#im grabbing my torch

[yingren]

❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ ( go on. give me angst. )

random questions for starters.

ren dabs disinfectant around a larger cut, a practiced precaution to avoid infection. something in the air shifts when veritas speaks and he finds that perhaps there is some unspoken irony to it all. then again, this isn’t anything he hasn’t seen before. blood, something raw and unfiltered, just a sprinkle of pain that stings and burns. ratio’s voice is the only thing that keeps him tethered to reality, the only thing that makes him believe that any of this is actually real.

ren wraps bandages around an open wound, a practiced motion he knows all too well. up, down and around. he laces it in a zig-zag pattern to keep it from coming undone. the feeling of nausea kicks in, stomach twisted in pain. it feels as if a void of anxiety has opened up in his very core, greedy hands searching for anything to hold onto and consume. again, this is not an unfamiliar sight. it should blend into all of the other times he’s been injured, exposed to obscene sights that can’t properly be described. carnage after carnage, the natural sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, the following stench of iron in liquid. this time is different, this time he wants to turn, run and empty the contents of his own stomach to get rid of the nauseating agony. 

ren finally acknowledges the irony of it all, a reluctant smile trying to ease the tension. if anyone is well aware of how strong the human body is, it should be him. regardless of overflowing abundance forcing itself upon him, cuts like these are usually not that difficult to handle. they require quite the easy fix and nothing more, rarely affecting one’s physical body or mental state. 

ren knows that he has seen it all before but not like this. hands reach for ratio’s, clasping it between warm palms, another heated confession brought forth by an unexpected turn of events. ren stares at the bandages around veritas’ arm, gaze shifting between their arms as if comparing something. it should have been him, or so he thinks, then at least veritas would not be the one injured right now. it should have been ren, he would have gladly suffered this injury if it was guaranteed to spare ratio of any unnecessary pain. oh, how ironic it really is. ren bleeds and bleeds & bleeds even more. all so that veritas doesn’t have to. to inadvertently care so much for someone else is still new to him, an emotion he still needs to master properly. where frigid walls once wrapped around a cold core, veritas has granted ren so much time and patience, thawing out a heart sealed in ice. 

“ mhm, the irony does not evade me. ” a thumb brushes over the bandaged arm and ren steps closer. just close enough to make sure that veritas is still there, as if his senses are not to be trusted. he can see him, hear him and feel him — yet something feels amiss. selfish, he labels himself as, for focusing more on his own feelings than whatever veritas is going through right now. part of him still thinks this is unreal, that maybe this is another nightmare his brain concocted to instill proper fear into his system. fear of what? this, whatever the fuck this is. this horrible feeling of worry and panic. this whisper that reminds ren that his lover is not safe from the jaws of death. the back of his hand searches for ratio’s cheek, begs for any type of contact that might help him feel better, seeks out comfort that veritas ( and veritas only ) knows how to offer. “ you need to be more careful. ”

ren does not hesitate when he leans in & plants a shaky kiss onto ratio’s lips. he lingers that close for another moment, maybe it won’t make the worry in his eyes so obvious if he manages to hide it like this. ratio is here, he is going to be just fine, he is alive. again, he repeats the same words over & over until they begin to sound real.

he is here. he is going to be fine. he is alive. 

“ please be more careful next time. ” oh heavens, he even pleads. “ i am not sure how pleasant living would be if i had to do it in a world without you. ”

[dontlookforme00]

I just. Almost lost everything in a minecraft survival world and now I know truly what it means to have a near death experience

[officialspec]

so we just moved, and the house we moved into has been abandoned for a few years so weve discovered some fun little secrets scattered around as we explored. for example, theres a little room downstairs with graffiti on the door dubbing it 'the dog box'

of course we were intrigued. aside from some storage and a place to put a washing machine, the dog box seems to exclusively contain this old ass piano, with a little window to see into it from outside

also pictured sitting on the piano is a little novelty dagger we found in the grass outside. its all very funny and novel, right? we thought so

that was when we found The Stain

of course, we immediately jumped to some conclusions. the knife outside, the abandoned house, 'do not enter' written on the door. whatever it was, it had dripped through the floorboards from upstairs, from approximately just outside the bathroom. we decided to wait until we finished moving and then grab some peroxide to test it just in case

still, the dog box bloodstain remained a hot topic, and the curiosity was killing me. after figuring out where upstairs the stain wouldve dripped down from, we noticed it had also seeped up through the newly installed flooring, and i decided i couldnt wait to investigate

looking around the dog box, i noticed that there was a section of the ceiling/underfloor that was noticeably newer than the rest of it, meaning the place the stain had leaked through had been pulled out and replaced just before we moved in. suspicious

im using my phone torch to look around in the dark, and when i shine it on the bloodstain it lights up in a distinctly.... glossy way. when i get closer i can see its not matte, but sticky. so i decide to touch it, and immediately im hit with a STRONG smell of something deeply familiar. all the pieces fall together at once, and using my superior investigative prowess i have deduced the culprit

it was bees. there was a fuckoff massive beehive in the floor that got taken out before we moved in and it leaked honey up through the floorboards and onto the floor of the dog box and the landlord didnt feel like cleaning it up. mystery solved

[pipcore]

guys I got a C on this imso mad

classwork moment

[hellsburners]

in vino veritas

summary: the emperors have given the general a gift. pairing: general marcus acacius x male reader word count: 1.7k warnings: smut, rough dom, top marcus, bottom male reader, sex pollen pic a/n: im seeing the movie tomorrow!

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A chill rolled down the general’s spine as he entered the throne room. Two golden chairs sat atop a dais, shining under the sunlight. Seated were the emperor’s with their bone white togas and their red hair. Acacius has seen great monsters in his conquests, but none as bloodthirsty and mad as these two. 

He was still bloodied from battle, dirt and soot covered his body, his chestplate dented and scratched. He dropped his sword on the marble floor, the clang of metal echoing the palace walls. 

“You have brought great honor to Rome, General,” the Emperor Geta said. His golden eyes gleaming with pride and greed under the sunlight. He gestures at the servants below the dais, where they fetch the general’s sword and pour him a glass of wine. The Emperor takes a sip of wine, the corners of his mouth smirking roguishly. 

“A feast must be made in your honor,” the younger emperor shouted in joy. “With the finest meals and a celebration in the colosseum!” 

“None is required, my emperors,” the general spoke. “I only wish for someone to tend to my wounds and a soft bed to lay in tonight.” 

He took a sip of his wine, the bitterness helped distract the ache in his body. He saw Caracalla whispering something to his brother, snickering and chuckling under his breath. Geta’s eyes widened, a smile forming from his lips. 

“Very well,” Geta clapped. 

The sound of his clap echoed in the room, a ringing sound forming in the general’s ears. He staggered back, his vision blurring—almost black. The wine, he thought. He fell hard on the floor, his body numb. He saw the two emperors walk down the dais, towering over him like roman statues of the gods. They both laughed maniacally

“In vit veritas, General.” In wine, there is truth. 

Marcus Acacius woke up from the sound of a fallen metal bowl. It was night time, the torches in the room were lit. He wasn’t in the throne room anymore, yet the fineries in the architecture and the furniture in the room signaled that he was still in the palace. 

“Forgive me, general,” you said. Picking up the fallen bowl and the cloth bandages scattered on the floor. You had tended to the general’s wounds. There weren’t many but it was imperative they be cleaned to reduce any infection. “How are you feeling?”

You saw the general rise from his bed, his wide frame casting shadows on the bed. He wore nothing but the bandages you wrapped around his chest and the silk blanket that covered his privates. He groaned, his voice hoarse and deep. “Fine I suppose, a bit sore.”

“That is to be expected. Your injuries, though minor, will take a few days to heal.” you said. You couldn’t help but stare at him, even as you cleaned his wounds. His thick wavy hair that you brushed until the dried blood came off. His tanned skin and his broken nose. You admired every feature almost as if you were looking at a god on earth. 

“They laced my drink with something, what was it?” Marcus spoke. His hands brushed over his thick thighs, bending down while his hair fell on his face. “I feel feverish and weak.”

“A flower from one of Rome’s colonies, once dried it turns into a fine powder that can be mixed into wine. It is undetectable from smell or taste,” You said. Fear rose to your throat. In front of you was the most dangerous man in Rome. Despite his weakness you knew, surely, he can kill you with ease. “In small doses it could be a sort of aphrodisiac the emperors have been using in their—parties. Large amounts can be quite lethal.”

The general tried to stand but to no avail. You rushed quickly to his aid. It was true, you tried to cradle his muscular arms and they were hot to the touch. He groaned, grabbing onto your arm tightly. The silk shifted under his legs, your eyes widened to see the silk was bulging. “Fuck,” he moaned. 

“General,” you said in shock. 

“Tell me, boy,” his eyes were sharp like knives and dark like an abyss. “Is this part of their games?”

“This is a part of its effects, that is the truth,” you said, your face was close to his, his hand still gripping onto your arm. His breath was hot against your lips. But trust me, general, I had no part in this.”

“What will make it go away then?” he said, the silk pulled down the soft v of his pelvis, you could see the hint of hair in the middle. 

“Time is the only cure. It will take until sunrise for the effects to subside,” you said. He cursed under his breath, sweat dripping down his temples. You pushed his hair back, your fingers cold against his skin. You rested your knee on the bed, your other hand caressing his broad shoulders. “But if there is anything I can do to help, my general.”

His hands wrapped around your neck, tight. His eyes stared at you with his brows furrowed. He dragged you down to the bed. He was now on top of you, he was wide and strong, his breath labored. His hands pinned you down, his nails digging into your skin. He dove down to your neck kissing you. Nibbling and licking down your skin. You tasted of salt and flowers, oddly sweet. 

“You will serve me, boy,” he said. “Until sunrise.”

You nodded. He ripped off your toga, tossing it aside, lost in the sea of silk. He continued to take his time on your body, kissing and sucking leaving marks all over. You moaned from his wet lips and his warm tongue, which trailed down your chest to your perked nipples. You could feel his rough facial hair scrape your skin, it stung but it sent more shivers through your body. 

“Then let me serve you,” You said, slowly changing places so that he was sitting on the bed, and you straddling his muscular thighs. You placed a kiss on his lips, which tasted of dried blood. He pulled you closer, kissing you roughly while you fought to take in the air. His tongue mixed with yours changing each other's taste. When you pulled back to breathe you saw that his pupils were dilated. 

You continued to trail kisses on his ear, slowly tracing the tip of your tongue down his neck and to his chest. You did the same with his nipples, licking and teasing which made him moan. It was godly, the way he sounded. Such brute strength in the battlefield long gone under your touch. Your hand went down to the growing ache in his center. His cock was aching hard and thick, the tip leaking. When you touched the bead of cum he shivered and cursed. You went down to place soft kisses around the shaft, taking in his soldier’s scent. You placed the pad of your tongue under the shaft and licked to taste the tip, engulfing the head as you went down—deep. 

“Fuck,” he said, his chest rising and falling. You sucked down and hollowed your cheeks as you came up, releasing the head with a loud pop. He placed a hand on your head and pushed you back down. You bobbed on his cock feverishly as he moaned more and more. He was shaking a bit, his hands pulling on your hair as he fucked into your throat. Tears formed in your eyes as you took his thickness deeper into your throat. You could feel him getting close which is why he released his hold on you, you clutched your throat and coughed up. His thick cock was glistening wet with your spit, the tip a deep red. 

“Have you ever been with a soldier?” he said, panting. You shook your head, wiping your tears and your lips on the silk. “Then come here, boy. Let me show you how a soldier of Rome takes his price.” 

You held onto his shoulders for balance. He guided his cock into your hole, slowly pulling on your waist until he was fully inside. You dipped your head on the corner of his neck, slowly moving your hips in a rocking motion. You moaned in his ears like a wanton mess. His arms hugged your waist and pushed you deeper down his cock. He pulled on your hair to continue on leaving marks on your neck and chest. 

His hands wrapped around your neck as he kissed you more, his other hand found to stroke your hardness, your tip leaking a mess down his hand that made his strokes more slick. You were in ecstasy, like the drug had worked itself into your body as well. You went off his lap and sunk down on the bed with your face down on the silk, presenting your behind for him to use. He was like a lion eager for his prey. He took your hair and rammed his cock into you again. Fucking into you with so much force you could feel whatever expensive wood that was used on the bed creak. He panted like a man tired from a day’s work. His other hand pressing down your back so your ass arched more. 

“I am close,” he moaned. 

“Please, general, fill me,” you said. He pushed your face deeper down the bed, it felt as if he was crushing your skull. His thrusts became erratic and labored. The rhythm faltered from his sheer strength. He released with a strong grunt. His seed filled into your hole which made you feel full and warm. He collapsed on your back like a heavy bear. You tried to capture your breath. Slowly pushing him off.  You stood up to take back your toga, the sun peering from the horizon. You sat on the window with a watering can in your hands. You slowly poured water on the bright blue flower on your windowsill, a bag of gold coins next to it. You chuckled, the same chuckle Geta and Caracalla would do. “In vito veritas,” you smiled. Admiring the big man snoring on your bed.

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[norikuna]

GOO GOO MUCK #3 — jujutsu kaisen x reader choose a storybook to open. aka my mythos take on jujutsu kaisen.

you've turned the page to: CHAPTER III. RYŌMEN SUKUNA go back to the table of contents.

as if he heard me, he smiled. and his face was like the sun. (the song of achilles / madeline miller)

prologue. → at first, a humble servant, now capturing the attention of the king of curses. suddenly, you're caught between fear, desire, and a really irritating demon with a bad attitude.

excerpt.. one of the guards’ brows lifted, as if you’d said something unexpected. the other, still doubtful, scowled. "and what would you know of sukuna's laws?" you privately thought sukuna's laws would be quite simple. if it moves, beat it with a stick. if it moves again, let's grab a sword and hit it twice as hard.

pairing. demon king!ryomen sukuna x villager!reader (sfw but suggestive!)

song inspiration. goo goo muck — the cramps / i can see you — taylor swift

warnings. sukuna is very much himself, rude and dubious and evil. kissing, making out, mentions of blood and injuries and war. word count. 4.6k!

a/n. im actually so happy w this one lol i was having a bit of a giggle writing it. consistent plot? what is that?

ask/comment/dm to be added to a taglist 🩵

mp3. when the sun goes down, and the moon comes up, i turn into a teenage goo goo muck!

they had bound your wrists with iron chains, biting into your skin and doing little to still the tremor of fear that seized you. the villagers around, or at least what remained of them after sukuna's merciless invasion, shuffled forward in exhausted silence, carrying that eerie pall of defeat. you dared not look at the faces of your people around you, sensing that each set of eyes held the same mute dread that coursed through your veins.

and sukuna's fortress was an ugly, wicked thing. no doubt a testament to his dominion and dark prowess. but one could only avert their gaze from the jagged black stone that tore through the depths of the earth, and iron maw of a gate that glistened with dark stains that you dare not name.

a tall and severe figure stood waiting beyond the threshold, tall and severe, draped in robes of silky onyx that swept against dead leaves. a member of sukuna's household, no doubt, and he had eyes of dying embers.

it seemed that everything in this estate was dead, or dying. you could only hope that you would not join the pile of skulls that clattered in rough-strewn piles on the pavement.

"you all belong to the king of curses now," he intoned in a voice of polished steel, "you will serve him with unwavering obedience, and if you do not..." the man trailed off, splayed his fingers against his neck — and he suddenly bared his jugular upwards and your stomach lurched at the sight. lines and rows of stitches, sickly healed, where one's throat might have been cut. a walking corpse.

