he was the only one who could have built the robots, he gets convicted of a lot of things, especially as an accessory because that’s easier to prove.

⦁ The rooftop scene was actually initially planned to go earlier in the fic, before the big confrontation, but even though I had been planting the seeds for it, I wanted a bit more hinting and I felt like Catra running off on her own would make Adora worry even more about it, so I pushed it back.

⦁ I ended up using gender neutral pronouns for Horde members a couple times because they often wear helmets or masks that make it hard, but sometimes I chose to use gendered pronouns because I tend to default to they-them pronouns and a nebulous appearance for rando NPCs and I didn’t want it to seem like I was doing that rather than it being a part of the plot that they were disguised and ambiguous. And of course physical appearance isn’t always and indicator of pronouns etc (it certainly isn’t for me lol) but it is usually the assumed default without indicators otherwise. Also sometimes it was just easier to have a random NPC gendered, which is why I had rando Horde members be male a couple times because it just made it easier to distinguish who was who during the fight scenes LOL.

⦁ The “I’ll stroke your ego if it shuts you up” “Wow that didn’t take much convincing” exchange was in my notes before I even started writing the fic. I didn’t have a place for it planned and it only ended up coming up here at the end, but I’m glad I got to use it finally.

Misc Fic Thoughts:

⦁ I’d written a little here and there, but I really got my fanfiction start (both reading and writing) in the comics fandom. I never had a superhero AU “planned” but it always felt like an inevitable thing I would do one day when an idea occurred to me. Superheros befriending(/rescuing/romancing) people they know in their real lives but who don’t know about their secret identity is something I’m a SUCKER for, so when that idea occurred to me in early March it was like of course. I absolutely have to do this right away. I had another thing I was excited for but this jumped the line as soon as AMLAIT was done. I was actually writing this simultaneously with editing that ending.

⦁ I’ve referenced the playlist a couple times and it’s linked below, but I wanna actually talk about it for a second. If you weren’t around for it, 8tracks was a website that was basically the Tumblr version of spotify playlists. It wasn’t affiliated with Tumblr or anything, there were just a lot of Tumblr people populating it and it had a tagging system, so you could hunt down all the playlists associated with your fandom. There were some licensing/copyright issues, and they had a profitability problem anyway, I think, so after a few years it closed down and no website has ever been able to capture the kind of playlists 8tracks hosted and the quality there. With it gone, I can’t go back and find the playlist that this AU is named after. However, it was a Young Avengers playlist (it was called something like “superzeroes — a young avengers fanmix”) that I still vividly remember the cover art for. I believe it was around 11 songs long (a pretty normal length for an 8tracks playlist), and the only two songs I’m pretty sure were on it were Superlove by Charlie XCX and Kick Ass by Mika. I think there might have been a song by FUN on the playlist too? But that — like both of the other songs, really — could have come from one of my other comics-related playlists too. I did my DAMNEDEST to find a tumblr post linking to this playlist again (and in doing so, dug up some nostalgia holy shit) but in the end turned up nothing. Shockingly for how long I’ve gone on about it, I wasn’t particularly attached to this playlist. I mean, I listened to it, but it just came up as a memory when I first got the idea to do a superhero AU, so when I created a file for it I named it “Superzero AU” just intending for it to be a play on superhero, and then that Became the AU’s name in my head and I couldn’t change it after this. I need to stop doing that to myself. The name does, however, have meaning, which is kind of two-fold. First, superzero is an insult aimed at Adora. I considered having Catra say it to her face when they were fighting, showing that she can try to be a superhero to everyone else but she is still a failure, because she failed Catra (they didn’t end up fighting a lot so that didn’t make it into the fic, but the idea of superzero being a term Catra snidely thinks about Adora when they were fighting is still there). Second, Catra is the superzero, specifically a superhero with zero powers. She’s using Melog’s, yes, but she has none of her own and yet she eventually joins the Alliance in throwing herself into danger.

⦁ POV for this fic is interesting because when I was originally coming up with the concept, most of the scenes where from Catra’s perspective, but I knew I wanted the kiss scene specifically to be from Adora’s perspective. I also knew, by the time I started writing it in earnest, that this was going to a long fic so sticking to one POV was going to be impractical. I then thought about switching POV by chapter and just having the Catra chapters be longer, but there were too many scenes I wanted both their takes on. I then considered something weird which was alternating Catra POV chapters with my usual back-and-forth POV chapters, but by then I knew I wanted a scene from Melog’s perspective and maybe even one from Scorpia’s, so I decided f**k it, free POV whenever and wherever I want. This is the first time I’ve really used a POV like this in a long fic, though I did it here and there in one-shots like the soulmarks AU and ‘dawn after the long dark’ in OotW.

⦁ I had fun with this fic, but it was also Struggle Bus to write (for various reasons, from plot-related, to meta, to my own indecision, to life). All my fics (at least long ones, and it can still happen in one-shots) include rewrites somewhere, but I feel like it’s something invisible to both readers and other writers. You only see the final result, not the six tries + editing it took to get there, but this one took a lot of rewriting. I think the final result is fun though so I’m really happy with it.

Original Outline:

The original idea for this fic was very brief. She-ra would have already saved Catra in the past and they were in the weird friendship phase, there was some will-they-won’t-they and attempted friendship tension, then the kiss and the reveal, then the booty call which would start turning Catra around and they would repair their relationship from there.

Then I thought “hey this is a magical realism au, I could have Melog in here” and immediately had the idea for the scene where Catra found Melog. Everything spiraled from there. Below is the entire outline for the fic by the time I finished drafting the first chapter (during which I had ideas about Shadow Weaver’s place in this AU and such).

- meet - friendship (adora learns theres a chance of rebuilding next semester)               - return (health insurance, kiss it better)               - “just checking in again” (law student)               - rooftop - kiss/fall out - booty call - in limbo, find melog - bring melog to BMU - priorities conversation - some fight with the horde, taking down shadow weaver

In the end, the fic followed the outline, though not always the way I thought, mostly at the end where it was more ambiguous. I don't have much to say about it (beyond what I said in earlier notes) since it mostly turned out how I planned, but I thought sharing what one of my overarching outlines looks like might be fun.

Meta:

Superzero playlist

Upcoming:

Okay so I have like, four fics I’m weighing at the moment and I’m not sure with one is going to win, so it’s hard to say which will be upcoming. If I had to guess, though? City of Angels.

[rlyc00l]

Okay I haven’t posted here for awhile BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I have a few Zerhys AUs that I’ve written stuff for in my google docs and idk if I’ll ever actually post anything because most of my fanfic writing time is for P0is0ned and this is just stuff I messily type up on my phone sometimes BUT:

1. BL2 AU: Rhys ends up on the train that Jack blows up at the beginning (like Vasquez set him up with a fake job down on Pandora or something IDK???) and thus ends up stuck with the Vault hunters, who naturally are initially distrustful of him but can’t justify just killing him. Jack realizes “oh shit one of my employees is down there with the Vault hunters, I have an extra card at my disposal besides just Angel” and contacts Rhys like “hey if you work with me here and spy on them and stuff I’ll get you back to Helios and get you a huge promotion” and Rhys is like “Sure I don’t see why not, these people are dicks” (headcanon that early in BL2 Zer0 is like, just the biggest “I don’t need friends” asshole).  Except then he does end up seeing why not as he starts warming up to these people (especially Zer0, because, yeah) but by then he’s already been selling him out and sabotaging them. (Bonus Rhys+Angel bonding at some point because they are in a very similar boat? And look I cannot just make this about Zerhys I love Borderlands 2 so so much) 

2. AU where immediately post-BL2 Rhys, Vaughn, and Yvette are among the Hyperions stranded on Pandora, and much like the Crimson Lance soldiers before them they turn to banditry. Rhys has Handsome Jack AI in his head at this point, and with Jack’s help he’s able to take charge as a very unlikely bandit leader. He carefully avoids doing anything that will call too much attention to his clan, trying to focus on survival more than anything.  This becomes a problem when some of his dumbass underlings manage to subdue and capture Zer0. Jack warns him against freeing Zer0, claiming they’ll likely kill him and bring Sanctuary’s wrath down on the clan. However, keeping Zer0 hostage or killing them seem equally risky options. Zer0 gets to sit in a cell and watch Rhys argue with himself, occasionally trying to work things out with him. 

3. Medieval fantasy bullshit. Hi I love medieval fantasy bullshit what if Rhys was a lord and Zer0 was some weirdo possibly-demonic hedge knight and medieval forbidden romance happens. Scandal occurs because of Zer0 being a weirdo possibly-demonic hedge knight. What if Lancelot and Guinevere shit except it ends good and no one joins any churches? Just the parts with the daring heroics and stuff. I don’t have good specific details for this. Just...Knights... 

4. A less well-socialized "only lives to be an assassin” Zer0 is hired to kill Rhys but then some bandits almost kill steal them as they’re following him. It is a matter of honor that they do not just allow this to happen and just take credit for someone else’s kill, so they save him- but by that point he’s been beaten up enough that he’s a little too pathetic to kill. Zer0 thinks “I’ll kill him later” and gets him to safety but by then he has already begun to endear himself to them. Later they’re waiting for the right moment to strike and Rhys will like see them lurking ominously in the shadows and go “Hey Zer0! How’s it going?” and then later he’s straight up asking for them to help him out with his “bandits want me dead” problem. Of course Rhys eventually finds out “oh you were planning to kill me” because conflict must happen. :) 

5. Something something Rhys is actually forced into being a janitor and Hyperion has Zer0 in R&D doing tests on them. As far as Rhys knows they’re a fucked up monster because they keep killing people. Then he actually encounters them and wow I know this sounds Shape of Water but this actually came out of thinking about befriending Jurassic World hybrids lmao. Because Zer0 is the indoraptor. To me. 

[shinigami-mistress]

Untitled Vampire AU

Told you I might write this.

The fog had been her accomplice.

It had shrouded her that night; wrapping its damp fingers about her and hid her form from prying eyes. It softened the sounds of her hurried feet through the dark streets so no one, especially not that woman, heard her approach. Finally, and most importantly, it had drowned all of her victim's screams - from the surprised gasp the to the piercing scream of death. The fog had done so much to assist her in her dark act.

Once the deed had been done, the fog betrayed her. It receded into the shadows leaving her completely exposed for all the world to see. She could almost hear it whisper, “There she is. There she is.”

Angelina was not helping herself either as she simply stood in the moonlight. The manic energy that had possessed her before had poured from her body and disappeared into the ground around her feet. Now she felt weak and exposed, which made no since to her. She always felt so empowered when she helped to bring a life into the world, but now she felt vulnerable. Controlling death wasn't the same as assisting life. She could only stand there; her knife glistening in the moonlight as the blood that had gathered on her face slipped down to her chin as if she was crying crimson tears.

“So much waste,” a voice said from somewhere above her. “That woman had a lot of blood in her, but you’ve spilled it on the filthy ground.”

Slowly, Angelina raised her eyes and gasped when she saw a figure shamelessly perched atop a church tower. Even from her distance, she could see the pale face nested in a mass of red hair and to the green glow of the eyes. She knew who this was and had heard all the stories, but it was different to see this gorgeous creature of death with her own eyes. A mass of conflicting emotions rose up inside and she watched her visitor drop effortlessly to the ground as quietly as a cat. A small, rational part of her told her to run, but her feet remained rooted to the spot.

“Why are you staring, darling?”

“It’s you,” Angelina answered breathlessly, “The Red Vampire. Scarlet Death.”

The vampire's eyes widened, but so did her smile. “I’m imoressed,” she said, “I know my presence is whispered about on these dull streets, but is rare I hear any of my “ titles.” Tell me, my beautiful red haired friend, how is it you seem to notice about me. And don’t lie. I find it dreadfully dull and predictable. “

“My sister…married a man who had been trained to hunt and destroy monsters that endanger our city. I believe his focus was werewolves, but he did have some experience with vampires.

“Werewolves,” scoffed the vampire, “What a fraudster. I should like to meet him though.”

“You can't,” Angelina said, “He’s…he's dead.” Here she turned away to hide the tears that always came to her eyes.

The vampire gently turned Angelina's face towards her and wiped away the tears clinging to her lashes. “He was your brother in law, yet you cry for him. Why is that?”

Angelina couldn't trust herself to answer nor was she given time. The vampire leaned forward and suddenly kissed her on the cheek. Angelina felt her legs grow briefly weak when the blood was licked gently from her face.

“Are there any other hunters nearby?” she asked without moving back.

“His son,” Angelina answered, “Although he is small and never fully trained, he has taken up his father’s mantle.”

“Is that so? Well, let me propose something. Perhaps we can help each other.”

“How? What could I do for you?”

There was a soft chuckle. “You might be surprised. Do we have a deal then? I can give you all the details.”

Angelina felt she had little choice as the vampire could easily kill her, but she didn't want a choice. For reasons she couldn't yet verbalize, she wanted to make this deal. “Okay. I accept.”

“Good.” The vampire leaned Angelina's head back and gently nipped at her neck. For the briefest of moments, she thought the vampire was going to kill her anyway or make her another vampire, but she couldn't feel anyone blood being taken. She just felt the teeth upon the tender skin of the neck as her body grew weaker and weaker. She realized too late that she was losing consciousness.

All at once, Angelina opened her eyes to find she was lying on her own bed. She would have thought that it had all been a dream, but her bloody clothes and slightly sore neck was enough proof that something had happened. Just what exactly, she didn't know, nor did she have any knowledge how the vampire knew where she lived.

She slipped off her bed and walked towards an open window. The night was quiet with only the slightest breeze, but a singular phrase kept repeating through her mind. It was undoubtedly something the vampire had said to her.

“Call me Grell.”

[the-toad-in-your-piano]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged in this by the darling @once-in-a-blue-moon-rising. What a perfect break from my desperate scrambling to finish NaNoWriMo (haha).

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

61!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

400,820. Blue included an average per work, so I'm going to shamelessly steal that idea--- comes out to a little over 6,500 per work.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Sherlock, principally. I have written a touch of Grantchester (more unpublished than published, solely because I keep forgetting to finish them), one Hotel Portofino fic, and a Downton Abbey/Sherlock crossover. I keep meaning to write more for Downton, but I can never find the time!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All five of my tops are Mystrade, of course!

Our Love Keeps the Things It Finds - I will shamelessly admit that I am very proud of this one. It's 25k words of soulmate-tattoo fic featuring a heavily tattooed Mycroft, which I always found a rather interesting (and enchanting) idea.

Crimson Blaze - My longest fic by far at 123k words. It has a little of everything--- some Mycroft whump, disguises, awkward friends with benefits, and badass Anthea.

Flowers - On a silly little whim, I wrote a funny thing about Greg's teenage daughter meeting Mycroft for the first time. It ended up being surprisingly well-liked and I've since written a few other pieces featuring her. It's about 5k words.

Of Blue Suits and Brollies - I find it hilarious that this is in my top 5. My very first PWP I ever wrote. It's only about 4k words.

No Fear of Shadows - I am still surprised that this one was so popular. I wrote it while in a rather soppy mood because I thought it would be funny. It's 6k words about Mycroft introducing Greg to some of his colleagues at a fancy work function.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! Not quickly, though. I try my very, very hardest to get to all of them, but it doesn't always happen in a timely manner.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I've got two from my Febuwhump series that I think tie for it. Stay Awake, Beautiful wins angstiest just in terms of stress-- the actual ending is ambiguous, but I find it stressful just to read. All Lives End, of course, begins with a death and deals with the fallout. That one's pretty rough.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Right after finishing Flufftober is an awkward time for this question, because I now have twenty-something separate fics with stupidly happy endings. But I think the title goes to Forevermore.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'm very lucky to say I don't!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, though it's not the majority of my work. I have only a couple of PWPs and two or three longer works with smutty elements. And my current NaNoWriMo project is turning out FAR smuttier than I had originally intended. Oops.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Just one! The only one I've done is the Downton Abbey/Johnlock crossover (Love and the Hunter) for Fandom Trumps Hate. It was loads of fun.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so! I've done a bit of detective-ing to trace others' stolen works, so I occasionally check up on mine just in case. Thankfully, I'm in a niche enough corner of the fandom that no one seems to want to bother me :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I beta for one! It's a fabulous OCxCanon work for My Hero Academia that I will shamelessly plug at all times. The Stray.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Mystrade <3

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I've not posted it, but I've got a few thousand words of a Mystrade Hollywood Golden Age AU that I don't think I'll ever complete. I'm okay with that; some things are meant to remain daydreams.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can be funny, sometimes. I think I'm alright at building moods for whatever I'm trying to achieve.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh, I'm very chatty. I can unnecessarily wax on and on for thousands and thousands of words. I find dialogue a bit of struggle too, sometimes, since my instinct is always to spell out every detail when there's often lots that can go unsaid.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't really do it; I'm not confident enough in another language to trust it. I have done it, though, but just once. I think. It was a line from La Bohème for Our Love Keeps the Things It Finds and I think it was only said in the original Italian once.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, at the tender age of ten or so. Written by flashlight in the backs of my notebooks.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Oh, gosh, this question is so hard!! I've written quite a lot that I just adore. The title is shared, I think, between That Breathless Charm and Look After You for being things I reread for my own comfort, haha.

This was such fun to fill out! Open tag here-- if you fill it out, please tag me! I'd love to read it :)

[fortune-fool02]

The Man with Red Eyes

Tsukiyama Shuu x male demon reader

Summary: Ghouls were not the only monsters that preyed upon humans, Tsukiyama learned this when he bumped into a stranger that offered more than a bite. 

Demon au

Warning: Mention of blood and violence.

This is something I wanted to experiment with a bit, by attempting to write a colder, more darker reader instead of the character. I would love feedback on this please. 

Thank you. Please enjoy. 

It was no real secret that ghouls were not the only monsters that preyed upon humans. Not the only apex predators that stalked and observed their prey, waiting for the right moment to strike. Though, these ones were different; while some resembled humans, others didn’t share as many qualities. Appearing monstrous and horrific was their biggest flaw, that and that the mere touch of sunlight was enough to scorch their skin, rendering them to nothing but cinders. 

Demons. Conflicts between the two predators that share the same prey and territory was often, but only the bodies of ghouls were shown. Well, that or sometimes a large pile of ash or dust. Shuu himself had faced against his fair share of demons, no two fights being the same. He could not forget the one that left him bloody and bruised with his arm ripped off, it took weeks to heal from that. He has spent some time tracking the demon, a four-eyed beast that made an odd ticking sound with its jaws, and was more than happy to return the favour. 

Perhaps he could sample the demon? The past few times, demons have tasted awfully foul and bitter, but perhaps this one may be different? If not, then at least he will have a few moments of enjoying watching the demon squirm. 

Shadows danced and swayed as the moon’s light was sheathed and unsheathed by the thick clouds, offering moments of pale light to break the shadows and show the path ahead. Both shadows and moonlight thriving in the sun’s absence, allowing themselves to stretch freely rather than be constricted to small corners and alleyways. A puddle rippled from the footstep that caught the edge of it, disturbing its peace as the person walked down the dark alley, unfazed by the shifting and growing shadows. Soft whispers slithering along the small breeze, riding the wind gusts and brushing their cool touches against coats, against exposed skin and through hair. 

Though their touches went unnoticed by the violet-eyed man as he walked, his attention solely on one thing: His prey. The blood trail the demon had left in its wake, leading him right to it. Thick, blackish substance replacing what should have been a crimson liquid, further showing just how distant demons were from humans. They didn’t even bleed the same. It was surprising how Shuu was able to get the jump on the four-eyed demon, then again, he did use the element of surprise to get the advantage; waiting until the demon was deep in feasting before driving his kagune deep into its chest, slicing through flesh and bone, to leave a gaping hole from the chest to its side. He relished in the pained scream it released before fleeing. It wouldn’t get too far, not with a wound like that, a shark hunting down a wounded barracuda. 

