#it feels like my past and the way it shaped me into this horrible creature keeps pulling me down a bottomless pit

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congratulations on a well deserved 4000+!

If you don't mind can I request 😴 with belphie+ Mc?

Thank you so much!! ;//u//;

"Don't you worry about your bad dreams, 'cause I'm not in them." - Belphegor/MC

content warning: psychological horror, blood, implied body horror

It starts with a heavy pressure on your chest, as if some creature has crawled through the shadows to come and sit atop your heart. 

Then it spreads, an inky dread that slithers its way up to your throat and wraps itself around and around and around. And then it tightens.

Slowly. Suffocatingly. 

‘It’s horrible here, isn’t it?’

Another night, another cruel whisper in your head from a voice you don’t recognize. You can feel sharp claws sink into your flesh, and a haze takes over your mind. You try to fight it, but it only gets worse. 

‘Just open your eyes, you’ll see.’

And so you do, knowing what it is you will see. It’s been the same for the past two nights: a warped version of the House of Lamentation, blood seeping through cracks and running down the walls. A static seems to fill the air, further distorting anything you look at like some unsettling funhouse mirror. The room sways and rocks, but you try to step forward – only for your heel to be met with a loud crunch. With a gulp, you bring your gaze down to see what it is you stepped on.

It’s you. Whatever’s left of you, that is. 

‘You don’t belong here. It’s not safe.’

The voice gets louder, more insistent, more chilling. 

‘You should leave. Now.’

“The only one who should be leaving is you, Milalu.” 

In an instant, the haze dissipates and the horrors fade away to reveal a strange plane of clouds and stars, a comforting blanket of lavender and twilight embracing you. The scream that was stuck in your throat now turns into a near-sob of relief at the familiar voice. You turn to find him, and before a single thought can form you find yourself running straight into his arms. 

“Are you okay?” He asks softly, and you answer with a silent nod.

“Belphegoooor,” The raspy voice calls out, a dark cloud taking the rough shape of a demon before you. “We were just having some fun.”

“We? Do you really think I’m stupid?” Belphegor snarls, tightening his hold on you. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You, idiotically waltzing into a dream under my roof? Threatening my human?” 

“I wasn’t threatening.” Milalu answers, their ghostly hands coming up as if to push the accusation away. “I was merely trying to be…influential.” 

“Influential my ass.” Belphegor gives you a squeeze before releasing you, now stepping towards the other demon. “What, trying to scare them away so they leave? You really think you’re that good? That you have any power over them?” 

“All humans are influenceable. It would be a bad dream for me if they weren’t.” Milalu turns to look at you, their sharp eyes trying to pierce your soul, but Belphegor quickly grabs them by the neck and lifts them into the air.

“Oh, don’t you worry about your bad dreams,” he hisses with vitriol, his own demon form shifting into something more frightening as his tail thrashes to and fro. “Because I’m not in them – but maybe that should change.” 

He pauses, then, and looks to you, a gentle command leaving his lips. 

“Close your eyes.”

So you do, a garbled scream from Milalu quickly deafened by warm wind that swirls around you and returns you to the comfort of your bed.

When you awaken, you find Belphegor watching you with a mix of affection and frustration. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…I thought it would stop, eventually.” You lower your gaze, embarrassed that he had to see you in such a state. He sighs, cupping your face with one hand.  

“I know you’re strong, but you shouldn’t let anyone mess with you like that.” He sighs, a thumb brushing your cheek. “If something like that ever happens again, you need to tell me right away. Promise me that, starlight.” 

“...Okay. I promise.” You nod, moving closer to him in the bed and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you.”

[akuyaku-monsters]

Stranded in Another World with the Lewd Exorcist Class (Story 1, Part 2)

The worst thing was that Charlotte knew she had bought innumerable erotica stories and hentai doujins of nearly this exact situation in her past world. And it was decidedly less sexy when she thought this really might end in a very painful, very slow death. But, some horrible, horny part of her brain commented that this could very well be a dream come true before she suffered an unspeakable death. 

That part of her brain needed to learn to shut up. 

I shouldn’t have been such a horn dog, Charlotte thought. 

Or maybe I should have not been such a coward and actually learned to fight or something. Anything, she mentally lamented. Surely there must have been a large series of actions that led Charlotte to this particularly grim destiny. Indeed. Other people who got isekai’d at least had a chance at being a heroine, a villainess, or even leading a quiet and slow-paced life in some sort of agricultural setting. Charlotte was going to get slowly digested in a scary, dark cave. 

What a bummer.

Just as Charlotte was beginning to come to terms with her death, the darkness gave way to the tiniest light. More, then a little more. And it occurred to Charlotte that the slime was actually taking Lin Lin and herself towards a light source. After a little more time, Charlotte could make out the shape of her hand, then a handful of other, close things in an eerie green light. There, who-knew-how-deep into the cave system, there was a space the size of a small stable covered in strange plants with flowers that cast light. 

The Slime dropped Lin Lin into a make-shift cage built from thin, acid-burned lengths of stone. Then, using more strength than it should have possessed, the slime pulled a flat sheet of iron on top. 

It tossed Charlotte onto the cave floor. 

Or…set her? 

That didn’t feel right to say. But, it wasn’t nearly as rough as it could have been, even though Charlotte still ended up on her butt. Aside from a few scrapes from being dragged, there weren’t any injuries. And the ones that were there weren’t serious. 

Before Charlotte could begin pondering the unique horrors of a Slime that could use tools and pre-meditate its actions, it began to change. She was reminded of play-dough. Or, perhaps, that toy slime that kids were obsessed with before she got pulled into the other world. The slime stretched, twisted, and folded in on itself like a giant, invisible pair of hands was sculpting it. The cool, aqua blue of the creature then shifted into a bright, fluorescent green. 

Then the Slime seemed to somehow condense itself into a tighter, more defined form. Eventually, it formed the shape like a person with no fine detail. The figure seemed to have long hair pulled up into a tail, which then split off into a thick pile of slimy green tendrils. 

Ah, this must be my lucky day. I’m really going to eat great tonight. With no vocal cords, the slime seemed to telepathically express itself. The words and strange voice just wriggled into Charlotte’s head. 

It paused, then turned its featureless, flat face towards Charlotte. 

What an expression. Not like she can actually hear me. It laughed. 

Unless…she actually can? It seemed amused. 

Charlotte must not have been to keep up a pokerface. 

Perfect! The Slime’s telepathic voice bubbled. 

Half a dozen glistening, featureless tentacles shot forward from the creature. 

One tentacle snaked around both of Charlotte’s wrists, then pulled them both up towards the cave ceiling. Another two wrapped around her waist, hauling her onto her feet. Those tentacles were far stronger than they had any right to be for their size. Two other tentacles grabbed onto her ankles. The final one pressed against her cheek, almost licking back and forth at the soft side of her face. 

I’m curious if you really can hear me. Did you know that only normal, common slimes consume items like plants, dead creatures, or detritus? Dire Slimes, like myself, are also called Arcane Slimes. We eat magical power. 

A pause. 

Do you know when people release the most magical power? The slime asked. 

When they died? When they suffered?! Charlotte couldn’t notice her own eyes bulging in fear. 

It’s when they cum, the Slime answered. 

Charlotte shrieked. It was just too lewd! Too lewd for words! What the hell was this, some sort of smutty comic plot development? It didn’t make any logical sense! 

Actually, it’s because you relax all at once. People who are very tightly wound or uptight tend to accrue a lot of stagnant mana in their bodies. It’s very flavorful, you know. That’s why I like people who tend to push down their feelings the best!

Noooo! Why did it have to actually make sense?! Somehow that was even worse! Whoever wrote the setting for this isekai had way too much time to think about all sorts of ways to justify vulgar activities within the world setting! When Charlotte died and reincarnated back in modern day Canada, she was going to find the pervert and slap the hell out of them! There had to be a limit to how weird you let your interests get! 

The Slime’s laugh was low, dangerous, and deep, like the rumblings of an Earthquake. It couldn’t bounce around the cavern, because it was a telepathic laugh. 

You’re screaming on the inside, but it’s not because you’re scared? You’re bright red! The Slime noted. That’s a different color than when people are frightened. 

The Arcane Slime made a few thoughtful noises as Charlotte continued to scream. Another, longer pause. And then another deep, dangerous chuckle. She could almost feel the Slime smiling even though it had no facial features. 

Oh. Oh I see. You’re experiencing embarrassment. It’s because you’re into this, aren’t you? You naughty girl! Uptight people always have the most interesting kinks! Don’t be so shy! If we can both enjoy ourselves isn’t this more like a destined meeting for us?

The shame. 

Ironic. Charlotte was so deep in this cave system and yet she couldn’t help wanting to bury herself in an even deeper hole. 

Why the embarrassment my juicy little peach? We’re just two sentients here. I’ll get a lovely meal and you’ll get a good time. I don’t see an issue, especially since you know I won’t hurt you permanently. Unlike other humans, I have all sorts of specialized equipment to work with. 

Sweat began to form at Charlotte’s hairline. There was no way she could agree to something like this! These were the sort of things that were meant to stay safely within her mind, only. So why was she getting sweet-talked by a Slime? 

It was all supposed to be kept a tightly-locked, shameful secret that no one could know.  Previous Next

[phightingconfessions]

here you go lmao

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GOD banhammer is so fucking perfect, i've been staring at a picture of him in some way shape or form for probably like fifteen hours out of the last three days. he is just so very mwah i wanna bite his armor it looks so fucking cool bro. and his teeth, good LIRD his fucking teeth those chompers are driving me insane. i wanna put my hand in his mouth and i don't think i'd even be upset if he bit me for that, hell i want him to bite me. he could step on me too and pick me up and throw me down the stairs and i wouldn't even be mad. did i mention how fucking tall he is? mans is like 6 foot 11 inches, thats bonkers, he could punt me into the sun and i'd let him. his hands are probably huge as fuck too. i want him to hold me but i'd settle for being manhandled into a jail cell. he probably patrols the cells on occasion since he's just built different and i'd stand in my 'pathetic homosexual loser' cage and give him a gay little wave as he walks past. blow him a kiss and all that. he might not even notice because he's blindfolded which would be saddening but hey maybe i'll get to feel his touch when he drags me off to be executed or whatever. does he even execute his prisoners at all? if he doesn't i guess i will just rot in that cell until he sees fit to release me. bummer. or perhaps i could seduce him into letting me work as an assistant/maid/etc for him instead. he seems like he'd get off on having someone to order around directly, and i wouldn't mind obeying his every command. anyways as much as i'd enjoy letting him order me around it would probably get boring eventually. he'd probably melt immediately if i gave off even a whiff of dominance. mans still listens to his mom for fucks sake, he'll fold like a wet napkin if i yank him down to his knees and grab his chin. that might be tough with the size difference though. i could back him into a corner and grab his horns and pull his face down to mine and then kiss him or whisper to him or whatever. fuck yeah. not to mention he's blindfolded too, so i could mess around with that. he'd probably be kinda mouthy about it, especially if we have a significant strength difference, but he'd like it. putting a hand in his mouth would probably shut him up. god the thought of running my hand along his teeth is just so fucking enthralling. they look kinda similar to shark teeth. built to maul people and yet here i am touching them like the most foolish creature upon god's green earth. cough this is getting a little too immersive whoops fuck uhhh right! his armor. the gems everywhere is attractive. shiny objects are so cool and banhammer has a gem on like every section of his armor. they probably make cuddling a tiny bit uncomfortable but that's par for the course with armor. i'd put up with it. his weapon looks sick as hell too but i am not a weapons connoisseur, i am a men connoisseur. and this one is delicious cough right his armor. his boots look pretty tough. they probably have treads that'd leave a good mark if he stepped on my back. that'd be cool. i'd let him dig his heel into me with great force. god at this point i dont even wanna fuck him i just want to either destroy or be destroyed by this man. good fucking god why did i write so much. *checks wiki* right he has four eyes. assuming they look like his mom's do it'd probably be pretty cute. two little extra ones beside his normal eyes. he probably winks by closing half his eyes. and now i'm thinking of various seductive faces he could make. i am down so bad i can't even. i wanna kiss him choke him slam him into a wall. or have him do that to me. i'm not picky. one of us is gonna be pathetic, obedient, and submissive and i frankly do not give a fuck which one it ends up being. i'd let him put a collar on me. the thought of banhammer wearing a collar is making my brain do terrible horrible things so i will leave it at that. i do draw the line at like 'daddy' shit tho that's not for me at all & he probably has daddy issues anyway

I've read this like 5 times and I have determined. I will post it.

behold: the banhammer manifesto. I don't think it gets crazier than this I think we've reached craziest post about ban on this blog. well done everyone! I'm going to go cry now bye forever /j

[tiny-talks-big-tales]

👩🏼‍🦼I got the new wheelchair👩🏼‍🦼‍➡️

This creature has WHEELS!!! And it's super hype :D

Today there's been like... about a couple dozen people awaiting updates on how it went, which is really sweet <3 You're all getting this post thrown at you though, I love you but I also like my sanity and the health of my wrists too much to type the same things twenty times.

✿

Delivery went well, and there are some small changes scheduled for Thursday

We spent about 2 hours with the supplier's tech doing final adjustments and such. It was really fun to feel how all the iterative changes on the chair are coming together! It was immediately comfier than any of my past chairs ever were, despite how much worse my mobility is now than back then.

It's wonderful how much having a proper team setting up the chair through actual physical in-person fittings helps. Multiple fittings, even - we're at 3 fitting sessions so far, Thursday will be the 4th. I think after thursday I will be good for a while.

The chair is here now, parked in the living room! I can see it from my bed, even. I can use it, but won't do any proper adventure attempts until after Thursday.

On Thursday we'll be sorting out:

The table with centered joystick. It's currently with the tech as he has to cut it to shape a bit and need workshop tools to do so. I wanted it to be smaller so I'm getting it smaller.

Adding minor hardware (aka metal bits and bobs used to attach extra parts) for some extra adjustment range on the lateral leg supports (aka padded blocks set against the side of my legs to help keep them in place).

Putting some foam wedges at the top of the backrest to make sure my shoulders and upper back have support all the way up.

The table makes a huge difference to me so I'm excited to get it back in its final form! ...almost final. I'll be adding stickers to it.

✿

Actually sitting in and using the chair, and getting to control my own mobility again

I sat in the chair for the fitting, then we went outside and I got to drive around the road we live on a bit, and we tested how going in and out through our pretty narrow entrance works for me. After the tech and the other guys on this case left, me and Ceora (my partner) went inside and I just stayed in the chair for a bit. I greatly enjoyed the ability to just enter the kitchen and stare blankly at the fridge before deciding I don't want anything anyway.

So overall I probably spent about 4 hours in the chair! And aside from very very cold feet I was okay, but that was just an underdressing problem. (3 layers of socks wasn't enough, apparently)

Most importantly I went up and down the road just outside and got to see and smell TREES and GRASS ohmygodhjdkahgdjklag!!! Controlling my own mobility again was euphoric 😭

For the past 10 months I've had no control of my own mobility, I've just been... trapped in place, completely unable to leave the spot I'm in. It messes with the mind and relation to my body quite a bit. So I hope and believe my big ol noggin will also benefit :D I'll still spend majority of my time in bed, and I can't transfer between bed and wheelchair on my own, but finally having the chance to regularly get up and in control of my mobility is huge.

✿

Oh, and it has a name!

I have named this wheelchair Katla.

The old powerchair was named Tekla, and my first chair, a manual self-propelled one, was named Petra.

So there's a strong theme here, hihi.

✿

Here's some photos!

Here's the two driving controls! In my table there's the joystick for me, it has a literal golf ball for me to grab. On the back of the chair there's an attendant control that people helping me can use when needed. It's that handle on the right. Supposedly very intuitive to use, you just move the whole handle side to side to turn, squeeze the small lever underneath to go forward, and push down the small lever to go backwards.

And here's the utility bondage! That's a horribly inappropriate term, but it's my term, and I am horribly inappropriate at times, so it's ok. The ankle cuffs are to prevent my feet from falling off the footplates or going too far out of place. The part around the ankle attaches to the footplate with two somewhat loose straps, so this does NOT interfere with happy feet wiggles :3

The seat has a hip belt for like. Hip position? Also to prevent sliding down. It's pretty standard. The chest harness thing is an X-shaped chest harness with 4 point attachments. It's honestly amazing how big of a difference it makes in keeping me stable, less wobbly, and feeling safer. And the backrest is very curved to give me stability all over my upper body.

And these are side supports! There's a pair by my thighs, a pair by my knees, and a pair by my elbows. The leg ones stop my legs from wibblywobbly and splooting in bad painful and injury-causing ways. The ones by my elbows stop my arms from falling off the armrest, which was a huge problem on my previous chair.

After thursday I'll try to get some photos outside :D And it'll be a slow journey to work up to using the chair as much as I want, to be able to do some more of the things I'd like to do.

Thank you for reading and caring 💜

[insidethekaleidoscope]

"Despair 2.0" sounds both hilarious and heartrending, so I'd love to hear more about that!

And I'd love to hear anything you want to share about your original work.

Despair 2.0 is the follow-up to my Lockwood and Flo friendship fic, Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. It's set right after Lockwood gets Portland Row back. Flo has left agency work, and the two of them are navigating their paths diverging. They are both worried about each other and figuring out how to trust each other to find their own ways.

Here's a little snippet:

His eyes were on her, waiting expectantly, but she turned away. She couldn’t stand another second looking at that infuriating, worried quirk of his eyebrows. She’d spent years looking out for him. She’d been protective, and he’d let her. Now that all felt flipped upside down, like they’d lost track of who was supposed to be leading. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were both horribly turned around, but unlike her, Lockwood didn’t know that he was lost. “At least take the key, ok?” he said, his hand still outstretched.

I just answered another ask with the synopsis for my original piece, so here's a snippet :)

The creature stood slowly, revealing a vaguely humanoid shape. It was too dark to make out a face, but it wouldn’t have mattered much because Alice was entirely transfixed by the shifting texture of the creature’s body. At first it appeared insubstantial like dark wisps of curling smoke, then masses of long waving fur, then silky black feathers, then blackened bone obscured by swarms of tiny gnat-like insects. Each shift happened imperceptibly. No matter how hard she concentrated, Alice couldn’t catch the moment of change. It was as if her mind couldn’t hold the memory. It slipped straight from one perception to the next, the last image disappearing with barely a trace, like water seeping into soil. It left her with the constant sensation of having been mistaken. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, feeling slightly nauseous.  Rabbits coursed through the underbrush, rushing past the creature's feet, or perhaps appearing from its footsteps. Their sleek dark bodies slipped in and out of view as they moved through the bushes. Alice could hear their tiny footfalls and the rustling of leaves and twigs all around her. Their eyes glittered, startled wide in the moonlight.  To her surprise Alice wasn’t scared. Perhaps it was the compounding dreamlike strangeness of the scene or her hope and relief at having found her way back to the woods, but in that moment all she felt was a calm curiosity. 

[butterflies-and-blades]

Session 3: Job 2/3

After taking some time to gather ourselves after fighting the gnoll camp, we started walking back to Legen. The sun began to set during the trip, and with the darkness, the persistent heat of the desert shifted to a clinging chill. For a while at least. With a bit more time, the cold was replaced by a surge of heat far more uncomfortable than anything we had felt during the day. The air was unbearably hot, but for some reason it did not extend to the sand--which I had expected to start burning against the bottoms of my feet but never did.