"act rightly, or lose your head. he has little patience for insolence or error."

and so, you were led through winding halls, walls of dark stone and low-hanging torches. the air was thick with a strange, almost metallic scent of thick blood and burning coals.

at length, you passed a vast and open chamber, a throne room that was unlike any you could have ever imagined. granted, you came from a small village, and thus, had not seen a throne room before so the bar was already quite low.

massive pillars framed the space, rising up like trees, branching and curling towards a ceiling lost in shadows. gathered around the centre was a council of some sort, hulking and dark curses of varying forms, from towering demons with sharp, ridged spines — to giant warriors with dented armour, from the scourge of warfare.

and at the heart of them, seated upon an iron throne wreathed in dark filigree, and dazzling red stones, was sukuna himself. the king of curses. he was massive, even in respose, broad shoulders and four thick arms that were drapes across the arms of the throne. you weren't quite sure where to rest your eyes, on his shock of dusty-rose hair, or the sharp set of eyes that were the colour of dried, old blood.

you felt a shiver of terror crawl down your spine, before curling at the base in loving tendrils, freezing your limbs in place. and then, with a heart-stopping clarity (though none would believe you), his gaze seemed to fall upon you. for a single, unbearable moment, you were certain he was looking directly inti your soul, with a gaze as sharp as a blade and as hot as a forge. you felt every muscle in your body clench, a sharp ache spreading through you.

but just as quickly, you were shoved forward, and his gaze fell elsewhere — almost bored. the rest of the newly enslaved muttered and murmured nervously as they led you onwards, down yet another corridor.

devilry and villainy aside, sukuna needed to hire a new interior design team. because this many corridors and needless, steep stairs were just unacceptable.

still, you felt those eyes burning in your memory, like four brands seared into your mind and the hollow of your chest.

they finally ushered you into a small chamber, little more than an alcove carved out of stone and lined with rows of rough, wooden pallets and blankets as coarse as burlap. here, you were instructed to remain until summoned to serve, the harsh whispers of the overseers reminding you to act “rightly, obediently, silently,” words that had already begun to feel like a new set of shackles.

and so, life in the palace of the king of curses was like treading on eggshells, and you had learned early on (after losing the contents of your stomach several times, watching brutal executions) that to speak out, or draw attention was a risk. one that could end with chains, or worse.

yet today, as you walked the winding corridors, a commotion caught your ear, and you had slung your basket on one hip — peering around the corner. you had turned to see katsuro, gentle and quiet, being held roughly by two guards, his slight frame no match for the iron grip of their clawed hands. one of the guards was sneering down at him, his expression gleefully cruel. poor katsuro was only two winters younger than you, and hardly built for the life of a warrior, rather a sweet and shy scholar.

"you made a mistake, little human," one guard hissed, his fangs bared in a twisted grin that would do his reflection in the mirror no favours at all, "sukuna demands perfection, and you will learn the price of failure."

katsuro's face had gone pale, his dark eyes wide with fear and you could see his hands trembling, most likely mirroring your own at the moment. it was not fair, the 'mistake' had been minor, a missed steps in the protocol for cleaning the great hall for the evening's feast. you were certain that sukuna was too busy terrorising the weak and bathing in blood to notice that the wrong number of lanterns had been strung up.

driven by something reckless within you, you stepped forward before you could think better of it.

"wait!" your voice rang out, catching the guard’s attention. their eyes fixed on you, surprised at the audacity, and your heart pounded in your chest.

they were probably excited that instead of one human to torture, they would get two.

but you stood firm, lifting your chin to meet their gaze, ignoring how your gut was working overtime to make you nauseous. "punishing him so harshly for a minor mistake — would that truly serve sukuna's purpose?"

the first guard narrowed his eyes at you. "and who are you to question his purpose?"

"i am not questioning it,” you tried to reply smoothly, carefully choosing your words like your life depended on it (because it did), “but rather, i’m considering it from his perspective. the king of curses values loyalty and productivity in his subjects, doesn’t he?"

you didn't quite appreciate how the guards were rolling their eyes in your one moment of courage, you just couldn't have anything around here.

"if the servants are in constant terror of the slightest mistake, they won’t be able to perform their duties effectively. fear is powerful, yes — but so is loyalty. if they feel a measure of mercy, they may serve him more willingly, rather than cowering with each step."

one of the guards’ brows lifted, as if you’d said something unexpected. the other, still doubtful, scowled. "and what would you know of sukuna's laws?"

you privately thought sukuna's laws would be quite simple. if it moves, beat it with a stick. if it moves again, let's grab a sword and hit it twice as hard.

"a great deal, actually,” you replied with a steady gaze, but with a lie basically dancing on your tongue. "every decision is weighed, every outcome calculated. a punishment too severe for a minor fault? it's…," you tried not to say stupid, "...wasteful. if katsuro is punished to the point of uselessness, that is one less pair of hands, and the workload falls heavier on the rest of us." you dared a glance around, noting a few other servants lingering, listening with furtive, hopeful expressions. "wouldn’t it be better to maintain strength among his servants? for his grander plans?"

frankly, you were just pulling words out of thin air. making things up and lying to such an extent that your mother would grab a bar of bitter soap and wash your mouth out. still, one had to be an opportunist to survive.

the guard holding katsuro faltered slightly, glancing at his companion. It was clear they weren’t accustomed to reasoning, and though they looked unimpressed, they were not entirely unmoved.

"fine," the taller guard growled, loosening his grip on katsuro with a snarl. "this one’s lucky you spoke for him. but if he slips up again, no clever words will save him."

with a final warning glare, the guards stalked off, leaving katsuro visibly shaken but unharmed. relief flooded you, and you could suddenly breathe again, and you moved to steady him, as his eyes glistening with gratitude.

"thank you," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

had you turned around and paid more attention to the shadows, you may have noticed the king of curses standing with all four arms crossed, biting the inside of his cheek. he never liked those guards anyway.

the morning air had been crisp, a rare light filtering through the stone walls of the estate as you were woken by unexpected news. you were...summoned? not to some distant hall or remote chamber of, but to the throne room — sukuna's command. the message itself was terse, and impossible to interpret, but you had been wrapped in a cloak and ushered out the door.

and there you stood, among three other summoned servants. each one pale and quiet with apprehensions as you gathered at the base of the throne's towering dias.

sukuna sat sprawled across his throne, two arms flat and still against the arms of the throne, and the other two holding his head up — as if this was the most boring task in the world. but his eyes, all four of them, scanned you and the others with a look of dull interest, and he almost seemed to sigh, rolling his eyes in open exasperation.

"so," he began, and his voice was a low and raspy tone, "you four are my new...personal attendants?" the king of curses leaned back, half-amused and half-irritated.

you felt a prickle of irritation beneath your skin at his obvious disdain, it was not like any of you had been gunning for the job anyway. but you held your tongue, reminding yourself that it was better to stay silent than risk having your sliced and pickled head served on a bloody platter for sukuna's morning snack. still, he noticed your reaction, his lips quirking into a slight smirk as he arched a brow.

"something to say, little servant?" and sukuna's tone dripped with mockery, as though he were daring you to speak.

"not at all, my lord," you replied, managing to keep your voice steady. "merely… adjusting to the honour of being here."

sukuna snorted, barely containing his amusement. "honour," he repeated, as if the word were a joke. "tell me, did they threaten you to get you here on time, or did you simply decide to be obedient today?"

you did not like this bad attitude, but frankly, you lacked three major things when it came to battling sukuna. an immortal soul, an array of weapons, and a spine. so you tamped it down, a faint, thin smile tugging at your lips. "i would have come either way, my lord. threats or no threats."

you would swear that his eyes glinted with a mix of surprise and interest, though he rolled his eyes again as if unimpressed. "spare me the heroics," he muttered. "i need obedience, not gallantry." he looked you over with a critical eye, his gaze lingering on you a moment longer than necessary. "and i have no use for someone who can’t keep up."

"what a shame that would be for me," you replied, the retort was sharp on your tongue before you could stop yourself. and you felt your heart coil up in fear once more, while you were certain your brain was chasing your tongue around with hammers.

sukuna's gaze narrowed, and a faint, fanged smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "careful, servant. i don’t particularly like attitude from those under me."

you dipped your head, averting your gaze just enough to keep from meeting his eyes directly, you didn't want to lose your lunch. "noted, my lord. i’ll be sure to remember that…if it pleases you."

for a moment, he merely looked at you, his expression inscrutable. then he let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent a shiver through you, something dangerous and thrilling laced in its depths. "very well, then,” he said at last, sounding almost amused. "if you’re so eager to please, you’ll start by attending me closely — very closely. i do like being pleased."

how crass.

you swallowed, catching his faint smirk as he dismissed you all with with a lazy wave of one lower hand, but not before he smiled at you. a cruel and wicked curve of his mouth, but it felt like the heat of a thousand suns. whatever game this was, he intended to play it with you — on his terms.

over the next following weeks, sukuna's summons became frequent and baffling, his demands were a tangle of trivial tasks and strange whims. he seemed to relish keeping you guessing, testing the limits of both your patience and your compliance.

he would call for you in the mornings to help arrange his robes — an affair in which you found yourself having to climb onto a small wooden box to even reach his shoulders, carefully smoothing the crimson and black fabric over the width of his frame. with his arms stretching out from every side, you had to manoeuvre and balance each fold with precise care. and sukuna just watched you intently, an amused smirk tugging at his red-wine lips as you struggled, muttering instructions that barely felt necessary.

yes, you knew how to tie a simple knot.

in the evenings, he’d request you make him tea — a task simple enough, but then he’d take his time to drink it. each sip was drawn out, his gaze occasionally sliding over to meet yours, one brow arched ever so slightly, a smug satisfaction radiating from his silence. he would take another long, slow sip, before turning back to the window, as you shifted your weight from foot to foot, wondering if it was acceptable to launch boiling water at the king of curses. just as a treat.

and then you had been summoned to his chambers to polish a set of blades that had seen their fair share of battles, surely the one that took the lives of your own village, and you shuddered. the blades were heavy, each one forged with a dark, tempered steel that seemed to drink in the dim candlelight. as you worked, your hand slipped, and the edge of one blade sliced through your skin, leaving a sharp, stinging pain and a line of red across your palm. you hissed under your breath, pressing the wound to your tunic as the blood quickly seeped through your fingers.

"stupid," came his voice from behind you, sharp and cold as steel itself. you turned to see sukuna watching, leaning against the doorway with an expression hovering between annoyance and satisfaction, as though your injury were just another way you’d managed to disappoint him, and now he could unleash his tongue upon you. "are you intent on making a mess of my things, or are you simply that clumsy?"

you opened your mouth to retort, a spark of irritation flaring, but bit it back, too exhausted to argue. "it’s just a scratch, my lord," you replied, though the blood was beginning to drip onto the rich furs sprawled across the floor. you quickly wrapped your hand in your sleeve to hide it, hoping to avoid further scorn.

but sukuna must have seen. he let out a low sigh, crossing the room in a few slow strides, and took hold of your wrist, and surprisingly, without a grip that would snap your bones. for a moment, he simply stared down at the cut, his four eyes narrowing with something that looked suspiciously like...regret.

"how ridiculous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, and with a curt wave, he pulled out a cloth from under the blades. but his hands were large, and searing with heat, as they held yours with a shocking deftness as he bandaged the cut.

you dared a glance up at sukuna, only to find his expression unreadable, his gaze focused intently on the task at hand. when he finally spoke, his voice had lost its usual harshness, his tone quiet, almost distant.

"try not to stain the rest of my furs with your carelessness next time," he said, though the words lacked their usual bite.

you wondered if it had finally happened, he'd really lost his mind. there had been no threats of disemboweling, no burning, no being trampled under horses while he ate peaches in the shade of his favourite tree (yes, his threats were that specific).

you murmured a huffed response, more of a mumble, suddenly feeling quite stifled. but sukuna's hands lingered on yours for just a moment longer than necessary, his gaze distant yet searching, as though seeing something he hadn’t expected. then the king of curses drew back, the walls you’d glimpsed in that moment quickly slamming back into place as he straightened, stepping away with a curt nod.

“just go, get some rest before you inconvenience me more," he muttered, barely looking at you now, his tone cool and dismissive. but for the first time, it seemed as though he were hiding something, something even he didn’t quite know how to name.

the air in sukuna's quarters was thick with the scent of burnt incense and faintly lingering smoke, a reminder of the battles he waged just hours ago. as you moved quietly about the room, collecting and folding the strewn garments, you glanced at him, sullen and seated on the edge of his bed. a dark, odious blood was seeping through the bandages wrapped tightly around his torso, three jagged wounds crossing his chest and back where the arrows had pierced. though the arrows were long removed, the gashes looked raw and angry, staining the linen with every breath he took.

sukuna noticed your stare, and with a small, reluctant grunt, he beckoned you over. "the bandages…" he muttered, voice heavy with fatigue but his tone demanding. "fix them, redress them. i don't need another healer bumbling over it."

you swallowed, nerves prickling as you gathered fresh cloth and approached him. you so hated wounds, and the sight of blood but it was better than seeing your own spilled for defying him. sukuna remained still, watching you through half-lidded red eyes, his body larger than life, his skin faintly gleaming in the dim light. but he leaned forward slightly, allowing you to reach the wound. with slow, careful hands, you unwrapped the old bandage, then pressed the clean cloth to his skin, feeling the solid warmth radiate from his chest, searing your fingertips with its intensity.

as you worked, wrapping the bandage around his vast, muscular torso, you did your best not to breathe, not with each breath of his matching the rise and fall of your own. and you tried to ignore how his eyes were flickering over you with an intensity that made your heart stammer.

when you finished, the king of curses didn’t move. instead, he brought his hand up, fingers grazing your chin as he tilted your face to meet his. and the pads of his fingers dug into the skin of your jaw.

"tell me…" he began, his voice low, each word a slow murmur. "do you see me as a monster?"

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, the words were lost to you. his hand remained firm on your chin, holding you in place as you searched his face — the high cheekbones, the strong jaw, each line and scar a mark of the warrior he was, of the warlord who had taken everything from you. you closed your eyes briefly, feeling the ghosts of flames from your village flicker in your memory.

"it’s… hard to forget what you did," you replied, your voice a whisper, yet steady. "it’s hard to forget that you burned down my village."

a flicker of something — anger, resignation — crossed his face. sukuna let out a long, quiet exhale, a shadow of bitterness touching his voice as he said, "a tiger cannot change its stripes. being a beast is in my nature. i am what i was made to be. you cannot expect elsewise from me, nor would i try to promise it to you."

you held his gaze, your heart beating harder. "i know that now."

his thumb brushed softly against your jaw, lingering. there was something dark and magnetic in his gaze, a glint of restrained hunger that sent a thrill through you, a pulse of awareness that you were crossing an invisible line. maybe someone had hit you on the head, messing with your cognitive awareness. he leaned forward, his face mere inches from yours, his breath warm against your skin as his two sets eyes dipped to your lips.

for one heart-stopping moment, you felt his mouth ghost near yours, a feather-light touch as though testing, hesitating. the world around you seemed to vanish, leaving only him, and his dangerous restraint.

but then, he drew back, jaw set as he tore his gaze away, his hand dropping from your face as though burned. he said nothing, his expression now closed, guarded, as if he, too, was reeling from whatever had just passed between you. you took a shaky step back, pulse racing, not daring to break the silence as you quickly left the room, with some false excuse of disposing of the old bandages (you were going to ask someone else to do it for you).

sukuna's attention had grown increasingly overt, his dark gaze trailing you with a possessive weight whenever you entered the throne room or crossed his path in the vast, torch-lit corridors of his palace. whispers fluttered among the other servants, the concubines, and the court. it was impossible (and almost embarrassing) to ignore the quiet looks and questioning glances they cast your way.

still, a demon could never be expected to be patient forever, and he had sought you out, appearing in the corridor as you were preparing to leave his chambers. his large hand moved to your waist in a firm, claiming gesture, pulling you to him without hesitation, as though he was unbothered by the curious stares around him. you briefly wondered at how just one arm could snap your spine in half, but his touch was almost...fragile.