As mentioned before, it was not uncommon for ghouls and demons to clash, but it all depended on who held the upper hand. Who was the strongest, but also the more cunning. Some S ranking ghouls have fallen to powerful demons, but also vice versa, with weak demons losing to weak ghouls. Some fights taking some time to end, while some being over in but seconds. Shuu was going to enjoy this. 

The young man came to a stop at the corner of the alley, seeing the four-eyed demon leaning against the wall, attempting to heal his wounds faster, and struggling to. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” he hissed, holding the wound together as the flesh and muscle weakly stitched itself together, slowly regenerating. Very slowly. A soft chuckle left Shuu’s chest at this, eyes falling to their deep crimson glow as he approached, emerging from the shadows. 

“My, my, so weak are we, mon ami?” He smiled as the demon snapped his head towards his voice, all four eyes widening at the sight of him. “I must say, I’m quite disappointed, I thought you would have more fight in you given how you left me all those weeks ago.” He continued to approach, amusement flourishing within him with sparks of confidence, the kind one felt when he knew he had already won a battle. The way fear filled each one of those eyes as he approached, how his form crumbled down to a submissive bow. How his body shook with the tension that tightened his nerves within his body. 

How that cold breeze washed against Shuu’s back, claws brushing over the muscle in an outward motion, like spider legs crawling over his back, over the shoulders and down his chest, putting his own nerves on edge at this sudden presence. 

“Ce que le?” Darkened eyes searched the shadows around them, searching for this third presence that sourced such coldness, and erupted such fear from the demon. Quiet tapping rhythm of footsteps echoed as a man emerged from the shadows, almost as if he had materialised from them given how the shadows seemed to clutch onto his form, not wanting him to abandon them and leave them to evaporate into nothing. 

Monotone in range of colours, dressed smart with his casual dark suit, but with his face concealed by the shadows casted by his hat. [Hair colour] hair combed neatly, working perfectly with his [Skin colour] complexation. But there was no mistake, this man was the source of that biting coldness. He passed the ghoul without so much as a second glance, relaxed even, unfazed by the ghoul’s presence. Or more along the lines of unconcerned as he approached the shivering demon. 

“You disappoint me. Time, and time again.” He spoke, a calmness filling his voice that was laced with a burning venom. “And yet, you never improve.” 

“P-Please, master. I-I can do better, I-I promise! Just give me time, I’ll heal! I’ll-” The four-eyed demon’s voice was cut off by the [Hair colour] demon raising his hand, one nail growing, sharpening into a claw before plunging itself deep into the demon’s skull. 

“You fail me, and then have the audacity to raise your voice at me? Pathetic.” Pain cracked the demon’s face as his body began to violently convulse and shake from the blood being forced into his body from the claw. His body unable to cope before the cells broke down, melting the body and leaving a pool of tar-black liquid and clothing. Shuu held his breath, catching it in his lungs at what he had just witnessed. Demons were capable of that form of....whatever the Hell that was? 

The man, no, demon, stood up and sighed softly, an odd sense of calmness in his actions despite the threat that he radiated. He turned his gaze towards the ghoul, crimson red eyes glowing with a haunting glare that pierced through the darkness. Pupils that should have been circular sat slitted, not unlike a cat or snake’s eyes, different shades of reds melting together, like rose petals falling against rubies resting in blood. An interesting set in his thoughts. 

“Well, that was a sight to see.” Shuu remarked, a sly smile on his lips as he refused to avert his gaze, choosing to stare his opponent down and show no weakness. Despite a hushed whisper in the back of his mind begging to flee. 

“Don’t fool yourself. This was nothing spectacular, ghoul.” he spoke, pulling a tissue out and cleaning the blood from his finger before tossing it to the ground. “My patience for his excuses grew thin, as is for you.” 

“And one cannot help to find you....interesting, mon ami.” the ghoul smiled, “After all, few can be worthy of standing before The Gourmet.” Many demons knew ghouls by their aliases, often having overheard it from others. This demon, though, gave no flash of emotion to this, not even a silver of anything. 

“The Gourmet? Never heard of you.” the [Hair colour] demon turned on his heel, beginning to walk away when Shuu gave a glare, how dare he turn his back on him! 

“Putain, bâtard!” A flash of purple sprouted from the shoulder blade, coiling around his arm as the blade sharpened, aiming to pierce right through the demon’s head only to meet thin air. Confusion flickered for a moment before a grip latched onto the kagune blade, holding it in place.

“I am not interested in fighting, I have other things to occupy my attention and time with.” Another hand shot forward, tightly gripping Shuu’s jaws with the light pricking of claws pressing against his skin, threatening to break the skin. Those crimson eyes piercing through Shuu’s own eyes, a sense of... something fluttering within the ghoul. The feeling of being at risk, that another stronger force was overpowering him. It was strange but tingling. How odd. “Do not push my mercy for allowing you to live, ghoul. Mercy is not my nature.” 

“Then why show it to me?” That question earned a tightening from both grips around the kagune and his jaw, and sending that tingling sensation ablaze against his skin. Instead of an answer, he was given a dark glare before he was thrown against the wall, cracking the bricks and even knocking some loose. A grunt left his gritted teeth as his kagune reverted and he looked back up at him. “All of this and I don’t even know your name.” An odd thing to say, but Shuu didn’t care. He wanted to know the name of the demon who sparked such peculiar sensations. 

A slow head turn, [Hair colour] strands falling from their position as if trying to hide his eyes again but failed. “[Name] [Surname].” Then a sharp snap of his fingers was made before his entire form vanished into the shadows. 

Shuu took a small breath, feeling any bruising on his back fade before chuckling. This evening could not have turned out better if he had planned it. 

[starstruckkittensweets]

“The Wolf’s Den” || Ackermans x Reader

Fandom: Attack on Titan  Pairing: Kenny, Levi, Mikasa x Reader  Words: 17.6k 

Warnings: **DARK CONTENT**, 18+ only (MINORS PLEASE DNI), NSFW content, pseudo-incest (no direct sexual contact with each other, just with Reader (but just to be safe)), mafia AU (not 100% accurate but oh well), attempts at a plot, brief mentions of gun violence, brief mentions of torture, power play, authority figures/power imbalance, exhibitionism, dubcon (especially towards the middle part), oral sex (male and female receiving), smoking, alcohol drinking, female-bodied Reader, vaginal sex, strap-ons, heavy degradation (Kenny is an asshole), pet names, brief moments of genuine intimacy/feelings (on Reader’s part), FFM threesome, choking, spanking, overstimulation, hair pulling, some light finger sucking, knife play, dirty talk, threats of murder, mentions of violence and blood, scissoring, orgasm denial, unhealthy feelings of wanting to be used (on Reader’s part), light dom/sub/ dynamics, direct and indirect banter between Levi and Mikasa throughout the whole fucking fic 

A/N: Ooh boy, this is a long one... And it’s much different than any of the other fics I’ve written so far, but that’s why I was really excited to give it a shot! (And it’s partially based off of that one off-hand comment I made about a year ago, stating that “I would gladly fuck all 3 Ackermans if given the chance...”) This fic mainly focuses on the Levi/Reader/Mikasa dynamic, but Kenny gets his turn to shine too. So I’m proud to finally share my entry for the Cummunity’s Tender Taboos Collab! Thank you guys so much for letting me be a part of this collab (and server)! I highly recommend checking out all of the wonderful pieces this collab has to offer! 

This was so much fun to plan out and write, even though it’s a hefty one that took me literally ~3 months to complete. I can’t just write smut, I have to go ahead and make a whole plot so that’s probably why it took so long (also I apologize if the plot doesn’t make 100% sense in the end). I got to explore a lot of situations/themes I usually don’t really get to write for that often, and this fic kinda turned into my guilty pleasure to write whenever I was feeling down. Also, it’s over 17k words of pure shameless smut, so take that for what you will. 

PLEASE HEED ALL OF THE WARNINGS ABOVE, AS THIS FIC **DOES** INCLUDE DARK CONTENT! If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please refrain from reading! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the fic! 

The mansion isn’t quite what you imagined. From Frieda’s stories, the Ackerman household was large and gloomy, with the windows shattered and spider webs decorating the sides. You should’ve known, the girl has a habit of exaggerating her tales (it must come with being the eldest daughter in the family). But as strange as it is, the mansion is quite…clean. Swept sidewalks, gleaming windows, and the faintest tinge of lemon in the air. A pleasant house to stay in, if it weren’t for the family that inhabits it. You’ll have to tell her how it really is, when you get back home.

If you get back home.

The cold air nips at your fingers, rubbing your cheeks raw with each gust of wind. Your teeth chatter as you pull your jacket closer, and the cold metal of the gun resting at your waist sends a shiver up your spine.

Suddenly, the heavy doors swing open, and a shadow crosses your own on the staircase. A woman with blond hair motions you forward with a crook of her finger. As you follow her into the house, you note the fancy suit and dark fedora that tops her head—as well as the knife resting at her waist, gleaming for the world to see.

A dark crimson carpet lines the main hallway. The blonde leads you further down, heels brushing against the velvet, passing numerous men and women in similar suits and fedoras. One of them stifles a laugh when his golden eyes land on you.

“Another one, Caven? How many has it been this week alone?”

But she ignores him and continues moving forward, and you have no choice but to follow suit.

The two of you finally reach your destination: a silver door at the end of the hallway, leagues away from any other people. Caven glances at you from over her shoulder, lithe fingers wrapped around the knob.

“Be on your best behavior,” she sneers, almost curling her lip like an animal. “Neither of them like insubordination all that much.”

You only nod your head in response. You know better than to speak unless you’re specifically requested to.

She opens the door and leads you inside. The first thing that hits you is the wave of heat, burning straight from the roaring fireplace in the corner of the room.

The room is simply elegant. Smooth velvet lines the floor, plush armchairs rest across the fireplace. There are no windows in the room, which makes you tense up automatically. But then you catch sight of the two people leaning against the armchairs—not sitting, but leaning on them—and you force your shoulders to relax.

Cold silver eyes burn into your body. Pale fingers twitch against the fabric of the chair. Flushed lips curl into a smirk.

You’re in the wolf’s den now; a meek little lamb with nowhere to run.

Caven bows to the man and woman, before turning back to you. “This is Mikasa Ackerman,” she motions to the woman, “and Levi Ackerman,” now motioning to the man.

But you already know them well, even without ever meeting them before.

Mikasa Ackerman: the youngest of the family, just around your age at twenty-two years old. The only female of Ackerman blood in the family. Frieda’s told you about her many times, but you know better than to underestimate her, even if Frieda likes to exaggerate her stories. You’ve heard the men at the bar whisper among themselves, with the name Mikasa Ackerman breezing past their lips. Of how this young assassin once swept out an entire group of armed soldiers from a rival family, firing bullets into their brains before reclining back for a cigarette, her hands still dripping with blood. You’re not taking any chances with her, especially with the mission Frieda’s father gave you. The mission your family gave you.

Levi Ackerman: heir to the family name and every bit as dangerous as Mikasa, if not more. You’ve heard stories about him as well, but from the associates Caven commands. When she’s gone for the day and leaving you alone to socialize, waiting for the next job, the men pop open some wine bottles and share scary stories with each other. You’ve only heard of the pained screams, of the torn fingernails and bloody handprints and the condescending voice above it all. Even now he looks lethal, leaning back with a cigarette resting between his lips. You dread the day you get to witness him in action. It won’t be a pretty sight for anyone involved.

Caven gives them a quick rundown: of how you ran into her at the bar begging for work, how you need the money to support your dying mother, how you’re quick and efficient with your deliveries throughout the day. A believable story to most; Rod Reiss had instructed you well. It’s almost hard not to smile as she tells them about it, knowing that this only brings you one step closer to your main goal.

But then Levi’s right in front of you, eyes flickering across your face—your forehead, your nose, and finally your mouth. He scoffs when he sees you swallow under his gaze, and for a moment, you swear you can see the ghost of a smirk on his handsome face.

“Perhaps either of you will get more use out of her,” Caven continues with her story. “It’d be a shame to waste her on simple booze deliveries. Give her a real job and see what she does.”

You keep your hands firm at your sides as Levi moves around you, as if he’s sizing you up. You hate not being able to read him; for what it’s worth, the man is excellent at keeping his thoughts to himself.

Suddenly he stops right behind you, his hand hovering just above your hip. Instinct tells you to swat him away, but that would only draw suspicion. You have to stay calm, keep a cool head through it all. You don’t want to give them anything that would tip them off to your true intentions.

“A real job,” he repeats, and your knees nearly tremble at his gravelly voice against your ear. “I don’t see why not. Take her out to the field and see what she really does out there.”

He moves away from you, but not before dragging a finger against the back of your neck, just under the strands of your braid. He’s quick to notice the sharp intake of breath—you can tell by the full-on smirk on his face as he walks away.

Mikasa Ackerman’s eyes flash dangerously as she turns to Caven. “I’ll take her, then.”

“You?”

She meets Levi’s gaze calmly, but there’s a storm brewing in her gray eyes. “Me,” she affirms without missing a beat. “There’s a delivery at the docks a few nights from now. I’ll take her with me and teach her the ropes. I’m sure Kenny wouldn’t mind at all.”

Your throat runs dry at the unfamiliar name. The man at the center of it all—Kenny Ackerman, the infamous boss with a love for alcohol and an unhealthy obsession with knives. Of course they’re just rumors, considering the only people who’ve actually seen the man in the flesh before are few and far between. His subordinates are careful at keeping him guarded, even within the walls of this safe house. If you’re being honest, you don’t know if you’ll get to see him until the end. The very end, when you’ve finally completed your mission.

Rod Reiss’ words are still echoing in your ears, as you fix your gaze on Mikasa’s snarl, on Levi’ piercing eyes, on Caven’s exasperated expression as she steps in between the two. The gun is suddenly heavy against your hip, your hand itching to grab it and squeeze the trigger. It would be easy, too easy. Two down, one to go. Not counting Caven; she’s obviously a reliable force within the family, and losing her would be an incredible blow.

But you have to be patient. Wait it out. Make them suffer.

So when Mikasa barks out “You’ll join my crew, understand?” as Levi bares his teeth, you know exactly what to say.

“I understand, capo.”

You lower your head in submission, the gun still cold against your lower hip. But then you see the smirk on her face, as well as the scowl on Levi’s face—and for a moment, it’s hard to ignore the flame of desire spiraling in your stomach.

In the weeks following your admission into the family, Mikasa quickly makes a habit of visiting you in the mornings.

Early in the darkness, just before the first rays of light slither through the window of your room. You’re curled up on your bed, the scratchy blankets thrown over your body, nuzzling the pillow in a desperate attempt to keep warm. The family house is never the warmest, especially in the dead of winter.

But then you feel something warm and soft pressing into your back, scarred hands securing your wrists into the mattress. You barely have time to mumble “Good morning,” before her mouth is on yours, as her fingers fumble with the hem of your sleep shorts.

Despite the exhaustion that’s settled deep in your bones, you manage to fake a smile and press yourself against her chest. She groans softly against your ear, eagerly grinding her hips into yours. There’s a tug at your panties, and you gasp when she dips her hand further down, dragging a finger against your slick folds. You can feel her lips pull up into a smirk against the nape of your neck, but it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest. She’s always been like this in the morning, you’ve just gotten used to it these last few days.

You snicker to yourself. It’s not the way you envisioned of getting close to the members of the Ackerman family, but it’s one way to get the job done. You’ll take any opening you can get at this point.

She’s always precise with her movements; never wasting time or drawing things out. She’s focused and determined with everything she does—whether it’s putting a bullet into a traitor’s head or making you writhe against her tongue. And right now, as per her usual morning routine, she’s dead set on the latter choice.

“Come here.”

She barely gives you time to respond before she spreads your legs and nestles herself between your thighs. Your sleep shorts are long forgotten on the floor, your cotton panties hanging down from one ankle. As she drags her tongue against your slickened folds, your fingers knit themselves in her hair, soft moans echoing throughout the room.

When she first started visiting your room like this, you were worried you’d have to fake your pleasure. But it’s hard to do that with Mikasa—especially when she knows what she’s doing. She knows her way around a woman’s body, either from experience or pure intuition.

Of course, you’re not stupid enough to catch any feelings for her. This is only temporary, a quick fling in order to get what you want. A tiny stepping stone across the raging river.

You press a fist against your mouth when she starts to circle your clit. Her gray eyes flicker upwards, and you can see the specks of violet shining in them. For the first time, with her messy hair and heaving chest, you want to call her beautiful. But then she slides two fingers into you, and the words die in your throat.

“Mika—” Your voice is breathless as you stretch your fingers out for her. “Mikasa, please.”

If there’s one thing Mikasa loves, it’s hearing your sweet little voice begging for her to fuck you.

She quickens her pace, curling two fingers into you hard and deep, before adding a third that makes you whine. She crawls up the length of your body, growling softly when you close your thighs around her hand, keeping her locked in place. You give a tug on her black locks, bringing her in for a fierce kiss—only to scream into her mouth as she presses down hard on your clit with her thumb.

“M-Mikasa.”

She smirks when she pushes your thighs apart, sliding her fingers out of you, warm and sticky with your release. She licks her hand clean before hooking your leg around her waist. A moan slips past your lips when you feel her cunt pressed against yours, hot and wet and simply breathtaking.

It’s a dance you know all too well at this point. Giving her what she wants, never putting up a fight. That isn’t to say you don’t like it—far from it, in fact. Over these little morning visits, you’ve grown addicted to the sex. Her fiery touch, the smell of her hair, the salt on her skin, the taste of her pussy—everything that makes her Mikasa.

She rolls her hips, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. You reach up and grab at her breasts, whimpering as her clit brushes against yours. Her tits are soft against your hands, her skin flushed and warm to the touch, and she lets out the softest mewl when you roll them together in your palms.

“Faster,” you mumble, and she’s more than eager to comply.

The mattress squeals beneath your bodies as she rams herself against you, driving the two of you to your highs. It’s sloppy and messy, no time for words or even kisses. But it’s more than enough for the two of you, as you grasp at each other and moan into the darkness.

“Mika—fuck, I can’t—” Tears prick at your eyes. You can almost taste your release, so sweet and sinful. “Mikasa, make me cum… Please!”

She moans again, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Suddenly her face is over yours as she grabs your jaw and pulls you in for a heated kiss, furiously rubbing at your clit with three scarred fingers.

A wave of bliss crashes over you, and your thighs tremble around her hips. She quivers against you, burying her face in your neck, and you can feel her cum sliding down on your thighs. For a brief moment, it’s just the two of you, clutching each other tightly as the first rays of sunlight spill across the room.

End it all. Right now, while she’s vulnerable. Snap her neck and kill her.

Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the afterglow of sex. But something makes you want to shut out that voice in your head and make sure it never speaks again.

It’s over as quickly as it started. Mikasa lifts herself off you and slides off of the bed, and you can only watch as she begins to dress herself. She must’ve shed her clothes completely before she climbed into bed with you.

Her sharp heels click against the floorboards. The door creaks open before slamming shut. She’s gone, as always.

You’re still fighting to catch your breath as you lay back against the pillows. You can still feel the weight of her body on top of you. The heat of her kisses, the curl of her fingers, the slick of her cunt dragging along your own.

You scoff and hide your face in your hands, with the remains of release staining the skin of your thighs.

A month passes before Levi makes his move.

You have no idea what to expect when he sends one of his associates to your room in the dead of night. Despite your protests and informal wear (only a velvet nightgown with sleeves that reach down to your wrists), the associate insists you follow him down the halls. So you shrug your shoulders and follow him through the darkness, throwing on an old suit jacket to keep out the chill.

You’ve done nothing to tip anyone off; you’ve stayed close to Mikasa the entire time, following her instructions without any hesitation. You’ve taken your vow of silence, accepting the consequences if you break it. You’ve killed people for this family—as sick and twisted as it is, you know it’ll all pay off in the end.