Instead, we were quickly approached by a flaming form. It was more blob-like in shape than humanoid and quickly took to setting Verca and I ablaze with its attacks. Kaemon was not very happy about how long I tried to push past the issue of being on fire before taking the time to put them out. I will admit that it was not my first priority initially. But in my defense, I was also distracted by Verca when the fight first started; as he prepared to fight the fire blob, flames seemed to wrap around him, completely separate from those of the creature. These flames were a bright blue that provided a stark contrast against its more typical red. When met by the path of the blue flames, his armor disappeared and his spear seemed to completely change. Later, when the creature attacked him, fiery feathers of that same blue appeared over his person as if to protect him.

Verca seems to carry surprises the way a collector carries the items of their obsession. Talking to him sometimes even feels like I have held conversations with two completely different people. Back in town, while we were getting ready to go to bed for the night, we had a rather pleasant conversation about the flowers around the cabin and how I liked to garden with Dad. He said something about how it made sense that I would like to garden. I was not quite sure what he meant, but it felt like a compliment nonetheless. There is a comfort in fostering life in the gentle cradle of soft soil.

After hearing about Dad's hard work gardening around the property, Verca expressed interest in visiting the cabin. So used to rocks and other harsh environments, he has little experience with flowers and wishes to see them. I'm not sure I am ready to return, though. I can't imagine what Dad would say; it might depend on if Da is home or not, honestly. I am not sure I would know how to take us there, anyways.

During the entire interaction, Verca seemed so different than the battle-crazed man I had recently fought beside.

Near the end of our conversation, Talo's thoughts in my head became too much for me to think through. When I tried to reach out to them through the open connection, I think I startled them, because we heard a noise from the sound of their room. I rushed over to make sure they were okay--luckily they were, albeit a bit embarrassed about the open link--and Verca joined shortly after via an unexpected teleportation into the center of the room. Even he seemed relatively surprised by that one. Like I wrote earlier: Verca and surprises come hand in hand.

During the night, I had a strange dream. I suppose nothing particularly odd happened during it--the contents were limited to flashes of a few images--, but it felt different than any dream I've had before. Images of broken glass, then blood, then golden feathers. All as if I was laying on my back looking up. I wasn't able to make out much else from them.

Verca and Talo have mentioned that when I black out, I am accompanied by the image of golden wings and a matching mask. I am starting to worry that I may have had more episodes than the two that they have told me about. I am scared that I may have done something horrible to someone and that I can't remember it.

After waking up, and while Verca was out of our room, I decided to ask Kaemon what he experiences when I black out. He said he also loses time, but at the very least it feels like home to him--not the cabin but the nest he fell out of when I first found him, he said.

When we gathered back up as a group, Talo expressed hearing the sound of trees rustling in the wind during the night, despite there being no trees in Legen as far as anyone of us knew. Verca also had a weird dream--something about fire and a big bird. At that point I decided to share my concerns about my dream, which led to Talo sharing their theory that I am possessed (as well as Verca because of the enjoyment he took at fighting the gnolls). That certainly did not help my fears about having done something during an unknown episode. They do not think the Mask is malicious, but I do not feel like I can be so confident. Their assurance that I am a good person was very kind and appreciated, though.

The conversation also revealed that Talo apparently does not dream. That was very difficult to wrap my head around.

Once we collected the reward for our first job from City Hall--seventy-five gold that was promptly added to the Bag of Holding--, we set out to manage the bulette. The walk there was uneventful, and the bulette itself was simply a baby that appeared to have gotten lost from its pack. Verca drew it out of the sand, commented that "They'll fucking kill you," pet the bulette, and talked to it in a language neither Talo nor I understood. Then the bulette left without any fuss. It was a fascinating process to watch. His interaction with the baby was gentle compared to his blood thirst yesterday. Verca seemed a tad embarrassed that that was not something considered "normal" above ground, though.

When asked about the difference between the bulette and the gnolls, given that there was a reasonable chance that both had hurt people--hence the jobs existing in the first place--, the separation seemed to come down to intention. He explained that if the baby hurt anyone, it was because it was scared and trying to defend itself; in contrast, he said that the gnolls were more intelligent and that their harm would have been based in malicious intensions. While I still feel torn about how yesterday played out, I did appreciate being allowed this insight into his thought process.

Since the bulette was handled so quickly, we decided to search for the bandits instead of going straight back to the city. During the walk, we found ourselves surrounded by fifteen jackals, which we handled without much issue. Afterwards, a woman came rushing over the nearby hill of sand, thanking us for our help and saying that their caravan had been accosted. But when she grabbed onto Verca, something seemed to hurt him before her body shifted into a lion-centaur-like form. It was a harder fight than the jackles--she nearly clawed through my abdomen, which Verca was able to heal rather quickly--, but we managed. We are currently stopped to rest before we continue on to the bandits.

Hopefully our goal to talk them down works.

[fan-burns]

Robots 2

Chapter 10: Rodney’s POV (2:34 am, TW for body horror, implied past self harm, and trippy dream)

I found myself floating in a dark void again, my feet swaying in an invisible wind. There wasn’t any ground or walls around me, but it didn’t matter anyways. It never did. Mist surrounded me, and the sound of chains being dragged across an invisible floor had made themselves known. As I looked towards the sound, two glowing blue orbs had pierced through the mist, and began to grow bigger as they approached me.

I’d been here before, and if anything I was more annoyed than scared by the sight of…well, it.

The thing had made its presence known as it creeped out of the mist. It looked just like me, but it had that hideous copper blue coloring on it and was missing its upgrades. It was missing its forearm pieces as well, which exposed the wires and a damaged endoskeleton underneath. As it got closer, the countless other scars and dents in its body had decided to show their ugly selves as well. By far the worst injury on its body was the crippled, lifeless legs that dangled underneath it, rendered useless as both legs and as scrap. They were barely attached to its body, and were slightly transparent at its feet.

There was another horrible scar that dominated the rest of them however…and that was the gapping, heart shaped hole in its chest. It was large enough to expose the ghostly endoskeleton within its chest, which also had its own series of scars and scratches. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was attacked by a bear, or was dragged underneath a Sweeper and lived to tell the tale.

Of course, I do know better…and I know what it really is.

“Welcome back, Rodney,” the thing spoke in a mangled version of my voice. Just hearing it alone would’ve been enough to cause pain to those unfortunate to hear it. Regardless of its mangled voice box, it went on unhindered in a teasing manner. “I take it you're still brainwashed? Or maybe you’ve finally figured out what's going on?”

“Yeah yeah, I figured it out weeks ago,” I snarled at it, “I’m stuck in a dream with you again. Why can’t you just leave me alone?!”

“Because,” it spoke through jagged, ruined teeth, “You’re being controlled by someone else. This isn’t you! I’m trying to help you!” 

“Help me?! I don’t need your help! I’m perfectly fine!!”

How dare this…whatever this thing is, tell me that something is wrong! This is obviously some kind of mind trick from Bigweld! Well TOO BAD MR. BIGBAD, I’M NOT FALLING FOR IT!

“You know I can hear what you're thinking, right?” The creature spoke with a dark chuckle, “Is Big Mr. Bigbad really the best you can come up with?”

“GET OUT OF MY HEAD!”

“I can’t.” it argued with a laugh, “I’m literally YOU. The real, not brainwashed YOU. And I need you to remember that!”

With a wave of its clawed and scarred hand, the mist had retreated, and in its place two chairs had appeared. The joints of the thing in front of me creaked and groaned as it took a seat, and gestured for me to take a seat next to it. As it gestured to the chair, I saw the hideous series of scars that decorated its wrists. The scars were caked in a foul smelling oil.

Reluctantly, I did as it wanted. I’ve done this before over and over again, and it always ends the same way. Still, it never gets any better…and I’ll never get used to it. 

“So what’s this about a “Citizenship Test”?” It asked. “What’s the deal with that?”

“It’s to keep everyone safe from things like you.” I pointed at it. “Take the test and keep your head clear from anything that Bigweld tries to tell you.”

“Oh, so it isn’t a huge red flag then?” It spoke sarcastically.

“Well if you know so much about it,” I argued back. “then enlighten me.” 

“Well let’s look at the obvious,” it began. “It’s biased in Ratchet’s favor and the multiple choices don’t properly reflect how someone might feel. That, and multiple choice questions can’t properly reflect a person’s feelings. You need an open answer for that.”

I felt my head tilt in confusion. Normally I’d ignore the creature's words but I couldn’t help but be curious as to where it was going with this. Even if I knew it was wrong. 

Seeing this, it went on. “You know how the first question is literally worded in a way that forces you to say yes no matter what? Or the last two questions? That's what I’m talking about.”

“So? Everyone should be happy with their purpose! And they should know that Bigweld’s the bad guy!”

“And if they’re not?” The thing argued.

“Then they’re worthless! If they don’t want to fulfill their purpose then we have no use for them!”

The creature stared at me as I spoke the truth. Its face was pained by what I had said, and its pale, glossy eyes were filled with disgust and sorrow. It brought its crippled hand to its head and cradled it in disappointment. As it rubbed its jagged fingers across its brow I felt a great relief wash over me. To see this creature, this attempt at replicating me, failing to do the one thing it was designed to do was beyond satisfaction. I assumed it was about to give up, but it regained its composure and turned its gaze towards me.

“I know you don’t understand a word you just said so I’m just going to skip to the point,” it said with great sadness and frustration. “You’re not happy with your ‘purpose.’”

“Of course I am!”

“No, you’re not. When you were asked to pick an alternative purpose, you picked Ratchet Industries, remember? You want to be an inventor for him. You want a better job.”

I hated to agree with it, but it was right…but everyone wants to work for Ratchet! I want to help design new upgrades because it aligns best with what my original purpose is! 

“So you admit it then?” the creature inquired as it heard what I was thinking. “You want a better job because you're unhappy with the one you have.”

I didn’t say anything. I held my breath as the creature went on. 

“Rodney, you know you're better than this. You’re capable of doing so much more than car repairs and tune ups. You can create things, inspire change, make people's lives better! Hell, you were even able to change the entire city!”

I didn’t believe what it was saying. I stopped listening to it.

“You’ve saved and improved so many lives because you trusted your instincts. You’ve helped so many people! You’ve made so many friends, met your idol, You even met the love of your life!”

I didn’t say anything. I kept my head clear of any thoughts.

“Rodney, listen to yourself!” It begged me, practically screaming at me. “What’s more important than any of that?!”

“My service to Ratchet.” I told it bluntly. “That’s more important than any fantasy world you can come up with!”

It stood up rapidly in anger. Its voice became low and dangerous in tone, but its face expressed dread and disgust. “So you’d sacrifice everything you’ve ever stood for, everything that makes you happy and enjoy life, just to keep Ratchet happy? Even after what he did?!”

It stared at me as I stood my ground, its tears running down the side of its face. It didn’t matter what it told me, or what it promised me, or anything else that it was trying to tell me. I knew it was just some trick to get me away from Ratchet! If I fall for that, then I’m a goner!

“I’d do that, and more, in a heartbeat.” I proclaimed. “If I’m going to be a mechanic for the rest of my life, then so be it! I’d rather be some low life mechanic than something to the likes of you!”

“Enough already!” The creature yelled in frustration as it threw its hands up, the pain in its voice nearly making me sick. 

The void began to fill with more fog, and it quickly swept around me, making it harder to see what was in front of me. I brought my hands up to try to swipe the fog away from my face, but to no avail. Clawing my way through the fog, I was able to catch one last glance at the creature. It had turned its back on me and disappeared into the fog. Its voice fading as the fog engulfed it, making it near impossible to make out what it said. 

Before I could do anything else, the fog had begun to circle around me. It slowly lifted me off of the ground, and I started to kick at the smoke and fog to make it release me, but it wouldn’t budge. As it took me higher and higher, I felt something warm shine on my head. 

I looked up and was nearly blinded by the sudden light that had appeared overhead. The fog around me began to disappear as it got closer to the light. Slowly, bit by bit, the column of smoke and fog had disappeared. I felt myself become weightless, but I felt myself begin to fall. 

My limbs flailed around as I tried to grab something to stop my fall, to grab onto something that could save me but it was useless. All I could do was close my eyes and pray that it would be quick, that the fall wouldn’t leave me half dead on the ground…

THUD!

My eyes shot wide open as I realized what had happened. I rubbed the back of my head as I slowly got up from the ground and back onto my bed. I felt the warmth of fresh tears on my face as I sat on the bed.

Another nightmare with that thing. 

I checked the clock on my dresser to see what time it was. As I expected, it was around two am. It always happens. I fall asleep, I meet that thing, and then I wake up. 

Every. Damned. Time.

My whole body had suddenly grown heavy. I let gravity push me back into the bed, but I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to go back to sleep… not after that nightmare. Maybe I can do something else to pass the time. I could scroll online, look at the new upgrades that Ratchet is making. I could look at ideas for improving business. Maybe I can sort through my tools and reorganize everything…again. For the fifteenth time. Maybe I can look through my phone for something to-

Wait! No not that! Anything but that!

I nearly bolted out of the bed when I thought about that phone. That thing’s phone is still in the dresser beside my bed. 

Ratchet had advised me to get rid of it, but I couldn’t bring myself to destroy it. I tried to destroy it, I really did, but I couldn’t. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t force myself to get rid of it. I was too attached to it. It must’ve been yet another trick from Bigweld. 

Well the joke was on that thing in the end. If I can't destroy it, I’ll just lock it away! I threw it into the dresser, fitted a lock onto it, and once it was installed I locked it and destroyed the key.

I let my body fall back onto the bed with a slight thud. I turned my head towards the dresser in question, a permanent reminder of my failure to get rid of my final tie to Bigweld and Cappy. The chain surrounding the dresser was still intact and secure, the lock pad pulling the chain close to the floor, but never touching it. 

I’m safe. I could be a lot safer if I had the strength to destroy the damned thing, but I’m still safe. He can’t get me. She can’t get me. That thing can’t get me. No one can get me. 

I turned my head to face the ceiling. I’ve decided that I’m not going back to sleep…I can’t risk running into that thing again. I’ll only close my eyes to let them rest, but I’ll keep myself awake. As I close them I move my foot in small, gentle circles. 

I can feel a warm liquid form under my eyes, and a tear falls off of the side of my face. My jaw clenches itself shut as I put my hands over my face, trying to keep myself from crying even further. A small gasp for air escapes my mouth despite my efforts, and more tears race across my cheeks. 

…it’s going to be another long night for me. I don’t need any more tears or nightmares to tell me that much.

[serephinastardust]

I hope this doesn't disturb anyone: Elystrias' (villain) chapter

This has lots of potential, but 1st draft of this chapter. Hope you all like Elystria's first dabble with forbidden magic and trying to keep her eyes on the prize, between flash backs to her mother and with whisperings of her doubt and the dark magic whipsering promises help, will she see herself become a villain before its too late?

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As I enter the [insert library of magic name] I glance again at my reflection in the window.I am now back in my normal appearance, with my wardrobe growing to a darker color. I straightened out my hair and pulled it up, and now I’m wearing a black and red corset top, and jean shorts, with some black boots.

If the old me were to see me now. I chuckle to myself as I make way to the ancient texts of the library. Fortunately, no one stopped me, not that I saw anyone. And if it were up to me, I would keep it that way, but I knew the universe would again betray me, so I tried to not to horribly jinx my situation.

I was on a mission. And this was my first stop of many. My footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor as I ventured deeper into the heart of the library. The shelves, stretching infinitely high, were laden with tomes that held the wisdom of ages past. The air was thick with thick with the scent of aged parchment and arcane secrets. I breathed deeply at this scent. It was like a mother’s embrace, welcoming me home. A memory bubbled up unbidden at this feeling.

I was just a child, my eyes wide with wonder as I stood in my family’s library. It was massive, and I had full access to it. My mother, a woman of wisdom and kindness, knelt beside me, her gentle fingers tracing the spines of the ancient tomes. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight, casting a warm, golden hue upon the shelves lined with books of all shapes and sizes.

“Books are not just words on pages, my little star,” She had said, her voice soft like a lullaby. “They hold the stories of the world, the knowledge of ages past. Every page turned is a journey taken, an adventure embarked upon.”

I remembered how she had pulled a think volume from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate illustrations. With the utmost care, she opened the book revealing pages filled with magical symbols and vibrant illustrations of mythical creatures. As I leaned closer, my eyes widened with fascination.

“Magic,” she whispered, her eyes alight with a spark of excitement. “It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s the thread that weaves through the tapestry of our world. It’s both wondrous and dangerous, my love. Remember, knowledge is a gift, but it must be wielded wisely.

In that moment, she enveloped me in her arms, her embrace a cocoon of safety and love. I rested my head against her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her jasmine perfume. The world outside faded away leaving only the comforting presence of my mother and the soft rustle of the pages turning.

I shook the memory away harshly. My mother had prematurely died years ago, and I didn’t need distractions for my current goals. I realized I had momentarily stopped in my moment of reliving a past long gone, frustrated with myself I angerly continued to make my way back, I needed to know more about The Convergence, I thirsted for it. I needed to stay focused. And a sudden pull on my essence had me turning to the shelves where I found myself in a sea of books. I allowed my fingers to trail over the spines as I continued following my senses.

After a few more turns in multiple different bookshelves, I found myself in some well-lit corridors, I felt like I was about to enter the heart of the library. I shuddered with excitement at that thought, and I allowed my pace to quicken a bit as I ventured into the shadows at the end of the corridors, my thirst for understanding leading me to the promised answers, or in this case a room filled with books whose appearance gave their age away. I took a moment to collect myself. I didn’t need another memory to take my focus now that I was here.

I glanced behind me and didn’t see anyone following me and a quick glance around the room showed a couple books off the shelves. But the room felt like it had been a while since those books had been touched last, and that’s exactly how I liked it, though I thought I could handle it, I wanted a little more time before people caught on to my location and came to disturb me.

Confirming one last time no one was near me, I fully entered the room and shut the door behind. I could potentially be here a while. I put up some runes and glyphs I learned in the past around the door frame, nothing permanent, I just needed to make sure no one disturbed me.

Following the tug of essence, I slowly appreciated all the books I passed by, making mental notes of the texts I needed to set my eyes upon. I need something to absorb and understand these faster. Even my fastest speed read while taking notes, would leave me here for months. I contemplated as the tug grew more and more fierce.  

These languages, though long lost to the general population, I was extremely familiar with. Stopping in what felt like a random shelf of books, no one title catching my eye, my hand unconsciously reached for an ornate volume at my hip. The cover was adorned with symbols that seemed to shimmer with hidden power, whispering promises that I desperately needed. Slowly looking over the cover and making sure there were no locks, traps, or anything that could possibly damage the book upon opening without permission, I opened the book where I stood.

It felt like the words were leaping off the pages, forming intricate incantations and forgotten lore right before my eyes. As I read, it felt like the book was imbedding itself into my memory. And the more I read, the more I started to understand, and things from my own research were clicking into place, making itself part of this new knowledge.

The Convergence, which had been just a name to me moments before, my own theories about it making it an abstract concept, began to take on a tangible form within these pages. The rituals described surrounding it were potent, their implications both exhilarating and terrifying to behold. I was intoxicated by the words, my mind ablaze with the possibilities, the potential. The hunger for power, the thirst for understanding, drove me further into the darkness.

I will also need to go to the Institute of Paranormal Research that Dr. Marlowe mentioned. They should never have been brought into the accident that happened, as my work has never been paranormal related. I always made sure of that. Why would they be interested in my work now, especially once … …

I stopped my thoughts, it was just one more unanswered question, and one if that thread held weight, the answers could be lethal. Time lost its meaning, as I emptied my mind of all unnecessary thoughts again and delved deeper, my surroundings fading away until there was only knowledge—the tantalizing, forbidden knowledge that pulsed through my veins like a drug. Each incantation, each diagram, whispered promises of mastery over the Convergence’s energies. I felt I was on the verge of revelations that could reshape the very fabric of Eldoria.