"you’ve intrigued me," he murmured, his eyes blood-red, glinting as they locked onto yours. "in a way no other has. why do you deny this?" his tone was brusque, but you would have lied if you had said you did not find satisfaction in the way his voice had a snapping plea buried in it.

but sukuna's cruelty was an undeniable part of him; every scar he bore and every command he uttered reminded you of the power he wielded and the danger that simmered just beneath his surface, one that could ravish nations and empire-states. anger, fear, attraction — they were tangled so tightly together you could scarcely tell them apart.

"am i meant to be flattered?"

sukuna chuckled, a low, dangerous sound that resonated through you. "so i am a monster, am i not?" he murmured, his tone almost teasing, yet a sharp intensity flared in his eyes. he leaned close, his face inches from yours, his voice a gravelly whisper. "a monster who could crush you, break you, make you kneel if i so desired…"

you swallowed, fighting the quickening of your breath, but held his gaze, your words biting. "then why don’t you?"

for a moment, he seemed almost stunned, his eyes searching your face. slowly, sukuna reached out, and with an uncharacteristic tenderness, the king of curses had tentatively placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle line along your jaw, just as it had done all those weeks ago. "because," he murmured, "you’re the only one i’m compelled to protect."

your heart slammed in your chest, every part of you at war, caught between terror and something far more dangerous, a yearning that he, and only he, seemed able to awaken. he drew you closer, his lips brushing over your temple, voice barely a whisper, rough and unguarded.

"don’t you see?” he continued, his tone softer, aching, and you wondered if the king of curses would ever deign to beg. "it’s you i crave, you who won’t bow so easily. and i…” he exhaled, as though he had to fight against his very being to snap out the words, "find myself undone."

the intensity in his gaze was pulling you in, daring you to come closer, to test the fire you’d spent so long resisting, the fire that you had long been ghosting your fingers over, letting it lick your fingers. you could feel your pulse thrumming as sukuna drew nearer, his towering form casting a shadow that made you feel both caged and protected.

"you do realise," he murmured, voice a deep rumble, "that i’ve thought of this — of you — every night."

your breath hitched as his words sank in, and you attempted a weak laugh, faint in the air, "your enemies would kill to see you so undone."

one of his hands brushed up your back, pulling you closer, aligning your body with his in a way that left no space between you. with another arm, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze, his red eyes dark, "i would kill my enemies if they ever laid their eyes on you, in a way that i did not decree."

sukuna's breath was warm against your lips as he leaned down, inch by torturous inch, his mouth hovering just above yours, and you could see the light refract from his pearly fangs, "you have no idea the restraint it’s taken to hold back from this."

and his lips brushed against yours, just a whisper of contact, but enough to ignite something within you. and then, as if some unspoken barrier shattered, his mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was searing and fierce, pouring all his pent-up longing into that single moment. he moved with raw intensity, his mouth firm, demanding, yet achingly tender as he explored every inch of your lips, making you gasp with the force of it, stoking a heat lower within you.

you felt his two remaining arms circle you, anchoring you securely against his chest as he deepened the kiss, pressing you firmly to him. his fingers splayed across your back, drawing you impossibly closer, and you realised with a shiver that you liked the way he held you — possessive, unrelenting, as if he’d never let go.

and so, though you'd never admit it, you melted into him, your hands reaching up to grasp his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath his robes. his lips moved with a rhythm that left you breathless, his kiss filled with a heat that left you weak, pliant in his arms. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and half-lidded, a soft, dangerous smile curving his mouth.

"you’re mine," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and filled with an almost reverent awe. and this time, you leaned up to catch his mouth, enjoying that for the first time in written history, the king of curses had purred.

[wintersera]

Can you make a fic about vampire!karina? Her fangs in supernova mv got me dizzy😵‍💫

not so much of a fic but maybe a short little imagine/drabble thingy? cause yk yuh eslayyy

tw: blood 😰

anyways she looks like a little brat here it’s actually driving me a little insane CAUSE HOW DOES SHE LOOK SO CUTE WHEN SHES WREAKING HAVOC IN THE STREETS (and in the sheets ifykwim)😭

the typa vampire girlie to be so desperate to feed on reader bc shes so pretty and shes so so hungry ;;

lets say one day you woke up in the middle of the damn night, had a singular thought- the thought being explore the forest, at what? 2am. what a great idea 😭

so you prepared essentials in a backpack; some food, water bottle, a torch, lighter, batteries and thats about it.

you weren’t too big of a believer in the supernatural, you thought the concept of it was cool yk, warewolves and vampires- all that interesting stuff that you’d see in movies and books. obviously all that stuff was fake, so really, coming across a vampire wasn’t on your list of ‘what to do and encounter at a forest’. and now you’re aimlessly wondering around in the butt fuck of nowhere ignoring the obvious signs as to why your ass should NAWT be in the fucksss forest at this ungodly hour. you could’ve chosen any other time but naaurrr,,,

anyways, as you were strolling around without a care in the world, you heard the snap of a twig and something rustling around in the bushes. it could be a bear, or a man… the idea of that was worse by tenfold.

was the right option run back home and go back to sleep, yes! did you do it? NO, you know what you did? move towards the bushes… any reasoning? “what if its a cat? the cat distribution system could be in my favour today” :]

WRONG.

out from the bushes came a pretty tall girl. she bared her teeth at you, a clear warning so you could back up before anything bad happened. yet you stood there observing her instead. ngl you were pretty terrified none the less, pretty girl with sharp fangs that could rip through your skin. you were convinced she wasn’t real, maybe she was a hallucination??? idk bro maybe you were on shrooms or something.

“what are you doing here all alone in the woods pretty girl?”

tbh you were pretty shocked to the point of not being able to talk, so you stood there.

“aww too scared to speak? that’s okay, come with me” she grabbed your hand, grip pretty tight since she didn’t know how strong she really was. now all of a sudden you’re in an empty cabin log “dont be alarmed but… im hungry- can i get a bite? just a little. i promise i’ll only drink a little” you thought this was a big ass lie but let her bite you :( she’s so hungry.

her sharp fangs pierce into your neck, moaning at how good you taste. she couldn’t help but to embrace you as she was savouring your blood. the pain only lasted for a mere second before your body was engulfed in warmth, you thought that maybe you were gonna pass out but you were fine. i guess she figured out how nervous you were, your body tense and everything?!?2)2! she pulled back “i’m sorry did it hurt too much? it’s okay i can make it feel better” kissing your neck and whispering how happy you made her “i’ll return the favour” trailing bloody kisses from your neck down, to your collarbone and further down. ngl you thought it was pretty hot at how messy and how inexperienced she was at this. her hands would be all over you at first, on your tits mostly playing with them through you clothes “feel any good…? c-can i still taste you?” you nod hesitantly, but it did feel good though!

maybe because you were her first victim, she didn’t know what in the hells she was doing :,( obviously as a new vampire spawn she was trying her very best to make you feel good after she fed off of you. ripping your clothes off with ease, she wasted no time :] she made sure that every inch or your body felt good— leaving bloody stains wherver she kissed you, yes shes a messy eater 😭 the blood is all over her mouth leave her be-

after a long time of being kissed and having your boobs played with, she finally takes off your panties- soaked ofc! and blushes at you, looking up with her darkened puppy eyes,, awww how cute ;; you give her a slow nod and she just goes for it. so desperate and needy to make you feel good, she wouldn’t be lying if biting you made her so turned on. she fr eats you out like you were her last ever meal on earth 😊 like she gets so pussy drunk, lapping up all your juices, sucking and licking your clit so harshly earning a whimper from you.

she just thinks you taste so good,, your blood, your pussy? her heads spinning from your scent,, ouh girl she’s feeling dizzy, but that only drives her more insane. gripping onto your thighs, digging her nails into them. she wants more- moaning loudly as she continues to eat you out vigorously, her tongue circling around your clit so fast that it brings you to tears- are you sure she’s inexperienced bc this feels way too good “mmmhf is.. is this good? does your pussy feel good pretty girl?” that sentence alone brings you towards your climax- thighs squeezing together, essentially trapping her inbetween your legs 🫣🫣

so know if you’re ever feeling bored, you’d know where to go to find a certain specific desperate vampire waiting for you in the log cabins at 3am 🤩

IGNORE IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEEKKKK 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[sukioyakio]

𝐒𝗂ᥣ𝖾𐓣𝗍 𝐖α𝗍𝖼ɦ𝖾𝗋

Paring: Sukuna ryoman (Heian) xServant fem!reader

An: Here is part three of this series and hope y’all like and this one will be longer than the last one.I had my bestie on a call helping with me on this,background mc baby!!Also a familiar character will be showing up in the part.

Taglist: @lil-annonie @mxrgodsstuff @scoobysnakz

@eravariety

@totallygyomeiswife

@chilichopsticks

@mononijikayu

GO HELP THIS FAMILY IN NEED To get out the war

Word count:6,612

Pev|<Pev||<- ->Next?

Uraume looks at you with a stern expression as they watch you bowing your head down at them with respect and honor. They come up to you,beginning to talk.

“Listen here,(____) I need you to comfort his lord while I’m out with Ms June for supplies for his lord Meal.” They said. Now continuing on

“Give lord Sukuna a massage.I’ve promise him that I’ll do it but I’m currently working on something else for the moment” They said with authority and strictness tone,their eyes with filled with coolness in them.

During the time of that you see June giving you an apologetic look which you shook your head slowly and gently let out a sigh.

“Of course master Uraume . . . I’ll do my part” You spoke in a calm voice,giving uraume and June a unfazed expression. Uraume nods in approval, satisfied with your response. "Good," they say. "He's in a foul mood, but you know how to handle him better than most."

June looks relieved, grateful that you've agreed to do the task. "Thank you," she murmurs softly. "I'm really sorry you have to do this."

You give her a reassuring smile, silently telling her that it's alright. Uraume steps back from the door, gesturing for you to enter the room.

Uraume hummed in satisfaction and start to walk the opposite direction of where you standing.As they called in June with a stern voice.

June walking quickly behind before looking at you mouthing the words ‘im sorry’ again before she goes to join with uraume.

You opening the door and walked inside the room;Talking a big breath in and letting it out. While closing the door behind you. The room completely dark not a single light source on in his majesty room.

You have done this before many times yet everything you do take care of his lord it always makes you scared in sense of the reminder of your love one cry’s ringing in your head and his presence makes you completely shut down in the voice department.

“Lord Sukuna…?I’m here.. under uraume place.” You announced quietly as you grab the wall near you to make keep you steady on your foot,of the room.To at least find a torch in order to see in this filthy dark space.

The room is thick with shadows, its darkness so complete that it's almost tangible. The air is heavy with the scent of Sukuna's presence, a mixture of blood, sweat, and a subtle hint of something more sinister.

You feel your way along the wall, searching for a torch or some other source of light to break through the oppressive darkness. After a few moments, you finally find a torch tucked away in the corner of the room.

You pick up the torch and light it with a strike of a flint, and suddenly the room is engulfed in a soft orange glow. Your heart banging against your chest like a drummer,as you froze from fear but through It doesn’t show up on your face.

His lord standing in front of you;Looking down at you with unreadable gaze his red eyes glowing with the soft glow of the orange fire.Even though there no emotion in his eyes you could feel that his glazes down at you with predator shining through his eyes.

You instantly find that he wasn’t wearing his robe on.He was just half naked with his four arms crossed.

He kept a steady stare with you before grumbling and moving away from you.He use one of his hands to run through his pink hair.As he growls lowly.

“how many times do I have to tell that fucking punk I dont need to be watched by anyone” He muttered as you heard the sound that seemed like his lord bed.

Sukuna plops down on his bed and lets out a frustrated huff. The four arms are still crossed as he scowls at the ceiling. You walk closer to him, holding the torch to give some light to the room.

He glances at you for a moment, his red eyes locking onto yours. "What the fuck are you peasant here for," he spits out, his voice laced with annoyance but tinged with a touch of exhaustion.

You clear up your throat,and keep your heart beating calm as possible.You don’t glance into his lord eyes and instead look at the torches flames.You could hear that his lord was exhausted but also annoyed. Keeping a steady yet quiet firm voice. “Would you like.. a massage Your majesty” You said professional and quiet.Your eyes analyzing the flames,watching the flames flicker through the air like tiny sparks,the shiny blue flowing through the fire.

The first thing you should be doing is lighting all the torches in his lord room.And you might do that before you give him a massage.

Sukuna grunts in acknowledgement, his irritation still evident. “You better do it right” he grumbles. He shifts into a more comfortable position on the bed, his four arms spread out.

As you start lighting the other torches around the room, he watches you with a sidelong glance. His eyes flick over your form, taking in the way you move around the room. There's an intensity in his gaze, but his expression remains unreadable.

Once you're done lighting the torches, the room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow. You return back to his lord,your feet steps making the only sound of his majesty room.The room was encased with all his lord treasures and his travels.Paintings drawn and painted with his face each one sort of telling a tale that you wouldn’t dare ask him.Gold rings displayed in a box and multiple luxury pieces his room large enough and tall enough to fit a whole dinner feast.

You lay on the edge of his bed,seeing his back in view as he sitting on bed. You could see all of his back tattoos on display,You quickly hurried up and started to begin to do the massage on his back.You silently moved towards his body to find a more comfortable position to do it.

Sukuna feels your touch on his back, his muscles tensed under your hands. He lets out a low grumble as you settle into a comfortable position.

"Hurry it up," he growls, his voice rough and impatient. Despite his tone, he doesn't move away from you. Instead, he remains still, allowing you to start working on his tight muscles.

His skin is warm under your fingertips, and each touch of your hands makes the tattoos on his back shift slightly.

You begin to knead and press into the tense muscles of Sukuna's back, feeling the knots and tension under your touch. You start at the base of his spine and work your way slowly upwards, applying pressure with your fingertips and working the muscles with your thumbs.

Sukuna seems to relax a little under your touch, his growls and mutterings turning into an occasional sigh of relief. He keeps himself still, his body gradually loosening under your hands.

After a 50 minutes or so minutes of massage his lord,your arms were arching in pain from having to constantly moving your hands to breaking his knots from all four of his shoulder and large back muscles.

You were wondering how long is master uraume going to make this meal for him.You were going to ask him if there anything else’s he need. Just for you to relax your arms. That until the suspense of air is finally gone when his lord speak up after a long break of silence.

“Do mine feet next” He commanded,Turning his head over his shoulder ruby eyes glancing down at you.You nodded at his request;immediately getting off his lord bed and onto the floor positioning yourself ready to start massaging Sukuna feet’s.

(That motherfucker Sukuna is fucking 8’5 feet that is his accurate height in Japan culture 💀 bro he don’t even wear shoes in the manga 🤢 those feet’s are THE dirtiness feet of the wicked west.I wouldnt touch those fuckers at all,ps in this story his 7,1)

His body turn completely around now sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs now laying down on the ground.Your hands extend out for his feet to rest against,his feet’s lay on your hand;your head looking down at the ground.Your eyes unable to see him as you were doing your duty from your position you wouldn’t be able to see anything from his lord bed expect the floor.

And then your here for another 10 minutes massaging his feet,with every moment you do is perfectly calculate to fit his lord wants.Your hands stop aching but now it your fucking legs and neck that are starting to ache.You wonder how the hell does master uraume find massaging his lord is fun,or enjoyable.

At that some points you wonder if death is better then living with this fucking monster.Then again every human is afraid of death and that implies with you.