The door is already ajar when you arrive. The associate taps softly, and at Levi’s soft command, he motions you inside and shuts the door behind you. A quick glance around the room makes you realize these are Levi’s private quarters—and there he is, seated in the velvet armchair beside the fireplace, a glass of whisky lingering at his lips.

He lets out a breath as he lowers his glass, the ice clinking against the sides. You wring your hands together, keeping your eyes low, waiting for him to break the silence.

“Mikasa’s told me about your work,” he begins, keeping his eyes fixed on the fireplace ahead. “You’re quick with a gun. A good shot, too. Hard to find those nowadays.”

He swishes his drink, waiting for your response. You clear your throat and nod, although he can’t see you. “Thank you, capo.” You keep it short and simple. No need to sugarcoat anything.

“And you kill quickly. She’s told me you’re a good asset to her crew.”

“…Thank you, capo. I’m glad I can be of good use to her.”

Mikasa’s been praising you? You had no idea you’d made that much of an impact on her. Then again, it probably stems from her rivalry with Levi. Probably wants to rub it in his face how she gets to have you and he doesn’t. Despite being part of the same family, the two of them don’t really seem to get along that well.

“She also told me what a tight little pussy you have.”

The words almost don’t register at first. But when they do, you feel your head start to spin.

“W-what?”

Levi lifts himself from his chair, leaving the glass of whisky on the arm, before turning to face you head-on. His eyes are dark and commanding—silently ordering you to stay put until he says so.

“Don’t be coy,” he snarls, cool fingers closing around your throat. His grip isn’t tight, but it still makes your knees tremble. “I know she’s fucking you. She thinks she’s so clever about it, too.”

At first, you’re confused. Mikasa’s been telling him about your mornings together? Is she really that desperate to tick him off that she would tell him such intimate details about your encounters? You have to admit, a part of you is a little irritated by it. Although you’re not romantically involved with her, you’d prefer if everyone didn’t know about your little flings in the early dawn.

But then another thought crosses your mind—and it sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. She’s told Levi about this, Levi knows about your relationship, and for some reason that makes you feel excited. Maybe you’re just an idiot who loves the taste of adrenaline, or loves the thrill of danger. But whatever it is, it has you on the edge of your seat, waiting for his next move.

Is he going to punish you for being with her? Will he report you to the boss? Or will he kill you right here and now? If he does, your whole plan goes down the drain. Everything you’ve worked for will be lost.

“She thinks she can parade around here just because she’s the only one who’s fucked you.” His fingers tighten ever so slightly—and his eyes widen just a bit at the moan that slips through your mouth.

Shit. You’re in for it now.

“Oh?” He tugs you closer by your throat, pressing his chest to yours and sliding a hand down between your thighs. Your face burns when you realize you’ve already soaked through your panties. “You like being manhandled, don’t you?”

You can’t speak; you’re too ashamed of yourself to even look him in the eye. But at the same time, you want to see how far this will go—and what he’s planning on doing with you.

You shiver as his hot breath clouds over your ear, “Has Mikasa ever thrown you around before? Ever fucked you rough and hard?” You’re too nervous to answer, but one light squeeze of his fingers makes you choke out a reply.

“S-sometimes, sir.”

He growls softly—whether it’s at your answer or the title, you can’t tell. “She’s too young to know what she’s doing. Too inexperienced. That’s what you need, princess,” you moan when his teeth graze your earlobe, “someone with experience.”

He cups your pussy through your panties, and you hiss as his fingers play with the hem and tease your slick folds. You reach up, not to grab at the hand that’s around your throat, but to rake your nails down his back. Silently begging for him to take you.

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again. “Want to piss her off a little bit, princess?”

You grasp at the collar of his jacket, subtly grinding yourself up into his hand. “Please, sir…”

His movements are far from gentle as he snatches you by the waist and literally throws you over his shoulder. Your cheeks are bursting with heat, legs quaking against his chest, especially when his hand comes down hard on your ass. You squeal at the motion, only for him to do it again.

In the darkest corner of the room lays a bed, modest with white sheets and gray blankets. He throws you down on it, smirking when your hands come up to cover your face—but your legs remain spread, your wet panties on full display for him. He props one knee on the bed before grabbing your ankle and yanking you towards him, with a finger tugging at the cravat around his neck.

“So slutty,” he sneers, tossing the cravat to the side. “Are you this slutty for her, too?”

You squeak when he grabs your panties and rips them in half, before throwing the tattered remains over the side of the bed. His breath is hot against your lips, chest pressed against yours as he slides two fingers into your dripping cunt.

“Answer me, princess.” He curls his fingers sharply, smirking when you grasp his shoulders and buck into his hand. “Are you her little slut?”

A moan bubbles in your throat, but you force it down to answer him properly. With a swallow, you look him dead in the eyes and whisper your answer: “I am…”

“Not anymore.” He lowers himself down the length of your body, still thrusting his fingers into you at a rapid rate. “You’re my slut now, understand? My little whore.”

Tears begin to gather in your eyes. He’s absolutely ruthless with his movements, driving his fingers into you while circling your clit harshly at the same time. You scream out his name before slapping a hand over your mouth—what if Mikasa hears you?

But he only smirks, fingers still abusing your little burning clit. “Let her hear, princess. Let her know how much of a slut you are for me.”

You whimper again, closing your thighs over his hand. “Levi—fuck, Levi! I’m coming!”

You shatter right then and there, moaning his name into the darkness of the room, thighs clamping down on his wrist. You barely register him pushing your legs apart and kneeling down to lick the remains of your release off your cunt. But when you do, you let your hand travel down to his hair, nails scraping gently along the scruff of his undercut.

He moans into your pussy, tongue flicking against your clit. Before long your toes begin to curl, and you already feel another orgasm building up inside you. He grabs your thighs and throws them over his shoulders, keeping you locked in place as he licks at you greedily.

“Levi,” his name is the only word you seem to remember, “Levi, Levi, Levi—”

Your breath catches in your throat as he drives you over the edge again, tugging you close and lapping at your juices. His tongue works furiously to clean you up, as you grip his hair and whisper his name over and over again, thighs still quaking around his head.

Then he pulls away, still licking at his lips, before coming to rest beside you on the bed. You’re completely worn out, he can see it on your face. So he simply brushes a stray piece of hair away from your forehead and leans in close to your ear.

“Tomorrow night you can return the favor. Sound good, princess?”

But you pass out before you can answer him, still sprawled out across his bed.

It’s a strange arrangement the three of you have. At night, you’re brought to Levi’s chambers, doing anything and everything to please him. Sucking him dry, riding his cock, sitting on his face—anything he asks of you, you’re more than willing to comply. As long as you make sure to leave before the sun begins to rise.

But the moment you get back to your room, Mikasa is there waiting for you. She doesn’t care how spent you are from your rendezvous with Levi. She doesn’t care that you’re teetering on the verge of sleep when she finally gets you. It just makes it all the more fun for her, that’s all.

So she uses you in any way she desires. Licking your cunt until you scream out her name. Throwing your leg over her shoulder so she can grind her pussy into yours. Hell, she even brought a strap-on with her one time, just to watch you bounce yourself on it as she played with your tits from below.

Both of them are aware about the other. But for some reason, they’ve allowed this little game to continue. You can’t tell whether they’re genuinely invested in it, or if they’re really trying to one-up the other by fucking you as often as they can.

Whatever it is, you’re not about to complain. You’re just waiting for the day they decide to take you at the same time—that’s what sends the heat rushing to your cunt.

But as fun as this game can be, you know you’re not getting anywhere with your mission. Rod Reiss gave you clear instructions, to infiltrate the Ackerman family and bring them to their knees. And unfortunately, you haven’t been getting very far in it.

Mikasa refuses to say anything about family matters. She’s quite vocal in the bedroom when she lets you play with her tits or eat her out, but she shuts up once the sex is over. Closed off and unwilling to spill any secrets, even to her loyal subordinate. She’ll linger in bed with you once it’s over, stroking your hair and kissing for forehead, but that’s where it ends. Irritating, but you have to respect her restraint.

Levi is a little different. He’s still wary about what he says in front of you, but you can get him to open up a little bit after fucking his brains out for the last few hours. He leans back in his armchair, a cigarette between his lips, as you stroke his cock lazily, a trace of his cum still dripping from your mouth.

“The boss is expecting a big shipment down by the docks soon.” He groans when you suck at the tip, fluttering your eyes just the way he likes. “Only a few crews are going. I suppose Mikasa’s planning on t-taking you…”

He moans when you slide him down your throat, still gazing up at him with those big eyes of yours. But then you pull away, flashing your best innocent smile as you cup his balls in your hands.

“When is it happening, sir?”

But he only scoffs, grasping your hair to pull you back down on his cock. “Soon. That’s all you need to know, princess.” But you’re not about to give up.

It takes a few more tricks from you to get him to say more. But his lips are sealed until you’re completely bare in his lap, bouncing on his cock and screaming out his name.

You learn the docks are going to be empty on this day two weeks from now—that’s when the boss’ shipment is scheduled to come in. You roll this information over and over in your head, already forming a plan by the time you get back to your bedroom.

And just like clockwork, Mikasa is waiting for you, kneeling on your bed in just her panties.

You know the routine by now. You shed your clothes and kiss her lips, a fresh shade of red from her lipstick. She moans and throws you down on the bed, and it’s not long before you’re writhing beneath her, drooling and babbling and moaning her name.

As you press your lips to her cunt, while she does the same to you from on top, you start to formulate a plan for the shipment at the docks. It’s a massive shipment they’re trying to keep quiet about—whether it’s drugs or alcohol you’re not sure, but you know losing it can be a huge loss of profits for the family. If you can notify the Reiss family in time, they may be able to send someone to sabotage it just in time, before it ever reaches the docks.

And maybe, just maybe, if luck is on your side… you know just who to trust with that kind of information.

Mikasa suddenly pushes herself off you, before settling herself in between your legs. You moan when she reaches under the pillow and pulls out her strap, looping the leather around her waist and fastening it around her thighs. You barely have time to blink before her lips are pressed against yours, with the fake cock resting between your stomachs.

“Say my name,” her voice is a growl as she throws your legs over her shoulders. “Say it now.”

“Mikasa,” you’re trembling hard now, threading your fingers through her sweaty black hair, “Mikasa.”

You scream when she thrusts the toy into you, her lithe fingers curling around the sides of your throat. Tears gather in your eyes as you stare up at her, tongue poking out between your lips. She’s an animal in heat, rough and needy—as though this is the last time she’ll ever get to fuck you.

Somewhere, in your hazy lustful mind, you remember the upcoming shipment at the docks. And you wonder if maybe there’s a chance Mikasa is actually scared of losing you that night.

But maybe that’s just the hormones talking. Tricking you into thinking you’re something special to her. Yeah, that has to be it.

“M-Mika—” You’re babbling with each sloppy thrust, tears rolling down your heated cheeks. Her eyes are sharp and beautiful, with just a hint of violet swirling in them. She leans in a little too close to your face, hot breath clouding with yours—

And then you’re kissing her, soft and sweet, with your hands wrapped around the back of her head.

She stops for a moment, stilling her hips against yours. For a moment you lose the rhythm, the overwhelming sense of pleasure her body brings you. But nothing can compare to this kiss, this one tiny bit of Mikasa that you allow yourself to steal.

She pulls away slightly, only to whisper your name against your mouth, before kissing you again and moving her hips once more.

Your legs are quaking around her shoulders, skin sticking to hers with every touch. Her lips are everywhere at once—your cheek, your neck, your mouth—and her hips never stop moving. It’s hard to breathe when you reach your peak, raking your nails down her delicate back.

“M-Mikasa…!”

Her lips are pressed against your forehead as you shudder in her arms, legs weak and muscles burning. But seeing her like this, naked and vulnerable and simply breathtaking—it makes you sit up and push her down on the bed, straddling her waist with your sticky thighs.

“Your turn,” you mumble through your ragged breaths. “I wanna see you cum now.”

The muscles in your legs scream at you as you slide the harness of the strap-on off her waist. You’re tired, almost too tired to even do this, but for her you want to. You want to see her come undone beneath you. You want to see those gorgeous eyes stare up at you as you make her feel good. You want to make her scream, just as she’s always done to you.

It’s the hormones, you think to yourself—although you’re not so sure you believe it anymore.

Once the toy is off and thrown against the floor, you push her thighs apart and straddle her with your own. Her cunt is sopping wet, sliding against your own almost perfectly. She moans softly and throws her head back against the pillows, fisting the sheets in her beautiful hands.

Beautiful. That’s what she is to you. Simply beautiful.

She whines again, fingers digging into your hips as she drags your cunt against her own. Faster and faster, as hard as she wants, despite the exhaustion in your thighs and legs. You lean down and kiss her hard, sliding a hand between your bodies to play with her little clit.

And then she’s arching her back off the bed, bucking hard against your hips and hand, grabbing your face and pulling you in for another heavy kiss. You smile against her mouth as she struggles to catch her breath, still rubbing slow circles around her clit.

“Mikasa,” her name tastes like honey on your tongue, “Mikasa…Mikasa…”

You’ll say her name as many times as she wants, until you run out of breath to do so.

She gazes up at you, through her thick dark lashes, and whispers your name once more. Soft rays of light spill in through the curtains, warming your naked bodies. The first sign of dawn—and Mikasa’s cue to leave.

But she doesn’t. Instead, she throws her arm around your neck and pulls you against her chest, moaning your name like a prayer against your mouth.

A few days pass. Things seem to be relatively normal between the two of you. Mikasa still treats you the same in the field, just as she would with her other subordinates, but she’s different when you have her all to yourself in your room. A bit more vocal. A little less tense. Almost as though she’s slowly letting her guard down around you…

The thought should make you sigh in relief. It should mean your mission’s finally coming to an end. Just a few more months of this, and soon you’ll be able to kill her with your own hands. One Ackerman down, only two more to go.

…But every time you sit down on the edge of your bed at night, weighing the silver gun in your palms, thinking about a bullet—your bullet—finding its way into Mikasa’s head… You suddenly feel sick, and you shove it back in its rightful place beneath your bed.

What the fuck is wrong with you? You came here with a mission in mind. A clear set of instructions from Rod Reiss himself, seeking revenge on the hellish Ackerman family. You’d be damned if you returned to him without completing your mission. The man practically raised you ever since you were young. Took you in when your parents were killed in a skirmish, brought you up alongside his own children. Although he doesn’t say it often, he’s made it perfectly clear that he thinks of you as one of his own, despite the blood that runs through your veins.

How can you face him if you allow the Ackerman family to walk away from all of this? You’re well aware of the vile things they’ve done, to both innocent civilians and Reiss’ own family. And if you return home without taking your revenge on them, you can’t imagine what kind of look he’ll give you when he sees you.

Even if you let one member walk away from all of this�� It’s too much of a risk. They all have to die. Rod Reiss is a patient man, but he’s unforgiving—even to his own children. There’s no telling what he might do to you if he ever finds out you let an Ackerman escape with their life, especially if it’s Mikasa herself, as dangerous and violent as she is.

And then there’s Levi. Still obviously suspicious of you, but not afraid to use you as his own personal fucktoy. And right now, that’s exactly where you’re headed, off to his chambers to fulfill any desires he might have.

Maybe you can distract yourself by having him fuck your brains out. Anything to get you to stop thinking about Mikasa like this. About possibly sparing her at the end of it all…

You shake your head and pound your fist on the heavy wooden door. Not now. Please, don’t think about that right now.

Levi answers on the third knock, pulling you in and locking the door behind you with a grunt. His lips are hot against your neck, fingers silently working on the buttons of your shirt. You drag your nails down the scruff of his undercut, mindlessly walking him towards the bed in the corner.

It’s not long before you find your face pressed into the mattress, hands twisting in the sheets as he fucks you from behind. Every thrust sends a bolt of pleasure through your veins, brings a sob or a moan to your lips. The headboard knocks into the wall with a harsh rhythmic pattern; he brings his hand down hard on your ass, and you scream his name into the mattress below.

But suddenly he stops, pulling himself out of you completely before flopping down on the bed beside him. You’re at a loss for words as he pulls you into his lap, his cheeks flushed red as he slides himself back into your heat.

“Ride me.”

His voice is soft for once—not an order, but rather a plea. But you’re more than eager to obey him, straightening yourself on his lap before rocking your hips against him.

Midnight tresses fall back against the plush pillows. The bed squeaks beneath your weight, the headboard continues to thump against the wall. Levi’s fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, and your nails sink into the rigid planes of his chest as you bounce yourself on his cock, with your hair brushing the back of your neck.

Your tongue lolls out from between your lips. It’s getting hard to breathe, between the frantic movements and the heated air around you. You lower yourself down onto his chest, still scooping your hips into his, and plant a searing kiss right on the corner of his mouth.

A wave of bliss floods over you as he thrusts his hips upward, hitting you hard and fast. His name flutters from your lips in a breathy moan, your chest heaving as he holds you in his arms. A few seconds later he groans into the crook of your neck, palming your ass as he rides out his high, his cum dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck,” you whine out in pain as you lift yourself off him, sinking next to him on your side on the bed, with one leg thrown over his hips. He brushes a stray piece of hair from your face before pulling you in for a kiss, and you practically melt at the way he’s holding you.

Most of the time, you’re too exhausted and pass out almost instantly after he’s finished with you. Sometimes he’ll drag you into the shower with him, either to clean you off or go another round with him (or both, depending on his mood), but he never lingers in the bed with you afterwards. He’s not the type to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, or trail his fingers down your bare back. Aftercare isn’t something that comes easily to him, you suppose.

Well, not that Mikasa is exactly an expert in it, either. Seems like both of them are useless when it comes to that kind of thing.

But tonight, he seems particularly clingy. Almost needy. You’ve seen that kind of look in his eyes before, when he pins you against every surface of this room and fucks you until you’re sobbing out his name. But tonight, it’s not that look that crosses over his face. Instead, it’s a look you’ve only seen in about one or two men before him. A look that has him pleading for you to use him in whatever way you see fit.

Some would call it pathetic. But right now, you find it quite endearing.

So you slide back onto his lap, keeping your mouth against the shell of his ear as you whisper “Let me take care of you, capo.”

He whines when you sink yourself back onto his half-hard cock, throwing his head back against the pillows. You search the mattress for his hands, sweat gathering at your brow, before lacing your fingers together and pinning his hands on either side of his head.

You ride him well into the night, until his chest is slick with sweat and his cheeks are a crimson hue. A thin line of drool cascades from the corner of his mouth; you catch it with your thumb before leaning down for another kiss. He whimpers your name into your mouth, thumb circling your clit hard and fast.

Rarely do you ever see Levi Ackerman lose his composure like this. Maybe once or twice in the field, when one of the newer soldiers is testing his patience. You remember one bought of torture with him, watching from the corner of the room with Mikasa as Levi put a bullet in the crying prisoner’s head. He’s cold and calculating, always in control.

But now he’s given it to you—allowed you to see him in such a pitiful state, tears leaking from his eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock. It’s intoxicating, a drug you could quickly get used to.

Your name fills your ears, between Levi’s pants and soft moans as you lift yourself off his aching cock. You lost count of how many times you made him cum tonight—lost count of how many times he’s made you cum. From sucking him off to riding him hard and fast, only for him to return the favor by dragging you up to sit on his face.

The two of you clean up quickly in the little washroom, but the moment you start to put on your clothes from earlier, Levi’s fingers curl around your wrist. Wordlessly, he leads you back to his bed and sits down on the edge, his hand still around your wrist.

“Stay with me,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to your temple.

You want to say no, to brush him off and head back to your own room like you always have. But something in his voice convinces you to drop the clothes right there on the floor, before nestling in between the sheets with his arm laced around your side.