But in my obsession, there was a small flicker of doubt I couldn’t snuff out yet. Was this path I treaded truly worth the cost? Do I have anything worth losing over the cost? No, I lost them the day my experiment failed along with the runes and glyphs protecting my experiment room. The ancient books spoke of consequences, of risks that could shatter minds and souls. Yet, the lure of power drowned out the cautionary whispers. I pressed on, my hands trembling as they turned the pages of the forbidden texts, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and fear. The dark promises I desperately needed to hear slowly gaining in my mind.

“… seeker of truths, embrace the shadows… … within the Convergence lies the key you need. With power comes the ability to change the very fabric of reality. Your loved ones need not be lost forever; you can reclaim their essence, their souls reshaped… …”

I shuddered as the promises wrapped around my heart, it was chilling embrace, but it filled the void left in my soul. I could almost see [insert partner name], here the girls’ laughter, feeling them next to me. This book offered me hope, a possibility amid this world devoid of color.

“… seeker of truths, unlock the secrets of the Convergence, and you shall transcend the boundaries of mortality,” the whispers continued, a sing-song persuasiveness that was both comforting and tempting. “… seeker of truths, with every incantation in the books mastered, every cosmic force harnessed, you will draw closer to the reunion you crave. The power to reshape reality lies within your grasp, waiting for the right hands to yield it.”

 Oh, how I wanted, no, needed these promises right now. I was nearing the end of this wonderfully, beautiful book. And knew that this one was incomplete. I needed to find the rest of the collection if my end goals were to be realized, so I could live the rest of my life peacefully with my family. And to my surprise the last ritual was a boon. It was extremely simple, and a great aid to quenching my thirst for knowledge. I slowly went over this ritual.

The instructions were woven with intricate symbols and arcane phrases. I wasn’t in a room meant for a ritual, but using a ritual room felt wrong somehow. Though the instructions didn’t come right out and say it, it felt like the symbols needed to be placed on my body. Especially considering, I wanted to use this ritual continuously.

I found an empty table and sat the book down, and began preparing for the rituals, making slight adjustments for applying the symbols to my body, instead of writing them in the air. Not thinking twice of the implications of carving the symbols upon my body, I set to work. Not caring about my attire at this point, I pulled out my ceremonial dagger, I had simple runes of power carved into ages ago when I started my research. I also pulled out my rare luminescent ink, I accidentally found this while in some ruins one year verifying some research.

I glanced at the book one more time, verifying that my alterations to the ritual would work, took my clothes off and began. I started the ritual.

“Yrthak mornas, velthar thyndar, Enthar vorak, zythra kalidar, Kyrra mystara, sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria mandar…” I started the chant off slowly and rhythmic, power slowly filling up a small bubble around my body only. As it continued on I grabbed my dagger off the table; and with precision I sliced each of my palms, letting blood seep out and the dagger falling.

" Sylthor vandar, Eldor vynthar, Elystria, thyndar, mandar, Zythra kalidar, kyrra mystara, In shadows deep, we write our saga.” Raising my arms up, almost swaying, I let the blood seep down body, the more coverage I had the more symbols would be marked upon me, and the more books I could interpret at one time.

I know I should have felt disgusted by what I was doing. But in this moment, I truly had stopped caring for what I was doing at this moment. The temptation of all that knowledge, just in this room alone, kicked my hesitation out to the Astral Realm. And on instinct alone, when I felt the moment was right, a lull in the chanting, I grabbed my ink, and dipped a finger into it.

Now it was time for the symbols to take root in me. I repeated the first chant over for each symbol, replacing my name, with the name of the symbols I was calling forth. On my right arm I drew and called up on Kalenth, which signified a thirst for ancient knowledge. On my left arm I draw and called upon the Fyndor, which signified the understanding of ancient texts. The following symbols were Thalys, Sythralis, Xylorenth, Kythos, and many more at varying points on my body where my blood managed to reach.

 As I finished the last symbol, the air crackled with energy as this marked the climax of the ritual, and the last step I personally need to take part in. The ritual itself would complete on its own, finishing when my body absorbed the last remnants of power I created. I watched fascinatingly as some of my blood flew on the ritual page of the book I was referencing. A new chant picked up around me as the books absorbed the blood, making it look like no blood had ever marred its pages.

It was in this moment, I felt whole for the briefest of moments. I watched as the symbols I wrote on my body lit up with starlight, and even more symbols appeared following the trails of blood. When the last symbol lit up, a horrible pain racked through me. It felt like all my bones were breaking and a monster migraine attacked my head, forcing my eyes shut. I can’t say this was worse than losing my family though, but I felt my energy start to leave me from all the pain I was feeling.

Am I dying? Will I go see my family now?

These were my last thoughts, as blackness stole over me as my energy drained out.

(This ritual was supposed to be a as needed ritual. Only requiring a ritual room. No stripping or blood sacrifice needed. How much havic can Elystria cause consciously, if she can unconsciously make a ritual enter the dark magic realm? Also, is that some of her past self creaping in there at the end when she asks if she's dying? I personally think the her that cast the ritual wouldn't have thought those thoughts. Let's see how the next chapter unfolds)

[scentedinksandwhackedseals]

ongoing continued:

The Witch: A lonely timeless Witch trying to find someone to watch the trees grow with.

My note: This comic is somehow soft and calming and heartwrenching and dramatic at the same time. It reminds me of This Is How You Lose The Time War in some ways. Maybe because of the way it travels through different times and places and all the stories.

on hiatus:

Cunning Fire: Cunning Fire is an urban fantasy story about witches and spirits in modern day Chicago. After they discover her ability to see Spirits, a local coven recruits Akiva Stein to be the Death witch in their quest to create the legendary Elixir of Life. Along the way, Akiva is confronted by strange creatures, the worlds of the Astral plane, and the horrible realities of past events, forcing her to face her own abilities and flaws and how they will shape her future.

My note: I love this series so goddamn much and can't recommend it enough. (But that's true for every single one of these so...) Plus it takes place in the city I grew up in which is pretty cool. Unfortunately I have no idea when or if it's ever coming back.

Spellbound: Highschool might just be a few years, but when you re hit with stress, depression, and feel like you can only count on yourself, these years all seem a lot longer!

My note: For more of a description, cute gay witches with family and mental health issues. I think this might be good for fans of Heartstopper even though it's not thaaaat much like Heartstopper.

The Sea in You: Corinth was just trying to clean up the beach, she never expected to meet a mermaid, let alone be nearly drowned by one. It was the start of a very strange friendship.

My note: This one is more completed than on hiatus but the last episode says end of story 1 so...

Darker Further Down: Libby and Elaine Miller are maybe-cousins living in a stupid duplex (stuplex) in Blackwater, Maine. Elaine pines after the girl who lives in the deep end of their public pool and Libby does what she can to keep a doppelganger of her mother at bay. You can live a pretty normal life in Blackwater if you've got a good priest, a house with no history, and a healthy family dynamic. But if you don't, well… welcome to the night crew.

My note: You can read a lot more on the artist's instagram @coinswallow

some of my favorite webcomics

they all have queer main characters and they're all excellent.

completed:

Power Ballad: As personal assistant to an international pop star, Meera Verma has her hands full trying to keep the gorgeous and talented Carina Peterson primped, polished, and mostly on time. As personal assistant to a Los Angeles-based masked vigilante, Meera has her hands full repairing body armor, stitching up knife wounds, and generally doing everything in her power to keep the mysterious and reckless Skeleton alive and out of trouble. Carrie's just trying to make some music and fight some crime.

My note: Funny, interesting plot, great characters. I also love the role the internet plays in this comic. Btw, only the character on the left in the preview below is one of the main characters. The one on the right is her ex who makes a single appearance. She has a lot of exes who make appearances.

Muted (my beloved!!!): On the full moon of her 21st year, the young witch, Camille Severin, is expected to perform the traditional ritual to summon forth a winged demon for her families success and prosperity. But when the ritual goes wrong, it reveals the terrifying truths about herself and the secrets that threaten to tear her family apart.

My note: This might be my favorite webcomic ever, partially because it was one of the first ones I ever read. But yeah, I love it so much.

Heir’s Game: When a new heir to the duchy of Belluna comes of age, there is held the Heir's Game: a brutal series of duels to determine the heir's bodyguard. When Theuden, the new heir, meets Isran, a quiet duelist with a mysterious past, their love will threaten to change everything.

My note: Another one of the first webcomics I read. I love it very much. Warning: it has a lot of gory moments. Plenty of disturbing injuries.

Shoot Around (by the same creator as Heir's Game): When a zombie apocalypse hits during the practice of a high school basketball team, it's a whole new life for the coach, Jeff. The world's turned upside down and the girls seem to be handling the changes way better than Jeff, who has troubles adjusting. A close-knit group of friends, the girls are eager to tackle this new world with its challenges!

My note: ok maybe I won't have a note for every single one. But yeah, same creator as Heir's Game, also excellent. But they're all excellent. So.

Four Leaf: Pulled into a magical world by her enigmatic best friend, Lupe finds herself in the middle of an ongoing battle between witches who seek the remains of the Wolf, and hunters who are after the witches. There's not much Lupe can do to escape her fate; only the Lady of Wishes can send her home… if the legend is true.

A Week In Warrigilla: Three days into a road trip through rural Australia, girlfriends Hazel and Willie find themselves trapped within the supernatural region of Warrigilla. With nothing but their green Holden and the notes of a mysterious traveller, they drive cross-country in an attempt to escape. [cw: mild gore, mild body-horror, horror themes and suspense]

ongoing:

Broccoli Soup (will be going on hiatus soon): This is a story about a young Broccoli who lives in a void with their best friend Doris. Everything is ideal. There is definitely nothing wrong here.

My note: Weird, cute, and sometimes a little creepy. I am in love with this comic.

The Greenhouse: When a random stranger on the streets told her she was cursed, Mica didn't believe it. But once she's moved into her new apartment after being kicked out, she's starting to reconsider what they said might have been true.

My note: these characters have my whole heart. The main character, Mica, also happens to remind me of Julien Baker in a lot of ways as described in this post.

Ava’s Demon: Ava's Demon is about a girl named Ava and the demon haunting her. The demon, however, might just be the ghost of an alien queen, Wrathia, seeking revenge on the one that destroyed her empire, a god-like figure named Titan. The story follows Ava as she makes her way across the universe, teaming up with Wrathia on a quest for revenge, while fighting her inner demons along the way.

My note: The art. *Chef's kiss*

180 Angel: Chloe Heavenwood wants nothing more than to become a delivery angel like her mother, but her world turns upside down when she asks a disagreeable reaper for help. Soon she is thrown into the affairs of Hell, where she makes an unlikely group of friends and begins to question everything she has learned about Heaven. To make matters worse, it seems she has won the attention of Hell's fiery Princess…

to be continued since you only get 10 links per post apparently?

[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Yandere Acromantula w/ child reader

A.N. Okay, so, I should mention that I am not a Harry Potter fan in the slightest but I do find the creatures fascinating. Thus I wanted to write some stuff with each creature. If any Harry Potter character does appear in the writing, they will most likely be ooc because I didn't read any of the books past the first one. Apologies if that upset someone. Also there will be some triggering things when reading this. If something related to the yandere genre, do yourself a favor and don't read. P.S. this is all platonic.

"Hello?"

I called out, hoping to find my parents again.

My parents and I were on a trip to Borneo and we decided to take a tour of one of the jungles there. Sadly, my parents continued along their way while I was admiring a beautiful flower. I was trying to find somebody from my travel group but instead, I was just getting more and more lost. The sun started going down and the forest was getting darker and darker. Tears started to fill the corners of my eyes for my imagination was making shapes and creatures that weren't real.

"Mommy! Daddy! Where are you?!" I shouted, running away from the gruesome creatures of the shadows.

A root was slightly above the ground and snagged my foot. I tripped and spun around on the ground. Like Sonic The Hedgehog's spin attack. I got plenty of different scrapes and bruises but the worse was the fact that my ankle got twisted. I tried to get back up but I couldn't put any pressure on my foot to get anywhere.

'Time to start crawling. It would be better than nothing at all.'

I used my elbows to dig into the ground to start inching forward. Plenty of rocks were digging into my skin but I had to ignore the pain to actually get far away from anything. Eventually, I made it to an area that was covered with spider webs everywhere. The webs were quite large and the silk was extra sticky. You could see the drops on each string. I was doing my best to avoid the webs but I'm not the most careful person in the world.

My arm got stuck in one of the webs and I couldn't get loose from it. I really didn't want to be eaten by a giant spider today. I was wriggling as much as I could but I ended up getting more and more entangled in the web.

"You poor little child. Got stuck inside of my web it seems. What is something as small and weak as you doing in this dark forest?" A silky, woman's voice came in my ears.

I felt myself freeze for a few seconds before and uncontrollable shake started to take over my entire body. My breathing became irregular and shaky. My vision was starting to become blurry with the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I then felt a presence behind me which made me turn around slightly. That proved to be a horrible decision.

A giant spider was only about two feet away from me. I thought that spiders couldn't talk or if they could, then humans were just not able to understand them. She was covered in black hair and was making a clicking noise that reminded me of my father's snapping. She then brought one of her legs up to brush my hair out of my face slightly.

The tears that were originally staying put started to flow freely down my face. All that I wanted now is my mother.

"M-mommy..." I whispered to myself, thinking that if I said her name that she would magically appear and save me from this situation. With her in mind, I could feel phantom hugs and kisses from her.

"Mommy?" The spider repeated, confusion filling her being, not used to being called mommy.

The acromantula then started to observe her prey and notice certain features that she originally didn't pay much attention before. The little child's sparkling eyes were filled with fear and sorrow but also had a few hidden sparks of curiosity. Their hair was beautifully styled and was fuller than the hair that covered her and her family's bodies. All of the bright red scrapes and blue/purple bruises that were covering their nicely colored skin.

After a detailed scan, the acromantula decided to speak again and try to comfort the crying child.

"You are quite the stunning creature, little one. Especially for a human. Normally, I don't care much for appearances but you, my dear, would be quite a shame to lose. Now, it's time for us to go and meet all of your new siblings. But, let us make sure that you don't accidentally hurt yourself anymore. My birth name is Reina but you can call me Mommy."

Reina plucked me out of her web and then proceeded to wrap a silk cocoon around me at a fast pace. My fight or flight kicked in and I had panic filling my veins.

"N-no! Wait, please!" I shouted, trying to struggle to prevent the cocoon from being made.

"Now, now. No squirming. You don't have to worry anymore. I'll take great care of you. How about to build some trust, you tell me your name since I already told you mine." Reina said, successfully getting silk all around my arms and legs, which also ended all of my struggling.

"(Y-Y/N)." I choked out, my throat tightening from all of the crying and the fact that my fate was sealed with a silk ribbon.

"(Y/N). What a unique name. I quite like that name. Well, I hope that you enjoy your new home with all of your new siblings."

After making sure that I secure on her back, Reina quickly climbed up a tree, revealing how large the webs truly were. She was moving at such blinding speed that I needed to close my eyes for most of it. I reopened my eyes when I felt the wind stop flowing my hair. We made it to what seemed to be a giant web. I could see the ground and I did not appreciate how far it was from me.

Something else that I noticed was all of the giant orbs that were littered around the web. They seemed to be the size of a beach ball but I had a feeling that they were actually beach balls. Reina then removed my cocoon from her back and stuck me to the web. She cut most of the web away from my body except from my back to make sure that I wouldn't tumble down to the ground below. She then took my twisted ankle and started to wrap it. It was an excellently made cast. I just wish it was a human who made it.

"There we go. Now, I want you to stay off that leg of yours. You wouldn't want to go and make your ankle worse. I'm gonna go and make sure that all of your unborn siblings are doing just fine."

So, that's what all of the beach balls things are. They're her eggs. While she seemed to be distracted, I started to observe the web that I was stuck on. It seemed that the webs actually climb down the trees. If I could crawl over there, I can climb all of the way down to the ground.

I started to struggle to try and get off of my back but I quickly realized that was a bad idea. I don't know how to move around the web without falling to my doom. The web on my back was the only thing that was keeping me from falling to my death.

"All of my babies are nice and healthy. Now, it's time to ensure that you won't be eaten the first time that I leave you alone in the web," Reina explained, petting my head lightly with one of her legs, "And then we can have some well needed parent child time together."

Reina picked me up once again and started rushing through the trees. I saw plenty of other large spiders on the way. They didn't seem all that pleased with my presence. I started to shake slightly. Their glares mixed with the deep seeded loneliness of being lost were making near impossible to breath normally. I tried to take deep breaths to regulate my heartbeat. It only worked slightly.

"We're here." Reina said out of nowhere.

I looked behind my shoulder at another spider like Reina. Except he was a tad smaller then Reina. Reina took me off of her back before she started talking with the other spider. They started yelling at each other but I sort of tuned them out. I didn't need to know if I was going to be eaten or not by the male spider.

The male spider seemed to back down because Reina was getting really scary. He only nodded to her before going off on his own. Reina started to let out light clicks. They reminded me of the snapping that my dad would do to me when I was a baby to entertain me. Reina picked me up again and started to carry me back to her web. I was honestly getting really sick of being carried around like I'm some sort of doll for Reina. But I know better than to try and get out of this. Falling to my death isn't better.

We made it back and Reina stuck me on my back once again. She kept on clicking but she was adding more webs around my body. She stuck my hands and legs into a star fish position and I couldn't move at all. After she was pleased with what she done, Reina just laid down near me.

"There you go, all tucked in and safe. Now, let's bring your siblings over."

Reina then rolled all 100 eggs over to where I was stuck and next thing that I knew was that I was surrounded by all of the soft squishy eggs. Reina then crawled over the eggs carefully before lying down on top of me.

"There we go. Now, you won't freeze half way through the night."

Reina then closed her eyes and started click rhythmically. The clicks started to make me drift off to sleep as well. It was like some sort of lullaby.

I don't know how long I was out for. When I came to, Reina wasn't there but I was still surrounded by all of the eggs. The ones that were closest to me were actually tapping me which I found odd. It was like the baby spiders were trying to get close to me.

"Awwww, how adorable."

Reina' voice flooded my ears and freaked me out. I jolted my head towards her and saw her with an animal carcass.

"W-What's adorable?"

"That my babies are already growing close to you! I was worried that they were too far within their growing process to like someone other than their Mommy. But now my fears are fictional."

Reina placed the animal down before crawling over to me. My fear was renewed and I tried to struggle once again but the webs were still really strong. Reina laid down on me again and started clicking.

This became a sort of pattern for the next few weeks. I would wake up, my 'siblings' would be all around me, and Reina would come back with some sort of food for us. My ankle finally healed and Reina spent an entire week to teach me how to walk on the webs. It actually a lot of fun to crawl over each of the lines!

One day, when Reina was out and I finally worked up the courage to crawl down one of the trees, something started happening to the eggs. Cracks started to form all over the shells. Panic was starting to form in my stomach and made me kick my movements into high gear.

I was walking as quickly as I could around the web to reach one of the trunks but before I could reach it, I was tackled to the web by one of the newly hatched spiders.

"Sibling! Sibling! Sibling!" All of the new born spiders started chanting around me.

"H-he-hey! N-n-n-no. I'm not your sibling."

"Yes, you are! We recognize you!"

I kept trying to distract all of the young ones but eventually, I was being chased around the web in a weird version of tag. Thankfully, I ended up tiring a few of them out but in the end, I was the one who ended up losing all of their energy. The not tired spiders crawled on top of me once again while the more tired once crawled onto the dog pile.

I tried to squirm my way out from underneath all of the children but I couldn't move an inch. My vision started to fade. I guess that I was more tired than I originally guessed. I woke up to Reina's laughter. I felt her legs lightly stroking my head.