And so here you are massaging his lord foot while zoning off onto la-la land talking in your mind about how you’ll answer some impossible questions in your mind. During the time of you doing his lord foot work,They was an intruder making a disruption inside of Sukuna palace.As they walk carefree and with each walk they carry themself with confidence.This intruder has already killed two of the servants for testifying against him,not bothered to clean it up.Instead walking towards Sukuna chambers.

!Bang!

The door kicked open creating a loud commotion that echoed through the palace.Making you jump slightly from your position,instead looking the way where that person was doing. Whoever it was;they definitely had the courage to do that,thinking that they wouldn't get killed by lord Sukuna.Not only their actions was disrespectful.

Then a male voice was heard coming inside lord Sukuna chamber,they feets walking with confidence.

Sukuna didn’t even budged from the loud noise.He just simple looked at the figure who dared come into his chamber.He knew that no human would try to make a entrance like that in his palace without knowing the consequences for it.

“Sukunaaa! Guess who came around to see you!?”It was a male voice,rather speaking in a cheerful way despite having no manners toward your lord.You couldn’t see him from your position but you could see his feet but that didn’t matter as you quietly continued on his request.

And hoping that master uraume would be here already.

“Kenjaku….” Sukuna matter as his crossed his arms.The lord anger seem to be calm down slightly but not all the way.One pair of his fours eyes looking at him with disgust and annoyance.

‘So his lord know who this man is?….’ You assume in your mind,still continuing your duty and not moving your head.

The male feet walking towards your lord direction was loud and clear for you.Sukuna glances down and up at kenjaku with disgust,rather questioning about his presence.

“What the fuck you want..” the king of curses grumbles with a stern look on his face his lips not moving a bit at all. As kenjkua flops down right next to Sukuna.Not giving a simply fuck about his lord personal space or any rules in fact.

Without any caution the king of curses fire off a little bit of curse engery making a littler more simple version of his dismantle.Without rising much of his fingers to do it,as if it was a dust particles that which he erase the existence.

Swoosh

That noise made your body completely tensed,but what made your eyes pupil dilated in fear,pain? You didn’t exactly know yet.But one thing for sure is that Your life will never be normal ever.

Your head slightly raised up as you saw it. The man body cut into half;organs oozing out from the male body,the cut sliced the torso in half.Blood dripping multiple gallons from the body and onto his lord bed,damping Sukuna bed sheet even more.

The testicle jangling off his body like a leaf. This was the first time you saw a human organs.But what shocked you was how that man was healing it like it was nothing.

Your heart pumping blood all over your body;The sound of your heart beating against your chest,your stomach organs turning and changing.

It disgusts you that there people who have such extraordinary abilities but use it for evil,As you quickly removed your eyes off the male before your stomach try to make you throw up all of your food inside of you. As you were silently huffing out breathe,Gulping down your fear or matter of fact any expression.

Sukuna silently glances at you with one of his lower eyes as watching you silently,seeing your expression.He found your expression amusing just like anyone he killed before,but your was lanced with afraid-ness but also partly disgusted. Nonchalantly returned his glaze to Kenjaku,seeing how he was restoring himself with reverse curse technique.

“Ahh you dont miss your own buddy?” Kenjaku question with Mocking tone of voice,while lifting an eyebrow,in amusement.His body reparing his upper torso as he used RCT.

Kenjaku wasn’t even bothered by that fact Sukuna cut him,In fact he was rather used to it.Kenjaku didn’t give a single fuck about Sukuna presence or his status,ok maybe he does care a bit about his status .He was simply here to make sure that he could not get bored,even curses get bored of killing and living though the years.

Kenjaku eyes looking at the woman who was holding Sukuna feet,seemingly doing a massage,But he closely looked at you,and notices you have sort of vibe that made you attractive to him that what he says. But your just like any type of trash in his eyes so it didnt matter about you,you'll just die either way. And then a sly little grin appear on his lips before talking.Sukuna eyes brow furrowed down slightly in a question as he watch kenjaku expression.

“Well,well,well-What a beautiful lady you have here.How about you could do me a massage as well,huh?” Kenjaku announces in a very calm almost friendly tone.His eyes staring down at you making holes into you.

Almost too friendly,it wouldn't work on you and he should know that,someone like you who have seen nothing but darkness it gets hard to see what is really the light in days.But as a servant and someone who has respect,you show that man some manners,instead of ignoring people like always.

And you finally look up at the man to see him and the man look roughly in it mid 30 years old.He has some scars stitching on his forehead. But even the king himself is older than him how could he possibly know his lord.

’A question you’ll won’t ask’

The exact moment You watched him removed the stiches on his forehead slowly undoing his stitches to showed what a true monster he was,just like your lord… it was just a god awful sight,with the combine of seeing organs,It a disgusting sight for even yourself.

The sight of a brain with eyes and mouths,a total nightmare fuel.As soon as you were glancing at it,its lips turned slightly upward into a smirk.The male body was drooling from it mouth;eyes rolling up like he was some sort of doll.

Sukuna has seen this multiple times already it not even new.Kenjaku was always the type to show off his disgusting curse technique to humans.So he just huff out.

“Ah..It been so long since I’ve let my head get some air” Kenjaku spoke in a casual voice as if it was normal thing to do.You saw how the mouth of the brain was moving.

The brain was him. And it kills you that your were in front of your lord because right now your trying to hold in the throw up that try to travel up your throat and disgust look that dare try to appears on your face.

“How about you massage my brain aye?So com-” He asked with a grin on his lips,Completely not caring about Sukuna staring with a hard,fixed gaze.

Sukuna Interprets him.

“And who the hell said your allowed to use my servants for your enjoyment,Dumb fuck” Sukuna tone was rather harsh and cold.With his unreadable expression painted on his face.As his blood like eyes,Galring intensely at kenjaku but if you look closely he was fucking bothered and annoyed by him.

kenjuka scoff it off like nothing.

You quickly stop staring at them and return looking at the floor,and returning to doing your job and doing his right foot.

‘Where the heck are master uraume and June at,At this point I’ll dead from this….It been like two hours already’ You said in your head.

“Aww but your lord it only one massage im asking for? Would you be willing to help a cursed out,huh?”

And the ideas of helping him this man message that body would probably be worse than being called to be in charge to take care of sukuna.

Sukuna sarcastically chuckle deeply,His laugh rumble through out his throat,echoing through the room and hallways.

“with death that is,that I’ll help with,If anything I’m more gladly to fucking cut you into thousands of pieces” Sukuna reply icy cold voice,If anything his lord sounded more harsher than before.

Sukuna stares at him with a death stare that would have scared any human being and man but this man isn’t exactly normal to begin with anyway.

And Then he removed his glaze from kenjaku to you,red orbs staring intently at you.

‘Why is he looking at me?Did I do something wrong?’ And these thoughts were repeated

‘Is it because im massaging to weak’

‘Or not hitting the good spot?’

As you continue diligently massaging his foot, unable to tear your gaze away from the gruesome sight in front of you for too long, you can feel his lord's glare locked onto you.

His intense gaze is a bit different from his usual stern look. It's as if he's watching you specifically; his eyes piercing into you like daggers, studying your every move. You sense a touch of annoyance in his glare, and something else underneath.

And you instantly rememorize that stare. That same stare he gave to your mother.

Enjoyment of killing life as if we were just ant to him for his own selfish benefits.

It definitely made thousands of thought ran through your head,but all of them lead to-

’run away from him,get away as far as possible,Run from him, this monster’

Your soul and mind were ready to to flight or fight but the same wasn’t said with your body it felt like you couldn’t move forward or backwards.It like it just silently obeyed whatever his words were. Not a damn heart beat was heard from your body,nor a single breathe broken out.

He eyes moved from your body,and to kenjaku,as he kicked you like nothing,hurting your stomach even if it would be worse than that it still hurted you.His kick made move you from your original stance,grunting quietly in pain.

To Kenjaku it wasn’t like Sukuna was being harsh on you,It wasn’t a hard kick either but he forgets that humans are such pathetic creatures who are so weak that they can’t handle a simple kick.

Kenjaku eyes looked down at you just like his lord,but he eyes held nothing but complete disinterested and bored look.His eyes judge you like an animal in a zoo. Sukuna voiced was loud and clear.

“Get out of my chambers now,before I’ll get rid of you” He says with a heavy authority coming in his voice. Before his face scrunches up in disgust of the thought of having to deal with a dead body in his own chambers;the stench of the dead body and the blood running through his floor yea he wouldn’t mind it if it anywhere else.

But he would rather a place that doesn’t have a stench of nasty fucking rats.Rotting up in his own chamber.

You didn’t need to be told twice to get away from his sight. Your body moves faster to the door than ever.Running to the door as you hear the noise of what seems like the other male laughing in mockery.Once you were out of his lord chamber you continue your way towards the servant pantry To relax the pain in your stomach.You walk through the long e’ tall dark hallways.They could be definitely give someone a nightmare walking through especially at night.

Your remember these hallways from the back of your mind.His lord has very advanced senses so he could hear about everything and you knew that long ago when you were younger and completely saw a servant being killed with a simple gush of wind and that why you say quiets when your near his chamber to not dispute Rule.6.

As you huff and puff holding your stomach close to you,Sukuna body is twice your body and size so anything he would do is twice the amount of pain your feeling.

The only thing that echoes the hallways is your heavy breathing and foot steps.It was already dark out side,and there was an horrific smell coming from the entrance but you weren’t in any kind mood of to go get rid of the smell,as you continue your journey to the pantry/dorm.

Later that night June came by rushing to you,with a big smile on her lips,as she jumps right next that her bed.Saying that master uraume gave her a reward for being very helpful today.She added with showing the little ring in her pinky to you with such a radiant smile.The ring look as if it was made of cheap materials but you wouldn’t be the one to ruin her mood.As You tried to not look in pain and just gave her a gentle smile and thumbs up. And as if she was the worlds best detective,her eyes brows narrow down in confusion as you already knew that she was going to ask until you actually answered her question.

"Are you okay?" June asked, her eyes narrowing in concern.

You tried to maintain an unfazed expression nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine," you replied, your voice betraying a hint of pain.

She didn't seem convinced, her gaze unwavering. "Are you sure? You look like you're in a lot of pain," she said gently.

Your tightening your jaw as you rolled your eyes.Crossing your arms around your stomach as you stare at June. “..yes I’m alright June” You responded back with a forced smile. June expression changed into showing concern to full on seriousness.You notice it quickly that she was thinking because her eyesbrows were furrowed down.As you tried to catch your words but she starts talking. “Oh my god…”She whispered with her eyes widen in fear with a mixture of concern.You shut your eyes and deeply let a sigh out of your chest.

“He harmed you. . . Didn’t he” June whisper again.Her warm finger placed on your shoulder making you slightly flinch as you politely removed her hand from your shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it,. .Your a kid now so don’t worry about me”You chimed in,Your (e/c) stare at June hazelnut color with trustfulness.

‘Plus it not like I have any powers to hurt him just like he did to me . . If only you knew that I already loss the battle to continue with have any hope of living’ you murmured so lowly,knowingJune wouldnt hear you. She’ll be to focus on the fact that you were hurt.

June's eyes widened even further, her concern deepening as she processed your words. She shook her head slowly, a mixture of disbelief and dismay clouding her expression. "But he shouldn't be harming you at all,if-if..if you did your job properly" she protested quietly.

You removed one of your arms from your embrace to stroke her beautiful black hair softly as you quietly reminded her that she’ll need to be strong for herself.Hoping that you still have your mothers wonderful ways of being empathy and understanding.

‘She just 15 years old,(___)’ you reminded yourself that for someone her age shouldn’t even be here,or having to experience labor but instead enjoy her life as a teenager.

June leaned into your gentle touch, her eyes closed as if trying to engrave the moment in her memory. Your comforting gesture seemed to have a soothing effect on her, calming her worries and fears, if only for a brief moment.

She let out a soft sigh, opening her eyes to meet yours, and a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "Okay.." She whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. The night sky glowing it beautiful stars lights,The room was tiny but it was able to fit you and June in.As the lights of the rooms turned off and the candles that were on were the only thing lighting up the room with it orange glow.

As you sat down on the edge of the your bed,in comfortable silence, the moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching the dorm room of which you were in.

June's head snapped towards the door, her eyes wide with trepidation. "Who is it?" she whispered urgently as she clutched onto your arm, her fingers digging into your flesh.You winced silently from her finger nails digging into you.

As the door opened and to discover that it was master uraume standing there looking at you attentively.And that fact made June stop clenching down on your arm,and let it slide down to your laps.

They walked into the room advancing towards you with a stern face yet it lanced with a sort of sympathy.Maybe your becoming delusional from the kick that it making you see things that don’t exist.

June being the first one to say something.” Good night Master uraume,is there anything you need?” She questioned as she quietly bowed her head down as you did the same thing as she did.

Uraume simply shook her head,before turning her glaze to you.”I need to speak to (____) privately” They said coldly and it made June feel confused about it but doesn’t say anything about it. You nod as you stand up slowly,and biting down your lips to bite down a whimper or groan. You followed uraume out the down. They close the door and let out a sigh before rubbing their nose bridge once more. “I am very grateful for you doing your duty today as a substitute for me but-“ They paused briefly looking at you closely watching your expression,seeing if there any specific expression to see on your face but non existent expression on your face was there.As they continued on their speech.

Little did they know you were having thousand of thoughts about what you did wrong.

“I’m completely sorry for what you had to endure being with that fucking disrespectful scum bag (Kenjaku)while you were doing your duty.”They said with an eye twitch coming off their face,which personally shocked you that master uraume would ever curse like that.Returning from reality you were quick to shake your head slowly mutter ‘you really don’t need to’

They hum in respond and you thought that was just it and started to walked towards your dorm room but Then they called your name more once again but with more seriousness. “Are you hurt by any chance,you seemed to be sluggish with your body flunet. . . I might help with it” They offered nonchalantly staring at your figure and you turned your head around to stare at them for a few seconds before nodded in agreement.Now fully turning your body back to uraume’s view as they walked more towards you before they are close enough that you could feel their clothes touching yours. As they extend their arms out and place it above a few centimeters of your stomach.

That cause you to tense up quickly.As you couldn’t see what master uraume was doing to you.they was performing RTC on your body. But after a few passing seconds your stomach pain is gone and it made your shoulder relax for a bit.As Uraume brings back there hand back to the side. Uraume looks at you with a deep glint in there eyes.

“You see I can’t afford losing another one of my well performed servants too quickly,So,keep doing your job as far as I know and I’ll only do this two times. . . Good night Ms (___)” They announce with a quiet voice full with no such thing of comfort.Making you feel forever own to them and his lord.

Right after they said those words they just walked off and you were there standing with their words being replayed. You choked down a tear and closed your eyes and took a deep breath and let it out.

Now walking back to your dorm room and seeing that June sleeping on your bed,making you remember your best friend words once again.

’I always wanted us to be free from this nightmare,so we can finally have that freedom and happiness we deserve’

Those words rang in your head.Having your hands clenching down tightly,as you shake off those thoughts and sadness out your mind.

You quietly blows off the candles.

You changed into the simple sleepwear provided for servants of the lord, its plain fabric feeling rough against your skin. As you climbed into the small, hard bed, the worn sheets doing little to offer comfort. Exhausted from the day's events, your body felt heavier than usual, and your mind refused to rest.

Every time you closed your eyes, images of Sukuna's harsh eyes and Master Uraume's cold words flashed through your thoughts. It seemed you wouldn't be getting much sleep tonight.But within a hour or two your body completely shut off and you went to sleep.

After that day,you only seemed to be more called for petty chores or by master uraume to clean up any bloody mess.

Either the only one you found that was fun in your terms is doing the laundry.It honestly the only chore that doesn’t have you stop and discontinue it for another petty reason;it the chore where you could be calm and collected your mind or sing quietly without being suffocated.