It’s hard to ignore the feeling of dread curling in the pit of your stomach, even as you sink into his side. A thousand questions linger on your tongue, all of them having to do with his sudden clingy attitude. But when you finally open your mouth to say them, he drops his hand on your head and puts you back in your place on his chest.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“But capo, why were you…”

“It’s nothing,” he says, and your chest tightens when you realize his typical aloof persona has returned.

But that’s what keeps bringing you back to this room—to this man. Not his name, his title, or the promise of death in the name of the Reiss family. You want to sink your claws into him and find out what makes him tick. You want to learn everything you possibly can about him: where he came from, what his favorite memories are, why he acts the way he does, and everything else along those lines.

And it’s not just with him; it’s the same with Mikasa, too. You want to bring them both as close as you can—not just in a sexual way, but in an emotional way. You’ve grown to tolerate both of them over the last few months… And while it may damn your relationship with the Reiss family for good, you can’t help but care for them both.

Maybe even love them.

The thought makes you shudder, but Levi’s arms are there to hold you close, protecting you, even if it’s just for a little while.

“You’re usually on time—what gives?”

Your lip curls at the familiar voice in the darkness. Standing in the shadows of the alley, right next to the old abandoned hotel on the edge of Ackerman territory, is none other than Eren Jaeger. Fellow man of the Reiss family, a reliable soldier in the field…

An old flame of yours, and you shake your head at once.

“I ran into some trouble getting away.” You keep your voice low as you shove your hands in your pockets. “I didn’t mean to hold you up.”

But Eren shakes his head, lopsided smile visible even through the darkness. “Eh, I don’t care. Just tell me why you brought me here in the first place.”

You’re thankful it’s Eren that Rod decided to send tonight. You managed to slip a note into a postman’s bag on your last covert run through the city, hoping that it would find itself in Rod Reiss’ hands at the estate. A meeting at the edge of Ackerman territory was dangerous enough as it was, and you could only imagine what would happen if your cover was somehow blown.

But no one followed you here, you’re sure of that. And even if you manage to come across any trouble, Eren’s always been an exceptional sharpshooter.

“There’s a shipment coming in at the docks a week from now. Don’t know if it’ll be guns or drugs or booze yet—capo won’t tell me anything.” Either Levi or Mikasa, neither of them will speak to you about it anymore. Not when it’s so close to happening. “Maybe you can send some men in, ambush them at the last second.”

“That depends.” Eren leans against the brick wall beside you, the sleeve of his jacket brushing your own. “How many will be there?”

“Maybe forty? It’s supposed to be an important shipment. They won’t let it go unguarded, that’s for sure.”

“But then where does that leave you?”

“…I don’t know. I’ll try to stay in as long as I can without blowing my cover.”

The two of you stand there in the shadows, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. Briefly, you remember the old missions you would have with him when you were younger. Listening in on adult conversations, helping with the shipments in the middle of the night, sneaking out behind everyone’s backs on days off, just to steal a few precious moments with each other. Eren had his own problems, most notably his temper and rash nature to jump into danger, but he was always someone you could trust.

You wonder how he would feel about leaving Mikasa and Levi alive. Or even just one of them, letting them escape the inevitable bloodshed and carry on with their lives.

But then you remember how angry he’d been when his own parents had been caught in a skirmish with the Ackerman family, three years before you came to live with Rod Reiss and his own family. If you didn’t put an end to their bloodline, you were almost certain Eren would go rogue and do it himself. He wouldn’t be able to fathom why you would want to let any of those monsters live, especially after everything they’ve done.

To be honest, you can’t quite fathom it yourself.

“Alright, fine.” He sighs and pushes himself off the wall, his green eyes almost glowing in the faint moonlight. “I’ll let Reiss know about the plan. We’ll figure something out and get you out of there, alright?”

You manage to nod, and suddenly he’s pulling you tight against his chest, hand twisted in your hair to keep you in place. Your fingers brush the backs of his broad shoulders, warm and firm, just as you remember. You haven’t hugged him like this in years, ever since you decided to go your separate ways.

“Keep in touch,” he mumbles against your hair—and then he’s gone, silently slipping through the shadows.

It’s a long walk to the Ackerman mansion; might as well get started.

Through the darkened streets, up the staircase and through the heavy doors of the mansion. You reach your own room in no time at all, fingers curling around the brass knob.

Click.

Your body goes numb at the familiar sound. A deep breath, stomach dropping down to your shoes, as you struggle to find your voice. The cool metal of the gun brushes against your temple—the same side Levi kissed just a couple nights prior.

“…If you’re going to kill me, just do it.”

“Not yet,” Caven’s voice answers, and she trails the gun down to the back of your neck. “I just have a few questions for you.”

Sheer dread floods your veins at the realization she knows, fuck she knows—whether about your meeting with Eren or your mission as a whole, it doesn’t matter because damn it she knows, and she’s going to kill you for it.

She nudges the gun against your shoulders, urging you forward and into the room. She kicks the door shut behind her, keeping the gun trained on the back of your head the entire time. One swift pull of that trigger and your brain will be blown to bits.

“One of my boys mentioned you were sneaking out again,” she growls low in her throat. “I didn’t believe it until I saw you with my own eyes. Talking to that Jaeger boy, huh? He’s in bed with the Reiss family, isn’t he?”

You don’t say anything; you’re just thankful she can’t see the way your lips are trembling right now. It’s over, you’ve blown it. Everything you’ve worked so hard for up until this point doesn’t matter anymore, because she’s going to kill you before this night is over. You won’t get your revenge on the Ackerman family, won’t return to Frieda and the Reiss family, won’t feel either Levi or Mikasa against you ever again…

“It doesn’t matter,” Caven snaps, and she lowers the gun for the first time that night. “You don’t have to answer to me, anyway. I think it’s best if I take you to answer to the boss himself.”

A rough hand grasps your hair and yanks down, forcing you onto your knees. Without a word, Caven raises the butt of her gun—and suddenly everything goes dark.

“Bring her in.”

It takes every bit of strength in your body not to bolt for the doors right then and there. But honestly, where could you go at this point? Your hands are bound behind your back, Caven’s gun still trained on the back of your head, with at least twenty guards watching you from all around the hallway. But at the soldier’s nod from the opened door ahead of you, Caven nudges the gun between your shoulder blades, silently urging you to move forward.

The door leads into a large room lined with dark red carpet, with shadowy walls and a crackling fireplace that only adds to the sweat along your brow. Three figures are stationed within the shadows, two of which you recognize instantly: Levi to your left, with his hand resting on his gun and his eyes nothing but sharp silver slits; and Mikasa to your right, her lip curled in a sneer, her hand hovering over the waistband of her pants, right where her gun rests against her hip.

The third figure is sitting directly in front of you, in a red velvet armchair, sipping a glass of whisky on the armrest. You recognize him at once, despite never seeing his face in the flesh before. You don’t have to—the stories and rumors are enough to go by.

Kenny Ackerman reclines in the chair, one leg tossed over the other as he twirls a curved knife almost lazily in his other hand. His silver eyes, so much like Levi’s, narrow as Caven shoves you forward. Your knees buckle under the force, and you sink to the floor directly at the boss’ feet, knees scraping along the expensive carpet.

“You can leave, Caven.” His voice is a bit raspy, showing off his age, but reassuring everyone in the room of the power he holds over them. Over you.

Caven mumbles something under her breath, and you hear the door shut behind you. The lock clicks heavily into place—and suddenly you’re left alone in the shadowy room, bound and defenseless, with three Ackermans glowering down at you.

Kenny inspects the knife in his hands before turning his gaze back to you, and for a moment you think all those rumors about his obsession for knives may not be all that farfetched.

“So,” he begins, sounding a bit bored as he sighs, “you’re the one, huh? The Reiss rat that Rod sent over. How fucking pathetic.”

You don’t make a sound, don’t even dare to breathe. All you can think about is how fucked you are—shit, you fucked up so bad this time…

“I bet you thought you were clever, didn’t ya?” You can practically hear the sneer in his voice as he speaks. “Sneaking around the house, acting like such a good little soldier… A shame, too. You were a good shot.”

The way he talks about you, as though you’ve already passed on—as though he’s already killed you—your gut begins to churn and your knees start to shake. Fuck, there’s no way out of here, there’s no way out. He’s going to kill you and you’ll never go back home and it’s all your fault for getting caught…

“You even managed to catch the other two off guard.” He laughs out loud then, and both Mikasa and Levi stiffen in their places at the sound. “Can’t believe you two… Get a fine piece of ass like this and you still don’t share her. You keep her all to yourselves. ‘Suppose I can’t blame ya,” he sighs, shaking his head. “I’d have done it myself. So, how’d you do it, sweetheart? How’d you get on their good sides? Did ya keep their beds warm at night, eh?”

No one says a word—and that’s when Kenny’s face falls, in slow realization. He’s right, and no one’s about to correct him on it.

But then he’s smirking again, and he pushes himself out of the chair, leaving the half-empty glass of whiskey resting on the arm.

“I see. You two dipshits couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants, huh?” You don’t have to look up to know that he’s glaring at both of them now, head swinging furiously from one side of the room to the other. “Well, I hope it was worth it.”

“It was.”

Your mouth falls open at Mikasa’s reply. Calm and collected, just as always, with her eyes narrowed and her mouth set in a tight line. On the other hand, Levi silently glares at the two of them, and you can’t tell who he’s more annoyed: at Kenny, for taunting him with you, or at Mikasa, for feeding into it.

They’re both probably pissed at you. All those late nights in Levi’s bed, and those early mornings with Mikasa at your side… They’re all worthless now, crumbled to dust at your betrayal. There’s no going back after this—and for some reason, the realization of that hurts you.

“Oh, is that so?” Suddenly Kenny’s fist is gripping your hair, hoisting you up and off of the ground. “Was this little slut worth it, huh? Was it worth giving away our plans and selling out the family name?!”

“Oh, so now you give a shit about honor and the family name.” It’s Levi’s voice now, cold and calculating, his silver eyes reminding you of bullets.

The air is thick with tension, so strong you can almost feel it with your fingers. It doesn’t take a genius to realize just how much these three don’t like each other. Despite Kenny being the boss of the entire Ackerman family, and the three of them essentially working together as one unit within the criminal lifestyle, it’s clear that they all have their own problems. Flaws, weaknesses, moments where they lash out at each other—they’re obviously a family by the way they act, right down to their bones.

The only thing they seem to have in common right now, apart from their matching midnight hair and dark gray eyes, is their utter distaste for you—and their desire to watch you die.

Kenny’s fingers tighten against your scalp; it takes every bit of strength you have not to whimper at the pressure. You refuse to let him see any sign of weakness.

“You two never know when to shut up, do you? Always at each other’s throats, thinkin’ you’re so much better than the other! Sometimes you seem to forget your place, and I have to be the one to remind you.”

Suddenly he loosens his grip, and you curl into yourself as you hit the ground face first. Kenny raises the curved blade, and you squeeze your eyes shut, preparing for the swift demise that awaits you.

The ropes around your wrist fall apart. You blink up at him, eyes wide and lips parted slightly, as he takes a seat in his chair once more.

“Seems like these two dipshits need a lesson in who’s really in charge out here,” he sneers, crooking a finger in your direction, “and you’re in need of some punishment for selling us out to Reiss. So get over here—now.”

Every part of your body is trembling. There’s a crushing weight against your chest, your limbs feel like lead as you push yourself off the velvet carpet on the floor. But the venom in his voice kicks you into gear—and suddenly you’re standing in front of him, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

This is it, he’s going to kill you, he’s going to use you to teach them a lesson, he’s going to fucking kill you—

The curved blade glints in the light of the fireplace. You close your eyes, praying that it’ll be quick and painless.

There’s a slice that pierces the air, and suddenly your shirt falls from your shoulders—ripped right down the middle, exposing the skin beneath. Kenny’s fingers are suddenly in your hair, pulling you down and crashing your mouth against his own.

His lips are thin but warm, tasting of smoke and whiskey, sending liquid fire through your veins. That little voice in the back of your mind screams at you to pull away, to push him away, but the edge of the blade is pressed against the small of your back, locking you in place. And when you do turn away to gasp for breath, palms pressed against his shoulders, he brings his hand down hard on your ass, making you squeak before kissing you once more.

What the hell is happening?

You feel lightheaded, as though the world is dissolving around you. Surely you’re dead, right? This can’t be real—the head of the Ackerman family himself can’t be kissing you right now.

There’s a soft clatter on the other end of the room; out of the corner of your eye, you can see Mikasa scowling at Kenny, eyes fixed on the knife in his hand as she readjusts her grip on her gun. Levi’s expression mirrors hers almost perfectly, save for the slight curl of his lip and the way he takes the smallest step forward. But Kenny glares at them both, before pressing the edge of the knife against the nape of your neck.

“Are you two brats really going to stop me from punishing our little rat here?” You wince when he smacks your ass again, flinching away from the cold steel of the blade. “It’s only fitting she gets what’s comin’ to her, isn’t it?”

He leans in close, his breath laced with cigarette smoke, and you shiver when he presses his mouth to the shell of your ear.

“Let’s make a deal, sweetheart. You sit and take your punishment like a good girl, and I won’t put a bullet in your head when I’m done with you. Sound good?”

You’re too stunned to reply with words, so you only nod your head in a daze. Besides, it’s not as though you’re in a position to deny him. He could kill you at any moment, end your life with one flick of his wrist.

And honestly, as shameful as it is, you’re starting to feel a familiar heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

Kenny smirks before palming at your waist, spinning you around to face Levi and Mikasa, who are still standing on opposite sides of the room. There’s another rip as Kenny tears the remains of your shirt off your shoulders, exposing the bandages binding your breasts. Mikasa is practically seething—you can see it in the way her jaw clenches up, as her eyes trail over your bare skin, and your trembling palms covering your bandaged breasts.

“Since you fucked the whole family over by telling Reiss about our plans,” Kenny snarls, slipping his blade beneath the bandages, “I think it’s only fair the whole family gets to have a turn with you. How does that sound, sweetheart? You should be thankful,” he adds with a sneer, tearing the bandages apart with the blade of his knife. “Getting fucked one by one, doesn’t sound much like a punishment to me.”

Your head begins to spin, and you barely notice the torn bandages falling from your chest. Levi takes another step forward as Kenny’s rough hands are pressed against your breasts. It hurts, as he kneads them together and rolls your nipples in between his fingers—but you can’t deny the rush of heat that floods throughout your body.

You want this, and the realization makes you sick to the stomach. In some horrible, twisted way, you want to be used by them.

By all of them.

“You’ll get your turn soon enough, boy.” Levi bares his teeth at him, but doesn’t dare move another step closer. Your cheeks flare with heat as his eyes—as well as Mikasa’s—travel down to your perky breasts, and the not-so-subtle way your hips start to roll forward. “So sit back and enjoy the show.”  

It’s hard to breathe as Kenny’s hands slide their way down, over your stomach before stopping at the waistband of your pants. You half expect him to tear them apart with his knife as well—but instead he shoves you hard, and your palms and knees scream out as you fall to the floor. A rough hand twists into your hair, yanking your face up to face his own.

“Must be a good fuck if they kept you around all this time,” his voice is dangerously low, as he trails the tip of the blade down the surface of your cheek. “You know your way around a man’s body, don’t ya? Well, I’m hopin’ you won’t disappoint, sweetheart.”

He adjusts himself in the armchair, and when he leans back in his seat you can see it: the outline of his half-hard cock, pressing against the fabric of his trousers.

The blade presses into your cheek a little harder. “What are you waiting for? Take it out already.”

Your fingers tremble as you reach for his pants—unclasping the buckle of his belt and sliding it through the loops. He glowers at you the entire time, the tip of the knife still against your heated cheek. You swallow hard when you unzip his pants and tug them down, all the while feeling that familiar heat pool between your thighs.

Shame coils in your gut at the sight of his cock. Impressive is the only word you can think of when you see it for the first time; thick and veiny, you can only imagine what it’ll do to you once you have him inside of you. Similar to Levi’s cock in terms of girth, but the sheer length of it sends your head spinning.

Kenny tightens his hand in your hair, bringing you closer to his cock. For a brief moment, you wonder what Mikasa and Levi think of all this, getting on your knees for the boss of their family, their own relative. Are they angry? Jealous? Possessive? Or do they think you’re getting what you deserve? Maybe you deserve even worse than this?

A small bead of precum has already gathered at the tip of his cock. You wrap a shaking hand around the base, before smearing the silvery fluid across the head with your thumb. A soft groan fills the air, and Kenny’s hand inches your face closer to his cock.

You think of the way Levi likes it, the way you start off stroking him with your hand until he’s whining into the crook of his arm before you slide your mouth over him. He likes the way it’s drawn out, perhaps Kenny is the same way—but then he tugs on your hair, and you gag when his cock meets the back of your throat.

Tears pool in your eyes. Your face is burning, the tears slowly make their way down your cheeks. A strangled moan, a harsh gag, and suddenly Kenny is fucking into your mouth hard, keeping his hand in your hair and the blade close to your neck.

“Your mouth is tight,” he sneers, and your nails dig into his thighs at a particular harsh thrust, “bet your little pussy’s even tighter, isn’t it? Isn’t it, Levi?”

You can’t hear Levi’s answer over the rhythmic slapping of his cock against your throat. Perhaps Levi doesn’t answer him at all.

You should feel disgusted. Used. Violated, even. But instead every inch of your body is burning, every single nerve set aflame with desire. Want. Need.

You want him to use you. You want to feel his cock at the back of your throat. You want him to press the edge of that blade to your neck, to your breasts and stomach, just to feel your blood thrum beneath the cold steel.

A little voice in the back of your mind—the same one that tried to convince you to leave Mikasa and Levi behind after all this—laughs out loud at you. You’re so fucked up in the head, aren’t you?

Always seeking danger, no matter how high the cost.

Kenny groans again, and suddenly you hear the knife clatter on the soft velvet carpet below. Both hands are in your hair now, keeping your head still as he fucks up into your mouth. Your face is stained with tears, drool dripping down the edge of your chin. You start to wonder if this will ever end before he stills against your face, your nose pressed against that dark patch of hair just above his cock, and he spills himself down your throat, painting your tongue white with his release.

He pulls out of your mouth with a soft pop, smirking down as you gasp for breath, lips sticky with cum. But he grabs your chin before you can wipe it off, trailing his thumb to the edge of your mouth and smearing it against your tongue. You can only stare up at him with those huge eyes, still struggling for breath as he holds your chin in his palm.

“Not bad,” he mutters, dipping a finger into your mouth, and on instinct you begin to suck, mirroring your actions with his cock. “I can see why those two dipshits kept you around for so long. Now get up—let me see that pretty ass of yours.”

He lets you get up, but only to unbutton your pants and slide them down to your ankles. You shiver when you feel the tip of his blade ghost over the hem of your panties; within moments they’re on the floor, the threads pulled apart in the center of the fabric. He crooks a finger in your direction, beckoning you to come closer, and when you do he reaches up and cups his hand around your pussy.

“Such a filthy little slut.” He’s smirking when you moan at his touch, silently bucking your hips into his hand. “Is this making you wet? You like being treated rough, don’t ya? Being used like that…does that turn you on, sweetheart?”

You cast a shameful look over your shoulder just in time to see Mikasa’s face, her lips set in a tight line and her eyes as dark as ever. But then Kenny’s gripping your chin again, much harder than before, and pulls your face close to his.

“You look at me when I’m fucking you, slut, unless I say you can look at them.” You nod at once, fat tears rolling down your burning cheeks. “Now touch yourself. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

It’s impossible to stop your fingers from trembling as you slide them against your slick folds, gathering some of the wetness and smearing it along your palm. Your clit’s throbbing with need, begging to be touched at this point, but you don’t know what will happen if you touch yourself without his permission. You don’t trust Kenny not to actually kill you, despite all the fun he seems to be having right now.