"This is such a welcoming scene to come back to. My babies hatched and to see them cuddling their older sibling. This is everything that I could have dreamed of when I took you in. The best part is that I can sense that you are not of wizard heritage. Which means that you can't use powers to get away from us, plus anybody who might try to look for you wouldn't know that we exist. What a perfect scenario."

My mind went blank at her words. Wizards are real. I shouldn't be too surprised considering I'm having a conversation with a spider right now. I heard a tiny yawn before a shout of "Mother!" was sounded.

All of the tiny spiders crawled off of me and started to crawl on Reina. I started to try and crawl backwards towards a tree trunk but Reina took notice of my movements and shot out of silk, sticking my leg to the web.

"Now, now, (Y/N). I know that you're as excited as I am but you must stay here for now. Now, my children, I'm hoping that your older siblings did a good job of entertaining and taking care of you while I was gone. Who's hungry though? I've got a lot of delicious food for all of us to feast upon." Reina spoke, successfully getting all of the young spiders crawling towards the food.

Reina watched over her children before turning her gaze towards me. I started shaking because now, I had no chance of escaping this web. Why couldn't the children have hatched tomorrow?!

"Come now, my child. We must feast as well."

Reina sliced through her web and held out her leg for me to grab. She was glaring at me, sort of taunting me to disobey her. I forced myself to grab her leg and I started walking to the food.

"That's my good child."

[definegodliness]

Full Scrooge

The inner debates have ended. I have decided to go Full Scrooge this year, arguing I’ve been keeping up appearances for far, far too long, and it simply seems ridiculous to, once again, begrudgingly, and forcibly zone out for an entire evening spent in social obligations. 

Christmas is cancelled.

I am tired of the mind-numbing, deliberately air-headed conversations. Tired of the alternative: getting drunk to make the whole ordeal somewhat more festive and interesting, with the trade-off of taking a train ride home wherein I get pooped to the point only a wretched disdain for myself and the world fuels me. I am a horribly miserable and lonely creature, and I want to taste a season without having to fake my way with bright smiles and entertaining anecdotes of long, long bygone times. 

I don’t want to feel any responsibility of being the light of the party. No, I don’t even want to be a faint glow’s mediator. I reject my role within the whole. This year. It is all too far away from me. 

I can’t muster the strength to be lived. Dejection’s rot has at long last settled in so deep that I feel I can trade in my loved ones’ disappointment for a shred of inner peace. This year. I have made that clear. 

I’ll get on with the show in 2023. 

As such, my act of defiance is one of consensus, and safely worth absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. But, still, I am going Full Scrooge, and saying ‘Christmas is cancelled’ is quite unique. I mean, who could hate the most wonderful time of the year? I find it rather humorous that the answer is ‘me’. I am the one to spit my gall and mutter ‘humbug’ this year. It is my present from me to me. It will be an off and on sit-through of guilt and shame, but at least I will get to be real. Horrid and hopeless and real. 

What sealed the deal is the notion that if I am to remain completely unseen, I’d rather have no people within my nearest proximity. None of these half-assed attempts at (re)connection. I know I’m unnerving when one ungenuinely asks and expectedly gets dishonesty. I know the spirited people will feel empathetically obligated to for the first time this year ask how I’ve been doing, and worst, with maintained eye-contact add, “like, really?”. 

I don’t want to answer and feel that apologetic shit-eating grin shape my mouth and cheeks. 

The only thing I am bummed out about is that I won’t get three spirits to grant me an epiphany to reignite my interest in living, and the living. I am very aware of my past, and present, and I can’t see any Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come doing anything other than shake my hand for not dragging any naive or unsuspecting human being into this utmost jaded hellhole with me. I am not in any acceptable place to either send forth or receive love this year. Honestly, I should be tucked away by any means.

I am looking forward to all of this, as I find it funny. In self-deprecating humor. In enlarged and dramatised senses of self, set free. In unadulterated honesty. I will end this year as I have experienced life, and my own metaphysicality. Horrid, hopeless, miserable, and lonely. Frankly. When the clock strikes twelve come New Year’s Eve, I will be in bed for approximately half an hour. Even though I stay up well into the AM’s three-hundred-sixty-four days of the year. I will curse the fireworks, and all of you. Humbug. 

Just this year.

[221bshrlocked]

Show Me Your True Colors

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader

Words: 14092 (I swear this was supposed to be a short oneshot but it got out of hand. I'm so so sorry.)

Warnings: 28% smut, 72% plot. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Oral (male and female receiving). Fingering and Squirting due to overstimulation. Some dom/sub elements but not full-on. Creampie. Rough handling (e.g. hair-pulling, spanking, hand-binding, some more hair-pulling). I think that's all?!

Inspired by these posts [x] [x] and by this lovely artist. Thanks @danniburgh for humoring me with my thots.

A/N: I came back from my temporary hiatus to post this because I couldn't wait. And now I shall return to my little corner again. Sorry guys these school/administrative issues are taking longer to deal with so I'm for the most part still away. This is not beta'd. Let me know how I'm doing in the comments please and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy. And you can add yourself to the taglist here.

It’s such a different atmosphere, from what he remembers at least. It’s been so long since he stepped foot on a university campus, and he can’t help but smile at the spectrum of personalities all around him. While some students lounge underneath the trees and on the grass, others ran hastily to their courses. Those were probably freshmen.

As he makes his way through the campus, he has to look at his phone numerous times to figure out where exactly he was going. That’s definitely one thing he didn’t miss about being in school, the fact that he was shit in directions and how he almost always got lost during the beginning of each semester.

When he does finally find the art history department, he silences his phone and heads to the first office he can find.

“Good afternoon, my name is Nicola. How can I help you?”

“Hi Nicola, I’m here to see Dr. Y/N Y/L/N. I was wondering if you could direct me to her office please?” Marcus smiles as he unbuttons his suit jacket, not realizing that his FBI tag was now visible to the world.

“She’s currently in one of her lectures, you could-” Marcus follows Nicola’s line of sight when she grows quiet and groans when he sees that she noticed his FBI tag.

“Please, she’s not in trouble. I am part of the FBI Art Crime Team, and I’m actually coming to ask if we could get her professional opinion on an artifact. Just need her to consult on something.” He smiles at Nicola and waits for her expression to relax before he continues.

“Do you mind telling me which lecture hall she’s in?”

“Y-yes, she’s in H140. Make a right at the door and it’s the hall all the way at the end.”

“Thank you Nicola, have a good day.” Marcus nods at her before he buttons his jacket again to avoid any suspicious, terrified looks as he makes his way to the lecture hall. He walks quietly, avoiding the students walking past him as they exit the rooms. When he reaches the door, he turns the knob slowly to not make any noise, hoping that he wasn’t being too disruptive once he walks in. As he shuts it behind him and looks around, his eyes almost fall out of their sockets.

There are at least 250, maybe 300 students filling the seats of the room. He awkwardly smiles when some students look to the side and see him standing at the foot of the door. He quickly takes a seat and says nothing as the students return their attention to the large projected screen. Marcus hears what he assumes is your voice through the large speakers but he can’t place your position. As he looks at the projected images, he finally catches you through his peripheral vision as you step off the railing near the exit doors at the front of the room.

“Because of this association with the gods, many amulets used to ward off the evil eye include depictions of mythological figures and deities who are almost, if not always, female. To the Greeks and Romans, the most common fascinations with an evil eye were women in any shape or form. They were thought to have the most powerful and harmful gaze that might kill if eye contact was established. That’s basically me telling you to never look me in the eye or else I will curse the cow of your second cousin twice removed.” Laughter reverberates off the walls at your joke and only grows louder when you whisper, “just kidding...or am I?” Marcus can’t help but smile at your jokes, watching with fascination as you move up and down the stairs of one side of the lecture hall once you continue to speak.

“Now, I know what some of you are thinking...isn’t that a bit sexist? Well, to the ancients, no. And to us, it’s kind of a meh thing. I know that doesn’t sound very feminist of me but it all comes down to the culture and the ancient practices that carried over. Just remember that it wasn’t because they were women, it was because they were thought to be powerful...a glass half-full kinda thing.” Marcus watches you closely as you maintain your focus on the students before you switch the slide and stand in the middle of the stairway with your back towards the projector.

“So, we find goddesses such as Erinnyes or the Furies associated with the evil eye because of their avenging nature. Their heads were covered in serpents and their eyes were always bloodshot and one of the Furies by the name of Megaera was considered in late antiquity as the personification of envy and whose eyes were the most envious and deadly of all the Furies. She was described by poets as baskanon omma pherousa...bearing the evil eye. Naturally, many children in late antiquity constantly wore amulets of stone galactite to protect them from the eyes of Megaera, and sometimes even wore necklaces with her face on it to counteract the evil eye of someone else and have her curse the ones who tried to harm them. Basically, the ancients were playing a game of tag with the evil eye.” You descend the stairs and walk to the other side of the hall, and Marcus feels his chest tighten with how much confidence you exude, not just through your words but with how you carry yourself as well.

“Perhaps the most famous of these dangerous women is Medusa who was one of the Gorgones in Greek mythology. The Gorgones were one of many female beings such as the Harpies, the Erinnyes, the Graiae, and the Keres, who were said to be grim-faced, and who held horrible looks. Briefly, the story tells of how she was one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the earth and later became hateful-looking by Athena as punishment for being raped by Poseidon in the middle of the huntress’ temple. Her hair became serpents and she was so furious that anyone who would look at her would turn into stone...at least that is the version you will hear from the “all-knowing” male scholars within this field. But, and I know I’m going on a rant here, if you’re like me, you’re more likely to argue that Athena pretended to hate Medusa. The serpents were no punishment! The goddess looked at the poor woman and gave her a weapon to use against men because unfortunately, she couldn’t do anything to avenge her...not only because she didn’t get along with Poseidon but also because he was a god as well. Anyway, back to Medusa’s amazing power which I would love to have so I could use it whenever I’m talking to some professors in this department...don’t quote me on that.” Again, Marcus chuckles at your side commentary and notices how calm and enjoyable the atmosphere of the lecture is. If only he had professors like you when he was in university.

“Even after she was decapitated by Perseus, her powers were very much alive and it is said that Athena placed Medusa’s image on her shield, once Perseus returned it, in order to use it when she hunted. This suggests that depictions of her severed head held apotropaic power and like earlier, one could use a creature who held the power of the evil eye against another being who is said to use the evil eye. Following this principle of similia similibus, it is not surprising that most of the amulets found in Greece and Rome contained illustrations of Medusa’s decapitated head on them. What was once the possessor of the evil eye became a protective symbol against the very same thing.” Just as you are about to continue with the next image, an alarm goes off and Marcus frowns in shock at how inconsiderate it was that phones weren’t silenced. But his surprise only heightens when he sees you running down the steps to your desk and picking up the phone sitting in the middle of the table.

“Ahhhh man, we were just about to get to the cavalier. That’s okay. Remember, the second response is due first thing on Friday. If you can’t turn it in during class, shoot me an email and we can work something out with my TAs. Go forth my clever spawns!” Marcus stands up and glues himself to the wall when he sees students emptying the lecture hall, his eyes on your form at the front of the class. He hopes you don’t leave out of the front exit and begins to make his way to you through the multitude of undergrads leaving. When he reaches your desk, he stands to the side until you finish chatting with one of the students and begins to collect your work.

“Dr. Y/L/N?”

“Please, it’s just Y/N. Who are you and how can I help you today?” You almost do a double take when you look up from your bag and see the man standing in front of you. To say that you were starstruck by the man in front of you would have been the understatement of the century.

“I’m Special Agent Marcus Pike,” he holds out his FBI tag for you and watches as you raise an eyebrow at him before you swing your bag across your shoulders and motion for him to follow you out of the hall.

“I would like to put it on record that I do not, in fact, wish to turn any of my colleagues to stone.” You joke, and Marcus senses that you are perhaps nervous at seeing his tag.

“Believe me, I would like to do that to some of mine as well...but no, not why I’m here.” Marcus clips the tag below his jacket as he walks with you.

“May I ask what I have done that caught the FBI’s attention?” You walk ahead of him, and ask him if it was okay for him to head over to your office with you.

“I’m with the FBI Art Crime Team and I’m here on a request. We would like to consult you on an open investigation and I came here to ask what your availability is.” Marcus follows you up the stairs, barely forcing his eyes to remain on your feet instead of elsewhere.

“Oh, me? That’s...wow. Of all the things I thought I would accomplish in my life, that’s definitely not one of them. May I ask what it is you need my opinion on?” You push open the doorway of the staircase and point at your office across the quiet hall.

“Unfortunately, there is a lot of paperwork you need to fill out before we get to work so I can’t disclose anything about the case until you sign in.” Marcus steps into the office behind you and watches as you set your things down before you move to your desk. He can’t help but feel his muscles loosen at the sight of the bookshelves across your room.

“This is probably the most exciting thing to happen to me all year long so yes, hundred percent. I’m available for the rest of the day today as well as tomorrow and Friday after lecture which ends at the same time as today’s.” You beam up at him as you take two books out of your bag and replace them with a folder that was sitting in the middle of your desk. Marcus looks at you quizzically, marveling at how much easier this was going. He genuinely thought he was going to meet with someone who was probably a bit proud and perhaps as much of an asshole as his previous professors but you were so much different than anyone he’s ever met within this field.

“Are you sure? I understand if you need to take a week or two-”

“No please, you’ll be saving me from faculty lunches and two seminars by colleagues that I genuinely cannot fucking stand- oh, sorry. Sorry, didn’t mean to-” You swing your leather bag around your shoulder again and shut the blinds of the windows before you walk to the door.

“Please, you don’t have to worry about that with me.” Marcus chuckles at the excitement rolling off of you and bites his lower lip when he watches you quickly fix your hair.

“I might need to have lunch on the way to your office though if that’s okay?” You take a plastic container out of your bag and smile sheepishly at him as you lock your door.

“Wow...is your bag bigger on the inside or something? And, yeah fine by me.” He pushes his hands into his pockets again and walks next to you, a little corner in his heart gradually filling with hope letting him know that he should be cautious. He didn’t want a repeat of last time.

You both chat briefly on your way to headquarters and Marcus apologizes every time he looks over and sees you struggling with your food. By the time you make it to the building, Marcus can tell you are a bit nervous and he assures you once more that this was merely a consultation.

“Wait how did you even find me?” You take your jacket off along with everything in your pockets, laying them down near your bag as they go through the scanner. Marcus passes through with his badge and waits for you on the other side, picking up your things as you put your jacket back on.

“I made some calls and a friend suggested to get in touch with you because of your expertise.”

“Oh now we’re getting somewhere. You have a Greek artifact don’t you?” Marcus halts in his steps and looks over to you as he shuts his eyes in irritation. He should have watched what he said.

“S-sorry I couldn’t help it. I’ll stop until I fill out whatever paperwork you have for me.” You take your things from him and walk quietly as he leads you to the elevators.

“I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s not personal, it’s just-”

“Business I know. I know. I’m so used to watching this kind of stuff in movies that I tend to forget it’s all fake and you’re...the real deal.” You hope he doesn’t see the way your eyes trail over his taller form, silently cursing yourself when you meet his eyes and notice how he’s already staring at you with a smile.

“Sorry.” You apologize again and look straight ahead, hands tightening around the leather strap when you realize that he’s still looking at you.

Marcus fists the hands in his pockets to prevent himself from saying anything else that might make you uncomfortable, and he looks at the increasing numbers as they reach his floor. A loud ring signals your arrival and Marcus stretches out his hand so you could walk ahead of him. You wait until he tells you where to go and say nothing when he stops for a second and whispers something to another agent.

When you arrive at his office, you stand to the side and wait for him to tell you what to do.

“What’re you doing all the way over there? Come here.” Marcus calls you over to his desk and smiles, hoping to put you a little at ease. You step towards him and set your stuff on the floor as you sit opposite him on one of the two chairs. He pulls out a couple of files and sets them in front of you in four different piles.

“That’s a lot of paperwork.” You chuckle nervously as you take out a pen from your bag.

“I know, I’m sorry. But that’s why I’m here. These are the building rules and your signature is basically you telling us you’ll abide by all of them.”

“I don’t know any of them.” You respond immediately, and rub harshly at the pen between your fingers.

“I’ll be with you at all times so you don’t have to worry about that.” His smile throws you off guard and you nod before you sign the highlighted areas.

“And these are you swearing that you will tell no one of whatever you see, hear, do, etc. within the building.” You nod and sign through the stapled paperwork before sliding them his way.

“We’re almost done. These two are like the second pile but they have to do with this case specifically. And they extend to outside the premises, meaning that if I or another agent on the case tells you anything that has to do with your work here today while we’re grabbing coffee from across the street, you can’t say it to a living soul.” Marcus points at the four highlighted boxes and tells you to sign the date next to them as well.

“So I can say it to my dead cousin?” You ask as you sign the two papers and hand them to him, unable to hold your laughter when he shakes his head as he pushes the last pile towards you.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

“Can’t help it.”

“And finally, these are you swearing that whatever you tell us today, be it an opinion, a fact, or anything else, is the absolute truth. Basically, you’re not fucking with us.” You raise an eyebrow at his choice in words and he shrugs his shoulders as he motions for the empty spaces again. When you’re done, Marcus collects all the files and places them in a folder before he unlocks his desk and pushes them inside.

“I don’t ever want to see my signature again.” You whisper as he leads you out of the office towards a conference room. He holds the door for you and nods ahead, waiting for you to step in before he shuts the door behind him and turns around. You try to ignore the hand pushing on your lower back as you walk in and spot three gentlemen and one woman standing towards the end of the long table.

“Wow, that was quick.” The female agent is first to speak and you say nothing as Marcus introduces you to them.

“Thank you for coming on such a short notice.”

“Of course. This is very exciting for me so I’m happy to help in any way.” You shake her hand and stand to the side as Marcus motions for you to sit down.

“This is Lydia, Ethan, Henry, and Noah.” Marcus points to each member of his team as he pulls out a chair next to you and sits down.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You nod towards them and look at the folder that Lydia hands to you. Marcus says something as you flip open the folder but you can’t respond, eyes almost falling out of their sockets as you take in the large image on the page. You look up at Marcus and everyone else before you return your attention to the picture.

“You recognize what this is then?” Ethan breaks the silence and watches as you move through the pages quickly.

“Umm, that seems like an oversimplification but yes.” You continue to study the images in front of you for another few minutes before you set them down and look up at Marcus.

“Some explanation would really help me out right now.” You tap softly on the papers, and your mind conjures up the wildest possible stories behind the images currently displayed in front of you.

“Oh right yes. We received a tip from the Smithsonian’s acquisitions department about a man trying to sell them this artifact for three million dollars,” Marcus notices your eyes widen but he continues, “but they’re not sure if it’s stolen or not. And he refuses to cooperate.”

“Which is where you come in. Have you seen anything like this before and if so, where?” Lydia stares at you as you return your attention to the pictures again.

“And the Smithsonian can’t confirm this?”

“Far from it. Marcus here is just afraid they’ll eventually get greedy and do anything to get their hands on it.” You look next to you and watch a faint blush take over the agent’s handsome features.

“I mean I don’t blame you. There are a bunch of real assholes in this field.” You laugh when he gives Lydia a ‘told you’ look.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you if I don’t see the actual pendant.” You shut the folder and push it away from you.

“That might be a problem.” Henry takes his glasses off and proceeds to clean them as he looks at his co-workers.

“Why? Do you not have it anymore?” Your heart skips a beat at the prospect of the FBI losing such an object.

“Oh no we have it. Our guy is afraid we’ll switch it out with a fake so he refuses to hand it to us unless he’s in the same room.”

“That’s funny. Is there a rule that says I can’t look at it while this man is in the room?” You ask Marcus and he can’t help but notice how giddy you’re being all of a sudden. Your excitement is almost palpable and he wills himself to focus on the question and not how you bite your lower lip as you wait for him.