But Today it wasn’t laundry day for you to do,it was gardening day.Where you and four others servants have to cut any of the over grown grass and bushes with delicately hands,or else punishment.Which not only was today a horrible day for it to do the garden thing since the clouds were already showing it dark shade of black.

It started thundering,making it much harder to deal with the bush that were constantly moving around with the flow of the hard winds.

Usually the garden is the only place out of the whole palaces that was covered with greenery and has a midsize pound with fishes of whatever type and yet it has the largest section of place that comes completely five in the largest room is the palace.

You were hurrying up to finish your sections of the garden and get inside the palace.You felt bad for the four other servants one of them being in their mid 50’s.

You couldn’t do anything but pray for them to get inside before the horrible weather got to them.You were completely sweating your ass out here;even if it was windy it didn’t help you with how fast you had to move to get this section done you’ll just end up sweating either way.

‘I should be finished in about five minutes’ You spoke in your head while cutting this bushes perfectly done.

During the time of that matter His lord wasn’t having a wonderful day,He just quite annoyed with everything.He had killed three of his concubine’s and Two servants. All of which he didn’t give a single fuck about.

The king of curses,was in a bad mood today;Sukuna doesn’t know what caused it.Could be that fucking loser of a curse Kenjaku coming here and killing his servants and not cleaning his own mistakes.Making his lord sensitive nose smell the stench of mortals rats blood.

Today was the day where the most painfully pathetic people come to his palace to ‘worship’ him and give them help for their villages problems.In which he has half the mind to actually listening to them.But he plays along with it,it something he enjoys doing.

Play with the humans,trick them into thinking that he was even listening to half the bullshit,and when they ask for his powers he was says yes just to see that pathetic face light up,just for him to laugh darkly at the mere thought of helping peasants like them.

And right that moment it where he enjoys being king,hearing the cry’s of mercy are like Christmas rings lighting up a candle,god it was entertaining seeing how many of there faces are starting to appear more ugly than before.

But what made him more angry then usual meeting was this one,there was a sorcerer in the crowd that he recklessly didn’t sense their curse energy. So while he was smirking at the pathetic little rats crying for mercy and this and that.

One of them in the crowd threw a cursed tool at his chest,making it through his body.Within seconds the crowds get quiet and start shaking some pleading again but more quietly.

It when Sukuna sense his blood dripping but also the curse energy of the bastard.Making his jaw clench in frustration and annoyance.

He stand up from his throne and sway one of his four arms to the side,ending everyone in the room effortlessly with his dismante.

His red eyes full with fluming annoyance.His face concealing his anger expression As it was case in a stern look.he walks out pulling out the small sword that dare land on him.

Now walking towards the hallway with a trial of blood following his every step.He already knew that uraume would have something to say about it. You were back inside the palace walking inside the hallways as you walk by the throne room,to notice that June was walking with a mop and a bucket in hand and you have a feeling of what she was gonna do was something that would take a little longer than a usual task.Everything here isn’t a usual task at all.Either are normal days we’re here.

You stood there in the hallway,staring attentively at June figure noticing that she was slightly shaking from her hands.You quickly called her name out,instantly getting her attention as now she walks faster towards you.

As June reached you, she stopped in front of you, panting softly. Her eyes darted around anxiously, as if expecting someone or something to jump out at any moment.

"What's wrong?" you asked nonchalantly but your voice laced with a hint of concern.

June took a deep breath before speaking. "They have me assigned to clean in the throne room…but I heard it was a clean already.." she said, her voice low and shaky.Clearly have been told by someone else to go clean of what happened inside the throne room.

You nodded in response,confusion written on your face before returning into it casual unfazed expression.As you silently walked towards the throne room and opened the door to see what she might be doing.The smell that hit you was so strong and horrific but the sight was just as intense as it was the smell of it.

It was like a blood bath,with multiple body’s slipping blood onto eachother. You could instantly imagine hearing the cry’s of these poor souls.you heard June foot steps coming towards you and then her body frozen from the sight.

As your eyes pupil dilated at the gruesome sight before you, the smell of blood permeating the air more than before,making your stomach churn.

You watched as June's normally cheerful face turned pale and her eyes widened with horror. She covered her mouth with her trembling hand, her whole body quaking from the shock of the gruesome scene before her.

"Oh my…god…," she whispered, her voice barely audible,She said once again. "What…what happened here…?"

You tried to find the right words to say. But the sight of all the bodies and blood left you speechless.You couldn’t get anything out your mouths, scenes like these were always common,but it doesn’t mean that your used to it. You’re just like human like anyone else who hasn’t killed any humans.

You close your eyes and took out sigh,before you recite the words of your mothers.

‘We’re all humans,We all have goodness in our hearts and badness in them too.But what makes people monsters are those who killed humans;the ones who find enjoyment in those actions-‘

You clenched down on your hands,as you sighed down quietly,making the world around you silence.

‘yet theirs humans who most kill others to survive the worst even if they don’t want to.(____) We are the good ones,Yet I’m have badness in my heart for having to make you,my daughter go through this hell.I just want you to know that everyone you’ll ever meet will have a bit of darkness in them,and some will have the light in them too,so don’t go trusting them blindly-‘

As you lip sync the last sentence of her words with calmness.

‘(___) you are an angel that has be chained against your will . . . you are too young to understand what I meant but you are the strongest person i know’

Your mother said this to you when you were just 10 years old,You didn’t have to understand the meaning of her words but the meaning of what her face meant ‘I’m sorry for what I’ve done,but Always remember that there’s good and bad’ and that moment you remember perfectly well.Now that your 25 years old you completely understand what she meant all those years ago. As you opened your eyes to turn to look at June,with a unfazed expression grabbing June shoulders and whispering to her.

“June,You have to be strong . . . So when doing . .stuff like this wouldn’t be difficult to do,but it for you to survive this kind of reality,I’m not the best person with talking as far as I know but …You could do this” You whisper with a complete seriousness in your eyes,follow by another sigh siping out of your lips.

June listened to your words intently, her eyes wide and her breath slightly shaky. Your serious tone made her realize the gravity of the situation, and she slowly nodded in agreement. "Right...I can do this..." she muttered softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

With your words of encouragement, June straightened her back and slowly pulled herself together. She looked at the bloodied mess around her with a newfound determination in her eyes. "Right...I can do this," she repeated, her voice stronger this time.

You hummed in response as you quietly left the throne room to go to do the other chores you have to do.You huff out quietly.

‘you are an angel that has be chained against your will’ the words repeated in your head as you kept your head down,not wanting to let anyone see your pity-ful expression.Whenever you feel like your face was back to it unfazed expression,you rises up your head. As you continue to walk the long hallways,passing through multiple servants who are just like you;Trapped.

As you advanced to the guest rooms to clean up the dusts and change the sheets of the concubines rooms.

The last thing you never want is to be interested in the kings eyes,because only then you’ll know that you’ll find yourself with those beautiful winged creatures that have shown your mother and best friend a place with peace.

Another part done,and this one was longer.I need to go study more about writing Sukuna character cuz I think I didn’t do a great done on his character 😭.Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this part of this series,I will be a bit more busy than expected but I hope I satisfied your hunger. And thanks for your guys love.Also sorry for grammar mistakes.

bonus information:June was the only survivor of Sukuna terror attacks.She saw nothing but flames and smoke from the houses.Uraume was the one who found her and instead of killing her,they decided that she would be a great addition to the servants,June who didn’t have anywhere to go nor could make it alive by herself.So she had no chance and followed uraume.But the whole way to the palace her heart cried out for her loves ones.But she still had to held on some kind of hope.When she became a servant she had a different roommate who was awful towards her;constantly yelling at her for grabbing her clothes or taking to long to do something right,or just yelled her out for being the problem that she was in this mess. When she didn’t do anything wrong. And cried in the depth of the nights of when does this get better for her. After two mouths of learning how to do chores she has,two mouths of dealing with a verbally roommate.Until she never came back to her dorm room,and that was when she was shortly switched over to be roommates with you. And that first she thought you would treat her badly just like her last roommate,but for a couple of nights you were rather silent.And Whenever june gave you a bit of her leftovers,she would finch when you wave her off and shake your head at the offer. And that when she saw that your face was filled with nothingness and emptiness.It made her feel worry but also curious on what happened to you.But after a couple more months she got comfortable with your silent presence,yet she didn’t mind your quiet presence even when she would talk about anything. She actually enjoyed when you spoke a few sentences or even nodded back in response. You were kind towards her even through this hell hole.She hasn’t seen any gore from the time she been here yet.She was 14 years when she came here and it would be a year since being in the palace.

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Medium honor Arthur picks up character but it’s for a crime she didn’t do! Oh and outdoorsy love stuff

a/n: omg ok i dont know what you mean by outdoorsy love stuff is that SEX or is that FLUFF (im giving you both) thank you for the request !!

warnings: DID NOT PROOFREAD, sex (hell no !!!), spanking, he's a little mean but not really (as medium honor usually goes), mildly dubious consent

Warm | Arthur Morgan

It was the age-old story of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I discovered Mrs. Braithwaite on the floor一thick, wine-red blood pooled beneath her chest一I’d barely had a second to react before one of her sons screamed, tackling me to the ground. His fingers were bruising against my arms, shaking me, asking what the fuck was the matter with me, telling me I’d fucking swing for this. 

I don’t even remember how I got away from him, slamming something into his skull and breaking free from that iron grip, leaping off the balcony without a second thought.

It was only miles away on one of their prized horses did it finally hit me that whatever case I’d had to defend myself with was long gone. I wouldn’t be able to show my face in Rhodes again一or really anywhere else一with a high-profile family like the Braithwaites on my ass.

I kept riding further north, hoping to put as much distance between me and that damn corpse as possible. Of all the people, it had to be her, and it had to be me. 

By the time I reached Valentine, I’d felt more sorry for myself than I had in a long time. Thanked my lucky stars I always kept my money on me and bought some supplies there to… well, live on the lam, I supposed. 

But for the first couple nights, I moped. Stayed in the saloon every morning and the hotel every night一not much else to do in a livestock town. 

When I felt a bit better, I sold the Braithwaite horse. It was big and proud and all sorts of attention-grabbing. I bought a different one一drab and small, but fast. 

Sooner than I thought, the news had travelled. A new bounty poster was slapped right on the wooden post outside the saloon, my sketchy reflection glaring back at me. MURDEROUS MAID. 

I pursed my lips. They could’ve spared me the alliteration.

Tore it down, stuffed it in my bag, and left town. Wouldn’t take long for a small town like Valentine to put two and two together. 

The bounty was nothing to sneeze at. I was almost flattered. Wanted alive, $500. I figured it’d take a lot to deter bounty hunters from $500, so I took to the mountains. It was likely just a matter of time, but by god was I going to make them work for it.

Now, here I was, having found some barn to hole up in, next to the remains of a torched homestead (I’d briefly picked through it and rescued a dented can of peaches and a lock box holding some fancy necklace). Would’ve preferred the house, but shelter was shelter. Peaches (affectionately named after said can) seemed to like it in here, at least.

“You want one, boy?” I held one out to where he sat a foot or so away from me. For only having just met me, he was a sweet horse, resting his head on my lap while I slept, following me around while I hunted (although I quickly found he loved to scare off game, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to just stay put, goddammit).

Peaches leaned his big head forward and sniffed at the proffered fruit. To my surprise, he snorted and turned away from it, flicking back his ears and giving me a severe side-eye. “What!” I laughed, bringing it back away from him. “Now you tell me.”

He huffed out of his nose, like it should have been quite obvious, thank you very much. I giggled and continued to eat, idly watching the flame flicker in one of the lanterns hung from the ceiling. 

I eventually drifted off to sleep, still not any closer to figuring out my future than I was a month ago.

The next morning, I ventured back into the wilderness to hunt. So far, I’d been a bit less successful than I’d hoped, but I had done well enough for myself. 

I breathed out slowly, my arm steadily following the movements of a buck a couple yards away. My breath puffed out white in front of me, warming my nose. This was the closest I’d ever gotten to game this big.

The buck lowered its head, nosing past the snow to the damp grass below. I kept my arrow aimed above, where I knew its head would return. A breath in. C’mon…

It raised its head, staring off to its right somewhere, and I stretched back the string, my grip still a bit wobbly against its force. Another breath out. 

A whisk of air whooshed over me, and I startled, releasing my grip on the arrow. It flew a couple feet away before planting headfirst into the snow. Something forcibly tightened around my torso, crushing my arms against my sides. What the hell?! I yelped in surprise and wobbled from my perch, falling backwards.

My head dented the snow behind me, sending it down my collar and into my hair, freezing my neck and ears. “Ahh!” I struggled against the coil around me, simultaneously flinching away from the cold now assaulting my warm skin.

Footsteps crunched over to me, and an upside-down face and chest soon came into view. He looked down at me with a pleased expression on his face, or at least it seemed like it, it was hard to tell behind that high collar and tipped hat. 

He rounded to my front and his gloved hands yanked at the rope, pulling me slightly up from the snow to face him better. He squinted at my face, now surely pinkened from the snow I could still see on my lashes. His chest rumbled with approval, and he nodded, more to himself than me. “Thought so.”

“What?” I exhaled, staring up at him dumbly. 

He cracked a smile, and this time I could tell. “The murderous maid, I take it?” 

My blood ran cold. Oh, fuck. I had almost forgotten, tucked away in this silent, snowy haven. 

Apparently my expression was all it took to confirm things for him. His smile turned to a smirk and he tugged at the rope, bringing me up to stand. I instinctively pushed away from him, but he held me firmly to him, his arms thick and strong (my god this man was big). He looped the rope around me again before tying it securely at my front. 

Then, he promptly threw me over his shoulder and began to walk. 

“Let me go!!” I thrashed from my perch, kicking at him. 

He growled and tightened his grip on my thighs. “Kick me again and I'll make you regret it, girl.”

A fearful whimper slipped past my lips and I stilled. 

“That’s what I thought,” he grunted, but his grip didn’t loosen. 

He whistled, loud and sharp, and I heard the familiar sound of hooves approaching. The image of Peaches by himself in the barn flitted through my head.

“Um, mister?” I whispered, my tone timid and polite. The tone I used to use with the Braithwaites. 

He heaved a sigh, annoyed with me. “What.”

I bit my lip. I didn’t want to anger him further. “My… my horse. He’s in a barn nearby, I don’t want him to be stuck up here all by himself.”

He didn’t respond to that. I grimaced. If I’d kept the Braithwaite horse at least he would’ve saved it to sell it一Peaches was likely barely worth the walk to a man like him.

His horse slowed to a stop nearby, and the man none-too-gently threw me over its back. I winced, feeling its butt dig into my stomach. 

The bounty hunter made quick work of me, tying my legs together and then securing me to his horse. He patted my thigh, “Comfy?” I could almost hear the smug look on his face.

“More ’n ever.” I grumbled, mostly to myself. He barked a laugh and pulled away from me, leaving me cold. He mounted up on his horse and began to ride.

I couldn’t see much from my “seat,” but I began to vaguely recognize the path he followed.

“Are you…” I started, my voice quiet. I turned my head to look up at him, and raised my voice. “Are you goin’ back for him?”

He didn’t answer, and made no move to indicate he had even heard me. 

Not wanting to push my luck (or Peaches’), I stayed quiet.

Sure enough, we reached that barn and he dismounted. When he returned, Peaches was in tow, neighing happily when he saw me.

I laughed brightly despite the situation. “Hey, boy!!” The bounty hunter released his reins and Peaches bounded up to me, nuzzling and snorting into my hair wetly. I giggled and tried to move my head away. “Oh my god, Peaches, gross.”

“Peaches?” the man echoed, a note of disbelief coloring his tone.

I turned and smiled up at him. “What?”