But then the smile on his face begins to fall. Your fingers still against your sex. Is he not pleased with you? Does he think this is taking too long? Is he actually going to kill you after all?

“Come here.”

He yanks your free wrist forward, and you nearly topple over him in the chair. His lips are hot against yours, as he situates your body over his own. The tip of his cock burns against your cunt. Your stomach tightens at the feeling, adrenaline flooding through your veins.

The initial stretch is almost painful. You’ve become so accustomed to Levi’s cock and Mikasa’s strap-on that you’re almost completely unprepared for the sheer size of his cock. Your nails bite into the skin of his shoulders, your head tossed back as he practically splits you open on his cock.

But he doesn’t waste any time in getting right down to business. He’s thrusting into you hard and fast, bouncing you in his lap as your screams fill the air around you. Your eyes squeeze shut, hair cascading down the back of your neck. All you can feel is Kenny’s body against you, and his cock stretching you apart.

“Pay attention, you dipshits,” he laughs out, and you can only assume through the blinding pain that he’s talking to Levi and Mikasa. “This is how you properly fuck a woman. Especially a little slut like her.” His rough palm smacks against your ass, and you scream his name until your throat feels sore.

The pain blends into pleasure, still harsh and burning but oh so fucking good. Age be damned, Kenny Ackerman knows how to please a woman. Certainly not as gentle as Levi can be, or how attentive Mikasa is when she’s in the mood, but at least he has the grace to thumb at your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak.

You lean down to kiss him, savoring the taste of whiskey on his breath. “Kenny,” you moan into his mouth, “fuck—Kenny, fuck me.”

“Aww, is someone getting desperate?” And just like that, he holds you against his lap, his cock stilling inside of you. You let out a whine, pitched and pathetic, when he begins to draw lazy circles along your clit. “Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

You’re panting hard, tears streaming down your cheeks and lips stained with cum. You have to cum, you have to, or else you’ll lose it for good. You’ll do anything to have him bring you to the edge, to make you feel as good as he’s promised.

“Please,” you whisper, tears clinging to your eyelashes, “make me cum. I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please.”

Kenny laughs out loud at this, but he makes no move to thrust into you or rub your clit. Instead he leans forward in his seat, before lifting you off his cock completely.

“Well, since you’re being so nice about it…” He spins you around in the blink of an eye, before seating you back on his cock and making you gasp. His breath clouds over your ear, voice husky as he whispers, “Why don’t you show those two how fucking good I make you feel, sweetheart?”

Mikasa and Levi are staring at you—not you and Kenny, but you specifically. Your skin prickles with goosebumps when you see Mikasa’s hands tremble around her gun. You wonder if she’ll finally snap and kill you both right now; she’s proven herself to lose control every once in a while, even with her own men in the field, so why not now?

Levi looks feral, like a chained animal struggling for freedom. He keeps his hands still at his side, but the storm in his eyes lets you know just how pissed he is. At you or Kenny, or maybe both of you, but it doesn’t matter. It still terrifies you all the same.

You’ve betrayed them. In some twisted way, and completely unrelated to your loyalty to the Reiss family, you’ve betrayed them both.

An apology bubbles in the back of your throat, but it morphs into a strangled moan as Kenny starts moving again, bouncing you on his cock at a blinding speed. You have a front-and-center view of Mikasa and Levi, watching their expressions through the salt of your tears. Kenny’s pace is relentless, fucking into you from below with a bruising grip on your hips. You’re screaming so loud you wonder if Caven and the others in the hall have heard you.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Kenny’s fingers are pressing into your clit, rubbing tight circles and making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Cum on my cock. You wanted to cum so badly, didn’t you? So cum.”

You don’t have much of a choice, from the way he’s thrusting into you and the way his fingers feel against your clit. You scream out his name with a shudder, every inch of your body trembling as a wave of white cascades over your line of sight. Your chest is heaving, slick with sweat and droplets of cum, and your thighs are shaking on either side of Kenny’s lap. And it’s not long before Kenny’s stilling against you once more, groaning into the crook of your shoulder as he fills you up once more, with little trails of cum trickling down the insides of your thighs.  

You half expect him to shove you off his lap and onto the floor. But instead he continues to circle your clit, rubbing hard and fast and fuck, it hurts now—

A pitiful mewl slips through your lips as you writhe against his lap. But he keeps you secure against him, even as you feel him harden inside you once again.

“K-Kenny,” your voice is no more than a whisper at this point. You’re spent—exhausted, ready to pass out. How does he expect you to go on like this?

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He presses down harder on your clit, keeping your thighs spread apart with his free hand, even when you try to push them together. “You wanted to cum. I’m giving you what you asked for. You should be thanking me for this.”

It’s the condescending tone that spurs you on, the desire to be used and fucked until you can’t stand anymore. He pulls his fingers away, only to slide them into your mouth for a second and let you suck on them. Once they’re slick with your spit, he continues his relentless assault and holds you against his chest, chuckling as you squirm in his lap with his cock still inside you.

Already another coil is winding up in your stomach, tightening and tightening until it finally snaps—and you’re left screaming and crying as you reach your peak again. Kenny groans when he lifts you off his cock, to see the ring of white that’s formed around the base.

“Good girl. Give me another.”

No, it’s too much—

You slur out his name as he starts moving you up and down again, fucking up into you as though he hasn’t cum twice already himself. You knew the Ackerman family was well known for their strength and stamina, but you never imagined it’d be used for this.

It almost hurts when you reach your third orgasm of the night; your cunt aches with exhaustion as he continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping on skin is the only thing you can hear. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears, your eyes travel lazily throughout the room. Mikasa and Levi are still staring at you, with a murderous glint in their eyes, but you don’t even have the strength to be scared at this point.

Kenny’s panting hard against the back of your neck, riding out his high as he holds you close, with his palms kneading your breasts together. Finally, he slides his leaking cock out of you and stands you up on your own feet, despite the burning in your muscles.

“You two,” he snaps as he smacks your ass one final time, “don’t wear her out too much. Looks like the little slut’s already had her fill.”

With a cruel laugh, he raises his leg and kicks you right in the small of your back. You stumble to the floor, knees and palms digging into the expensive velvet carpet, thick trails of cum still sliding down your thighs.

You think it’s done, that you’ll finally be able to close your eyes and rest for a few minutes at least, and—

A warm hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and suddenly the whole world goes dark.

The first thing you realize when you wake up is how comfortable you are. Soft sheets and warm pillows against your head, with your hands resting beside you on the mattress. You’re in your room, you realize with a sigh, and the window is opened just slightly, the cool breeze blowing the curtains back and forth.

“You’re awake.” Something soft brushes against the side of your face; a smile begins to form when you see Mikasa staring down at you, her knuckles ghosting over your cheek. “It’s about time. Thought you’d die on us back there.”

The words are harsh, but they still make you feel warm inside. Your eyes travel through the room, just in time to see Levi settling himself on the edge of your bed. His arms are crossed over his chest, looking none too pleased as he turns his gaze towards you.

“For fuck’s sake, kid,” he growls, and you shrink back into the pillow at the tone of his voice, “you sure are a pain in the ass. A Reiss family rat… Should’ve known from the start.”

You can’t read either of them right now. Are they angry with you? Pissed beyond belief? You wouldn’t blame them if they are; you did sell their family out to Eren and the Reiss family, after all. You did tell them about their plans for the shipment at the docks, which gives them the perfect opportunity to ambush them.

Are they going to kill you, right here in your own bed? Or are they going to trap you in this mansion for the rest of your life? But if they are, why did they take you away from Kenny? He’s the boss of the family—if anyone should get to kill you, it would be him. You can’t imagine he’d let an opportunity like that slip through his fingers.

You swallow hard and ask, “Are you going to kill me?”

The two of them exchange a look. Your skin prickles with heat as you wait for their response.

“…Not necessarily.” It’s Mikasa who finally answers, as Levi only scoffs and turns away. “The family has every right to kill you right now, considering what you’ve done…”

There’s an unspoken “but…” hanging onto the end of her sentence. Slowly, you sit up in the bed and rub your hands over your arms. You’re still completely naked, your clothes torn to shreds and probably left behind in that room with the velvet carpet.

“Not to mention, your punishment.” Mikasa’s words send a shiver down your spine. Her hands are soft as she cups your face, bringing you closer to her on the bed. “The two of us are still expected to give it to you. Boss’ orders,” she adds grimly.

“It’s just better doing it in here rather than in front of that bastard,” Levi chimes in from his spot on the bed, nails digging into the sleeves of his shirt.

Your throat feels tight. So that’s why they brought you back here? To hide you away from Kenny? To not give him the satisfaction of seeing them fuck you?

You should want nothing to do with them, especially after everything you’ve been through. After everything they’ve put you through. You should push them both away and make a run for it while you still can. Maybe even jump out the window and try to escape. Anything to save what little dignity you have left.

But then you laugh—a cruel sound echoing in your throat. You lost whatever dignity you had back when Kenny Ackerman fucked your brains out, and you begged him to make you feel good.

“Fine, then.”

Both pairs of silver eyes are on you now, as you throw the sheets off your body and crawl up the length of the bed to settle yourself in between them. You don’t miss the way Mikasa’s eyes dart down to your breasts, or the way Levi’s jaw tightens when he glances down at your thighs.

“Give it to me, then. Both of you.”

That secret desire hidden in the back of your mind, the one that made itself known every time you visited them in their rooms, is front and center as you trace a finger down Levi’s cheek, all the while sliding your knee against Mikasa’s inner thigh. You want them both to fuck you. Take turns, double team, whatever they decide to do. You want it all.

Mikasa is the first one to move, yanking you away from Levi and throwing you back against the pillows. Her mouth is hot against your neck, fingers digging into your waist as she rolls her hips forward. It’s hard not to moan as you wrap your arms around her neck, already feeling that all too familiar heat bubble up in the pit of your stomach.

“Fucking disgusting brat,” Levi sneers as he pushes himself off the bed, only to start removing his jacket and pants. “You just had your brains fucked out, and you’re still desperate for more?”

You bat your eyelashes up at him, dragging your tongue along your lips in a seductive manner. “What, too scared to give it to me, capo?”

He stiffens then; you’ve rarely talked back to him, especially in the bedroom. He’s not going to take your insubordination lying down like this. Now you’re in for it.

But Mikasa arches her back, shrugging off her shirt and glaring at him as he unfastens his belt. “Wait your turn,” she snarls, and your mouth waters when you see the bandages wrapped around her perky breasts.

“I’ve been waiting,” he spits back, and the belt lands on the ground with a clatter. “Don’t want you to wear her out before I get to fuck her for real.”

Her eyes flash dangerously, the faint shadow of violet barely visible behind the dark gray shade. Suddenly she’s pushing your legs apart, sliding in between them with her fingers fluttering over your slickened sex.

“I bet you can’t make her cum as fast as I can.”

“I think I already have, brat. Multiple times.”

The mattress sinks beneath their weight, as Mikasa grinds against you and Levi crawls toward you on the bed. He wraps a hand around your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to make you stare up at him at once, with your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

You whine when Mikasa slips a finger in, pumping into you slow and gentle. You arch your back, desperate for more of her touch, but she keeps a hand on the base of your stomach to hold you still. Meanwhile Levi keeps his fingers latched around your throat, as he leans down to play with your breasts with his other hand.

“She’s so fucking wet already.” You whimper as Mikasa adds another finger, curling up into you at a faster pace. “Ever make her this wet, capo?”

Levi tweaks your nipple between his fingers, making you squeal against his mouth. He only pulls away to glare at Mikasa from over his shoulder, his lip curled in a snarl.

“Plenty of times,” he replies confidently. “And I can do it again. Since you obviously don’t know how to fuck her properly.”

She rolls her eyes before adding a third finger—and your vision floods with stars at the feeling. “I can fuck her just fine on my own…and I don’t need a cock to do it.”

Suddenly Levi’s pulling away from you, sliding off the edge of the bed once more. Your eyes are wide as you watch him slide his pants down to his ankles, his half-hard cock slapping against his stomach. He grips it almost aggressively, running his hand along the shaft and gritting his teeth as he does. You’re almost mesmerized by the way he touches himself—out of all the nights you’ve spent with him, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him jerk himself off like this.

But then his hand is in your hair, tugging your head towards the edge of the mattress. Mikasa growls as you’re pulled away from her, as her fingers slide out of your slick cunt. But she’s quick to follow and shove them back in, smirking when you scream out in surprise, tossing your head off the edge of the bed.

“Open up, princess.” Levi’s cock brushes the corner of your mouth, sending shivers up the length of your body. “Why don’t you show her just how much you love having my cock in your mouth?”

Your eyes flicker up to Mikasa, her half-lidded eyes blown with lust as she curls her fingers against that sweet spot deep inside you. You’re clenching around her, begging to be filled—and yet, you want the same with your mouth. You want to be filled up with both of them, as many times as possible. Until they wear themselves out, or until they see fit to release you from this room.

Until they think you’ve been punished long enough.

“Capo,” you moan, wrapping your fingers around his shaft, “let me take care of you.”

He sucks in a sharp breath as you open your mouth, lips sliding over the length of his cock. The salty taste of precum floods your tongue. Levi groans, fisting a hand in your hair as he slips himself further down your throat. You gag only a bit before your throat relaxes around him. He smirks at this—looks like he’s taught you well.

It’s strange, sucking him off like this. Usually you’re on your knees in front of him, able to bat your eyelashes up at him as you bob your head faster and faster. But now you’re splayed out on your back along the bed, with his balls brushing against your face and Mikasa’s fingers grinding against that special spot that makes your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

Your throat tightens around Levi’s dick, cunt clenching hard around Mikasa’s fingers. You can hear her snicker to herself—she’s probably smirking right now, thinking about how pathetic you are for her touch. How desperate you are as you buck your hips into her hand. How you whine when she pulls herself away, only to start rubbing fierce circles around your little clit as she settles down to lay between your thighs. Suddenly you’re screaming around Levi’s cock, tears bubbling in your eyes as he thrusts into your throat, and Mikasa’s tongue flutters against that sensitive bundle of nerves.

Rough fingers twist against your hair. Your throat aches around Levi’s cock. Mikasa’s hands are warm against your thighs, but her tongue is absolutely relentless against your clit. And all of a sudden you’re coming hard around nothing, with only her fingers dancing along your clit.

“See? Told you I can make her cum without a cock.”

“Tch, show off.”

Levi’s thrusting into you harder now, both hands supporting your head to keep you afloat. Drool trickles down your cheeks, tears slide down the sides of your face. Your throat is starting to feel numb, you almost want him to stop for a moment to let you catch your breath…but it all feels so fucking good.

His cock stiffens against your tongue, hips pressed against your face as he spills himself down your throat. Just as he’s trained you, you’re eager to lap up the remains of his cum once he pulls out of your mouth. Mikasa eases her grip just for a moment, allowing you to shift onto your stomach so you can get a better look at Levi’s cock. You take him into your mouth again, moaning as you swallow the rest of his cum, and smiling up at him when you press a gentle kiss to the flushed tip.

“Not bad, princess.” He threads his fingers through your hair once more, and for a brief moment it feels as though he’s caressing the side of your face like a lover would—a real lover. But then he’s looking up at Mikasa, and you can feel her crawling over your body and pressing her breasts against your bare back. “Wanna see what her mouth can do?”

“No thanks, I already know.” She slides her hands beneath your body to squeeze at your breasts, gently kneading them together. “She’s fucking good, isn’t she?”

“Better than good,” he says without missing a beat, and his hands are soft against your cheeks as he leans down to your level on the bed. “Best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Mikasa snickers behind you as he kisses you, and his lips are warm and soft and tasting of home.

“Capo, isn’t she the only fuck you’ve ever had?”

“Fuck off.”

“What? It’s not my fault you’re selective with your taste in women.”

The way they talk to each other, so nonchalantly, as though they don’t have you naked on the bed in between them… It makes your stomach drop to your shoes. Is it wrong to like the way they’re talking about you? As though you’re not even here, with a conscious mind and thoughts of her own? As though you’re a simple toy to them, a piece of property with no free will?

But then you realize…this treatment hasn’t spurred from nowhere. You’ve always had a thrill for danger, a sickening adrenaline rush that’s given you more brushes with death than you’d rather admit. You’ve just combined that love for danger with sex, and…it led you straight into the arms of the Ackermans.

You like being treated like this: harsh and rough, used for pleasure with fleeting moments of warmth in between. You like being between them like this. You like trusting them with your body, using you for their pleasure and rewarding you for being such a good girl, and taking it all without a fuss.

It’s dark, it’s sickening, and you should feel ashamed. But you don’t. Instead you’re ecstatic. You’ve never felt so alive, so free as you do whenever you’re with them.

“Come on,” Mikasa’s voice is like honey in your ear as she rolls back on the bed, pulling you on top of her chest. “Feel free to watch, if you want,” she adds in Levi’s direction. “Just don’t get jealous when she likes my cunt more than your cock.”

She spreads her legs wide, and your mouth waters at the sight of her dripping pussy, flushed red and slick and begging to be touched. At first you think she wants you to eat her out, but she stops you with a gentle hand around your neck—a reminder of who’s really in charge in this room.

“Ride me.”

The soft, seductive tone of her voice sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. And without wasting a second, you’re slotting yourself in between her thighs, throwing a leg over her own.

Her cunt fits perfectly against your own, hot and slick and simply beautiful. Instinctively your hands drop to her tits, fingers rolling around her nipples, eliciting the sweetest of moans from her lips. It’s the familiarity of this position—the sinfully addictive nature of all those memories of curling into her body in the early mornings—that convinces you to lean down and plant a kiss on her mouth, as you roll your hips into hers.

She’s moaning your name against your lips, hands digging into your ass to pull you even closer. Your clit bumps into hers with every thrust, sending a thrill of adrenaline through every vein in your body. Fuck, you could get drunk off of her body. Just the way it moves against your own, the way her gaze flickers up to yours, her eyes silently pleading for you to fuck the life out of her… It’s all too much for you to handle.

Every thrust against her sopping pussy brings a squeal, a moan, perhaps even a growl as she challenges you to go faster, come on, you can do better than that. You give her bottom lip a soft nip before straightening up in her lap, gripping her thigh and pushing her leg up for a better angle. This time she’s screaming when you thrust against her, fingers curling into the pillows below.

“Fuck! That’s it—harder!”

You’ve never heard Mikasa be this vocal in the bedroom; in fact, you’ve never seen her look this fucked out before, no matter how many times you’ve ridden her or eaten her out. Cheeks a scarlet shade, midnight hair frazzled against the pillow, fingers digging into the mattress… It’s truly a sight to behold, and one you can only hope to see again and again in the future.

There’s a chuckle behind you, and the heat of Levi’s body presses into your back. He seems unfazed at seeing Mikasa all spread out like this, only concerned with you as he rests his hands on your shoulders, before dragging them down to cup your breasts. His lips are hot against the side of your neck, silver eyes flitting down to his relative, panting and writhing beneath you on the bed.

“Shit, she must be good if she can make you lose your fucking mind, Mikasa.”

But she doesn’t have the strength to reply as you continue moving against her body. You’re getting close too, and the added stimulation of Levi’s palms around your breasts only encourages you to speed up. Your clit is throbbing with need, begging for release as you slide your cunt against her own.

“Look at her,” Levi growls, wrapping a firm hand around your throat, “look at the fucking mess she’s made. Fucking filthy, isn’t she?”

You lean in to kiss him, not missing the way Mikasa’s eyes flash at the motion. The message is clear: Stay away from her, she’s mine. But you plan to make it up to her; once you pull away and Levi loosens his grip on your throat, opting to grind his half-hard cock against the small of your back instead, you dip a finger in your mouth before leaning down to circle her puffy clit.