“I mean…”

“You’re all going to be in the room aren’t you?” You cut him off before he says anything and when they all nod, you turn to Marcus once more and wait for his response.

“I guess it’s fine.” Marcus reluctantly answers before he asks Ethan and Noah to bring the man from the interrogation room he’s been in for the past couple of hours. Lydia and Henry let you in on more details and Marcus watches as you furrow your eyebrows in focus, occasionally cutting them off to ask them a question.

Fifteen minutes later and a knock on the door breaks you out of your haze. You look up just as Ethan and Noah walk in with a man in front of them. You say nothing as they bring him to your side of the room and set him down across from you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, I didn’t steal it. I found it!” Your ears perk at his comment but you say nothing as he crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at you.

“May I see it?” You ask before anyone else says anything and the man continues to stare at you before he ignores your question.

“Please, I’m just here to confirm your story. I know for a fact there isn’t a museum out there that has this.” You notice the hardened expression on Henry’s face but he says nothing. A few long moments pass by and the man shifts to take something out of the inside his jacket. You inhale deeply and watch as he unwraps the cloth before he places the small pendant on the table in front of you.

“May I?” You ask again and if Marcus didn’t know any better, he’d think that you’re just trying to put the man at ease. If you were nervous around five FBI agents and you did nothing wrong, then his little thief must have been scared shitless.

When the man nods, you bring out a pair of gloves from your handbag and put them on, forcing yourself to remain calm as you pick up the pendant.

“What a beautiful work of art you are baby. Red jasper, my favorite!” Your excited words break the silence and you look up at the man in front of you with a smile, feeling your hands sweat when he slowly returns the expression.

Got you.

“Greek is marvelous...crystal clear, grammatically correct, unique placement.” It’s as silent as a cemetery and Marcus watches you closely as you narrow your eyes and adjust the stone under the light. If he wasn’t dealing with a criminal and a potentially stolen artifact, he would have told you how beautiful you looked when you were deep in the middle of a task.

“Hmm, what is this 6th century-ish spell? Oh my bad, no no no, I tend to mix them up sometimes. It’s definitely a 7th century formula.” You make an awkward face and watch as Lydia shakes her head at your little mix up.

“Now, let’s see what you got on the other side sweetheart.” You carefully turn the amulet around in the palm of your hand and barely hold back from gasping dramatically.

“My god...what a goddamn sight...oh oops sorry, that was probably blasphemous. A perfectly etched crucifixion...cross with 4 sides, with a plaque at the top...and of course, can’t forget the clothed Christ. The detail on this is truly unlike anything I’ve ever seen, down to the ‘Iesous Xristos Theou Yios Sotare’ around the figure. Where did you say you found it again?” You casually ask as you continue to inspect the stone, almost laughing when the man responds immediately to your question.

“Mount Athos.” Marcus turns to his team in shock. You’d managed to get the information out of him so easily while they spent an entire day trying to get him to say anything. It was a little funny how at ease the man seemed now, leaning forward towards you as you flipped the stone around.

“Ohh the hub of Eastern monasteries. Boy is this the most valuable artifact I’ve ever had the pleasure of looking at then.” You set it down on the cloth and wrap it up before taking your gloves off and leaning back on the chair.

“See, told you its one of a kind. No one’s ever found anything like it before.” The man beams at you before he takes the object and puts it back in his jacket.

“Oh yeah it’s one of a kind alright...because it’s the most fake amulet I’ve ever had the misfortune of examining. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever been this disappointed in my life. And here I thought another one of these was out there. Did you even bother to do any research on this?” You frown at him and cross your arms in irritation, completely missing Marcus’ reaction and how he turns to Lydia to confirm that yes, you just said that it was a fake artifact.

“W-what?”

“I’d love to know where you got the red jasper because you could have fooled me with that. Let’s break this down shall we? The Greek is perfect, too perfect if I’m being honest. You never have grammatically correct syntax etched on a magical amulet, let alone proper diction. Oh and you should have probably used Classical Greek instead of modern Greek, like were you even trying? Really bad move to use a 7th century formula with a non-altered 6th century spell. The formula didn’t even exist yet!” You tilt your head to the side and watch as the man in front of you begins to fidget. His smile is replaced with a shocked expression and you watch as it slowly becomes angry.

Marcus was speechless. He never saw this coming and was looking at you with a mixture of awe and surprise at the turn of events. He could only stare at you as he took in your energy, the same confidence and intelligence he saw earlier in the day when he walked into your lecture.

“As for the back, you never get 4-sided crosses with these, only three, and the head of Christ makes up the fourth which you don’t actually see because of his head. No plaque, too detailed and non-existent in protection spells. Christ is always nude on magical amulets by the way...yes it’s weird, but it’s a fucking amulet and he was just some extra deity. And finally, never, ever, write out ‘Iesous Xristos Theou Yios Sotare.’ You write the acronym IXOYE.” You flip open the folder that was in front of you and grab a sharpie from Marcus’ file, circling the first letter of each Greek word and holding it up as if he was one of your students and you were trying to lecture him.

“Don’t even get me started on your provenance. Mount Athos? I mean for fuck’s sake, Constanza would have been a better option. At least we actually found amulets out there. How much was he asking for this?” You turn to Marcus and completely miss the starstruck eyes he’s giving you. When you raise an eyebrow at him, he finally realizes that you asked him a question.

“Uhhh 3 mil.”

“Oh boy...yeah, this is worth jack shit. Wouldn’t even do it’s intended job if you actually wore it as a protection pendant.” You watch as the man’s expression changes from anger to outrage and you barely have any time to push away your chair and hide behind Marcus before the man tries to jump on top of the table towards you. It takes Ethan and Noah approximately five seconds to tackle him down before they take him out of the room. You watch as they reach for the amulet in his pocket and give it to Henry just as they push him out.

You’re still coming down from the adrenaline rush when Marcus turns around and asks you if you are alright. As soon as you see the gun in his hands, your hold on his jacket tightens and you gulp nervously when you meet his eyes. He apologizes quickly once he sees where you’re looking and quickly puts the gun back in its holster.

“You okay?” Marcus holds your wrist and rubs his thumb over your pulse point until you begin to relax. You fix your jacket and take a deep breath before you meet his eyes, almost gasping when you see how dark and oddly calming they are.

“Didn’t think a consultation would get this exciting but uhh, yeah I’m good. I think.” You try to laugh it off but looking at the object in Henry’s hand makes you realize that the last five minutes did really happen and you actually managed to piss off someone to the point where he tried to attack you.

“And we were worried it was stolen…” Lydia shakes her head when she takes the amulet and swirls it around in her hand.

“I might be wrong but I think you should try to find out who made it, especially because of the red jasper. This came real close to a fake. And you should also try to date it as well...there might be more of these out there.” You smile when Lydia agrees and collects the folders on the table, thanking you on her way out.

“My pleasure...apart from that last bit.” You laugh it off and watch as she exits the conference room with Henry.

“So…” You turn to Marcus and whisper a quick thank you when he hands you your bag.

“So, this definitely wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to consult on this case. I- I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am that this happened. It’s not always like this, I promise. The exciting stuff usually happens when we find guys like him in abandoned warehouses.” Marcus continues to word vomit as he leads you back to his office.

“It’s okay really. My advisor always warned me about this.”

“About working with the FBI?”

“No no, about rambling so much that I piss off someone to the point where they try to kill me.” You’re taken aback by Marcus’ laugh and can’t help but giggle along with him as he leans back in his chair and continues to laugh.

“I hope that doesn’t mean you won’t work with us again?” There’s something in his voice that doesn’t ease the butterflies in your stomach and you place your hand on your chest dramatically as you bat your eyes at him.

“Why Agent Pike, are you trying to recruit me to the FBI?” You ask sarcastically and watch as he shrugs his shoulders before shutting off his computer and standing up.

“Just a consult here and there, should we meet another Greco-Roman artifact? Or...a fake one I guess.” You swallow the lump in your throat when you see the way he’s looking at you and hope that you’re not misreading any signs.

“Can I take you out to dinner? As a thank you and an apology for putting your life in danger?” Marcus is reluctant to ask but he takes the leap of faith and hopes that you wouldn’t reject him.

“I- actually...in all honesty, I don’t think I’ll do well in public after that whole thing.” You gesture towards the outside offices, and Marcus nods in disappointment and contemplates on whether he should ask you to dinner some other time. You never give him a chance to follow-up though.

“How about take-out at my place?” You stand up and smile when you see his eyes beam with excitement as he fixes his tie and motions towards the door.

“Lead the way doctor.” You flush under the title and walk ahead so he doesn’t notice the obvious effect he’s having on you. You glance at Marcus every now and then as you make your way out of the building and towards his car.

You chat about random things as he drives through the busy streets, and you feel your heart skip a beat when he says something scandalous about your favorite Impressionist artwork, not because of the comment but because of the way he winks at you as he slides his hand to your thighs and nudges them to let you know he was just joking. You hope that Marcus asks for your number by the end of the night, maybe even invite you to dinner again, because if you’re being honest, it’s been a while since you met a decent guy and he’s been checking all of your boxes all day long.

Kind. Intelligent. Hard-working. Funny. And of course, attractive. There was something about the way he smiles and you kept on replaying the moment he hid you behind him and continued to ask if you were alright.

“What do you mean you don’t like Bal du moulin de la Galette? It’s one of the most magnificent paintings out there. Best of Renoir’s if you ask me.” You unlock the door and switch on the lights, throwing your coat and bag on the wall before telling Marcus to make himself at him. He takes his jacket off and hangs it as well, turning around to continue his argument.

“Listen, I’m just not a crowd kind of guy. I’m more of a Paris Street, Rainy Day man okay so-”

“Why am I not surprised by that?” You laugh as you bring him a cup of water, hoping you were being subtle as you continued to check out the gun resting in his holster. Shaking your head, you take your phone out again and tell him that it’ll take you a few minutes to order pizza since neither of you can make up your mind.

Marcus looks around when you walk away to place the order, his eyes taking in the three bookshelves behind your couch. It’s almost as if the office space wasn’t enough so you had to make more room for all of your textbooks and novels. Maybe it was the other way around…

He takes a sip of water and glances to the side, instantly choking on the liquid when his eyes zero in on the three watercolor paintings hanging above your television. Marcus blinks rapidly and rubs his eyes to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. He approaches the wall and looks between the three artworks, unable to tear his gaze away. He notices new details every time he focuses on a different corner of each painting, and his pants suddenly feel uncomfortable when he shifts closer.

“Pizza will be here in thirty-ish minutes and-” You almost drop the phone when Marcus jumps back and almost trips over his own feet. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” When you walk closer and see the blush creeping down his neck, you can’t help but giggle and glance at your paintings, almost as if you were taunting him into commenting on your choice in decoration.

“These are...interesting.” Marcus avoids looking at them when you stand next to him, merely pointing to the side as he looks at you.

“Oh no...here we go. I know what that means. You don’t like them?” You tilt your head to the side and hold back from smiling when he takes a long sip of water before he sets down the glass.

“N-no no, that’s not...I didn’t mean- I just...it’s a bold choice.” His stutter makes you laugh even harder and you apologize when his blush deepens. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. It’s always really funny when people come over because I get all kinds of reactions but you’re definitely the first guy that doesn’t call me a slut because I have pornographic paintings hanging in my living room.”

“Why not? The Dutch lords and the Italian merchants did it, why can’t you?” Marcus is almost offended by the remark and he forgets all about the awkwardness of the paintings when he sees you nod aggressively in agreement.

“Exactly!? Why is a guy allowed to hang an Odalisque in his home but I can’t hang some BDSM scenes?” You take the glass from the table and ask him if he wants more. Marcus shakes his head and quickly attempts to fix himself through his pants before you return.

“So you like them then?” You lounge on one chair and wait for Marcus to sit on the couch before you ask him.

“It’s a different aesthetic I think, and it somehow goes well with your bookshelves. Something about textbooks and nude paintings depicting sex just goes together...can’t explain how. And kudos to the artist too! The brushstrokes, the layering, the complementary colors...the scenes and positions are so natural. They’re perfect combinations. Did you pick them or did you commission them?”

“Oh I commissioned two of them. The third was just too good to not order. I’ll ask you this then, which ones do you think I commissioned?” Marcus glances to the canvases again and grows quiet for a few moments, his eyes switching from one painting to another before he meets your gaze.

“I think you commissioned the two on the left.”

“Why?” You try to hide how impressed you are by how he correctly figured you out, almost cringing when the question leaves your mouth before you could stop yourself. As much as you enjoy where this conversation was going, you really hope this wouldn’t lead to some misogynistic response on his part. Just as Marcus is about to respond, the doorbell rings and you tell him you’ll be right back.

Marcus thanks the heavens that the pizza arrives because he isn’t sure how he could respond to that question without accidentally giving his train of thoughts away. When you come back with plates and napkins, Marcus thanks you and proceeds to separate the pizza slices.

“It was the closest I could get to owning something that resembled the area I study.” You say through chewing and Marcus furrows his eyebrows, silently asking you to elaborate on your comment.

“Nudity I mean. I can’t afford sculptures so I settled with these.”

“They are beautiful. And the positions are-” Marcus stops abruptly when he realizes that his inner monologue just rolled off of his tongue.

“Go on, what were you going to say?”

“I- uh, I just think that the positions are intimate. And they become more intimate the longer you look at them.” He chews faster when you nod and take another slice of pizza.

“You have a favorite?” You ask and pretend you aren’t paying attention to every single word he says. You get the sense that he has a lot to say about the paintings but is choosing to hold back so you don’t get the wrong idea about why he is having dinner with you in your apartment after only knowing you for a few hours.

“Definitely the middle one.” His answer surprises you, especially because the one on the right has handcuffs and you genuinely thought he’d be into that because of his line of work.

“Really? Why?”

“Oh...I- this might sound weird but I think the scene is intense and- and close? Private? I’m not sure what it is I’m trying to say but the fact that she’s completely nude except for the panties around her thighs while he’s fully clothed and is focusing on her pleasure is- it’s intimate. And the hand on her back is a mixture of dominance and care, like he’s letting her know that she has his undivided attention but she has to behave for him.” You’re not sure when exactly you stopped eating and you clear your throat when you realize that Marcus was looking at you to gauge your reaction.

“Y-yeah that...ahuh.” Something about the way he says the word ‘behave’ twists your insides and you immediately stand up and head to the kitchen, whispering something about needing to wash down the food with something. Marcus eats quietly and hopes he hasn’t just made things even more awkward. When you come back and hand him a glass of red wine, Marcus relaxes and continues to eat.

“Have you ever drawn something like this?” You shake your head as you take a sip of the wine, laying against the back of the couch and crossing your legs.

“I wish. Human anatomy is so fascinating I think. I sometimes get this adrenaline rush when I look at the far right one and I tell myself that I’ll sketch all the risque and open positions I can think of but then I remember how long it would take me to finish one piece and I- I don’t have time for that sadly.”

“You can always start out with simpler ones? Maybe solo pieces, and move up from there.” Marcus mirrors you and sits back with the wine glass in his hand.

“Yeah, but I just love this kind of genre so much. It needs to be passionate, and sexy and out there you know.” Marcus smiles at the energetic response, feeling much more relaxed now that he’s had a cup of wine and found chatting about your choice in decoration less awkward.

“I get you. It’s why that lifestyle is interesting to so many people. The whole dynamic, whether we’re talking about the figures in the scene or actual partners, is based on that trust. You- you have to create that sense of trust and comfort for the scene to be enjoyable...pleasurable. It’s not as easy as some think it to be. As a Dom, you have to be aware of your partner at all times and the effect you have on them. And the same goes for a Sub too. You need to ensure that your Dom knows how much trust you put in them and the level of dedication that’s going into the scene. Both parties are depending on each other and it’s- it’s amazing.” Marcus smiles when he notices the intensity swimming in your eyes and he gives you a few seconds to collect your bearings before he asks his next question.

“Would you draw something as intimate as that?” He breaks the silence and watches your train of thought come and go.

“Would you?” You throw the question right back at him, holding in a breath when you see him lean forward with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“I would...but only if I have the right model.” Marcus doesn’t know where all of this is coming from but he can’t find it in himself to break whatever bubble the two of you found yourselves in. You’re silent for a few moments, long enough for Marcus to think that maybe, just maybe, he’s crossed the line.

But then you’re smiling at him mischievously, chugging down the rest of the wine before standing up and heading towards the hallway.

“I have an easel and some 16x20 papers lying around...I hope you don’t mind working with chalk.” You throw back at him before you walk down the hallway and Marcus has to give himself a quick pep talk before he follows you. He slowly makes his way into your bedroom and stands at the doorstep until you allow him to come in.

“I think the lighting is best in this corner but you’ll be the one working so sit wherever you prefer.” You bring over a chair and set it in front of the easel before you grab the large box of supplies and pull out all the chalk sticks that you have. Marcus nods in silence as he pushes the easel closer to your bed and begins to choose which of the chalk sticks he wants. There is a variety of shapes and sizes, and he’s not sure if he should start out bold or if he should ease himself into this. It’s been a while since he’s drawn a model and he really doesn’t want to screw up, especially because it is you.

Marcus is so busy preparing his workstation that he doesn’t notice you stripping off your clothes. You keep your eyes on him and find the little scrunch he does with his eyebrows when he focuses on something endearing. Taking a deep breath, you take off your bra and panties before laying on the bed and getting in a comfortable position. Your movements are minimal, and you stretch out your legs in wait for him. You fight the part of you that’s yelling at you to cover yourself and keep your focus on him to gauge his reaction.

“Pose however you want and we can work on the postures once we-” The words die in his throat as soon as he looks up from the easel and sees your state of dress, or lack thereof. The thick chalk stick he’s holding between his fingers snaps in half and breaks the blanket of silence that fell on the room. He visibly gulps and doesn’t try to hide the way his eyes trail down your form slowly before they return to look into your dilated ones. Marcus knows for a fact that the image of your heaving chest and hardened nipples will forever be etched in his mind.

“I- uhh, are you...c-comfortable?” He hates how much he’s stuttering and you smile at him when you notice how he is focusing on the wall behind you and not you.

You look around for a few moments, grabbing a couple of pillows and placing them behind your back before you stretch out one leg and bend the other one to your chest. Marcus almost chokes on his breath when he sees how open you are being with him but he says nothing and turns his attention to the blank piece of paper underneath his hand.

“I’m ready.” Your voice brings him out of his stupor and he nods briefly as he tries to reason with himself. He cannot draw you unless he looks at you. But he is well aware of the hardening predicament he’s currently suffering from and he’s sure you probably noticed by now the effect you were having on him.

“I won’t tell you how to do your job Agent, but artists usually have to look at the models they’re drawing to...you know, draw them.” Marcus rolls his eyes at the teasing remark, briefly glancing at you with a raised eyebrow before he begins to softly outline the shape of your shoulders. His cock twitches in his pants and he tries his hardest to not squirm too much in his seat. But every time his eyes move towards your nude form laying not five feet away from him, he silently curses himself and pretends he’s fine and that he isn’t imagining pushing you down and shoving his tongue deep into your wet cunt.

“Are you usually this quiet when you’re sketching, Agent Pike?” Something about the way you’re addressing him makes him clench his jaw tightly and he unintentionally whispers a little louder than he intends in response.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Your giggles let him know that you heard his remark and he is sure his face is growing a deeper shade of red but he shrugs his shoulders and ignores your obvious amusement. Marcus swallows the lump in his throat as he shifts his focus below your neck, parting his lips when he notices the tilt of your head from his peripheral vision as he ceases all movement and continues to stare at your chest.