He shook his head, gesturing to the horse. “Ain’t he a boah?”

“So?” 

He snorted, but didn’t answer me, instead mounting back up on his horse. My smile faded from my face as we continued. My last days of freedom.

I stayed quiet as we rode, figuring that was the best way to get on his good side (I didn’t need to get smacked for yapping). The horse’s gait made me feel sick enough that I didn’t want to, anyway, its back poking into me, alternating between every corner of my stomach with each step.

Eventually, the snow began to taper off down the path, though a chill still hung in the air. I shivered, the back of my jacket still wet and cold against my neck. The sky was beginning to darken, subtly and colorlessly as winter skies often did. 

Wordlessly, the bounty hunter turned us off the path and into the trees, likely seeking some spot to set up camp for the night. Peaches followed dutifully behind us, although he seemed to have sobered a bit, as if sensing my discomfort. 

He must have found a spot he liked, as he dismounted and reached by my side for his tent and bedroll. He pulled them off and got to work setting everything up. 

I felt my eyelids droop, my body finally able to relax with the horse stopped. 

Not ten minutes later, I was jolted awake by hands grabbing me off of the horse and hoisting me up. I made a small noise of surprise in my throat, feeling him drop me back onto his shoulder, carrying me over to his makeshift camp. Truthfully, I had thought he’d just leave me on his horse for the night. 

I wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.

The bounty hunter dropped me to the ground by the fire, and I huffed, adjusting myself to sit upright. The warmth wafting off of it confirmed that this was definitely better than being stuck on that horse all night. I leaned closer to it, and made to bring my hands up, but was cruelly reminded of the ropes keeping them by my sides. I heaved a sigh.

A bottle appeared in my vision. I blinked down at it in confusion, before looking up at the man who held it. “Whiskey?” I prompted.

“If there’s any time to drink, it’d be now.” He nudged the lip of the bottle closer to my mouth.

I held his gaze for a moment longer before turning to it. “…Can’t argue with that.” I pressed my lips against it. He lightly tipped the bottle, letting a good mouthful flow past my lips. I choked it down, then another, then another, then another, before finally wrenching my face from it, coughing. “Jesus!”

He laughed, corking it and tucking it into his satchel. He knelt down behind me and I felt a pressure on the ropes before they snapped away. I brought my arms forward slowly, rubbing my hands over them. He stood and rounded the fire, plopping down on the other side of it. I looked up at him in confusion.

He grinned. “Gave you enough whiskey that even if you try to hop away,” He paused, his grin turning wolfish, “You won’t get far.” He stretched out languidly, finally allowing himself to relax. 

Heat crept up my neck, flustered at his reasoning. “You just get all your bounties drunk?” I spluttered.

He shrugged.

I huffed, holding out my hands towards the fire to warm them. “Creep.”

“I ain’t the one goin’ around killin’ old ladies.” He retorted.

I threw my hands in the air in exasperation. “I didn’t kill her!” 

“Sure sounds like you did.”

I raked my hand through my hair. “Why the hell would I kill the woman payin’ me to live?” I met his gaze again. 

He didn’t seem very sympathetic. Another shrug. “Lots of people wanna kill their boss.”

“Not me!”

He snorted. “I’m shoah.”

I shook my head at the fire, deflating. “I had it made working for her. Easy work, good pay, didn’t really have to talk to anyone, and,” I shrugged my shoulders, “best part of having a lady boss is she won’t let the men get away with being terrible to you.”

He stayed quiet, and I felt myself ramble more, “I mean, sure, she was a miserable old hag, mean ’n sour, but as long as you stayed out of her way and did your job, she was cordial enough.” The image of her on the ground flicked through my mind. “Shit.” I pressed my palms into my eyes, wiling them to cast it from my brain. “Can’t believe this is how it ends.”

The drink began to encroach further into my head, making my thoughts hazy. I cursed again under my breath, the reality of the situation truly, truly, settling in. This was it for me. Swinging from a rope for a crime I didn’t commit. 

“You really didn’t do it.” 

I scoffed, not meeting his eyes. “Been sayin’ that, haven’t I?”

“…That you have.” 

Silence fell between us once more, each left with our thoughts. It felt nice to be believed by at least one person before the end. 

A gust of wind blew by, and I shivered, reminded of the wet coat I was still shrouded in. I glanced over the fire at the bounty hunter, but he didn’t look up, eyes hidden under his hat.

“...Mister?”

He raised his head, and that piercing gaze met mine. I faltered, almost losing my voice to it.  

He heaved a great sigh. “…Arthur.”

“What?”

He sighed, raising his hat momentarily to rake a hand through his hair before placing it back down again. “Call me Arthur.”

I smiled softly in spite of myself. “Okay.”

“…And what did you need?” Arthur prompted, as I had already forgotten. Perhaps he was right about that whiskey.

I rubbed my hands on my arms. “Do you have any… drier clothes I could wear?”

He nodded, pushing up from the ground. I watched him make his way over to his saddlebag, watched him rifle through it for something dry. 

It had to be the whiskey. Or that he was the first to believe me. Or that he was really the first person I’d seen in weeks.

His back was just so… broad. My eyes followed how the muscles underneath his shirt moved, following his arms’ movements. My mind helpfully supplied how one of those big arms felt wrapped around my thighs, how that big hand felt patting my thigh, so close to…

He turned around, and I forcefully muted my thoughts, spreading a polite smile on my face. He made his way back to me, some bunched up garment in hand. I began to shrug off my coat, struggling with it as it snagged on my undershirt and held tight to my shoulders. 

Arthur watched me try to figure it out, but eventually I just gave up, so fatigued from the day that I just didn’t care anymore. He chuckled, kneeling down next to me. “Outsmart you, did it?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “I’ll deal with it in a second,” I offered a small smile, “Thank you.” 

“I got it,” he said, and at first I wasn’t sure what he meant. He dropped the coat in his hand and moved in front of me. I watched him wordlessly, suddenly feeling very tired of talking anyway. 

Arthur’s eyes met my own for a moment, searching my face. Whatever he found there, he seemed satisfied with, and he moved his hands to the buttons of my jacket. He started from the top, unbuttoning each at an impossibly slow pace, or at least it felt like it.

He smoothed his hands up to my shoulders, and gently pushed off each sleeve, taking out my arms. I shivered again, my skin now freshly exposed to the cold. I spied the slightest twitch of his lips. He reached around me, his body hovering slightly above mine, his neck an inch from my lips. I felt myself lean forward, my nose brushing up against him. His hands pulled the rest of my coat off from behind me, and he sat back, bunching it into a ball. He then took his dry coat and pulled it over me in its place, rubbing his hands slightly up and down my arms. “There,” he said, and rested back on his heels again. 

I blinked up at him, my lips slightly parted. His face softened, his lips pulling down into a teasing smile. He reached out and cupped my cheek, and I leaned into it almost immediately, not caring enough to be embarrassed by it. So big and warm. “Lookit you…” he cooed, his thumb stroking my skin. “Feelin’ that drink already?”

I hummed noncommittally, too focused on the newfound warmth from his jacket around me and his hand on my cheek. 

Arthur huffed a quiet laugh, “Guess that’s a yes.”

He stood, dropping his hand from my cheek, and my head dropped slightly. I sighed, snuggling into his jacket to make up for it. It wasn’t the same. 

“‘M still cold.” I complained.

“Yer insatiable.” He said, but knelt back down again nonetheless. I raised my head to meet his gaze. He thinned his lips. “Don’t think I’ve ever had such a whiny bounty.”

“Sorry, Arthur.” I mumbled, looking over at his tent longingly. It wasn’t my barn, but it would give at least some protection from this wind, as opposed to sleeping out here. 

Before I could ask about it, air whooshed beneath me, and I yelped in surprise. Arthur had hoisted me up into his arms, and began to carry me to his tent. My eyes widened slightly. “A..Arthur?” I whispered, subconsciously snuggling into his chest. He was so strong, it was like I weighed nothing to him.

“You’ll just whine all night if I don’t let you stay in here.” He explained, ducking past the flaps to drop me down on the bedroll. He was probably right about that. Or maybe this was just another way of making sure I didn’t escape while he slept.

I rolled under the cover, snuggling into it as far as I could. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of him, so much stronger here than on his jacket. My eyelids fluttered closed. 

I felt him sigh and enter the bedroll next to me. It was a tight fit, Arthur pressed against my back to keep any amount of cover atop him. His hand rested on my hip, heavy and possessive. “Warmer?” He whispered, his breath tickling my ear. He was so close.

“Mm-hm,” I hummed, my voice barely coming out. 

I thought that was it, but then…

His voice dropped lower, quieter. “…You sure?” 

A shiver ran through me. What? His hand squeezed my hip lightly, pulling me closer into him. His breath ghosted past my ear, against my neck. Was he…?

I exhaled shakily, some deep part of my whiskey-addled brain telling me that this was my chance. That if there was anything that would convince this man to let me go…

Lightly, I pressed back into him, sighing when I felt his hand smooth to the top of my thigh. “Could use a bit more,” I murmured.

It was all the prompting Arthur needed. Hot lips pressed against my neck, his hand insistent on molding my ass against the hard line in his pants. My breath hitched in surprise, and I felt myself rock back against him before I could think. He cursed under his breath, dragging his hand forward and between my thighs. I attempted to part my legs, allow him better access, but was met with resistance. 

Oh, right. The rope. 

He laughed behind me, smoothing his hand back to grab my ass instead. I squeaked in surprise, feeling him push me onto my stomach. “Don’t think you’re gettin’ out of those anytime soon,” he promised. I flushed at that.

Arthur yanked me back, forcing my ass into the air. I felt his hands palm me, smoothing circles into my pants. “Looks even better like this,” he muttered, and I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or himself. 

Before I could respond, he reached around and unclasped my pants (much faster than my jacket), pulling down at the sides just enough. The rope bound me mid-thigh, so he could only get my pants down so far. A cool breeze blew past the tent, and I felt a bit of it ghost against me. My face reddened, feeling all at once how wet I was. Really? I felt surprised at myself.

I squirmed, rubbing my thighs together. “Arthur, are-“

A slap to my ass silenced me. I squeaked and jolted forward, the heat in my face increasing tenfold. “Dealt with enough of yer whinin’ for one night.” He bit, soothing his hand over where he slapped. 

I exhaled, burying my face deeper into the bedroll, feeling my hips sway against his hand, begging for more. 

His hands smoothed down my ass, reaching down to squeeze my thighs apart, to better see me, see how wet I already was for him. I hoped he couldn’t see. It was bad enough to have him feel- 

“A-Ah…” my breath hitched, feeling his thumb drag down through my folds. 

He hissed, sliding the pad of his thumb against my clit. “Shit, sweetheart, you’re soakin’,” 

I squirmed against his touch, trying not to moan, unsure if I’d be punished again for it. He pushed his thumb back up, pressing it inside of me, and I felt myself try to part my legs again, to feel more of him, deeper, and almost cried in frustration when I couldn’t. 

I heard him chuckle again behind me. “Aww, I’ll take care of you, darlin’, don’ worry,” he said, moving his thumb out to trace back down to my clit, pushing another finger inside of me in its stead. I muffled my moan into the pillow. 

Arthur continued working at me, circling my clit with those deft, rough fingers of his, slowly pushing in and out of me. I pushed back against him, desperately trying to feel more, but every time he just shoved me right back where I was before, keeping up his torturous pace.

All at once, he pulled away, and I whined. Another slap to my ass as a result, and I let out a muffled groan, feeling my eyes roll back. “What’d I say about whinin’?” He admonished.

I wiggled my hips back, hearing him undo his own pants. Please, please, please. He was all I could think about, my legs desperately trying to separate, to take in more, more, more. 

I almost wept when I felt him nudge against me, coating himself in the wetness he’d created. I pushed back, trying to take him in, knowing if I angled it right he wouldn’t even need to help me. His hand kept my ass steady, soothing circles onto it. “So needy…” he mocked, smoothing his hand down to my hips, to my waist, squeezing there. 

Slowly, god, so slowly, he pushed into me, forcing me open around him. I moaned obscenely, unable to keep it back anymore. He didn’t seem to care this time, letting out a low curse of his own under his breath. Almost there, almost there… and he thrust into me, making me gasp at the sudden movement. 

He pulled back and rammed back in, setting a bruising pace. I pushed back into him with each thrust, the ropes cutting into my thighs with how I fought against them, trying to take in as much of him as possible each time. 

His hands gripped the tops of my thighs and part of my ass like a handle, using me like some kind of toy. “God-damn,” his voice came out staccato, matching his movements, “you’re so fuckin’.. tight.. for me…”

I whimpered, arching back, so lost in pleasure that I truly didn’t care what he did to me. He could have whatever he wanted, as far as I was concerned. 

Drool dribbled out of my mouth, wetting his pillow. I felt limp under him, only kept upright by those rough hands of his.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his movements becoming less regular, more frantic. He swore again before pulling out of me, spending onto my ass and back. 

We stayed like that for a moment or two, catching our breath, before he swiped off my back with something and collapsed next to me. 

I flopped onto my side to face him, my legs still bound together. “Thank you, Arthur,” I whispered, “I’m much warmer now.”

Arthur snorted, snaking his arm around me to pull me to his chest. “My pleasure.”

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The next morning I awoke alone in his tent, hearing him shuffle around outside. I blinked blearily, reaching up to rub the crust from my eyes. I yawned, laying onto my back, stretching my legs apart.

Wait. Stretching my legs apart?

I glanced down to visually confirm the sensation, finding my legs freed from the rope. I also noticed my pants had been pulled back up to cover me.

I sat up, peeking through the tent flaps. He sat at the fire, his back to me. Was he just letting me sleep comfortably before we left?

Despite the threat of death hanging over my head, I felt myself warm at the thought. This was a much sweeter awakening than I had expected.

Before I could think about escaping, or at least putting off our trip to the hangman, Arthur turned, as if sensing I was awake. "Mornin'," he greeted, his voice soft and low. I shrank a little under his gaze, and whispered a greeting back before creeping out from the tent. 

Once outside, I shivered, pulling his jacket tighter around me. Arthur grunted, beckoning to me. "C'mere,"

I obeyed, walking over to where he sat. He spread his legs, patting the ground between them. I blinked down at him blankly. 

He rolled his eyes and snatched at my hand, pulling me to the ground. I made a small noise of surprise, falling to sit between his legs. His arms and knees caged me in, bringing me back into his chest. This was so strange. 

But not unwelcome.

I snuggled back into him anyway, not about to turn my nose up at the last physical affection I'd ever receive. 

We stared into the fire for who knows how long. I almost didn't breathe, trying not to remind him that we had places to be. 

Arthur squeezed me lightly, propping his chin on my shoulder. "Y'can relax," he sighed, his accent thicker now, in the morning. "'M not bringin' y'in." 

What? My breath hitched, my heart beating faster. Was he serious? I turned in his hold slowly, craning my neck to look back at him. I didn't trust myself to speak.

He met my gaze, his expression unreadable. 

"...Thank you," I said dumbly, breaking eye contact. Well, now what? 

Now, I certainly didn't want him to change his mind.

I turned a bit more in his hold to better face him, feeling his arms adjust around me. I smoothed my hands up his shirt and met his eyes again. He watched me carefully, suspiciously, like he was expecting some kind of attack. 

I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him, inching my face closer to his. I watched his eyes drop to my lips, his own parting in anticipation. I hadn't noticed before, but I seemed to have some sway over this bounty hunter, readily accepting whatever touch I offered him. 

I smiled softly at that, and closed the gap between us, gently pressing my lips to his. Warm. 

He melted the slightest amount, his shoulders sagging, his chest leaning closer to me. He was sweeter, now, in the morning. Softer, more patient. I slipped my hands up behind his neck, scratching lightly at the hair poking out from beneath his hat. He sighed into my mouth, his arms squeezing me closer to him. 