“Say my name,” you lean in close, breasts pushed against her own as you kiss the corner of her mouth. “Say my name, Mika.”

She squeals so loud you’re sure the entire mansion must’ve heard it. But it’s all worth it in the end, as she cries out your name as she gushes all over your pussy, soaking your inner thighs and the sheets below.

You tighten your grip on her leg, thrusting faster and chasing your own release. Your head swims with both exhaustion and lust; you’re tired, but you don’t want to stop. Not when she’s laying beneath you like this, lips parted and tongue lolled out in submission. Not when her hands are gripping your shoulders, delicate nails raking down your back as you make her cum over and over again. Not when Levi’s still seated behind you, rubbing his cock against the bare skin of your back, patiently waiting for his turn.

Suddenly the world shatters around you as you finally reach your peak. Screaming Mikasa’s name as you grind your cunt into hers, slick dribbling furiously between your bodies. Your head is fuzzy as you float down from your high, hair clinging to the back of your neck with sweat, thighs trembling against Mikasa’s.

“So,” Levi’s voice is right against your ear as he wraps his arms around you, cupping a hand around your soaked pussy, “think she’s all warmed up by now?”

Mikasa manages to smile, despite her heaving chest, and nods her head weakly. “I think so.”

Every inch of your body flares up as Levi positions you on the bed, hands and knees digging into the mattress. He gives you a kiss, his tongue surprisingly gentle against your own, before shoving your face into the wet sheets below. Mikasa straightens herself up on the pillows, still keeping her thighs apart.

You can feel him dragging his cock against your folds, coating them in your slick before inching closer to your cunt. Nails dig into the sheets, your heart thumps rapidly in your chest. A soft hand flutters down to caress the back of your head—it’s Mikasa.

Levi slides in with ease, groaning into the crook of your neck as you whimper at the stretch. It’s too soon, you haven’t recovered from your last two orgasms yet—

But he doesn’t seem to care, as he starts thrusting into you at a steady pace, hips slapping against your own.

Your eyes flicker up to Mikasa, you mouth waters when you see her dragging her fingers along her slickened folds. Her thumb trails along her clit, gently pressing down on it and making her squeal.

“Eat me out,” she pleads, your name rolling off her tongue.

You’re quick to comply, burying your face in her sweet pussy, licking every bit of cum that slips out of her. She keeps a firm grip on the back of your head, securing you in place, as Levi continues to ravage you from behind with every powerful thrust.

This is what you want. To be used by the two of them mercilessly, until their needs have been met. With Levi fucking you into the mattress from behind, and Mikasa pushing down on your head, encouraging you to lick every last drop of her release left on her cunt. It’s pure bliss, knowing you’re the one who makes them act like this. You’re the one that makes them feel satisfied. You’re the one they decided to fight over, mind and soul and body.

Mikasa moans and tugs on your hair, just as Levi delivers a particularly harsh smack against your ass. His cock is slamming into that sweet spot inside you, the one that makes you see stars with every brutal thrust. Mikasa’s chanting your name in a breathless voice, the beautiful shade of violet in her eyes completely overcome with lust.

You lean up to suck on her clit, and Levi reaches around to toy with yours. it’s becoming all too much—so many sensations to keep track of—you feel as though you’re about to burst…

“Give us another,” Levi growls against your neck. You whine into Mikasa’s cunt when he pinches your clit, driving you closer and closer to your release. “One more, princess. You can do it.”

“Come on,” Mikasa encourages, pressing your face deeper into her cunt, “come on his cock. Be a good girl for us…”

It’s the desperation in their voices, the sweet and sinful nature of their words that bring you over the edge. Tears are flowing down your cheeks as you scream into Mikasa’s cunt, thighs trembling as Levi’s cock slams into you over and over again. You’re falling, so far and so fast, floating down from your high as your eyes begin to close…

But they’re both there to catch you, four hands roaming over your heated skin.

Mikasa moans once more as you suck on her clit, before clenching her thighs around your head as she reaches her final orgasm of the night. Her nails are firm against your head, moans sweet as honey in your ears, as she whispers your name into the darkness of your bedroom.

Levi gives two, maybe three more thrusts before he growls into the crook of your neck, and you can feel his cum dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs. His hands, albeit rough from years of work, are soft and comforting against your thighs, your stomach, and finally your hips. He leaves a trail of kisses down the back of your neck, before finally slipping himself out of you with a groan.

You’re exhausted, every ounce of energy sapped from your body. You want nothing more than to curl up and sleep for a hundred years in this bed, with the sheets wrapped around your body. But you return Levi’s heated kiss first, and then give Mikasa a soft peck on her lips when you help her sit up on the bed.

The sheets are completely soaked through; the mattress squeals beneath your weight as Mikasa crawls her way over towards you and Levi. She kisses you again before moving onto your collarbone, leaving your mouth free to kiss Levi as you wrap your hands in his midnight hair.

“I think,” Mikasa breathes against your sweaty skin, “you’ve been punished long enough.”

Levi grunts in agreement, his lips moving lazily against your own. “Let’s see that bastard try to fuck with you now.”

“I’ll blow his brains out if he tries to touch you again,” Mikasa adds with a snarl, before nipping the skin just above your breast.

Are they talking about Kenny? You think they are, but you’re too tired to think clearly on the matter. Save that for tomorrow—right now, you’re in dire need of some rest.

It takes a while for the three of you to clean up and change the sheets on the bed. Levi is quickly distracted in the shower, upon seeing your naked body beneath the hot spray of water, and he ends up pinning you to the wall more than once, just to kiss your neck and suck on your breasts. Mikasa is a bit better, but once you’re nestled into the clean sheets on the bed, she can’t seem to keep her hands to herself. You’ve already caught her hand between your thighs twice before, and she’s bold enough to go for a third attempt.

You can’t help but laugh at yourself, in the darkness of your bedroom. How did it all come to this? With Levi on one side of your bed and Mikasa on the other, both of them wrapped around your body, their mouths pressed against your skin. How did one mission from the Reiss family with a simple goal in mind lead you in bed with two of the most powerful members of the family?

Not to mention, Kenny’s starting to take a liking to you, as well. You’ll also have to deal with him sometime in the future, you’re sure of it.

But none of that matters. Right now, there are no consequences, shameful feelings, betrayed families or twisted threats. There’s just you and Levi and Mikasa, snuggled up in your bed, with your arms thrown over the two of them in a half-hearted embrace. You have them for the moment. Maybe not for forever, but for right now, and you’re more than content with that.

So you lean back into the pillows with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut with both Ackermans nestled in the bed beside you.

[malarki]

Harry Potter FanFiction I greatly enjoy (it’s just tomarry and sevitus)

Fair warning, I’m not good at describing stuff, and most of these are not complete (yet) but if you have similar tastes as I do then you’ll definitely like these stories.

Meddling of a Mischief Maker - by Athy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5380535/chapters/12427268

I enjoy this fic because it shows a more human Voldemort with him still being an asshole as per usual. They do a good job of having Voldemort believably change into a not crazy murderous bastard haha. It also has Sirius interacting with Voldemort and for some reason I find those scenes hilarious in any fic I read.

“Harry's being a horcrux is a bit reworked here in this AU Story set during the summer after 5th year. A Mischief Maker intervenes in the Ministry during Voldemort and Dumbledore's duel, changing the course history. MorallyGrey!Dumbledore, Sirius, Restored Souls, HP/TR”

Draw Me After You (Let Us Run) - by ToAStranger @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22327684/chapters/53334382

This story is a delight, it’s tone is very good and they do a great job of writing in the characters ‘voices’ for their pov’s. I especially like the posh way Voldemort talks and acts. This story is also hilarious on top of just being a very good slowburn, AND it has Sirius, which as you might have guessed, I love dearly. They also don’t bash any of the characters, and instead make them well rounded but flawed individuals, which I really appreciate.

“Harry Potter,” comes the soft, sibilant hiss of a voice he has heard in his dreams, in his nightmares, in his waking hours for years.

Slowly, carefully, Harry twists over and pushes up onto his hands and knees. He stays there, short breath fogging in front of his face, and his pursuer lets him. Harry has no doubt of that; he’s being allowed this respite. This small moment to catch his bearings, heart pounding in his ears, blood singing.

“It seems I have finally caught you.”

Consuming Shadows - by Child_OTKW @childotkw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7040089/chapters/16011331

I’ve read two of childOTKW’s fics and both of them are fantastically written and attention grabbing stories. This one was the first one I read, and it has a very interesting take on lily Potter (one which I really enjoy) and the plot can leave you on the edge of your seat at times. The characterization is great, and the process of Harry and Tom getting to know each other is done very well.

“His attention skipped passed the students and moved to the politicians’ pavilion. His gaze locked with crimson, and he nearly faltered under the sheer hunger in those eyes.

It unnerved him how fixated the man was on his dirtied, exhausted figure.

But what troubled him more was the slight smirk he could make out on the man’s lips. It was almost pleased.

On the night of the attack, Lily managed to escape with her infant son, but at the cost of her husband’s life. Distraught and distrusting of her friends, she fled to France with Harry, to raise him away from the corruption in Britain and the rising influence of the Dark Lord. She trains him to the best of her abilities, shaping him into a dangerous, intelligent and powerful wizard.

But when Britain re-establishes the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry is forced to return to his once-home, he finds himself questioning whether he really wants to kill the Dark Lord. Voldemort finds an unexpected challenge in the child, and as his intrigue and amusement grows, so too does the desire to possess the spark in those defiant green eyes.”

A story that is kind of similar but not really: The Train to Nowhere

You Belong To Me (I Belong To You) - by child_OTKW

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11270490/chapters/25203408

This is a story inspired by the manwha ‘At The End Of The Road’ by Haribo. A comic I read before reading this, which is very good I recommend it. They do not take the exact plot from the comic though, obviously changing significant details for it to work properly as a Tomarry Fic, but one main thing stays the same, which is that this is a body swap. Honestly I really enjoy childOTKW’s works, and this is no exception. The characterization is wonderful as always, and Harry is Fantastic. Plus I’ve always been a fan of time travel fics. (Fair warning this is another slow burn and Harry centric)

“What I find absolutely fascinating,” Riddle said, stalking closer, “is you.” He marched forward, backing Harry up until he was pinned to the cool wall of the common room. “Do you know why?”

“No. And I’ll be honest here, Riddle, I don’t particularly care.”

The taller boy grinned at him, small yet infinitely pleased. “That. Right there.” One hand rose and brushed some of Harry’s fringe from his face. “Nathan Ciro was a spineless little boy too afraid of his own shadow to dare even glance in my direction. But you…”

He leaned closer, “You look at me like you want to stab me.”

“After an accident, Auror Harry Potter wakes up in the body of fourteen year old Nathan Ciro, a tormented Slytherin who recently tried to end his own life. Seeking answers to his strange predicament, Harry returns to Hogwarts, and causes quite the stir through staff and students - especially when they come to realise he is not the same boy as before.

He tries to avoid suspicion, but as his quest for the truth draws more and more attention to him, Harry begins to think that he might not like what he will discover.”

Some Bonus AU tomarry

A Thousand Paths Among The Stars - by Haplessshippo @haplesshippo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12015060/chapters/27191238

This is a star trek au and it’s honestly my favorite tomarry au fic. Granted, I am a huge sci-fi fan. There’s also a bit of a twist at the end, or at least it surprised me, due to the way we usually expect tomarry plots to go.

“Harry Potter, newly appointed Captain of the Marauder and son of the famous Captain James Potter, was falling apart at the seams. His crew didn’t respect him, he was lost in the empty expanse of space, nightmares plagued his sleep, and his Commander deserved the Captain position more than he did. Good thing multiple attempts on his life and a vicious warlord after his head was all it took to turn it all around.

Alternatively, that space fic in which Harry Potter almost dies too many times, Tom Riddle slowly becomes the most smitten fool on the ship, and the rest of the crew are all just a bunch of assholes with popcorn watching the show. And exploding ships, don't forget the exploding ships.”

The Matchmaker - by TanninTele

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16507676/chapters/38664089

I am ALSO a huge true crime fan, and this story has a criminal that kinda reminds me of one that might appear in Hannibal (but with less murder). I enjoy the characterization, though tom is pretty tame in this compared to more cannon fics, considering he’s not the criminal and instead an investigator. Harry is also different from how people usually portray him, but I still like it.

“'The Matchmaker' is a serial abductor whose modus operandi consists of pairing two same-sex individuals together in a coffin, six feet underground - buried alive. He isn't a killer. He's a kidnapper with morals, and Detective Chief Inspector Tom Riddle finds himself obsessed with solving the case.

Unfortunately for Tom, the Matchmaker is just as intent on knowing him.”

And on to the Sevitus Stories

Far Beyond A Promise Kept - by oliversnape

https://archiveofourown.org/works/547431/chapters/974693

A classic, Harry stays with snape and unintentionally proves all his assumptions wrong and makes snape care about him. Both the stories have this aspect, but this one has snape a bit nicer from the get go. Probably because it takes place during the third book, so they’ve only known each other two years. It’s quite wholesome though, and I rather enjoy the progression of their relationship.

“Snape never wanted anyone to know of his promise to Dumbledore, but has realised that he can protect Potter much better by taking a less passive role in the boy's training. Actually liking Harry Potter has never been part of his plan. mentor/guardian.”

Crime And Punishment - by melolcatsi

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24102232/chapters/58018174

Snape and Harry have way more of a rocky start in this one, and Snape having to pick Harry up from the police station Really Doesn’t Help Snape’s opinion of him. This story very realistically shows the progression of their relationship, going from enemies to family, and near the ‘end’ (it’s not finished) it becomes very wholesome with Snape trying to help Harry with his mental and physical health after years of abuse/ neglect.

“Harry is accused of burglary. The Dursleys leave him to rot. Dumbledore sends Snape to remedy the situation. Harry finds himself in the care of an irate Snape. Not slash, gen-fic w/ focus on Sevitus relationship. Angst galore. Warnings: coarse and suggestive language, mentions of abuse/neglect. Un-betaed and un-Britpicked.”

[rottendollface]

Can I request a Yandere Childe x half-sister reader? I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed some stuff from your other books like

Sugar Storm: for the breeding kink, marriage, virgin reader, FOUL LEGACY, blood magic

Freezing Moon: family abuse, masturbation, pregnancy

Delirium: with magic and alchemy. I hope you know more about alchemy then me :’)

The game Haunting Ground, the main character has this birthmark called “Azoth”. Azoth is necessary in order to create artificial life. Because of this, it can be considered to be the "essence of life" or "soul". It is strongly hinted the Azoth exists inside the female womb as it is the "origin of human life"

Crimson Peak: incest, horror, and grooming. If grooming and child death makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay if you don’t wanna add it

Here’s the Azoth mark

Plot: Reader is the younger half-sister of Childe born from their mother but a different man. Childe’s father was ashamed of her birth and constantly kept her locked up in their house (idk how big it is but i’ll guess it’s big) to which Childe was her only friend growing up. When they reached at that point of age 13-15 Childe “teaches” her how to please a man when she’s old enough to marry but surprise surprise, he wants her to marry him. But he doesn’t want to share her with anyone. They even practice a little “wedding” at some point. He wants to keep her to himself. But they do it in the shadows, hiding, because he knows the trouble they could get in. But during it he ends up getting her pregnant with his kid but their father finds out and accuses Reader of seducing her brother and so he… well let’s just say the punishment ended in something… dark…

Reader loses the baby and this makes it difficult for reader to have anymore children but Childe doesn’t give up that easily. When he joins the Fatui so he can get his sister away from his family, and comes across a book about alchemy, blood magic and the Azoth, and even showing the exact mark like Reader’s birth mark on her back and so he gets to work with wanting to make his sister happy again. And so he sends her the book and instructs her to practice with it…

Sorry if that’s cringe but I’ll leave the rest up to you to fill in the blanks cuz it’s my first time requesting something THIS big 😅

And as Lucille Sharpe from Crimson Peak said: “The things we do for a love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This loves burns you and maims, and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love, and it makes monsters of us all.”

DAMN BABE WE CAN FILM THE WHOLE MOVIE WITH SUCH A PLOT 😍

I will change the name of Azoth mark if you are okay with it, because I want to make it more original (maybe closer to genshin too 🤔) and escape the necessity to write it as AU. Please tell me if you want to see the mark of Haunting Ground/Crimson Peak AU, and we can talk about details more in private dialogue if you want 🥰

May I make Childe reader's older brother? Pretty please? 🥺🥺🥺 You know, like the one who returnes home with lots of sweets and new toys for his little sister to make her day happier and take care of her, after their father was mean to poor baby again 💔 (no pedo btw, she will be at the age of consent (16-17 y.o) when Childe realised how much he loves her)

[anime-boy09]

Sukuna X Fem!reader lemon

Synopsis - You live in a house with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji Itadori/Sukuna. You understand Yuji and Sukuna do switch out while having the same body, and it is no big deal. Yuji is pretty fun to be around and you enjoy his energy. Whenever Sukuna is out, he always gets a little handy. This is a college au but everyone can still use their cursed arts.

NSFW Warning: 18+, some holding down stuff, overstimulation, dominant!sukuna, teasing, smut, vaginal stuff, edging, some butt stuff? Very little though.

Note: uhh, this is my first time writing stuff like this XD so bear with me!

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It was a long day for you. College studies and work. The skies were dark by the time you got home and you were ready to relax.

You noticed Yuji come out of his room, looking sleepy.

“Oh, [your name] you’re home! Whats up??” He bounced over to you.

“Hey Itadori, well...pretty freaking beat but I’m alright.” You take your jacket off and hang it on a hook. Then, you made your way to a couch and plopped down on it.

“Worked ya’ hard today, huh?” He entered the kitchen that was nearby, opening the fridge to search for a good snack.

You nodded. Your job wasn’t necessarily a difficult one, but a busy one. You worked at a local coffee shop near the college you attended. Because it was on campus, it was always full of students and teachers alike.

“I’ll probably take a shower soon and then head to bed for the night..” You checked your phone for a bit, searching through messages and notifications.

Yuji made a muffled sound as he was munching on some melon bread he found in the fridge.

“Shounds good! (sounds good)” He finished eating the bread quickly before continuing.

You put your phone away and stared at him intently. “No peeking this time!”

He got flustered and looked away pouting, “Was not even my fault!! Booo....”

You wagged a finger at him and stood up from the couch. He was cute when he pouted. You giggled and then headed towards the bathroom door, opening and closing it behind you. You made sure to lock the door.

Definitely don’t need any surprises tonight.

You started undressing from your work uniform. You pulled your pants down along with your panties. Then unbuttoned your shirt and slid it off to reveal your blouse and bra underneath.

The cold air felt nice on your warm skin. You finished undressing and set the clothes aside to a corner of the bathroom. You then turned on the shower and made sure it was set to a warm setting.

After a moment, you stepped into the shower and slid the shower door closed. The water hits your skin like a breath of fresh air. You sat under the water for a moment and then took some body wash to scrub your skin down.

You washed your arms and chest first. Your breasts weren’t too big of an issue, but sometimes it made your upper back hurt. You moved to your stomach and sides, humming along to a popular song that was stuck in your head.

The doorknob jiggled from the outside, though you did not hear it at first. You continued to wash your legs and hips, your body relaxing. It jiggled again and you stopped to look towards the door through the tinted glass.

“Don’t even think about it!” You called out, worried that Yuji was attempting to get into the bathroom. You knew Yuji was kind of a perv, but you also thought he was adorable at the same time. Maybe you had a slight crush on him..but now’s not the time to be thinking about this!

That other part of him was a force to be reckoned with. You know he’s a curse who is technically Yuji too. But...he’s also different.

He’s not afraid to be forward and blunt. He’s made nasty comments about your “innocent” body here and there. Although they were uncalled for remarks, you could not lie about how it made you feel.