“Oh sorry, is my arm in the way,” you lower your arms and move them behind you to support your weight, never breaking eye contact with him as you rock your bent leg back and forth and give him a full view of your most intimate parts.

Marcus is almost shaking in his seat at the sight of your breasts, unaware that he’s harshly rubbing the chalk stick with his thumb the more your leg sways to the side and reveals the outer folds of your pussy.

“P-perfect, thank you.” He whispers and returns to the sheet in front of him, biting into his lower lip as he rolls the chalk across and sketches the curves of your breasts. For a moment, he forgets what he is doing and narrows his eyes at the shapes in front of him before he smudges the black material across to shade in the skin. He looks back and forth for a couple of minutes until he’s happy with the shading of your body.

You marvel at how he’s managing to keep it together for this long when all you can think about is begging for him to fuck you into the mattress. You thought it would be easy for him to break but ever the gentleman, he takes the task seriously and tries his hardest to not dwell on your skin for longer than necessary.

A thought comes through your mind and you smile to yourself as you shift your bent leg to the side and move the other one until it falls from the side of the bed. You stare at him and hope this is what finally does the trick. And you don’t have to wait for too long because the next time Marcus looks at you, he takes a double-take and doesn’t bother to hide how he’s only focusing on the skin between your thighs.

“I thought it would be easier for you, you know. Easier access and everything.” You’re not sure what you’re going on about but you can tell that it’s taking every ounce of control in his body to not pounce on you. You hold your breath when Marcus stands up and meets your eyes, and you think this is it. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for.

But then he’s freeing the paper from the easel and moving towards you, his expression never once giving his plan away. You gulp when he kneels at the foot of your bed and sets the paper between your thighs.

“You’re right, easier access,” Marcus says as he brings the chalk down on the paper and sketches your thighs, not bothering for propriety as his eyes zero in on your slit. You know you’re wet and you can feel slick easing down your folds but you don’t move a muscle, watching him as he expertly outlines your skin before he rubs the chalk with his thumb to shade the area again.

“It’s not quite how I want it…” His remark makes you shiver and you’re about to beg him to forgo the sketch when he leans forward and nudges your legs apart, perhaps a little carelessly, before he collects your arousal with his middle finger and swipes it across your folds. You’re shocked by the turn of events and barely hold back from moaning as he dips the clean finger into your pussy and rubs your walls for a few more seconds, his soft brown eyes turning dangerous as pushes his finger a little deeper and bites his lower lip when he feels you clenching around him. Marcus turns his attention back to you, his jaw tensing when he sees sheer bliss etched on your expression. Your little gasps are music to his ears and just as he feels your hips moving against him, he pulls his hand away.

You watch him like a hawk as he inspects his finger, gasping when he smudges at the chalk on the sketch to create darker shades around your center.

“Hmm, that’s more like it.” Marcus turns to you and smirks when he sees your parted lips turn into a frown.

“Do you not like it?” He feigns ignorance and raises an eyebrow when your frown deepens as you move back into your pillows. You lean back but continue to hold his gaze as you part your thighs and lazily stroke your cunt. Marcus slowly puts down the paper and chalk onto the floor and stands up just as you begin to pinch your nipples.

“Please…” Your whispered plea shoots straight to his cock and he laughs when it turns into a whine once he makes his way to the bathroom in your room. He says nothing as he quickly washes his hands and dries them before moving back and standing next to your bed.

You don’t stop touching yourself, hoping the needy sight of you is all the push he needs to take what he wants.

“What’s your safeword doctor?” Marcus keeps his hands in his pockets as he trails his eyes down your shivering body. He’s itching to touch you but he remains still and waits for confirmation that you do, in fact, want this as much as him. A part of him knows that the two of you should probably slow down and perhaps discuss whatever this is before you go any further. But it feels right being here with you. And he doesn’t want to give it up just yet.

“J-Jasper.” Your voice breaks when you see the hunger swimming in his eyes and you shift to the center of your bed as Marcus kicks off his shoes before taking off his socks.

“Hmm.” Marcus hums as he takes off the holster from his belt and quietly places the gun on your nightstand. When he turns back and sees you watching the gun and increasing your movements, he groans down at you before walking around the bed.

“Maybe another time baby...when you and I are a little more acquainted with each other.” You flush at the implications behind his words and nod at him. You watch as he begins to roll up his sleeves and your anticipation grows with each inch of skin he reveals.

“You look so pretty sweetheart, all needy and desperate for my touch. Do you want to cum baby?” Marcus asks teasingly and you nod frantically as you begin to push two fingers into your cunt.

“Nuh uh, use your words. I’ll let it go this time but from now on, you use your words if you want something from me.” His tone is less gentle and your inner walls spasm at the thought of hearing that same commanding voice telling you to get on your knees for him.

“S-sorry yes...yes please. I- I want to cum, please.” Marcus smiles in amusement as he steps closer to the bed until his knees touch the mattress.

“Good girl. Now, if you really want to cum, then you better come here and suck me off. Be a good girl for me and show me what that sweet fucking mouth of yours can do.” His chest puffs out proudly when he sees how quickly you’re moving to please him. You lay on your stomach and palm him through his pants, moaning along with him when you find him hard and ready for you.

“May I undress you?”

“Go on sweetheart, take what you want.” Marcus caresses your cheek as you excitedly unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn’t dare look away as you shove his pants down his thighs before leaning forward and nuzzling your nose into the bulge of his boxer briefs.

“Fuck baby, are you trying to kill me?” You giggle and shake your head in response, purposely rubbing his length with your nose just before you feel his fingers combing through your hair and tugging on it.

“Remember sweetheart...bad girls don’t get to cum. Stop your teasing before I shove my cock down your throat.” Marcus pulls on your hair harshly and groans when he sees you smiling up at him.

“Is that a promise Agent Pike?” You know you’re pushing his buttons and don’t hold back from gasping his name as he rolls you onto your back and aggressively pushes his boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock. He’s not really a vain man but seeing you lick your lips and inch closer to him as you stare at his hard dick makes him just a little cocky.

“Go on baby, open your mouth. Part those pretty fucking lips for me.” Marcus pats your lips softly and shivers when you respond to him right before you shut your eyes and wait for him to give you his cock.

“Yes sir.”

His knees buckle for a second the moment you take his tip into your mouth and suck on it. Marcus is torn between throwing his head back to enjoy the softness of your mouth and keeping his eyes on you as you suck on his cock. He leans forward and bites his cheek when you relax your throat and take more of his cock down your throat.

“P-part your legs for me baby please. Let me- oh fuck, your mouth is made of magic sweetheart. Let me- let me see how wet that pretty cunt is.” Marcus is already breathing heavily and he furrows his eyebrows in focus, not wanting to end this night early. You swallow around him a few times and hum when you feel his hand cupping your breasts while the other rests around your throat.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you try to take him down as deep as possible just as you part your thighs and begin to play with your pussy. Marcus groans and swears above you as you work him expertly and he can’t hold back from pushing the palm of his hand a little harder on your throat. He can feel his cock passing across your pharynx and moans your name over and over again when he looks down and sees drool rolling down your cheeks.

“Ahh fuck oh god, s-sweetheart you’re a fucking dream. W-where have you been all my life?” Marcus continues to kneed at your tits, but when he gets a little irritated when he sees your fingers rubbing your clit. Without warning, he leans forward as far as he can and slaps your hand away, replacing it with his own and biting his cheek when he finds you soaking.

“Shit baby, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?” You hum around him and twitch in surprise when you feel two of his thick fingers pushing past your wet folds and into your cunt. You’re already so close to coming from his teasing and you whimper when he nudges your thighs apart aggressively.

“Keep those legs open for me baby. Shit, the smell of you is fucking intoxicating. Fuck, that it’s, get on your hands and knees for me.” Marcus moves away and silences you with one look when you start to whine and reach for his cock.

“Unless you want to call it a night, you’ll get on your fucking hands and knees for me. Shit baby I’ve wanted to shove my tongue in that pussy as soon as you stripped for me.” He never breaks eye contact as he kicks away his pants and briefs before he makes quick work of his shirt. You quickly turn around and bite into your wrist as you get on all fours and try to look at him through your elbow. You reach down and ease two fingers into your cunt as you take in his broad shoulders and lean form. You swear his muscles flex the longer you stare at him and when you finally look at him, you’re a little embarrassed at being caught openly ogling him.

“Look at you, like a bitch in heat.” Regret rolls off of him as soon as he registers what he just said. An apology is on the tip of his tongue but then you’re arching your back and shifting closer to him, giving him a show as you curve your knuckles to try and hit that sweet spot inside of you.

“Oh aren’t you the prettiest sweetheart in the world.” You moan his name when he caresses your back and kneels behind you, laying soft kisses across your back as he palms and lightly smacks your ass. Marcus removes your hand away slowly but not before licking your fingers and humming around them as the taste of you fills his mouth.

“Marcus please...I- I need you inside me.”

“What do you need from me? You want my tongue and fingers? Or do you think this cunt is ready to take my cock?” Marcus nips at your skin and pushes a hand on your lower back when you try and move away from him.

“W-whatever you want...just- need to feel you inside me. I don’t care, please. Oh fuck...please.” You squeal when Marcus spreads your cheeks apart and spits on your slit right before licking across your cunt. You fist your hands into the sheets and bite down on your wrist when you feel his nose nudge at your entrance as his tongue flicks your engorged clit.

“Good answer sweetheart,” you hear him whisper just as he kisses across your folds and dips his tongue into your core. You’re already shaking with need and rock back against him, hoping he’d end your agony and give you his fingers as well. Marcus is losing his mind and he tries his hardest to focus on pleasuring you. But it’s so hard to hold back when you’re whimpering at his touch and shoving your pussy in his face to get more friction.

“Stop moving,” Marcus growls against you, and you cry out his name when his palms land on your ass cheeks three consecutive times before he rubs the reddening skin.

“Oh god, your tongue feels so good Marcus. D-don’t stop, please. I want to cum, l-let me cum. You’re so fucking- ahh s-shit.” You think you feel him smile against you as he pushes two fingers into your pussy but you can’t be sure because you suddenly feel full. Fuck, and it’s only his fingers.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” He slowly parts you with his fingers and groans when he feels you squeezing his fingers. When you try to move against him again, Marcus slithers his hand across your back and grabs your neck, pushing your face into the bed as he leans over to whisper in your ears.

“You’re being such a bad girl tonight. I won’t give you another warning baby. Move again and I won’t fuck you.” You shiver when you hear his hoarse voice on your ears, grasping the pillows as hard as you can when he pushes his fingers as deep as possible and curls his knuckles.

“N-no please...I’m s-sorry- ahh gahd I’ll stop. I’ll stop.” Marcus is pleased with the effect he’s clearly having on you and almost gives in. But he wants you to cum before he takes you. From the looks of it, you aren’t looking for anything gentle, and with how hard he is, has been for the entire day, he doesn’t have the self-control to be anything but rough.

“Good girl...sweet fucking girl.” You force yourself to remain immobile as you feel him reaching deeper and applying more pressure on your spongy walls. The hand on your neck moves to your back and massages your heated skin. It takes you a while to realize that he’s reenacting the paintings in your living room and the thought shakes you to your core. Before you can even warn him, you feel a familiar pressure growing in the depths of your stomach and your heart hammers in your chest as you lose yourself to the sudden swelling sensation. You gasp his name over and over again as you cum around his fingers, and Marcus fists his hand in your hair when he feels you shuddering beneath him.

He’s shocked at how quickly you unravel at his ministrations and he doesn’t look away as he brushes his thumb against your clit and watches your body fight to not move away from him.

“M-Marcus wait- I...too much.” You can barely form a coherent sentence, let alone a thought, and you bite into the sheets when you feel his scruff scratch your skin deliciously as he licks off your juices.

“Use your safeword sweetheart and I’ll stop. But you came without asking so now I have to punish you...fuck, you taste as good as you smell baby, shit, maybe even better.” Marcus slows down but continues to move his digits across your tightening walls and when you say nothing, he sits up and twists his hand, waiting for your breathing to slow down before he begins to fuck you with his fingers.

“Oh oh f-fuck I- Marcus M-Marcus oh god...yes please fuck ahh I- I’m…” You try to warn him but he doesn’t slow down once, continuing his assault on your abused cunt until he feels you tightening around him again.

“Beg!”

“Can I- oh god, can I cum? Please fuck, I- I can’t s-stah ahh fuck.” You reach around and dig your nails into the hand fisting in your hair. You try to warn him again of what’s about to happen but he doesn’t give you a chance, picking up the pace just as he curves his digits and rubs at your sensitive spot.

“Drench me baby.” It’s all you need to fall over the edge again and your vision whites out as you convulse around him. Marcus smiles proudly when you listen to his command but his expression changes to one of awe when he feels you gush around his hand and wet his arm and thighs. He doesn’t stop once, completely captivated by the sight of your juices flowing around him so easily. When you try to move up the bed, Marcus lets go of your neck and pushes down on your lower back to keep you still. The damp spot beneath you is growing and something primal takes over Marcus. He wants nothing more than to soak the entire bed.

But he snaps out of his haze when you cry out his name and beg him to slow down. He looks at you as he gradually comes to a halt but keeps his fingers in your pussy. Marcus massages your muscles as he eases his wet fingers out of you and carefully maneuvers you until you’re laying on your back. You hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness and almost jump away when you feel his tongue passing across the skin of your thighs. When you finally have enough mind to look at him, you’re taken aback by the sheer bliss written on his face as he closes his eyes and cleans you up. Your eyes widen in horror and embarrassment when you look at his glistening skin and you call for him shyly to grab his attention.

“I-I’m so sorry...I- I’ve never-”

“Don’t you dare apologize. That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen and the fact that I’m the first to make you squirt...best feedback I’ve ever gotten.” Marcus cuts you off as he licks at his forearm and fingers before he sits up behind you. You find his gaze much more intense than before and you hide behind your arm to avoid it.

“Marcus, stop.” He laughs at your sudden shyness and leans over to pull your arms away from your face.

“Please baby, don’t hide from me. Please.” You feel exposed underneath him and it’s a stupid thought considering what the two of you have been doing so far. But something about the way he’s staring at you with those deep, brown, soulful eyes makes you want to hide under the sheets. But instead, you take his hand and pull him close until he’s flush against you.

“K-kiss me.” You watch as his expression intensifies just as he leans forward and molds his lips with yours. You expected him to be rough but the way he parts his lips and allows you access to his mouth leaves you breathless. His scruff and mustache heighten the sensation and you instantly shove your tongue in his mouth when he melts against you. You hum when you finally taste yourself on his tongue and Marcus growls as the kiss grows more desperate. Just as you run out of breath, Marcus pulls away and holds back from smiling when you chase after him.

“Sweetheart, c-can I have you?” You’re amazed by how he’s still asking you if you want to do this even after the events of the past hour or so.

“Yes, please.” You respond as you push him off to resume your previous position again. Marcus feels his cock harden at the sight of you on your knees for him. But the moment shatters into a million pieces when he looks down and realizes that he doesn’t have any condoms.

“Fuck.” He hisses and begins to move away when he feels your hands reach for his thighs to stop him.

“What? What is it?”

“I- I didn’t think this would...I don’t have any condoms baby.” You stare at him for a few seconds before you break the silence and hope he doesn’t think any less of you. “I was tested after the last time and I’m clear. A-are you?” Marcus pins you with his eyes as he nods along. “I’m clean too...and, it’s been a while.” He hates to admit that last bit but he wants you to know that this, whatever it is, is serious.

“Same.” Your answer surprises him and he’s about to ask how that’s possible but forgets the question when you shift closer to him and dig your nails into his thighs to grab his attention.

“Fuck me.” The vulgar request sounds so pure rolling off of your tongue and Marcus pushes your knees wide open and settles between them. You continue to stare at him with hunger in your eyes as he strokes his cock a few times before he slides it across your wet slit. You’re already so sensitive from earlier but you can’t care less because you’ve only wanted to feel him inside you for the better half of the day. Marcus bites his lower lip and grasps your hips with one hand as he positions himself against your entrance and slowly pushes past your wet folds. He feels your walls already clenching around him and he hesitates for a moment as he moves his hands across your back to try and get you to loosen up.

“F-fuck...relax sweetheart. Relax for me please. I- I don’t- oh god, h-how are you this tight?” Your walls flutter around him when his hoarse, almost pained voice sounds through the room. “You’re doing so good baby, taking my cock in that pretty little cunt. Fuck, that’s it. Let me in sweetheart...could make you feel so good. Shit, that’s it.” Marcus cooes above you as he feels you slowly sucking him in. You sigh heavily when he finally sheathes himself completely inside you and it’s not until a few moments later that you realize he hasn’t moved a muscle.

“Marcus, m-move. Fuck, just- move.” Your impatient groans make him twitch inside you and the two of you hiss when his hips jut forward at your gasped requests. His hands hold onto you a little harshly, squeezing the skin of your hips and making you giddy at the thought of seeing those bruises the following day.

“Just wait...please baby I- I don’t want to hurt you. You feel so fucking good around me and- and I...oh fuck, f-fuck...squeezing the shit out of me. Please I-”

“Fuck. Me.” You turn your head around enough to look at him and find the sight of his sweaty forehead and furrowed eyebrows intoxicating. He can sense your eyes on him and reluctantly looks down at you when you pronounce those two words, watching as you pierce him with a harsh gaze as you roll your hips against him.

“I- are you…”

“Fucking please...take what you want.” The desperate tone of your voice breaks him and he pulls away until the tip of his cock is nudged in between your folds before he snaps his hips forward aggressively.

You shut your eyes and cry into your pillows as Marcus lets go and pounds into you. He’s no longer trying to hold back and you feel proud of the effect you have on him. Thinking back to the past hour, you realize that Marcus was going out of his way to control himself and not hurt you. But with every brush of his cock against your inner walls, with every groaned swear word and whispered affirmation, you can’t help but beg for him to fuck you harder. To take you like a crazed man. Because now that you’ve had a taste of what he’s capable of, you don’t want him to ease up on you.

“Shit baby, you’re perfect. Fucking perfect. Your cunt is begging for my cock sweetheart. Can you feel how deep I am? How deep this tight pussy is sucking me in?” Marcus nudges your knees a little farther apart as he plunges into you over and over again. You’re a moaning mess beneath him and as you try to reach back to hold onto his hands, Marcus lets go of your hips and grabs your wrists, using them as leverage to fuck you deeper.

You scream his name as his thrusts become relentless, the resonating sound of skin against skin reminding you of how sore you were going to feel for the rest of the week. You can’t really pay attention to what he’s saying anymore, choosing to focus on the way his dick fills you up completely and hits your special spot with precision. The thought of knowing that you’re at this man’s mercy and that he’s using you like he owns you makes you shudder and Marcus doesn’t realize you’re coming around him until he feels a pressure push out of you. He looks down and watches your cunt gushes on his cock and thighs again, the sight somehow even prettier the second time than the first.

He waits until you’re no longer convulsing in his arms before he thrusts his cock back into your pussy. Marcus leans down and wraps his arms around your front to bring you flush against his chest. Marcus brushes your hair aside and nuzzles into your neck as he begins to roll his hips against your ass, trying to drive his cock into you even further without hurting you. You reach around and pull on his hair when he bites on the juncture of your neck.

“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” The confession feels more intimate than anything he’s said to you thus far and you throw your head back and smile when his hands roam your front and settle on your navel.

“Marcus...please.”

“What do you need, baby? I’ll give you anything. Tell me...oh god, I- I’m so close.” Marcus kisses across your shoulder as one hand cups your breasts while the other descends to your clit. He feels you convulse around him but he doesn’t move his hand away, wanting to feel you cum one last time around his cock.