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, warm and close. When we broke apart, he cleared his throat, looking past me to not meet my eyes. "You..." his voice scratched out and he cleared his throat again, "Y'can stay with me, if you want. 'Till this whole thing blows over."

I had a sneaking suspicion it would be a long time yet. I nuzzled my nose against his jaw. Staying with him was safer than anything I would try on my own. "Thank you, Arthur."

He hummed. 

a/n: on a scale of 1-10 how terrible is it that i posted this from class NOT WROTE IN CLASS posted from

anyway teehee hope you enjoyed and also hope it wasnt obvious that i kinda had no idea where to go with this teehee im just a girl

(also posted on ao3 under same user)

[parkcivconfess]

Alright uh last one of these from me tonight, also a 2 for one deal! 1st one PVP Civilization has absolutely nothing stopping you from just grinding out more kills other than the diminishing return on your sword durability (if you kill someone that has low durability thats bad for you) So honestly i wouldnt be surprised if someone decided to just. Become an infamous hazard on say the wooden sword layer and racked up maybe 20 or more kills? Assuming they targeted ones with good sword durability Obviously something like this would be more sustainable on the stone and maybe iron layers if you were sneaky about it 2nd one Despite the whole fullbright/nightvision thing going on in PVP Civ i personally like to believe that they have a day/night cycle that is normal on the surface but gets weird once you get down further since i'd imagine it wouldn't be very pleasant to sleep with full brightness all the time. I have a solution for that but it sucks because Minecraft logic (and its funnier this way in my opinion) Artificial lighting! Via unseen redstone lamps and daylight detectors that connect from the surface (somehow) Since Minecraft daylight detectors rely on an ON/OFF method, Once it gets to "Night" in the wooden sword layer, it becomes pitch black in every other layer due to light from the surface not being able to get down there. Like caves IRL Shields bring emergency torches for the night shift to hold in their hands incase they get caught slacking at night but this wont protect them from say, a sneak attack from behind by a sneaky sword Maybe the diamond layer has some decorative lanterns to light up the surrounding pathways? Since their layer is so decorative with all the plants n stuff But yeah you could probably combine these two ideas to make an evil little sneak attack goblin of a character and also a horrifying little ant farm of an environment Teehee - 🐝

omg. omg. this is like a moment in parkour history

okay so i hc that evbo is mostly blind, like he can only see shape's and shadows for the most part, can BARELY see 3 feet in front of him. his other senses are so advanced (WARDENBO!!!!) that he gets around perfectly fine! no he is NOT allowed to drive.

about the skulkers: he's part human but they do often spawn / grow around any place he considers home. yes they've grown in tabis house and she doesn't know how to get rid of them, thinks they're disgusting but that's actually been saving her ass.

a guard stepping on one of those skulkers (that goes to tabis room) and being absolutely obliterated like im talking head crushed to smithereens blood EVERYWHERE by an annoyed evbo who just wants his friend to get a good night's rest. he couldn't even be bothered to grab his sword

i think that he's like really big but nobody takes him seriously because he's a wooden sword / noob. my running gag

[sunmovesbehindyou]

im in NEED for needy clancy humping torch pLSSSS

okay i’m thinking after navigating music vid. (i swear one day my little oneshot will be done and it will have this in more detail)

clancy so so eager to be with torch n so excited to finally have torch to himself after all of these years. he would beg to be touched as soon as they got into camp, his hands all over him and his eyes never leaving him. he’s so desperate for his touch.

“c’mere baby,” torch would egg him on, grabbing him by the waist and sliding his hands underneath all his layers. torch would lay him down, strip each piece off one by one, kissing his exposed skin each time. clancy would have goosebumps all over him, whining and writhing under his touch. every second torch isn’t touching him, he’s begging for it again. by the time torch gets him stripped to just his boxers, his poor baby his shaking, his dick is so hard, and his skin is so flushed.

i know clance would start begging to feel his skin. “please, just wan’ feel you, please,” he’ll thrust his hips up to meet josh’s as he pulls him down to kiss him again. they’re both so fucking needy, aching for each other. “need it,”

torch will slowly grind his hips down, and it would make clancy whimper so loud he has to clamp a hand over his mouth. but torch is having so much fun watching him fall apart that he flips them over, letting clance rut against him as fast as he wants to. his cock is throbbing against torch’s fully clothed body. as much as torch wants to fuck him he just lets clancy rub himself against him until he’s shaking and his eyes are watering. it’s so many unfamiliar feelings for him because of how long it’s been.

torch keeps encouraging him, telling him things like “that’s it baby,” “you’re doing so good for me,” “missed having you like this,” “let go for me, honey,”

when he starts to cum the tears will spill, he’s crying into torch’s shoulder and he’s shaking in top of him. i just knowww torch is easing him through it, rubbing his back up and down and kissing the top of his head. cum gets all over clancy’s stomach and on torchbearer’s clothes but he doesn’t mind. when he’s finished and he’s a little calmer, torch will def lick the cum off of his stomach, and that alone is making tyler squirm and moan against him.

torch def fucks him afterwards, niceeee and slow..

i hope u enjoyed this send me more asks if you did. ;)

[grimreaperschild]

Guitar practice 5 family escapades

summary: family day goes exactly how you expected, enid and wednesday are probably going to make you go grey by the time schools out

warnings: drug use, violence, swearing if i’ve missed any lmk

a/n: sorry it took me so long to get this out guys :0 just to make it clear this is callum speaking this is rs thoughts happy reading-🦷 ❤️

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You shuffle around in your seat for what must be the 30th time in the last 5 minutes, your eyes dart up from the table and land on your mother she’s got fat you try and fail to hide the snort that leaves your lips at the untimely comment “something funny, little torch?” the nickname has you gritting your teeth “no ma’am” your brother leans across the bench “I heard your taking a girl to that stupid school dance” you freeze “yeah the raven” your mother cocks an eyebrow “a girl? What we raised someone gay now?” y/n cool it you take a breath “looks like it Tracy” “jack what you think of this” jacks your second oldest brother born 2 years after callum you don’t like to admit it, but he scares you 6ft and all muscle.

“I think I gotta teach our little torch a lesson” your head turns at the comment looking for enid your heart sinks at the realisation that the only other family in the quad are the addams’s “no common please” your aware of how small your voice is and you don’t like it before she can reply your being hauled out of your seat and a fist connects with your stomach he grabs the back of your hoodie pulling you towards the exit, panic floods through you and in a last ditch effort to avoid whatever your oh so loving family has in store for you a name falls from your lips “enid” it’s small at first but the further away from the bench jack drags you and the more you thrash the louder you get and soon your crying out her name “enid enid please” “shut up” your brother grunts as he throws you on the stairs.

From your angle on the floor you realise that Wednesday isn’t sat with her family huh? Is that really what I should be thinking about right now? Cover your head y/n fuck cover your head cals voice snaps you out of your thoughts and your arms shoot up to cover your head unfortunately not in time to stop the kick that leaves you seeing starts “fuck” you groan out and brace yourself for the next blows that surprisingly don’t come, when your vision finally clears you see enid thank you thank you thank you and Wednesday she has a knife to jacks throat “now you get away from my child” your mothers hurrying towards your little huddle “enid?” she’s by your side as soon as she hears your voice “im here, I got you” black dots start swimming in your eyes as a tall figure steps out protectively infront of you “and you stay away from mine” yes ma you tell the bitch the world goes black.

When you wake theres a hand in yours and a very worried looking weems stood by the end of your bed “ma” she smiles “your ok” “is that a question or a statement because if it’s a question the answers no” enid chuckles from your side “she’s fine” she kisses your forhead and stands “i’ll give you guys some space” you nod and as soon as the curtains slip shut you eye your hands and let out a sheepish “hi ma” larissa let’s out a dry chuckle “I thought i said no letting my sister visit y/n” she’s mad and you know it “ma im sorry” she hums “detention, 2 weeks with miss thornhill” you groan “yes mam, could you send enid in?” she leaves without another word and enid pops her head in “you called” you give her a toothy smile “come cuddle” she clambers into your bed in the infirmary with the grace of an exited puppy and pulls you into her chest you nuzzle your head into her neck happily “hey you and Wednesday?” enid sighs “we had a little chat, actually it was interrupted when I heard you calling for me” you bury your head into her neck in embarrassment “oh god don’t remind me” she traces love hearts on the back of your neck “what were you and nes talking about” “I think me and her should finish that convo before I get you involved babe” “babe huh? What are we girlfriends” you wiggle your eyebrows and she giggles “not yet miss eager, soon maybe” “ohhhh only maybe? Nah I get it the pyro isn’t good enough for you” she rolls her eyes “whatever you say y/n, now get some rest” you smile as your eyes get heavy.

Your head throbs as you crack your eyes open for the second time today, enid is nowhere to be found and you ignore the pang of hurt that flashes through you, opting to send her a text

7:34pm

(y/n): hey, woke up and you were gone :(

You set your phone aside as someone peeks in at you “she’s alive!” you giggle at your roommate “unfortunately” she climes into bed next to you pulling you in for a hug “you have a concussion, they cleared you to go back to your dorm I came to get you” she catches how your face falls “what’s up n/n” “enid left without a goodbye” yoko gasps “does this call for our first girls night of the year” you swat at her knee “your far too exited but yes I gotta fill you in”

You grab another biscuit as you lay with your head in yokos lap looking up at her as she lights the 3rd splif of the evening “I don’t know it’s like she’s there and then she’s not” you huff and steal the splif “we haven’t even spoken about matching outfits for the raven and it’s this weekend” ghosted “oh shut up callum your not helping” yoko raises an eyebrow “have you texted her recently” you shoot up “yes hours ago” you reach for your phone that you’d haphazardly thrown at your pillows in frustration.

8:04pm

(enid❤️): hey baby sorry I had some stuff to sort out

You leave her on seen, “one message, one singular message” you put on a voice “I had some stuff to sort out” you take another hit passing it back to yoko “let’s go for a midnight walk, please?” she stands and shrugs her coat on, she knows better than to try and say no to you. You strut down the corridors yoko following happily before passing you the splif when you reach the quad, you all but throw yourself on the fountain in frustration giggling at the way yoko looks from this angle not to be a snitch but enid’s trying to slink off over there your head shoots up and you see her and Wednesday scurrying off what the fuck? “addams” your voice echo’s through the empty quad and she freezes, enid turns around and clasps her hands infront of her “baby he” “don’t” you cut her off eyes not leaving the goths back “come, raven” ohhh your in your manipulative girl era ok that was kinda funny you watch as the notoriously uncaring girl falls over herself to get to you, your well aware of what’s coming so you stand not wanting you both to be thrown into the fountain reaching your hand out offering the splif back to yoko “3 then im killing it” again she knows not to argue. Wednesdays small form collides into you, her hands grabbing at the back of your jacket like you might disappear, she presses a soft kiss to your collarbone and sniffles slightly.

You push her away as enid approaches a shy smile on her face, yoko hands you the splif here we go “we need to talk” you hum, unsatisfied with her choice of words “I gathered that, your dorm or mine” Wednesdays hand grabs your sleeve and enid reaches for her wrist pulling you along “ours” what is this? Peter pan? Yes im going to follow you both to your dorm in a line you pause i’d follow you both anywhere actually you shoot a look at yoko over your shoulder pulling the only half smoked gone out splif from your mouth holding it in your hand “text me” she calls “i’ll come get you” you give her a stiff nod before your whisked out of view. ———————————————————————

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[fatuismooches]

Man I adore tormenting dottore as my love language :3

cw: kinda dark? zandik accidentally hurting us because he's hallucinating (IM NOT AN EXPERT I just think it's like. Very realistic if this were to happen)

Anyways, I like to think that Dottore came from a... Rather unpleasant home, and then especially burned his home town along with everyone who has cursed him (except for you ofc)

Still, the memories hasn't left him. It's not like he could, no matter how much he buries himself in his research. Zandik can't heal when he pretends that it's all fine and that dwelling into such emotions would be a waste of time. This proved to be more prominent during his younger days...

One day, I could just imagine, you come home to your shared dorm, all preppy and smiles because you're finally gonna spend time with the love of your life! Only to see absolute ruin of your dorm—everything was a mess, papers strewn every where, couch flipped, drops of his blood on the floor. You panic, wondering if the Matra finally raided your home to arrest Zandik, then you heard him yell—in your bedroom. You run towards it, frantically, and stupidly.

You should've assessed the situation more. Took a deep breath and calmed your mind—but you were striken with anxiety and fear, and when you shouted "what happened here!?" "What did you do!?" at him, you were quickly met with pain you've never felt before.

He had burned you with a torch, and now you're on the ground, writhing and screaming in hellish pain, cradling the parts of your body that was burnt to a crisp. You see him grinning at you, eyes full of satisfaction and malice.

You thought that this was what he wanted all along, that everything was a lie and he just used you for all your worth, and now that he has nothing to use you for, he has decided to kill you.

But you then hear him shout: "Are you proud of me? I've become the monster you've always told me that I am."

Quickly, you realize that he hadn't meant to hurt you.

The scars stayed, much to Zandik's dismay. After treating your injuries, he has resorted to ignoring you for the next couple of days, being mean and insulting you.

Just be patient with him, you know that he cares. And that he's absolutely crushed that he has hurt you, of all people. He didn't mean it, but now you've got painful scars that will ache for a life time, all because of him. All because he was stubborn to heed your concerns. He wanted to burn the past, he really did. To forget and move on. He hated his childhood so much that he's willing to just let it burn into ashes... But he didn't realize if he tried, he'd burn you along with it.

You see him open his mouth whenever he tends your healing wounds, but then close it, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. You see him read books all about treating burn wounds, cook you meals, ignoring his research all for you—his hands shook, eyes dark though glassy. You know he wants to apologize, but then his eyes goes to your scars, sucks in a deep breath, glares at you and walks away.

He's really doing his best to push you away

Zandik cares so much that he wants you to leave him, hate him, for being who he is, for being what he is. But no, you're smiling so softly and reassuring him that you're fine. That it's not his fault, that he didn't mean it.

And he'd yell he did mean it, that you were just lucky to survive (as if he hasn't lost sleep and progress on his research just to tend to you).

It wasn't his fault, you urged.

You remember it all vividly. Zandik knocking frantically at your home, houses ablaze behind him, his body littered with cuts and bruises. People were carrying torches and pitchforks, makeshift weapons and screaming at Zandik to just leave—and with out much thought, you grabbed as much as you could from your room and ran away with him.

You knew he finally snapped that day. Took matters in his own hands... He never talked much about it, but you could assume what happened. And you were certain he had confronted his parents before it all went to shit.

He wasn't trying to hurt you. He never did, and he would never want to hurt you. You were the exception and will always be, he would rather let the world cave in than letting you bleed by his hands. Zandik was lost in his thoughts, drowning in unpleasant memories and his eyes deceived him—he thought you were someone else, and he wanted to hurt them, not you.

JGJGOFHFJDSJS yeah that, he most definitely probably cry in your arms talking about how much he hates ur scars bc he gave them to you...

I would add more BUT IM LITERALLY IN CLASS AND MY PROFESSOR IS LECTURING HELP OKAY BYE SMOOCHES ILY /P HAVE A GOOD DAY CKCBXKCBDJ

Sorry for this I just like. Exploring struggles and menta shit KBcjcjc

MOOT WHAT IS THIS... WHY ARE YOU HURTING US LIKE THIS my JAW WAS DROPPED THE WHOLE TIME 😭😭 Okay but real. I have two hcs when it comes to Zandik's parents - they were the only ones who loved him but they died when he was really young, or they really just hated him. I've also heard others say "Zandik" can be used as an insult too? I don't know how true that is though. But yeah I think the latter is more likely to be true unfortunately 💔 Even if they were nice to him it wouldn't be enough to counter a whole town's worth of hatred towards him... yup yup the village definitely got burned down to the ground.