Was it because he was a thousand year old demon? A deity that can take you down. You bit your lip a little.

“Oh! Snap out of it…!” You told yourself and patted your cheeks, flustered. Sukuna was also technically Yuji.

Yuji and you were pretty good friends too...

The doorknob did not jiggle again and the only noise came from the shower.

You were not sure about what the noise was. Maybe it was your imagination playing tricks?

You sighed, too tired for this shit. You continued to wash your face and hair. It was quiet for a time being.

“You think you can lock yourself away? Naughty girl.” The sultry sound of someone's voice whispered in your ear from behind.

You whipped your body around but no one was in the shower with you. Confused, you covered your body up with your arms.

“Y-You better not be in here!!” You growled through your teeth. You heard a deep, lavish chuckle from inside the bathroom.

“But, I am displeased at this moment. Do continue cleaning that dedicant body of yours.” His voice was velvety and rich with pleasure.

You blushed and put your hand on the door handle to keep it closed.

“H-how did you even get in here??” You stuttered out, covering your chest with a free arm.

The voice laughed and sucked his teeth before replying.

“Were you thinking of me? You’re so flustered. Also, I am not a feeble human like you are. I have my ways” He put his hand on the shower door, and you could see the shadow of his body.

The shower door flung open and there stood what looked like Yuji standing outside the shower. His pink hair was pushed back, thick tattoos lined his face and his eyes were crimson red.

You squeaked and covered yourself, embarrassed.

“Now, [your name] there is no need to be modest.” Sukuna entered the shower with you after taking off his shirt. He left his shorts on for the time being.

You backed up into a far corner of the shower, intensely blushing. Perhaps you have thought about moments like this one before.

But you never thought it would come into fruition like this!

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as Sukuna came closer to you. His eyes scanned over your wet, naked body. It felt as if he was looking straight through you. Feeling you up without doing so.

Your body stood frozen by the corner. You wanted to push him out and yell at him, but you felt hypnotized. Your eyes didn’t meet his.

“G-get out! I-i’m…!” Before you could reply, he reached out to grab your chin to force you to look at him.

“Poor little lamb. Cowering in the corner...Look at me. I know your body yearns.” His lips pull into a grin.

You were kind of turned on by this..shit. You thought to yourself. You’re playing into him...but you can’t stop.

You try to move away from his grasp. Sukuna let go of your chin, only to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

You were now fully exposed to the King of Curses. You squeaked when you realized your body was up for grabs.

“Let go! you!...Ah!” You tried to yell at him, but his free hand started fondling your body.

“Many nights, I wanted to do this. In the bed, in the living room...but this prison of a brat traps me. It’s so disappointing…”

You bit your lip so nothing would escape. “W-why not go for Nobara or something??” You look at his eyes this time, as they gazed upon your own.

“Her? That crazy bitch? Don’t make me laugh.” His grip tightened your wrists. With a smirk, he pinched one of your wet nipples which made you gasp.

“That’s what I like to hear instead. Come on, louder.” He pinched harder which made your body

You flinch away from his touch.

You were stubborn. This demon looking guy was the King of Curses who could easily take you down.

In more ways than one.

You just glared into his eyes, and ceased all noise. This made him impatient. Maybe that was not a good move on your end.

“Oho~? Gonna be tough for me, girlie? Two can play at this game. I will get what I want.” His voice sounded rough and lavish, which sent chills up your spine.

He let go of your wrists, but somehow they were still in place. You were confused by this and attempted to move them forwards. Nothing was budging.

They were being held by his second pair of arms.

“Sukuna! Agh, let me gooo!” You whined, wiggling in the corner. He watched your breasts move about, his gaze moving towards your hips.

The stream of water was still running, drenching your hair. Sukuna’s shorts were getting wet and you swore you could start seeing an outline of something...big.

He moved to press his lips against your soft skin, starting at your stomach and going lower...and lower….

You could squeeze your legs shut, but it was no use. His large hand was pressed into your thigh, keeping it firmly in place.

The next thing you knew, his soft tongue was pressing into your womanhood. Your body shivered and you let a small whine out of your mouth.

“Ahhh, you’re already drenched. Dirty girl. You’re in luck..I’m hungry.” He said the last part with an evil chuckle and continued to drag his rough tongue up and down your folds.

This was a new feeling to you. Of course you’ve had sensual activities before, but nothing like this.

Your hips move by themselves against his tongue. Damn, this felt good, you thought to yourself.

There was no hesitation in his movements. He grabbed your ass tight too which made you moan out.

“Stay put, girlie! Damn!” He slapped your ass which made you squeak from that too. You whined and tried to keep your hips still. “Ugh, let me do what I want” He shot a glare up at me with his red eyes.

You met his gaze with your own glazed eyes.

He kept lapping at your womanhood and started focusing on that little button of yours. This made your back arch against the back of the shower. You shook your head from how sensitive it was.

This only made Sukuna want more of you.

He began to suck on it harshly without a break. You gasped and whined against the shocks that boiled up in your stomach.

“S-sukuna..~” You moaned out unconsciously. He smirked and then pulled his face away from your womanhood.

“What is it, you little slut? Want more? You’re going to have to beg.” He dug his nails into your thighs and dragged them.

Why is he so good at this?! You thought to yourself, your body shuddering.

“N-no…! I-I don’t…” You looked away from him and bit your lip. This was not the answer he was looking for from you. He frowned and slapped your ass, putting his hand right in the middle, lifting one of your cheeks. You squeaked from the sudden slap.

You felt something wet and thick enter your behind, teasing the other hole.

You audibly gasped and wiggled from the feeling. What was this?!

Sukuna had two arms holding your wrists up, one on your behind and another holding your leg up. He moved closer to your face with an evil smirk.

His hand had opened a mouth and extended a tongue between your cheeks.

“...I said, beg for it, slut.” His tongue on his hand didn’t go deep, just enough to drive you crazy. It kept gliding past this second hole and your entrance ever so gently.

Your hips attempted to follow the lapping tongue’s movements but it was just close enough to every sensitive bit down there to irritate you. You moved your hips around and whined at the roughness of the tongue.

“P..please…” You panted out, your body quivering.

“Please...what?” He pulled his hand away from your behind and the mouth disappeared on it. He grabbed your face with it.

“Please s-sir....b-but..out of the shower?” You wanted more. The shower water was increasingly annoying.

Sukuna rolled his eyes and picked you up in his arms abruptly. You had no time to react. He booked it to your bedroom and slammed you down on the bed angrily.

“You’re fucking lucky no one else is here right now..” He growled and pushed your knees up to your chest to continue his meal.

“What-! Ahh~...” You whined out, feeling his warm mouth back onto your folds. His grip was so strong that you could barely move. Everything was tingling and sensitive.

He then slid two fingers inside of your entrance, moving them violently in and out of you. You practically screamed at the sudden movements inside your walls.

“Yeah? I want to hear more, (Your name).” His long fingers hit every inch of your insides, and it felt so good. Your womanhood was quivering and you felt like you were getting close.

“S-sukuna...I-i’m going t-to-” You could barely speak but those were the words that were stuttering out. He smirked again and took his fingers out.

Your body was trembling with anticipation, waiting for a release. You were just about to come when he stopped. You pouted and looked at Sukuna, wondering what his plan was.

“You are not allowed to have all the fun. My turn. Flip over.” He barked at you. You flipped your body over onto your knees, looking up at him.

He dropped his shorts and stood menacingly in front of you; his gaze was intimidating to you.

His member was...intense. He pushed it against your lips. “Open them.”

You obeyed him and opened your mouth. He grabbed the back of your head and moved it up and down on his member. You whined against his size and started sucking properly.

Sukuna leaned his head back and groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth.

“Mm...you feel hot, [your name]...” He breathed deeply as you wrapped your tongue around him.

You had no control over your head at first. His cock was forcing itself in and out of your small mouth, close to your throat. This made you gag and want to pull away from him. He stopped briefly and let you move your head to the side to cough.

“I-i’m sorry...ack!” your own spit was running down your chin, as you looked up to him like a puppy dog. Tears glistened the corners of your eyes. Sukuna raised a hand to your cheek and pushed them away with his thumb.

“Don’t cry on me...I should be apologizing…!.” a softer voice spoke. It sounded like Yuuji’s. His eyes looked apologetic, but turned on. He didn’t appreciate Sukuna throwing you around but, what could he do? When the Lord of Curses was in this hot and heavy mood, nothing changed until he was finished.

The hand that nicely rested on the side of your cheek, then grabbed your mouth and squeezed your face together.

“Why did you stop? Because your small mouth can’t handle my cock?” He scuffed at you. “I know what can though” He smirked and your eyes widened, shaking your head.

“P-please...n-not there!” Your blush intensified. You have done it before but with his size...there’s no way!

Sukuna pushed you over and spread your legs. He was about to push himself in when you stopped him. “Wait! Protection!” You motioned to a nearby dresser and he rolled his eyes.

“Seriously? You don’t want to bear my offspring?” He chuckled and you narrowed your eyes at him. “How disappointing…fine, I will listen to you this time, on one condition. Make a deal with me beforehand.”

You gulped and leaned up onto your elbows. Making a deal with a demon seems sketchy, especially in the predicament you are in right now. “... what’s your deal?” You replied cautiously.

“I will wear protection...if you let me go hard and do what I need to do.” He ran a finger along the inner side of your thigh. This made you shiver. You are definitely not walking straight after this.

You bit your lip and nodded “O-okay..” You felt your body heat up as he went to put on a condom. Once he was back, you had moved to your stomach, butt up in the air for him.

He didn’t care what position you were in, he just wanted to be pleasured. He grabbed your hips and pressed his member against your entrance.

“It’s gonna be so good, girlie. You’ll want more” He then pushed in without a second thought. You barely had time to get used to it as you moaned out.

Your legs trembled at the feeling of his girth stretching you wide. You wondered if Yuji was able to feel this as well...you felt embarrassed for a second. It didn’t last long because Sukuna started going fast and hard into you.

You squeaked and then started moaning with every push, your mind melting away. He grunted, feeling your insides squeeze and pulse around his member.

“T-too….fast!” You managed to whine out as you squeezed the sheets. He replied with a slap on your ass. You yelped out, taking that as a warning to keep quiet.

. You made a deal with him and that deal stands until he releases.

The thrusting continued, on and on...your mind felt like jello. You moaned and whined with each passing push.

Your body started to tremble from the amount of times you’ve come. You attempt to pull yourself away from his grasp and he notices.

“...where are you heading to...slut?” He panted and grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back. With those arms he brought you to sit up on your knees.

Sukuna slowed his pace and whispered in your ear seductively. “...ohhh [your name]~ your pussy makes me feel soooo good.” His tongue glided up your sensitive ears, your heart skipping a beat.

“That’s a good girl. Obey me…” He had all four arms out once again, like he did in the shower. This meant he had more control over your alluring body. He reached around your body with curious hands, one landing on your breast and another by your cunt.

You gasp at the feeling of hands assaulting your overstimulated body. He cupped your breast in his hand, giving it a loving squeeze.

“...Say my name.” The wandering hand by your cunt began to tease your button. The one part of your body that seemingly shut you down whenever it was pleasured.

You shook your head, moaning out “No! S-sukuna..!” Your hips swayed from side to side, in over to avoid his fingers. His hips moved faster, holding you in place with your arms forcefully.

“Don’t make me angry...little girl~. I have many plans for you.” His thrusts grew impatient as he quicked his hips once more. He was growing close and you could tell.

His sultry moans were echoing the room with your own voice. He continued to spin his finger tips around the top of your clit, teasing your hood.

He pinched and twisted your little button within his quick fingertips, sending continuous moans out your mouth.

The wave of overstimulation crept up your spine and into your stomach.

You had no time to react to letting yourself squirt all over the sheets. You came over his cock, making your walls squeeze tightly against him. This made him groan and lose himself a little.

“[your name]....o-oh yeah…!” He came into the condom and held you close to his glistening body. He dug his sharp teeth into your shoulder, breaking the skin. You gasped from the bite and felt his member get warm on the inside.

He let go of your bruised shoulder and pulled out of your sore cunt. Your sore body fell to the bed, quivering and panting. Sukuna groaned and tossed the filled condom into a nearby trash.

You were gonna feel this one tomorrow for sure. You squeezed your eyes shut and relaxed for a moment. Sukuna saw that you weren't getting up or moving right away and leaned down into your face.

"Yo girlie, you good? This brat is worried." He motioned to himself, meaning Yuji. You slowly nodded and replied, "y-yeah...just need a second..."

He sighed and plopped down on the bed next to your body.

"w-what are you doing...I said i'll be okay.." You looked over to him, laying next to you. Without looking, he grabbed the back of your head and forced it into his chest.

"Just stop talking."

You weren't expecting this...kindness? He was so rough a moment ago and now he's a different person. Maybe Yuji's yelling at him? It didn't matter now...all you wanted to do was rest, if only for a moment.

[kyunisixx]

chiaroscuro

artist!Robert Plant AU one shot.

a/n: this really started out as a song I wanted to write. But I knew I had to turn it into a longer writing!!

themes: fluff, mild implications of nsfw and tw: childhood trauma.

summary: in which Y/N becomes a muse for Robert, a landscape artist in more ways than one. (Man, that summary is so shit but let's roll with it)

pairing: artist!Robert Plant x fem!reader

chi·a·ro·scu·ro

the treatment of light and shade in drawing and painting.

an effect of contrasted light and shadow created by light falling unevenly or from a particular direction on something.

"Lean back for me a bit more, darling. That's right, relax."

As she moves, the old sofa creaks beneath her. Chilled air gusts through a partially opened window, making her shiver and sending miniscule bumps all over her bare skin. Her eyes drift over the fixtures inside the cozy cabin, illuminated by an outmoded oil lamp situated on the man's table. Several tiny moths were floating around it as the flame wavered ever so slightly from the breeze.

Scattered were all paintbrushes and smudges of paint were messily smeared all over the table. A round board was placed so close at the edge (one she heard him call before —a palette). In the middle is a rustic cup with half-empty, now cold tea. But a paint-smudged hand grasped on its handle and swiftly brought it over to a mouth. 

Then her eyes met his.

His frizzled, curly blond locks are pulled into a disheveled bun. One he pinned up so carelessly with a thin, unused paintbrush as to prevent it from obstructing his view but a few ringlets managed to escape and are now framing his face.

Ivory-colored shirt, a few buttons undone to reveal smooth skin of his collarbones which were also marked with a few shades of paint. Some scattered across his jawline to his cheek. 

Lips are pursed and eyes are pulled into deep concentration, they are set into a particular part of her. As if to capture the exact curvature of the crease on her waist.

Salient was the cleft on his chin and the sharp edge of his cheekbones by the incandescent light lent by the lamp, making him look like a contrast between sinister and elegance.

He dipped a brush and carefully made short strokes on the canvas, pausing every now and then to look at her.

The sun was setting and the sky was shaded a dull gray, providing so little of brightness which seemed to have darkened even more being situated in a lush forest.

Many months ago at this time of the day, she would have just been getting up from her sleep. Wake up and get ready for a long shift. It was a routine she had gotten so used to every day.

Take a bath. Eat. Pick out an outfit. Put on makeup. Be into the persona.

She would become a completely different person as soon as she stepped into the establishment she knew for as long as she moved into the town a few months ago.

From having to move into different cities and using different names to hide her identity. All of it to escape the filthy and haunted ghost of her past. 

Screaming. Glass breaking. Bruises. Slamming doors.  All of the things a child shouldn't have to go through. She took a risk and ran away from it.

And here is where she ended up thirteen years later.

Lacklustre eyes unmoving as they steadily stared back at her in a blurry mirror inside the changing room. All the girls' chattering seemed to have been muted and faded in the background as she gazed at her reflection. She picked up the small item in her hand, before taking the cap off and swiped the crimson lipstick across her chapped lips, creating a thick shade.

"Y/N, you ready to go?"

She turned her head back to Don, the club manager. She smiled and moved her head in a single nod.

“Sure, Don. Just give me a short moment”. She adjusted the strap of her black velvet dress and walked on the familiar, dimly lit hallway. Her stilettos clapped quietly on the floor as she padded and stopped in front of a red curtain covering the doorway from the side to the stage. 

"How's it going, folks? Alright, alright. I'd get right into it. This is the moment you've all been waiting for. The crowd favourite, slithers like a python, mistress of the night; Marilyn"

Then, she waited as the main lights switched off and took her cue to enter as smoke filled the platform. Coloured lights gleamed right through. She situated herself right in the middle then circled her hand on the pole as the first note of the song started to hum quietly. Like a distant patter of rain—calm before the storm. Her hips moved into the rhythm and fluidly sneaked around the pole as the cloud of smoke started to clear out. Gazing into the crowd of men, her blood-red lips quirk into a smirk.

It was the only time she knew she had complete power and control. And she relished it, savoring the potency. 

Her hands smoothed all over her now slightly perspired skin as men clamored and hooted for her. Bills were haphazardly thrown into the dancefloor. Something that she wasn't used to when she first started, it made her feel cheap. Dirty. But her routine carried on almost every night, she eventually got used to it and had even grown to like it.

Then she spotted him. 

Big ball of golden hair illuminated by stage lights. He was situated amongst the sea of predators, his eyes followed the fluidity of her movements. But what struck her the most was the way he was watching her. It wasn't shadowed by lust, but more of an intense wonder and curiosity. It was as if he was memorizing each part of her curves, but for another purpose.

Her gaze somewhat mirrored his. He definitely wasn't strange-looking. Hell, he might have been the most beautiful man she has ever seen. He didn't belong to a place where no good men wander around. Both his beguiling beauty and aura was completely out of place for such a place like this.

The song then came to a stop. Her number was over but her eyes remained locked with his. It was only then she came back to consciousness as Don's voice boomed into the large speakers, signalling the end of her performance. She collected the bills scattered on the floor and walked off the stage, throwing a last glance into the crowd as she took her exit.

He was gone.

He wouldn't show up for a couple of days. She was sure, of course. The moment she steps out, her eyes would already be skimming through the lounge, and would sigh in disappointment if she didn't spot any sign of him.

"Have you seen your mysterious man yet?"

One of the girls she was closest to, Hershey, asked as she counted the thick block of bills on her hand.

"He wasn't out there tonight"

"You could have been hallucinating. Anyway, you told me he was 'like an angel'"

Hershey laughed, mimicking the way she had said the last part with a breathy tone and added, "Or could have been disappointed in your dance number, ran away and swore to not step a foot into this place again"

She stopped momentarily, chuckled lightly and sighed, "You may not be far from the truth but we'll see."

Then he would be there the next night, positioned right at a table at the back. His curly locks gave his identity right away, with his elbows propped up and fingers poised against his chin, bearing the same gaze. 

Later that night, he'd be waiting right outside of the club.

"The show was spectacular."

She tilted her head to him, nodded and smiled.

"Thank you."

She wasn't sure how it ended up with her sitting on a stool inside a cozy 24-hour operating diner so late at night, chatting with her "mysterious man" late at night, who introduced himself as Robert. He was apparently a landscape artist and has traveled the world where he finds inspirations for his works.

"The best place I have ever been to? Hm. I'd say Machu Picchu, set in the high mountains of Andes in Peru, above a river called Urubamba. I had to hike all the way up, and you could see the breathtaking view when you reach the top."

"That does sound very lovely." She sighed wistfully.

"Have you ever traveled anywhere outside the country?"

"Oh no, I have not. I move to different places a lot but I've never gone out, never had the chance to."

"Ah, you should! It's wonderful."

She nodded, "Do you only do landscaping?"

"Well, no. I do a little bit of abstract art but I focus mainly on landscaping. I was thinking of expanding more, though. Maybe portrait, or nude art."

"That's a good idea. An artist has to come out of his comfort zone and be able to become great."