“I- I need you to cum for me...cum inside me. Fill me up baby...wanna feel you so deep inside me. Make a mess of my cunt. Please.”

“C-can you give me another?” He’s breathless, his pace faltering when he feels your walls squeeze around him tightly with every pass of his cock against your heated core.

‘I- I don’t think I can...too much baby.”

“Please, for me. Cum for me o-one last time...oh god, I’m close sweetheart. B-but I wanna cum with you. Please oh fuck- oh god, I- I’m fucking coming.” He growls into the crook of your neck as he rubs at your clit harshly, crying your name like a prayer as he feels you milk him dry. His thrusts are desperate and you pull on his hair harder than you intend when you feel his cum fill you up. Marcus can barely breathe as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy and feels you pulse around him. He continues to buck against you, the caveman mindset telling him to breed you and fill you up until you can’t take it anymore.

He stays motionless for a few minutes before he finally registers that you probably need to rest. As carefully as possible, Marcus pulls out and cradles your body against him as he lays you on your back. He looks down at you and smiles when he sees the mess he’s made between your thighs. He tries to get off the bed to bring you a cup of water and grab a wet towel when you reach out and pull him by his wrist.

“I need to clean you up sweetheart.” He tries to reason with you but you shake your head and pull harder on his hand so he could sit next to you.

“No just- come here. I need you. Please.” Marcus doesn’t have to be told twice. He lays down next to you and kisses your forehead when you cuddle into his arms. He draws circles on your shoulder and back when he feels your fingers play with his chest hair.

“Are you alright baby?” Marcus asks and pulls his head back when you hum a soft ‘yes.’ He searches your expression for any sign of discomfort, and when he finds none, he rests his head back again and lets you explore his skin.

“Hmm...did you know that hair was used in some ancient spells to ensure that the desired outcome occurred?” You break the silence after a while and Marcus furrows his eyebrows at you when you look up from his chest and meet his face.

“Uhh should I be worried Y/N?” He asks almost immediately and laughs when you panic and try to retract what you just said.

“Oh god sorry that- I didn’t mean...Jesus, I still need to work on my bedside manner.”

“I was kidding sweetheart. I actually enjoy listening to people talking about their interests, it’s a little calming. And no, I didn’t know that. What kind of spells are we talking about here?” You’re surprised by his response but say nothing and continue to follow the soft trail of hairs down his chest.

“Well, there are lots of curses that didn’t need hair but it was better if they were added...for efficacy and such. But the most common spells that required little curls like these were love spells, which technically are also curses but it sounds better when you say that it’s just a spell.”

“Are you trying to tell me something doctor?” Marcus can’t help but tease you again and he snorts when you sit up on your elbow and try to justify what you just said. He pulls you back into his arms and brushes your hair aside to take a better look at you.

“Oh no no, I just- I tend to think about this stuff at random times. Sorry. I swear I’m too much of a wimp to actually try anything. You never know if the desired outcome has any side effects...”

“No need to apologize baby. Besides, I don’t think you’ll ever need love magic with me.” The admission is out before he can stop himself and he cringes at himself, hoping that you don’t misunderstand him.

“Oh yeah, and why is that Agent Pike?” The hint of amusement in your tone lets him know that you didn’t mind teasing him back and he blinks a few times at the ceiling before he turns to gaze into your eyes.

“Well, you’re doing fine on your own being this amazing human being. You’re mesmerizing when you’re lecturing, you’re confident in your skills and knowledge, your intelligence is- I’m sure I’ve only scratched the surface with the case today. And you’re the prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen...we could work a bit on your art choices but-”

“Hey!” You slap his shoulder and try to slither away from him but he’s too quick and wraps his arms around you before you can get off the bed.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding...your art choices are the cherry on top.” Marcus nudges your nose with his and leans down to kiss you. He smiles when you moan beneath him. But the kiss is cut short when you push him away suddenly and narrow your eyes at him.

“You never told me how you knew which ones I commissioned.”

“Ugh no please, you’re going to think I’m a pervert.” Marcus falls back on the bed and tries to hide behind his arms.

“Oh yeah?” You slowly trail your hand down his stomach and wrap it around his cock. It’s all Marcus needs to lower his arm and look down to where you’re touching him. He shuts his eyes and lets his head fall back when you lean forward and nip at his jaw.

“B-baby fuck...oh god, please. I- I need a few more minutes and-”

“Tell me, please.” You cut him off with a bite to the shoulder, giggling when he thrusts up into your loose hold to get more friction.

“I- I was picturing the two of us...fuck, re-reenacting those scenes and those two jumped out more...more than the third.” He can barely speak through the haze you’ve put him in, and moans your name when you reach down and fondle his balls just as you whisper in his ears.

“How scandalous of you Agent Pike!”

“Sweetheart, please.” Marcus whines for you, the arm around your back pulling you flush to him and giving him perfect access to your breasts. He wraps his lips around one nipple and softly sucks on it as you continue to stroke his cock.

“Hmm, I like the sound of you begging...baby. Tell me, do you by any chance have your handcuffs on you?” The question catches him off guard, and he pulls away to look at you, finding a different kind of fire dancing behind your eyes.

“Fuck…I- uhh, they’re in the car. W-wait where are you going?” Marcus regrets his answer as soon as you let go of him and jump off of the bed. He watches as you run to the bathroom without answering him, only to return a few seconds later with bright red handcuffs clanking between your fingers.

“To get my own set Agent. Like you said, you and I need to get acquainted.” You unlock them as you walk back to the bed and straddle his thighs. Marcus looks at you with adoration and softly nods at you when you silently ask him if you could cuff him to the headboard of your bed.

“I’m yours sweetheart, take what you want.”

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[nataywrites]

A plea for the plight of the world.

Hello there, friend! I hope your day is a beautiful one. Here, the sunshine dapples the leaves of the trees and casts shadows on the grass and pavement. It is not yet time for the evening birdsong, but I can hear them occasionally chirping about two-legged intruders moseying around on their territory.

Have you ever thought about the effect we have on our environment? The effect that we have on our furry, feathery, scaly, exoskeleton-bearing, and mucus-encased neighbors? There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about the climate and our encroachment on animals' homes. Every night there are deer in our neighborhood. Bees and other insects make their homes inside the bricks and wood of our tenement. Birds make precariously placed nests in the eaves and on the lanterns.

I recall a documentary made about the foxes that have made their dens in the backyards of suburban Madison homes. Fox Tales | About | Nature | PBS There was another documentary on bears. It said that the Black Bear, one of the nine species of bear in the world, is the only thriving species. Bear Essentials of Hibernation | NOVA | PBS

The year before last, our family went on a little road trip to Hayward, a town known for Rock Fest, Northwoods camping, and fishing. The main street is bedecked with seasonal restaurants and t-shirt shops. We traveled there to meet with friends and then go foraging in the beautiful forests surrounding the town.

On the way home, I saw a dead bear cub on the side of the highway. The wife and kids were dozing in their seats. Just me and that bear cub, bleeding on the gravelly shoulder, were party to the stars and the bright moon in the sky. I silently mourned that little bear for miles after I had passed it. I still do. I mourn the raccoon I saw on the road today and the deer I passed by last week.

I remember seeing a meme on Facebook about a woman that made funerary art for the dead animals she found while out driving. She placed rocks, flowers, and twigs around them in beautiful halos and also strategically on their bodies to hide the horrible wounds that the poor creatures endured in their last moments. Sometimes I want to do that too, but not for notoriety. It's my apology for being a human. For the part I play in the extortion of our planet, whether or not I had known about my complicity in the past.

I am still complicit, even though I do my best. I limit driving as best I can (I live in a rural community, so many things, like affordable groceries, therapists, and specialists, are in neighboring towns.) I don't use the air conditioner until it is truly needed and avoid wasting water. Whenever we go to visit forests and parks, we try to leave them in better shape than we found them. I challenge my kids to pick up as many pieces of trash as they can on our walks. We put them in a bag and drop them in the bin when we get home.

This isn't a hard and fast cry for change. The situation is too complicated for that. I just ask that we, as humans, think about the changes we are making. Our fellow animals do not have the capability of speech, but they feel. They react to our encroachment on their homes. This is a plea for compassion and understanding. I ask that you, my dear friend keep your mind open. In my heart, I believe we can make a change. I believe we can mitigate some of the damage we are doing. By making a change for ourselves, we are modeling that behavior to others. Step-by-step, person-by-person, we are making a healthier, happier world.

With Love,

Natay

[bestiesenpai]

Inamorata - Sukuna

You have no idea how much I like this idea lol ya know the meme ‘i got a boyfriend, yeah he kills people he’s crazy’ this is exactly what went through my head with this. Femme reader, I went for a...Sukuna is his own person and not attached to Itadori kind of thing? Like just a stand-alone demon. I had probably way too much fun writing this and would be down to write more for this concept

Content warnings: killing/murder/homicide choose your preferred noun, a little yandere?, size difference and Sukuna is in his four armed form, uhmm there’s a knife(main use to cut open readers palm in the beginning) and also licking blood from said wound, violence/gore at the end

Apparently there was a demon on the loose. From what you’d read on online forums and heard through the whispers of older people on the train, there was a foreboding presence terrorizing the city, preying on the weak and helpless and hoping to take over the world.

There were blurry photos and horrible sketches of what the creature supposedly looked like and the form it took, but none of them seemed to match up. The tattoos on the face and body were always off, the amount of muscle and the stature of the creature were all different depending on who you went to.

Which is why you decided, against all better judgement, to go looking for him. All the stories you’d heard about the demon, the kind of creature it was centuries ago in its prime, had intrigued you. With the mystique and terror surrounding this demon, you’d be a fool not to try and get a peek for yourself.

At first you’d tried a summoning circle, clearing a large space in your bedroom and drawing intricate patterns on the floor in hopes of his arrival. That method quickly turned futile as no demon ever came - but now you probably had a few ghosts watching you sleep at night.

The second method was to try and make a pact with the devil himself, slicing open your palm and dripping blood onto the pages of old scriptures. Attempting to sell your soul had worked even less than the first method and all you had to show for it was a bandage around your hand for two weeks.

“I’ll definitely see him now.” You mumbled to yourself, walking straight to where the demon was seen most: the red light district. Walking past bright neon signs and nearly naked women in shop windows, you took a peek into every alleyway you came across.

“Hey pretty lady, what’re you looking for?” A rough, scratchy voice sounded behind you as you walked past the umpteenth alleyway of the night.

“What do you think?” Not looking over your shoulder, you kept walking. The voice, while sounding absolutely disgusting, didn’t belong to a demon and therefore not worth your time.

“I think you’re looking for trouble.” Curling his fingers around your arm, the man you were trying to ignore snatched you back, making you stumble and fall into his chest. The nasty scent of body odor and cigarettes was wafting off the man, making you worry that his stench would cling to you for days.

“Not the kind you’re talking about.” Pushing away from him, you furiously wiped off your clothes. Looking this man in the face irritated you, he was wasting his time and you knew exactly what his intentions were.

“Don’t play so hard to get!” Forcing a less than charming smile on his face, the man made the move to grab you again.

“Don’t touch me!” Slapping his hands away, you took generous steps back from him. “You’re getting in the way of my search.”

“Search?” Quirking a brow at you, the man took a moment to think before his brows rose in surprise. “You’re looking for Sukuna, aren’t you?”

“That’s his name?” You’d never heard his name before, only seeing some people refer to him as a four armed creature from hell.

“Yup, and I’ve seen him a couple times.” Crossing his arms over his chest, the man smirked triumphantly. “You could say he and I have a kind of friendly relationship.”

“Do you now?” Your eyes trailed up from the man to the dark alleyway behind him where two glowing red eyes emerged.

“Oh yeah, Sukuna’s a great guy! Even offered to give me a position in his little army.” The more he spoke the brighter the eyes got and the fuzzy outline of a gigantic body was starting to take shape.

“His little army?” Slowly taking steps back as the figure came forward, you barely had time to react before the man was snatched up by two giant hands and yanked backwards. Lifting him into the air, it wasn’t long before a mouth with gleaming sharp teeth opened up and swallowed him whole.

As the eyes drew their attention back to you, a nervous laugh left your chest that you couldn’t force to stop. Every step you took back was now accompanied by a step forward from the creature until it fully left the alleyway and you saw exactly what you were dealing with.

Right in front of you, in full form and glory, was the demon you’d been searching for. The scrawling black tattoos along his entire body, the four arms, pink hair, second set of eyes and his impossibly muscular physique - all of it was exactly like you’d been hoping for.

“Hello, pretty little thing.” His voice boomed despite being relatively quiet, a slight echo to the deep timbre. It was almost melodic in a way, somehow soothing your racing heart just slightly.

“S-sukuna?” You squeaked out, back meeting the brick wall of a building.

“That would be me.” Chuckling as he stopped a few feet from you, Sukuna crossed his secondary arms and looked down upon you. The sheer height and width of his body easily dwarfed yours, your head only barely reaching his ribcage.

Your eyes couldn’t stay in one place as you looked at Sukuna. There was too much to take in and you could feel yourself quickly becoming overwhelmed trying to commit every detail to memory.

“You’re…” Licking your lips nervously, you could only meet his eyes for a moment before settling on the mark on his forehead. “You’re wearing womens clothes.” Tied around his waist and hanging off his legs was indeed a womens kimono, a surprising pristine white shade.

“That’s what you decide to say at our first meeting?” An echoing laugh bellowed from him and Sukuna shook his head, running one hand through his hair.

“I-I’m sorry it’s just...they never mentioned it online.” It felt a little silly to be explaining yourself to him when at any moment Sukuna could eat you like he did that man and you would have no way of stopping him.

“Little thing, I have a question for you.” Fixing you with a suddenly sharp stare, Sukuna lowered his brow and bent down, placing two arms above your head and two at your side, trapping you in against the wall with no possible outs.

“Yes?” Pinching your eyes closed, you held your breath as you waited for the inevitable bite of his teeth around.

“Are you scared?” Sukuna whispered, his breath fanning out over the top of your head.

“Yes.” It would be a lie to say no and you had nothing to lose by telling the truth. Sukuna’s eyes bore into you, the weight of his stare physically making your back bow.

“What did you think of me eating that man just now? Was that terrifying for you?”

“No.” Sukuna took a pause at your answer and although you couldn’t see it, his brow furrowed for a fraction of a second.

“What did you feel then? Surely you must have thought it was horrible.”

“N-not really.” Slowly cracking one eye open, you looked up at Sukuna, almost breaking your neck from having to stare directly above you. “I was actually quite happy you did that. He was getting on my nerves.”

The barking laugh that left Sukuna’s mouth made you flinch and throw your hands in the air. It was so loud it seemed to vibrate your entire body and a few windows on the building behind you shook from the force.

“You’re telling me you liked me killing that guy?” Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt, Sukuna held you up in the air, eye level to him. You nodded, pitifully kicking your legs out to try and get back to solid ground. “Aren’t you a messed up little thing?” Still laughing, Sukuna took a proper once over of your body. “Pretty, but messed up.”

“P-please let me go!” You whimpered, hands desperately clutching Sukuna’s to try and not fall out of your clothes and onto the ground.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like how I hold you?” Shaking you for good effect, Sukuna smirked wildly at your scared little squeaks. “Tell me your name.”

“It’s (Y/N)!” Shouting into the air, you felt relief flood into you as Sukuna finally lowered you back to the ground and his hands released you.

“(Y/N)?” Sounding it out on his tongue, Sukuna shrugged to himself. “I like ‘little thing’ better.”

“I’m only little compared to you.” Fixing your clothes, you tried to regain your breath and stop your body from shaking so violently.

“So, what’s a creature like you doing out so late at night here? It’s not safe for a human like you to roam around these parts.”

“I was looking for you.”

“Me? You were looking for me?” Sukuna snorted, waving his hand dismissively at you. “A human like you looking for me? I’ve really seen it all.”

“It’s true!” Pulling out your phone, you quickly showed him all the data you’d compiled on him. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere, Sukuna! I did a summoning circle, I’ve looked in hundreds of online forums - I even tried to make a deal with the devil!” Showing him the mark that was still healing on your palm, the fear that was in your body was slowly trickling out and being replaced with- hope? Excitement? It was hard to say, but as Sukuna grasped your hand between two fingers and looked at your palm, it would be wrong to say it was a negative emotion you felt.

“You really did all that for me?” His voice was much softer now but it still sounded like he was mocking you. Smoothing the pad of one finger across your palm, he felt the ridges of your palm and the wound.

“I did. I find you really fascinating and I- I just wanted to learn more about you.” You faltered when he looked at you, a fierce heat overtaking your cheeks at admitting out loud that you’d been looking for a demon because you found him interesting.

“Are you perhaps interested in me?” A smirk tugged one side of Sukuna’s lip up and he chuckled when your expression only grew more flustered. “Oh little thing, you’re more messed up than I thought.”

“Will you tell me more about yourself? Please?” The words tumbled out of your mouth desperately as you let Sukuna stretch out your arm and grasp your hand more firmly. He didn’t answer you or even acknowledge that you’d spoken, instead grazing the tip of one long sharp nail along the line of the cut.

“I find myself liking you more and more, why is that?” Sukuna’s tone sounded like he was addressing himself as he spoke aloud, turning your hand every which way as he kept scraping his nail against your palm. “Were you my lover in the past, back when I reigned as the ruler of this whole land?”

Racking your brain to try and remember any information on Sukuna potentially having a lover, you were ripped back to reality when Sukuna dug his nail into your skin, reopening the cut and making blood flow freely.

“Ow!” You couldn’t yank your arm out of his grasp and you watched in mild horror as Sukuna lowered himself to your hand, letting his tongue hang out of his mouth and drag across your skin. His tongue quickly became coated in dark red blood, his saliva starting to mingle with your blood.

“You taste so familiar, you must have been mine.” Lapping up your blood now, Sukuna didn’t stop until he could tell you were starting to get weak from blood loss. The lower half of his face was now covered in red, smeared across his skin like paint.

“Sukuna, that’s gross.” The mumble slipped from your delirious mind, making him laugh as he waved a hand over the cut and made it go away. Slipping your hand from his grasp it was like there had never been a mark there in the first place.

“A human telling me what’s gross?” Licking his face clean, Sukuna grinned down at you. The longer he looked at you the longer memories of a past you returned to his mind. The irresistible draw he felt to come to you tonight had been the same one that called to him centuries ago, making you the center of his otherwise cruel and empty world.

Placing two hands on the wall behind you, Sukuna leaned over you once more, this time grasping your chin and turning your face up to him. The saliva that had mixed with your blood had also given you new memories of the past as well, and as you looked at Sukuna you remembered all the things the two of you had done together.

“So, my pet, what shall we do first?”

Sukuna ended up carrying you home, having you tucked inside his kimono as he leaped on rooftops across the city. Opening your bedroom window, Sukuna shoved his body through, having to make himself slightly smaller to fit inside the house.

“Are you uh, hungry?” Standing awkwardly in the middle of your bedroom as Sukuna sat on your bed, you weren’t quite sure what to do now.

“I could eat.” Laying fully back on your bed, it creaked and groaned as Sukuna rested his weight on it. The thought of offering to take him to the kitchen came and went quickly in your head; just getting him into your room was a hard enough task.

Fixing him and yourself a quick meal, as soon as you were done eating Sukuna picked you up and rested you on his abdomen. Even after shrinking himself down your legs were still stretched as wide as possible in hopes of wrapping around his waist.

“As the memories of you return, I realize how much I’ve missed you, my pretty little thing.” Petting down your back, Sukuna looked at you fondly. Propped up on two of his arms, he could stare directly at your tiny body sitting atop him.

“What kind of memories do you have?” So far, the only thing you could seem to recall were memories of a more sexual nature. One’s of you and Sukuna wrapped up in each other's arms, both of his cocks stuffed inside you as you begged to cum.