One would think that he wouldn't be affected. But he wasn't Dottore yet. He was merely Zandik at this point. He couldn't just shrug it off and go about his day. He pondered. He thought. He felt. He was still more human, more feeling than he wanted to admit, and he absolutely hated it. Still, he didn't regret it, but the memories would simply not leave his head. It was wholly bothersome. After all, not too long ago he was merely a little boy... a little boy who was deemed a monster, a demon child. All the people, even his own parents who accused him were gone now yet... their voices still rang clear in his head. And of course you had no clue, because Zandik would never speak about his feelings under any circumstance.

OUCHHHH HOW CAN I EVEN WRITE THE NEXT PART?? I CAN'T WRITE IT AS GOOD AS YOU oh gosh I WILL TRY. Ah... coming home to your shared dorm. Thinking it's going to be another regular, good day with you and your lover. But it's not, and when you see your home ransacked of course the first thing that goes through your mind is if your Zandik is okay. Of course you you rush to him and beckon him to tell you what happened as anyone would do. Of course you try to reach out to him. And of course, you didn't expect to be licked with flames by your lover's own hand, not only is your body crying out in pain but so is your heart - did Zandik really not care for you after all of these years? The only one who you treasured above all else... perhaps he never viewed you more than a pawn. But then you hear those few words that make you realize what's truly going on - ah, you understand now.

The logical part of Zandik knew that the scars would remain, but the illogical part of him hoped (to think he was even capable of that) badly that they wouldn't. You wonder what his expression was when he was tending to your wounds - you were asleep at the time - but even if you had seen it you probably wouldn't be able to put it into words... it was expressionless yet also not at the same time. He looked empty, and unfeeling, yet he looked the opposite too. And perhaps you wouldn't believe how tenderly he treated your wounds, from the way he's giving you the cold shoulder now. You wouldn't know the way his hands shook the whole time because he did that to you. The one person who would never, who should have never faced his anger, his wrath. It's all his fault, there's no denying that, he hurt you and now you're going to be hurting for the rest of your life too. The last person, no the only person who he doesn't want to see hurt.

Even now, Zandik doesn't understand you. How the fuck are you more calm about this than he is. He hurt you. He burnt you and he meant it and yet in the aftermath, there's not a hint of resentment on your face and he doesn't understand - he hates it so much, you should hate him, in fact it'd make him feel better if you did because how can you even begin to like him a tiny bit after what he's just done, he's claimed to love you and even in that twisted mind of his he knows that's not what lovers do. He doesn't understand why you haven't packed your bags and moved to another dorm by now, hell why do you try to usher him to bed because "lack of sleep is bad for him" what actually goes through your mind...? What went through your mind when you decided to leave with him too? The villagers weren't after you, just him, you could have had a normal life, but you still decided to go with him... you two had no plan, no money, no real necessities but you gave up everything for him anyway. Sigh...

Ouch... i feel like at some point you would just accept your scars but Zandik? Haunts him more than he wants to admit. Don't get me wrong he still thinks you're beautiful but... you know what I mean. Mhm... imagine the child segment asking you where/how you got the scars from and at the moment you make up the most ridiculous lie because that's all your brain can think of because there's no way you're telling the baby that Prime did it. Oh and the angst if Dottore hears that convo :(

Okay... moving on from that angst... PLS You're hella brave for being on tumblr in class, I'm too scared to open it or write fics in general in fear of someone seeing 😭 Once I accidentally opened my blog on my laptop and I closed the tab at LIGHT SPEED. ILY TOO KAI I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!! ❤️❤️❤️

[nikaandtea]

top ted talks pt. 2

aka, songs written about josh/torchbearer, confirmed and not, all for fun so don't take it too close to heart (:

The Run and Go

with this song I believe Tyler has spoken before about how Josh is someone he would often call during difficult nights, and overall just someone he turns to for support. especially the chorus.

not wanting Josh to feel the weight of his own problems, but still needing him there mentally. it's a really sweet balance i think they found with one another, being able to cope in their own ways but with the assistance of the other. "cerebral thunder, and one way conversations" in my mind is like when you're having a panic attack, and the other person is 'having a one way conversation' with you as they do their best to calm you down. just a sweet song i think.

Tear in My Heart

tear in my heart pronoun change you will always be famous.

Morph/My Blood

double whammy for trench because they chose death for this album. morph is a track that i started associating with torchbearer post navigating mv. verse two, "He'll always try to stop me, that Nicolas Bourbaki He's got no friends close but those who know him most know He goes by Nico, he told me I'm a copy When I'd hear him mock me, that's almost stopped me". the idea of nico mocking the 'fake' torch, probably to stop him from fighting to get clancy to return home to the banditos, man. that morphing into someone else is a self defense mechanism, a way to protect clancy at a distance to keep him on track to their eventual goal. 'not done, josh dun' i mean cmon, they're just playing with us at this point. torch isn't done with the battle against the bishops, and will not give up on clancy no matter what. love this song.

my blood is just *chefs kiss*. the entire track is a similar idea. elaborating on the point that torch whole heartedly believes in clancy, and even when no one else believes in him, he will. it's just a very sweet dynamic, and i think it's what keeps clancy in the cycle of capture, escape, capture. knowing that torch expects him to return, that he holds the hope of winning this fight no matter how long it takes. "Surrounded and up against a wall I'll shred 'em all and go with you When choices end, you must defend I'll grab my bat". until their last breath, torch and clancy will have each other's backs, and i love that. they're truly everything.

(i would add choker, but i also don't have much to say plus i'm on the fence about it. im sorry scaled and icy you're my beautiful gf but alas you have no josh in you, maybe in another post)

Routines in the Night/Navigating

routines has a similar logic for me as run and go, as in it's also Tyler mentally opening up to Josh about his issues/ the halls of his mind.

as for navigating, little goes to say. we learn so much about torch's power in this as well i absolutely love this track as a whole. whenever clancy grabs onto torch we know that it helps him one way or another to find his way back/it activates the torch illusion to lead him back towards the banditos 'when our fingers touch i feel my way back home'. clancy thought he was just following torch, while in reality he just felt it. and don't get me started at the look they exchange when they finally reunite. the overall sound and lyrics of this track, suddenly cut to fade in 'my blood' as they meet eyes for the first time in years? insane. i n s a n e. torch means so much to clancy, we know that from the way dema citizens reacted to clancy, mocking his callouts for josh/torch. and torch going the lengths to make sure clancy makes it home? they drive me crazy.

once again, dear reader, thank you for reading my brainfart about these boys (:

[asmogorna]

I can't recall if I have already asked you this or not, but were you the one who drew this?

(If so, then I need you to know that this is the best Will Wood fanart that has ever been made. Plus he would totally wear that.)

i'll tell you more. there's a prequel to this. and i have a huge history with this very art. grab your hot cocoa, your popcorn, or whatever else you consume when listening to a story..

NOW tbh this mf piece of art makes my heart sink every time i see it simply because the memories of the past still haunt me and theyre not lovely /hj

imagine, year 2023, (relatively) young asmogorna doesn't yet know how twitter can get when it comes to fandoms based around real people, and his friend gives him an idea

"i had a dream about will wood drawing hamilton yaoi" his friend said to him "you should draw that"

and draw that young asmo did

but then a funny teehee connection was created in asmo's head. "hey" he thought "you know what else is related to hamilton. miku binder."

and he, inspired by this truly humorous and silly idea, drew that very masterpiece, posting it on twitter later that day, with the caption "i am so sorry mr william wood". "oh what a splendid laugh me and me lads (mooties) shall have" asmo thought, as he closed the website

yet little did he know, that the next time he opens twitter its going to be multiple people jumping him and beating his ass in the qrts

"erm,, why are we drawing real life cis men in binders?? /neg /genq" they chanted

"will wood would KILL this person" they howled

"

" they preached, as they threw their torches and rotten tomatoes at stupid young asmogorna

he was shocked, truly shocked, for he did not expect such a backlash. the last thing he had in head is implying that mr william sunshine woodiam of the okultra is trans with his art, his mind blown by the amount of people misunderstanding his intentions, for he didnt even think about the intentions people would assume he had. "where tf did i ever say that this is a headcanon of any sort THIS DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE A BINDER FOR TRANS PPL WHAT ARE THEY ON" he mumbled softly to his friends, glancing at the raging crowd.

asmo shamefully deleted the post, wrote a public apology thread, and decided to throw the painting he put so much shits and giggles in out in the trash, forever forgetting his legacy....

but to be fr tho that shit was funny asf and im still mad at twitter for making me look like one of them tallyship mfs who headcanon real life people as .. anything really😭

will wood would scoff and giggle in disappointment at this MAX trust me his ass does NOT gaf

[afro-hispwriter]

Oh Baby Monk

Osferth x Dane!Reader

Summary- you've taken Osferths virginity, it made your feelings for him stronger and you thought he returned the feelings but you were wrong(or are you)

Warnings- jealous and possessive y/n, angst, mentions of sex and virginity lost, fighting

Wk-1.5k

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"My lady." You stop making your arrows and look up to see Osferth.

"Osferth!" You set the arrow down and smiled up at him. "How are you?" 

"Im doing fine my lady, are you?

"Oh you know, just preparing for the hunt." You say and gesture to all the weapons around you. Osferth didn't respond, he just stood there with his hands intwined. "Is there something you want to say." He sighs almost in frustration making you raise an eyebrow.

"I fear for your life, I do not wish to loose you." You instantly frowned and stood up in front of him.

"Oh baby monk you do not need to worry. You grab his hand and swipe you thumb on his knuckles. "I have been doing this hunt since I could remember and nothing goes wrong."  

"You do not know that." He mumbles.

"Why all the sudden worry?" You ask. "You've never expressed this amount of concern for me before we go fight hundreds of Danes, what changed?" He hit his thigh with his un held hand and shook his head, something he did when he was nervous or frustrated. "Sit." You sat down and tugged him with you. "Now speak." 

"I fancy you." He mumbled lowly, almost so low you could barley hear him. 

"I did not catch that." You leaned towards him trying to catch his eyes but he refused. 

"I fancy you." He repeated, this time louder. "And I know you probably prefer men like Finan and Sihtric who know how to fight and im-." He was cut off by you grabbed his chin roughly and pulling his towards you so that you could slam your lips on his. He let out a yelp and a slight gasp, trying to gain insight on what was happening. You pulled away and smiled at him, his face bright red.

"I fancy you to." Osferth was shocked. You liked him back? 

"You do?" You nodded. "Oh." He let out a sigh of relief and squeezed your hands. "W-What do we do now?" You cocked your head to the side and bit your lower lip while looking at him.

"I can think of some things." You places your hands on his thigh and let your fingers tap on his thigh. It was no secret to what you were suggesting.

"Y/n, I have never indulged in such actions." 

"I know." You stood up and placed your hands on Osferths shoulders before sitting down softly on his lap. He immediately planted his hands by his side and couldn't help but stare at you. "I taught you how to fight and defend yourself, will you let me teach you the ways of pleasure?" 

Osferth's tongue pushed through his lips, wetting them.

"Please my Lady."

You remembered that night vividly. The monk caught on quickly, so quickly he ended up completely making you pass out. When you had woke  up for the hunt, you feared your legs would not work. 

The long two week hunt had gone successfully, no injuries or casualties from anyone besides the animals. You rushed the return of the hunting group, desperate to get back to your baby monk. You both agreed that morning before you left that when you returned, you would discuss your relationship further. 

"Uhtred, Finan!" You approached the men and they turned and smiled. 

"Was wondering when you were to return." Uhtred says and you clapped hands together. 

"How did it go?" Asks Finan.

"We got many animals for the cold, so we should not have to worry for a few weeks at least." 

"Good." You clasped your hands behind your back, rocked on your heels, and pressed your lips together. 

"Do any of you know where Osferth is?" You ask and they look at each other.

"Oh you left our monk in a daze, as if he was on a cloud, until-." He was cut off by Osferth running ip to the three of you holding a torch. You instantly smiled and go to speak but he doesn't look at you, he seemed a little distraught. 

"My lord, I uh need a bit of help." He looked back and thats when you all saw and heard two women fighting snd yelling at each other. Finan laughed and you raised an eyebrow. 

"Again?" Uhtred sighed

"Again?" You repeated and looked at all of them for an answer. They didn't respond just ran to the women, Uhtred and Sithric separated them. You walked towards them cautiously, mostly looking at Osferth. 

"Why do they fight over you?"

"Yes Osferth why do they fight over you?" You ask him. He couldn't look you in the eyes, he looked at your body, not in that way. You were tense with fists clenched. He knew you weren't stupid, anybody could guess what happened. 

"I've got no idea." He says and runs away making you scoff. 

"One of you tell me why the women were fighting." You were now demanding and they knew to just tell you. 

"Well it seems after you left, Osferth got quite popular with the women." You bit your cheek and they watched your shoulders drop slightly.

"Oh, thank you." You didn't say more just turned on your heel and walked away. "I am going to kill you." You mumbled under your breath. 

-

You found Osferth drinking ale in the ale house. He didn't hear you stomp over to him but it was to late. You grabbed his mug and and splashed all the contents over him. 

"So we confessed to each other, I take your virginity, and you learn how to pleasure a women and what I get in return is you going off with other women?" Osferth wiped his face from the ale and scrambled to his feet.

"It is not what you think my lady."

"You couldn't even look at me." There was a sudden break in your voice, surprising you both. 

"I never did anything with them that you think, I just walked them home a few nights and they just got obsessed."

"I don't think you just walking them home got them this obsessed." You crossed your arms.

"They kissed-." You rolled your eyes and go to walk away. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. "No listen they kissed me, I didn't."

"Let me guess they pulled you in and somehow your clothes ended up on their floors?"

"No Y/n that never happened, I was waiting for you, I still am." He grabbed your arms and thats when the water works started.

"You hurt me, Osferth." His heart shattered.

"It was not my intention but Y/n, please let me make it up to you." He grabbed your face and swiped your tears with his thumb. 

"Ok-." You were cut off by someone grabbed your hair and tugged you back harshly. You let out a yelp when you then felt a stinging slap to your cheek. 

"You bitch get away from him he's mine!" You turned to see the culprit and was met with a woman. Completely different from the ones from earlier. You whipped around and glared at Osferth. You grabbed the axe that was strapped to your belt and slammed it on the table. The woman realized who she just hit and instantly backed down

"Oh Y/n my apol-." You cut her off by grabbed her neck and squeezing. She grabbed your arm and tried to claw but you shoved her outside and to the muddy ground.

"Y/n please don't." Osferth grabbed your shoulder but you shook it off. You walked over to the woman who was trying to wipe of the mud and shoved her down with your boot. She held her hands out in defense.

"Please Lady Y/n it was a mistake." She says and you stand over her and crouch down.

"If you or any if your whorish friends even look at Osferth,I will personally slice your tits off. He. is Mine."

Uhtred and Finan ran up and stood by Osferth who bit his thumb in worry. 

"Osferth, you truly need to keep your women in check."

"I don't have women." He snapped. "Just one."

"Yes I understand." She nodded furiously. You smiled at and walked away, but made sure to kick mud on top of her making her squeal. You walked up to Osferth who straightened up. You grabbed his collar and pulled him roughly down to your height, slamming your lips on his. His eyes widened but he melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. The men beside you chuckled and you beard their footsteps retreating. You grabbed Osferths hair and yanked them back.

"The next woman I must fight for you, it will not end well for her or you in a way." He whimpered slightly. "Now let us see what you remember from our time together."

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A/n- Grammarly wasn’t working so sorry for typos