"Yeah…", he trailed off, as if lost in thought. "I hope this doesn't come off as strange or I as a creep. But may I ask you to be my muse? Don't worry! We'll only do portrait." He added the last sentence quickly.

She tilted her head to the side and looked at him, her brows furrowed deep in thought.

"You don't have to s—"

"I'll do it."

A few days later, she was again popped up on a stool inside his flat just a few blocks away from the club. His place was spacious, but had a very rustic feel to the interior design. A few souvenirs from different countries were neatly placed on a shelf and most of his paintings were hung stylistically on the walls (in which she stared at in complete awe for what she could tell an hour each painting until he had to drag her away to his studio)

Her fingers fiddled as she tried to stay still under his calculating gaze. She never had much problem with how she looked and never had insecurities. Perhaps she just didn't care enough to be insecure. But at that moment, she thought of how she must've appeared to him and if she was good-looking enough to be an inspiration for his art.

"Are you alright there?"

"Yes! Yes, I… Yeah I'm alright."

His hand stopped and placed the paintbrush on the table. "Are you sure? If you're not comfortable or if you need a break, we could stop for a bit."

She shook her head vigorously, "No, it's okay. Don't worry."

"If you say so."

She let her eyes travel from his bare foot, to his khaki trousers, to his satin shirt with top three buttons undone, to his face. Oh, his gorgeous face. It was pulled into a deep concentration as he stared at his work, giving her some time to study his majestic features.

His eyes flickered to hers as if sensing her stare and playfully frowned, a small smile curled on the side of his lips.

"What?"

"What?"

He laughed, "You were staring."

"I was. Is it a crime?"

"No, I wouldn't say it is." He said with a teasing edge to his voice. 

It was their arrangement which they stick to a few times a week. On her day off, after work if she wasn't feeling too exhausted. There was an obvious attraction lingering inside the room of his small studio but none of them acted upon it other than just casual flirtations thrown around. He was a perfect gentleman and had always been accommodating. A couple of times he would insist on paying her in which she would always refuse to accept. 

"The tea you make for me is enough for a payment." She had jokingly said. "Do not worry about it, Robert. Really, it's okay. I'm making enough from my job."

One night, after their sessions, they had too many drinks and bottles were littered over the table along with his paint brushes which had long dried of paint. 

"Tell me about you, Marilyn. Mistress of the night, who apparently, slithers like a python." He mused, mentioning her alias. His glossy eyes filled with mirth.

She snorted, took a long swig of beer and swiped the back of her hand across her mouth. 

"Marilyn is… Nobody. I'm nobody. I came from somewhere that in my mind, ceased to exist." She stared ahead. "I ran away from home. Who calls it a home anyway?" She laughed humorlessly.

"My parents fought a lot. They spent so much time fighting, they didn't even have time for me. Looking back at it now, I could have just preferred that. But then, they turned their anger towards me." She sniffed and quickly wiped the salty tears before they even slid down to her flushed cheeks.

"I went to my grandparents. They loved me so much and I loved them so dearly. But they were not my parents. Eventually, both of them passed away and I was left on my own. But I was eighteen. I didn't have to go back to my parents. So I went to different cities, finding places where I could feel like I could fit in. Looked for jobs, and then I ended up here. I made friends and I have my own place, but it still never felt like home."

He was quietly staring at her, and the silence was deafening. Then he lifted his free hand to her face and ran the back of his index finger to dry her cheeks. Her hand caught his and brought it to her lips and placed a soft kiss. 

"But with you, it feels… different. I like hanging out with you. I like being with you. You feel like home to me, Robert."

Her voice echoed softly as he took his time to reply. But he didn't, instead, he leaned down and sealed his lips against hers. 

He layed limply on top of her body as he shuddered from his release. Both tried to desperately catch for their breath as her hand smoothed down his back and the other combed through his damp locks. He slid out of her and dropped beside her, not too long before he enclosed his arms over her and pulled closer. He catches her lips on his in a lazy kiss and smiled.

"You feel like home to me too, Y/N."

Her heart soared and nuzzled her nose against his.

"I want to paint you like this. May I? You are so beautiful. In light and in shadow."

She blushed, "Yes, but right now? I'm tired."

"No, no. We'll do it tomorrow. I'll take you somewhere." His warm breath hit her skin as he whispered.

"Where?" She whispered back.

"Well, I'm not telling you that. But it was what I helped my Father build when I was younger. It's somewhat like a special place for me, and I want you to see it."

He gazed at her as he waited for her to respond.

"Okay."

Under the light of the lamp, she peers at him under her lashes.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Mm? I have no idea what you are talking about."

"You know what it is. Cut it out or I'll never get to finish this."

She huffs. "You're no fun"

"I can prove you otherwise in a few minutes."

He continued to do his finishing touches and leaned back to admire his work.

"That isn't too bad. But nothing compares to the real art."

"And what might that be?"

"You, my love." He stood up, walked over to where she was, placed his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her to him.

"I've been waiting for this for hours."

"I've been giving you hints and you insist on finishing your art."

He chuckled. "Of course I had to."

His fingers danced their way from her sides to her hips, rubbing along the marks littered across her skin.

"Are you ready to see it?" He murmured against her neck. She shudders as she nodded, giving their playful banter a break. 

He bit her earlobe softly, "Okay."

He walked over to his canvas and carefully turned it around to face her.

She gasps.

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More Bat adora and her papa please, just to tied us over while you are making the story.

@thehumminbrawler So this actually inspired me to write a like ficlet oneshot. ^^; May be out-of-continuity with the mainline AU, but was neat to put it down and I kinda just needed to put it down due to some stuff going IRL right now, I'm like coping with fandom even more right now.

Notes: While spacebat!Adora was a baby, Shadow Weaver tried to kidnap her and take over the Etherian Horde. Hordak managed to protect Adora, escaping with her and Imp as well as those that remained loyal to him/didn't want to follow SW, while SW took over the Fright Zone and created the Shadow Horde. Hordak and co.--pretty much now the Renegade Horde--fled to the Crimson Waste, and their presence started to stabilize the region. The Renegade Horde fights more with the Shadow Horde now, and tries to negotiate for allies more. The Renegade Horde has an ongoing and tense negotiation effort with the Royal Alliance against the Shadow Horde. The Valley refers to the Valley of the Lost, still a major settlement in the Crimson Waste and now more of a bustling center of commerce and community. Just quickly named Dryl Baker "Bekka." Due to Hordak's background of being surrounded by brothers as his own family and society, he perceives Adora and Imp as his younger siblings, but after Later Events he'll start exploring the terms of 'parent-child' and may think that fits their relationship better. (It's an AU Prime in this though the differences don't really come into play here.) There is a little Entrapdak.

Fic under the cut:

following his brothers while sneaking glances out the window at all the stars

all four eyes bearing down on him and pinning him in place

futilely holding a dying brother's hand on the battlefield

"--well I'm very happy you've got it all figured out, Imp." Hordak's ears twitched at his younger sister's grumbling, making his heart slow down. He clung to the sound of her voice, a refuge from nightmares and poor memories even if she obviously sounded irritated, though with an edge of self-reproach. The elder clone began to gingerly sit up, monitoring himself while slipping off the blanket. What could his younger siblings be squabbling over? What could be troubling Adora? How long had he slept?

Fortunately Hordak hadn't fainted, but he had felt weaker, tired earlier--enough so that Adora and Imp caught him and made him lie down and rest. As they had gotten older, his younger siblings had a habit of ganging up on him when they put their mind to it, and their teamwork always proved to be formidable. But Hordak had planned to search for some materials down in the Valley today, and he still saw no reason why he couldn't do so. He felt groggy, but also like some of his energy had been replenished. Adora's reasoning and Imp's insistence that he should rest had been sound.

Imp gave a warning screech, clearly spotting him, and Adora was immediately at his side. Though still...wobbly, irritation didn't flash through Hordak (he was getting better at accepting help from those he cared about). Instead, a fond smile slipped onto his face at his sister's presence. But when he caught her eye, his smile faltered slightly. They were blue and alive with concern--but he again stumbled on the dark slit pupils she had been blessed to inherit from their oldest brother and genetic template. Blessed. She had been blessed...it was his own weakness and cowardice that made him unsettled sometimes. But these were rare flashes for the differences always asserted themselves--Adora's eyes were a bright blue just like her fangs, and more significantly they were always warm and open, she had not the necessary detachment of Horde Prime. (And yet it had been a long time since Hordak had talked about Horde Prime with either Adora or Imp.)

Hordak felt his own self-reproach cloud his mind when Adora frowned, but felt it retreat when she only said that maybe he should lie back down, and asked how he felt. She apparently hadn't realized Hordak foolishly misdirected fear toward her eyes and the unintended offense. Adora had thought his faltering smile and proverbial wince was due to his physical weakness, not his mental one. The elder clone took a breath and shook his head. "I'm fine, Sister. I've rested enough--" Adora glared, and her ears gave a warning flick. "You shouldn't go to town today--" Hordak opened his mouth, then his eyes landed on a tray of tiny soup mugs. He decided to switch tactics. Sometimes it was necessary in the face of Adora's determination. "Entrapta made soup?" It wasn't really a question, and he reached out a talon for a mug. Though he hadn't seen her before Adora and Imp had convinced him to rest, he assumed his partner must've come while he slept, made something for when he awoke, then took her leave. They were all busy with impending negotiations and the...local customs that were apparently necessary. (He still didn't understand "parties," while Adora tackled them with dedication, almost always open to finding the value in anything.) Imp passed him a mug, and Adora absently nodded. "Yeah, she came while you were out and whipped them up." Then she shook her head, re-focusing. "She said--"

"--tell Hordak to feel better and sorry I couldn't stay, Cobalt needed some time-sensitive wrangling with the delegation from Thaymor--but I'll be back later tonight!" Entrapta's recording filtered out once Imp opened his mouth. Hordak smiled at her bright voice. Adora laughed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Right, that. Thanks Imp." She slid the tray of soup closer to Hordak, where it had been placed on a small table next to his bed. "You like it? Entrapta said she tried something different, added a new herb or something that Bekka told her about," his sister remarked, and Hordak nodded around a sip. Then Adora's ears snapped down, nearly horizontal, and her eyes narrowed. "Eating your soup doesn't mean you should go out right now." "I'll have been fed and rested," Hordak pointed out after finishing his second mug. Adora's ears pricked up to their usual stance, and her eyes were no longer narrowed. "Hordak, I can just go into town for you--" His sister was apparently trying to change tactics too. The elder clone shook his head. "I am looking through updated inventory, not picking up something I know they already have." He downed another mug of soup. "If you just described what you're looking for--" "It's not that simple, it's..." Hordak shook his head. "It would be easier if I did it myself." "...You're just browsing, aren't you?" Hordak nodded, realizing Adora had articulated what he meant. "Yes, that." His sister blew out a frustrated breath, her ears giving an irritated flick. But she still didn't look convinced. "You can always accompany me to the Valley," Hordak finally said after he emptied another mug. Usually Adora loved exploring the merchants' wares in the Valley markets; it was what he had come to learn was called a "hobby." "My formal dress got wrecked when the Shadow Horde tried to kidnap Prince Peekablue." Adora's disappointed voice crackled out as Imp played the recording, while the present Adora's ears pricked up in surprise. "We can look for something new for you in town," Hordak added, seizing on Imp's opening. Adora's eyes darted between her brothers, frowning. Imp looked smug and far too satisfied, while Hordak tried not to grin at his younger brother's demeanor. Hordak and Imp could form their own effective team as well. Adora shook her head, but hesitantly. "That's fine, there's still time before the talks and the delegates' ball, I can go when you're feeling better--" "I feel better now," Hordak insisted. Imp chittered cajolingly as he climbed up on his shoulder, but Adora favored her fellow hybrid brother with a glare. "Backstabber," she grumbled at Imp, who just chirped teasingly. Then their sister rolled her eyes. "Fiiiine." Imp theatrically scrunched up his face in faux disgust, then played back a recording of one of Princess Mermista's signature groans. "Woah no, I'm not--don't even joke about that--" Adora snapped with wide, alarmed eyes while Imp snickered and Hordak slid a hand over his growing smile. ___ Since the fracture of the Etherian Horde and their exile into the Crimson Waste, the desert region had been changing with the influx of now branded Renegade Horde members who rejected Shadow Weaver's command. The place had become more stable, and in that stability it had found a new profitability in more consistent commerce. After examining scrap yards and mechanics for new goods and finding some promising materials that went straight into Adora's shopping pack--she refused to let Hordak carry anything, and Hordak refrained from resisting as long as she agreed to let him carry whatever new dress she picked--they went to the merchants selling various garments and accessories. Adora tried to efficiently and quickly select something, and while Hordak could see her reasoning, he instead told her that she could spend more time looking. "You normally enjoy the markets," he pointed out to her. Hordak still had mixed feelings on the place, which was especially dependent on how tolerable the crowds were. But he felt satisfied when he found particularly useful tools or supplies there; he enjoyed it more when he hunted for supplies with Entrapta and shared conversation with her; it brightened his mood when he watched Adora bounce happily between the stalls and eagerly browse while Imp flew around her head, orbiting her like a moon.

His sister sighed. Imp plopped on her head, pouting, and Adora stumbled a little under the sudden weight of him. She frowned and glared up at the boy, but then stared back at Hordak. "Yeah, but--" "I'm fine, Adora," Hordak repeated. Then he hesitated, and continued, "We...could use a break, and that can take the form of an afternoon in the market stalls." It was difficult to learn, but Hordak had been learning. He had been learning from his younger siblings, when he found he liked letting them play, and continued to desire seeing them enjoy themselves when they could. He had learned from Cobalt, Grizzlor, and Octavia once he realized he could trust them more. He had learned from Entrapta... (Hordak tried not to think of his oldest brother wreathed in light and consumed with purpose.) Adora blinked, and gave a soft smile. Then she giggled as Imp mussed up her snow white hair, and Hordak led them to the dried fruit stall they all favored. ___ Adora examined various dresses and talked to some eager-to-sell merchants while her brothers stood back. Imp ate the last of the dried apricots while he sat on Hordak's shoulder, and though the risk was minimal, Hordak wanted to ensure he did not make a mess on the shop's inventory. When Imp finished, Hordak nodded to him, quietly giving permission, and the boy immediately launched himself off and flitted around Adora's head. Locals used to Imp were able to mind the boy's flight path.

"Hey, Hordak, you already have an outfit picked out like Imp and Entrapta, right?" Adora called out from behind a shelf of scarves and jewelry, with only the tips of her ears poking out. And then they ducked out of sight while she was clearly on the search for something, or examining something more closely.

"Yes," Hordak said, while he glared at Imp and gave a warning flick of his ears when the boy started playing with a scarf, wrapping it too fast and roughly around his body. The boy stuck out his tongue, but began to disentangle himself.

"Okay, so I'm looking for a dress, but I thought I could accessorize too because something just caught my eye--but maybe I should find a dress first--but this accessory could help me narrow down on a dress that could pair well with it--"

Hordak actually felt the urge to laugh, but he fought it down and only allowed himself a smile. (But he questioned himself--why not laugh, a chuckle in the Valley's bustling market would not be out of place--the silence of his brothers while on guard shift, four eyes staring down--but he had already broken so many edicts--the cold click of a talon guard--)

"Are you asking for input, or brainstorming?" Hordak asked, shoving back thoughts of his original home away. It was a question he had asked Adora before, wishing to determine when she wanted his thoughts or when she wanted someone to just listen.

"Brainstorming! And I'm also prepping you because I want to show you and see what you think, and I think I found something you might like too--" And then Adora stepped out and gestured to her ears with a smile.

Hordak looked, and he felt something rise up in his throat, and he hated himself. The metal clasps wrapped around Adora's ears were bronze and they didn't even reach the tips of her ears--but in his mind's eye he saw Prime and silver clasps perfectly fitted to his ears, and the dark slit pupils of Adora's bright blue eyes were swallowed up by vivid green and lacking in all warmth...

"Brother--?"

Hordak flinched, his eyes squeezed shut. And then it registered with him that it had been Adora's voice filled with concern, obviously not Prime's. His self-loathing grew. He opened his eyes just in time to see Adora close the gap and lay a supporting talon on his arm, clearly worried he might stumble. Imp clung to her shoulder, with part of the scarf he had been playing with still wrapped around one of his arms.

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?"

"I...yes, I just need to take a seat," Hordak said, thinking pretending he had felt a little faint was better than admitting to the awful and confusing thoughts that plagued him. Adora promptly and politely asked the merchant's assistant if they had a stool, and he immediately provided one.

Adora thanked the assistant, then looped an arm around Hordak's, clearly wanting to help him sit. Normally he would've resisted, he would've insisted that he could sit by himself at least, but shame and guilt made him comply. But then he saw in his sister's face that his easy compliance had not been reassuring to her.

"When you're ready, we can go back--"

Hordak shook his head while Imp switched to his shoulder. "I'm fine now; I can wait here while you find your dress." Avoiding her concerned look, Hordak unwrapped the final piece of scarf away from Imp, then carefully began rolling it up.

The elder clone glanced up at Adora's ears--now dipped low with worry, he noted with another stab of guilt--and forced himself to review the new accessory by its own merit. Despite his efforts, he felt it still looked eerily similar to Prime's; but its bronze material seemed to go well with the reds Adora tended to favor.

His ears flicked in the direction of her new jewelry. "Their color suits you," he murmured with muted but genuine fondness. This was his sister, her own...truly her own person. Her capacity for mercy marked her as distinct.

Adora's ears pricked up, and she ran a talon self-consciously across the length of a clasp adorning one of them. "You really think so?"

"Of course."

She smiled softly back. Then she startled, as if remembering something. She raised her other talon, closed in a fist. "This is the, um, thing I thought you might like." She unfurled her fist and let a single, red diamond earring dangle from her carefully pinched, taloned fingers. "I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be by itself for an asymmetrical look--at least that's what the note next to it said--"

When Hordak reached out a talon, Adora dropped it in his waiting palm. He rubbed a thumb over its surface, still warm from his sister's touch.

"It's exquisite," Hordak said, and Adora softly chuckled, pleased. Then after again asking Hordak if he was fine and Hordak again insisting he was, Adora went back to looking. Soon she amassed a pile of clothes and claimed one of the dressing stalls. By the time she came out wearing the first dress, Imp was settled in Hordak's lap, and Hordak had tried on the red diamond earring.

"Too long," Adora muttered. She went back in, and came out again in a new dress.

"Too much...um, ruffles?"

Dress number three. "This color's not working."

Back in, back out. "The embroidery's kinda too much."

Next. "Okay guys, what do you think of--?"

"You look like you got run over by a tank." Imp used a recording of Grizzlor's voice, and Hordak gave a scolding hiss.

With a flush running across both her ears and cheeks, Adora immediately ran back into the stall and snapped the curtain behind her. Imp glanced up at Hordak with a guilty look, realizing his joking had gone too far. "You will apologize to her later," he told Imp with a glare.

"Um, so I actually like...kinda like this one..." Adora's voice filtered out from behind the curtain of the stall, and the hesitancy in her voice made Imp's ears lower even more, and Hordak did not relent in the glare he favored him with. "But I dunno, it's...well, look--"

And Adora stepped out, with one talon gripping her other arm while her cheeks and the tips of her ears still flushed blue. Adora favored red, and all of the dresses she had tried on were different shades of it, but this one was the right sort of crimson that went well enough with her blue skin. The cut of it was simple, from its torso to the way the edge of its skirt flared out, but the structure of it suited Adora in his mind. Its belt was just as simple, and with an amber color that paired well with her bronze ear clasps.

"It's kinda basic, but..."

"You look lovely, Adora," Hordak said, and his sister's ears perked up.

"Beautiful." Imp conveyed with a recorded excerpt of Entrapta's voice.

Adora smiled, her blue fangs beaming.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Comments/reblogs/likes are deeply appreciated!