“I remember giving you the world, whatever you wanted was yours for the taking.” The look in Sukunas eyes was surprisingly soft and you could feel the love coming out from him.

“Whatever I wanted?” Repeating the words, your mouth hung open slightly at all the possible things you could get.

“The world may exist to serve me, but I exist to serve you.” Fully sitting up, Sukuna held you against him as he leaned down, lips grazing your forehead. “What do you want, (Y/N)? I can get you anything in the world, I can do anything in the world.”

“Kill for me.” The whisper that left your lips was almost too quiet for even yourself to hear. But Sukuna nodded, having heard you perfectly. Your words made his body thrum with excitement and his nerves were on edge.

“Kill for you?” He repeated, kissing you on the forehead. The fingers that held you closely dug into your sides and if Sukuna wasn’t careful he could crush you completely.

“You love me, don’t you?” There was just the slightest hint of worry in your voice. What if you were overestimating your power over Sukuna? He could say no or even kill you himself.

“You have no idea what the things my love for you will do.”

Although it pained him to do so, Sukuna left you once the sun began to rise. He had other things to attend to, temples that worshipped him as a god to visit. Promising to see you once dusk began to settle over the sky, Sukuna leapt from your window and into the horizon.

“You came back.” Even though he swore up and down he’d come back, it still shocked you to see him back on your bed once it hit a certain time of night.

“Of course I did.” Sukuna almost seemed hurt you would question him. Holding out a hand, as soon as you grasped one of his fingers he pulled you to him and nestled your body into his side. “Did you do what I asked?”

“The list is in my pocket.” Before leaving, Sukuna had told you to make a list of all the people you wanted him to kill for you. The list had started out short, just a few people that had hurt you that you couldn’t let go of, and then it grew to others, politicians and corrupt people in the media.

“Quite impressive, little thing.” Reading over the list, Sukuna stood up. “Shall we go then?”

“Go whe-” As Sukuna threw open your bedroom window you were met with a strong gust of wind. “Sukuna, where are we going?” You asked him over the wind in your ears. Putting his upper arms into the sleeves of his kimono, he made sure you were nestled safely inside.

“We’re going to take care of the first person on your list.” Wrapping an arm around you, Sukuna jumped out of the window. Though this wasn’t your first time in this position, you hadn’t been fully cognizant when Sukuna took you home last night. Now, with a head clear and no lack of blood to distract you, you could see the lights of the city clearly as they whipped past you.

“It’s beautiful.” Carefully leaning forward, you gazed at the downtown area with all the flashing lights and swerving cars.

“If you say so.” Patting your hip, Sukuna pulled you back, resting your weight fully on his arm and clothes. He wouldn’t admit it, and despite knowing he would catch you in a millisecond, Sukuna didn’t want you to fall out and fall to the ground.

Coming upon the first persons house, he settled you on the ground outside. You were in a tightly knit residential area standing directly under a streetlight, with rows of houses that all looked similar. In a flash, Sukuna had broken into the house and grabbed the person you were after.

“This them?” With a tight grip on their ankle, Sukuna shook them side to side.

“Mhmm.” You didn’t need to look to know he’d gotten the right person, just the feeling you had around them was enough to confirm it.

“W-what’s going on here?!” They screamed, blood pooling in their head the longer they hung upside down.

“Don’t speak.” Sukuna barked, shaking them once again. “You don’t speak to her, or at all.” The person screamed again, a high pitched sound that quickly got shut off as Sukuna swung their body and smacked them against the ground. “I thought I told you to be quiet.”

For a moment you thought they’d died from how hard Sukuna hit them against the ground, but a small whimper and breathless gasps sounded from where their face was crushed against the pavement.

“Do you know why I’m here?” You whispered, standing over their motionless body. Rolling over onto their back, they shook their head and started to stammer. “If you can’t answer my question I don’t want you to make a sound.” Pressing your foot onto their throat, you flinched when their hands came up to try and claw you away.

“Don’t touch her.” Instantly pinning their arms down, Sukuna glowered. “How would you like me to do it?”

“Let me think.” Staring down into their glassy eyes, a million options went through your mind. Sukuna’s power was limitless, there was nothing he couldn’t do. If you asked him to throw their body into outer space, he would do it in a heartbeat. “Rip them limb from limb. You can eat them if you’d like.”

“As you wish.” A sick grin curled Sukuna’s lip and he drug their body across the ground until they were directly underneath him.

“(Y/N) wait! W-wait please!” Their shrill cries fell on deaf ears, and the sound of the first limb being torn off their body was something you could get used to. “Oh- oh my god, my leg!”

“God I wish you’d shut up.” You kept your eyes on the person's face, refusing to look at where blood squirted generously from their now missing extremity.

“Allow me.” With the swipe of one claw Sukuna gouged out their throat. Hot, bright red blood spilled out onto the pavement, pooling and almost making it to where you stood. Throwing one leg into his mouth, Sukuna used a non-bloody hand to lift you up and place you onto a brick wall.

“Thank you.” Giving him a gentle smile, you now had a front row seat to Sukuna ripping apart this person's body and slowly devouring them. There was a mess of blood coating Sukuna’s skin, far more blood than when he had drunk yours.

As you watched Sukuna eat this person, a sense of satisfaction washed over you. It felt good to get justice in your own way for how this person wronged you. After being told to let it go, try and move and let time heal the wound, you could finally get closure the way you wanted.

“All done?” You asked once the last piece of their body was consumed. Standing up to his full height, Sukuna still looked down at you. The blood on his skin began to sizzle off, evaporating into the air and leaving the pungent smile of iron behind.

“Have I made you happy?” He responded, cupping your face and lightly squishing your cheeks. Smiling proudly, a warm flush washed over your face the longer you and Sukuna looked at each other.

“Yes, very.” Nuzzling into his palm and kissing it, you let out a breathless laugh as Sukuna did the same.

“I’m happy to please you.” Kissing you on the top of the head, Sukuna pulled out the list and crossed out the first name. “Shall we go to the others now?”

[luminnara]

Incubus!Bakugou x Male!Reader | NSFW 18+ |

So Y/n decides to summon a demon one day just for fun. He doesn’t actually expect it to work but what else is there to do on a Friday when your home alone? (Well, there’s many things but Y/n is weird so why not?) He doesn’t actually know what an incubus is, all he knows is that it’s a type of demon. So when he summons the demon and it actually works he’s quite surprised. He tries to explain to the demon that has introduced himself as Bakugou Katsuki, that he was mostly just messing around. Bakugou then asks him if he knows what an incubus is. When Y/n says he doesn’t know, Bakugou smirks and decides to just show him instead.

I just wanna say HI I LOVE THIS REQUEST, MORE MONSTERS PLEASE

Warnings: nsfw, anal, oral, two dongs! uhhh demon semen, very slight cumflation, i’m really bad at warnings omfg

Requests are open!

When you had decided to mess around and summon a demon, you didn’t really expect it to work. 

Yeah, you had followed the instructions to a T, and yeah, those instructions came from a musty old book that was probably bound in human skin or something, but seriously? You had just been bored, and what else was there to do on a Friday night other than summon an incubus, whatever that was? It’s not like it was hard to do, either; a few weird chalk drawings on the floor, some candles, and a bunch of words you didn’t know the meaning of, and suddenly, there was something crawling up out of the center of the pentagram. 

So, yeah, a typical Friday night, really.

The demon was, to put it simply, pretty fucking hot. The first thing you saw was a hand reaching up, thick black claws digging into your hardwood floor as it hauled itself out. As you stumbled back, more of the creature appeared, rising up as if you had just opened some sort of portal. It--or he?--was bathed in a red light that came from below, and it...or, he, seemed to be totally naked.

And pretty well endowed...not that you noticed, or anything.

Wait...were there two...?

“Oi, what’s the deal?” he growled, voice rough. He was standing above you now, cracking his neck to the side as he crossed his arms over a well-muscled chest. 

“H-huh?” you blinked up at him.

 Fuck, he was gorgeous, he really was. His hair was blonde and spiky, something you hadn’t really imagined on a demon. Two tall black horns curled up from his forehead, the tips capped in gold, but as grand as they were, you were focused on his eyes. They were crimson, the color of blood, and they were piercing right through you. 

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “Humans.” he mumbled under his breath before crouching in front of you. “My name is Katsuki Bakugou, and you just summoned me. So are we getting this thing going, or what?”

“Wh-what?” you stammered, still staring in disbelief.

He looked completely unimpressed. “Seriously? What’s your deal? You summon me just to waste my time or somethin’, you idiot?”

Your face reddened in anger and embarrassment. “No! I...I didn’t really expect it to work, that’s all.”

The demon raised an eyebrow. “In over your head, huh? What were you doin’, messin’ with stuff you aren’t supposed to touch? Shit, you humans are so stupid sometimes...accidentally summoning a demon, tch...yeah right...”

“I did it on purpose, you know!” you snapped, irritated with his demeanor already. “I just...didn’t think I would actually summon something.”

Bakugou paused his annoyed grumbling and looked you over. “Well, here I am. What do you want from me? I’d rather get this over with quick. I’m a busy guy.”

You wondered what exactly he was so busy doing all day, but rather than ask, you realized that you had no idea what to do with the demon you had just summoned. 

“Oh, uh...” you stared at him blankly. “What...well, what can you do?”

It was his turn to stare. “The hell you mean? You’re the one who summoned an incubus. You tell me.”

You sat back, leaning against your couch and rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. “I, uh...don’t really know what that means. I mean, I know an incubus is a demon and all, but that’s about...it...”

You trailed off, equal parts transfixed and concerned by the grin that was slowly creeping onto Bakugou’s face. It was predatory, showing off his sharp fangs as he pulled his lips back in a menacing snarl, and you were beginning to feel a bit like a rabbit that had just been caught by a fox. 

“Oh, human...” he purred, creeping towards you on all fours. 

You gulped, heart pounding. “Y/N. I’m y/n.”

His grin grew wider, and you suddenly wondered if you had just made a horrible mistake in telling him your name.

“Well, y/n,” he said, voice smooth as honey as he placed a hand on your shin. “Why don’t I just show you what an incubus does?”

“Uh,” you were frozen in place, staring into those mesmerizing eyes. “S-sure?”

That was when you noticed the tail. 

It slipped around your thigh, giving a tight squeeze as if holding you in place. Not like you were going anywhere, anyways; Bakugou was already making his way up your legs, reaching for your zipper. There was a hungry glint in his eyes as he shoved your jeans down, and by the time you realized you had been focusing on them, you also realized your cock was hard. 

Huh. When did that happen?

Bakugou leaned down, a long tongue sliding out of his mouth and wrapping around your cock. The second his lips touched you, your head fell back on the couch cushion behind you, a low moan leaving your throat. It was the best head you had ever received, and as the demon bobbed up and down on it greedily, you couldn’t believe how much you were already aching to cum. 

The air was filled with a heavy, luscious scent that you couldn’t place. All you knew was that it was the best thing you had ever smelled, and it was absolutely coming from the incubus currently crouching between your legs. He was insatiable, that fucking tongue sliding up and down, over and over, urging and coaxing and milking until you felt yourself unraveling. He swallowed every drop of cum, eyes flashing a bright red as he looked up at you. 

“This is what an incubus does, human,” he grinned, licking his lips. 

“O-oh,” you panted, chest heaving. You hadn’t realized you had been bracing yourself with your hands on the back of the couch, afraid to touch the demon as he went down on you, but now you were beginning to feel the tension leave your shoulders. “I...uh...wow...”

Bakugou stepped away from you and stood. “Up.”

You obeyed blindly, staring up at his twin cocks. They were standing at attention now, the lower one larger than the top, both shaped somewhat similarly to a human’s but also entirely differently. The sight of them made you want to find out more, to touch and explore, and before you could stop yourself, you were licking at the underside of a shaft while the demon’s hand guided your head. He tasted incredible, precum already oozing out of the tip, and as you worked on the bigger cock, he used his free hand to jack off the other. 

“Good human,” he growled down at you. “Making yourself useful so that I can make you feel even better later...”

You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you didn’t care. The taste of his cum was intoxicating, and the longer you sucked, the harder your own dick grew. You could feel a puddle of precum dripping down between your legs, your skin hot with arousal as that heavy scent swirled around you. Fuck, you couldn’t think. All you wanted was him.

“Easy now,” he grunted, pulling your hair until you could no longer reach his cock. 

You whined, reaching for it, but his tail immediately wrapped around your wrists and held you back. 

Bakugou chuckled. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

You had no choice but to obey, and as his warm hands ran up your back, you sighed. As terrifying as he was, you felt totally at ease. Even as he tore your shirt off, he was careful not to harm you, gentle in all of his movements. 

“Mmm, look at you...” he purred in that deep, rough voice of his. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, human...”

You shivered at his words, letting out a surprised, strangled moan as you felt his tongue on your ass. It swirled around, dipping in to stimulate your hole before it was replaced by one of his claws. You expected to feel pain, but there was only immeasurable pleasure as he finger fucked you, and soon, his other hand moved to stroke your cock. He was so masterful, so absolutely confident in all of his motions, and he soon had you cumming again, moaning his name as you made a mess all over your own floor. 

“F-fuck,” you said, shaking slightly. 

“Good?” he asked, grabbing your ass appreciatively. 

“Fuck yes,” you let your head drop, leaning against the floor as you tried to catch your breath. 

“The best is yet to come, human.”

You glanced around your arm, looking back at him. “What do you...?”

Your eyes widened at the sight of him leaning towards you, one of his cocks definitely aiming for your ass. 

“W-wait! You’re not going to fit--”

“Trust me,” he said soothingly, holding your hip. “Just relax and let me do my job.”

You swallowed hard and nodded, watching over your shoulder as he slowly pressed his larger cock into you. 

There wasn’t any of the pain you expected. It wasn’t even uncomfortable. Bakugou felt amazing, his cock stretching you in a way you had never experienced before. Hell, you hadn’t even played with your ass that much in the past, and suddenly here he was, finding a steady pace and rutting into you like a starved, depraved monster. 

The sounds you were letting out were filthy, the room filled with guttural moans and groans and the slapping of skin against skin. Each of his thrusts felt better than the last, the ridges of his inhuman cock stimulating you in the most perfect way while his smaller dick slid between your cheeks. 

Your own cock was so hard again, it was painful, and as if he sensed your discomfort, Bakugou reached around to grab it for you. 

“That’s it,” he purred in your ear, completely covering you with his own body. 

You shuddered at the sensation of his breath on your ear. It was enough to drive you over the edge again, and with a pleased sound, the demon withdrew from you. Both of his hands found their way to you hips, claws digging into your flesh as he picked up his pace, and now that you had been satisfied once more, it was clear that he was chasing his own release.

He was grunting and growling, his tail swishing behind him as he bared his fangs in a nasty snarl. When he finally came, it was with a throaty groan, his head tossed back as he buried himself deep inside of you and filled you up. 

And when he came, he came. It didn’t seem to stop, rope after rope of his thick seed eventually oozing back out around his cock, your lower belly slightly distended as he just kept going. It felt warm, but in a pleasant way, and when he finally pulled back out and caught his breath, you could feel it all spilling down your thighs.

“Well,” he laughed, leaning back on his knees as he looked at you. 

“That was amazing,” you gasped as you collapsed, knees finally giving out. 

He smirked. “Was it, human? I’ll give you a few minutes before round two.”

Your face fell. “Wait, what?”

“You didn’t really think that was it, did you?” he laughed tauntingly. “Oh, no. I like you. I like the taste of you. You give me so much energy...I’m sticking around for a while, human.”

Well...there were probably worse arrangements to be in, right?

[gaysimpsstuff]

Flightless Birds Chapter Five: First Man Falls

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Four Here

Remember I do not condone any of Hawks' actions in this fiction, and if this triggers you please put down your device and seek comfort. You are free to vent to me if you wish.

Read through the warnings before reading this, please.

Summary: Y/n sees an opening to get out of the situation they're stuck in, and attempts an escape. Things go wonderfully until they don't.

Word Count: 4.5K

Warnings: Blood, injury, crying, panic attack, sexual harassment, Keigo being the absolute worst he could be, forced vomiting, glass injury, gaslighting, choking, violence, abusive relationship, manipulation, blackmail

Other: Not me watching Sanders Sides while making this-

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"Good morning Birdie~" You shuddered at the sound of his voice, trying to ignore the feeling of his fingers dancing down your spine. "C'mon wake up, baby~"

His hand moved along your body, and you were silently grateful for the thin pajama shirt he'd slipped onto your torso last night, protecting your skin from his fingertips. He tugged your body closer to him, and you bit back a hiss of discomfort.

"Baby?" His voice wavered a little, and you felt him shake you slightly

"M'awake..." you murmured, keeping your eyes closed to feign exhaustion. "Jus' gimme a minute." You should feel exhausted, you couldn't sleep at all, not with your captor's body so close to your own, anything you did could cause him to sit up and check on you, at the same time, he seemed amused when you were uncomfortable, as if he didn't really care about you as a person, just you as his toy.

"Aw, did my baby bird not sleep well last night? Poor darling, it must be the mattress, don't worry I'll get a new one for you, I'll take the one from your past home."

The way he spoke, as if he wasn't aware that he was the cause of your inability to rest peacefully, and as if your home was only a figment of your past, not the place you longed to return to.

As if this room was your new home.

Even if you could return home, you knew you wouldn't feel safe there, he could track you anywhere, why was he even going after you? You'd barely exchanged a few words with him during your first interaction and now he was under the impression that you were his mate, and he was keeping you safe by locking you away from the rest of the world.

He was delusional.

He was crazy.

And you needed him to get his hands off of you before you screamed.

"I-I'm hungry-" you started, only to feel his hand slip under your shirt. "W-wait, what are you doing?" you exclaimed, hand flying to his wrist to get his skin off of yours.

"You don't get to demand anything of me, darling~" his breath was hot against your ear, and you felt his lips pressing against your skin as you tried to squirm out of his grip.

"Please let me go!" you whimpered, gasping when he rolled his hips against your leg.

"Where are your manners, Baby? What's my name?" You squeezed your eyes shut, still trying to push him off of you.

"Sir please don't touch me!" You choked out, and you felt his hand leave your stomach, and his weight lifted off the bed. You curled up, sucking air into your lungs as best you could.

"Your welcome." he spat angrily, you didn't need to roll over to know he was glaring at you with ferocious intensity.

"T-thank you-" you whispered, curling into yourself more.

"And if you're hungry, you just have to ask me to make you breakfast, I can't trust you to make your own food yet."

"I'm not hungry anymore."

"Too bad. It's morning, you haven't eaten since early yesterday, I can't let my perfect darling starve now can I?" You felt his hand grip your shoulder, forcing you to roll over and face him. "Gimme a kiss~" he tapped two fingers against his cheek as he lowered his face towards you.

You clutched the sheets beneath you, frightened, numbing your brain as best you could to press our lips against his skin and pull away as fast as you could.

"Good bird~" he cooed, and you heard the floorboards creaking as he walked away, the door slowly opening as he left the room. You pressed your face into the pillows, lip quivering as you held back tears.

-

"T-thank you, Sir. T-the food was delicious." You shakily handed the empty plate back to the winged man beside you, trying not to focus too hard on the loopy smile on his face.

"You can call me by my name you know, Sir is just a formality," he said, taking the plate and resting his hand on yours. You tugged your hand back to your chest, not wanting to make contact with him.

Calling him by his name?

Admitting he was a person?

That he was human, living and breathing next to you?

Impossible, this monster had no name, he was just a filthy creature that had snatched you away, and you were left with nothing but the dream of rescue by another hero, the police, or Izanagi.

You knew this monster's name, of course, he'd told you, but thinking about it caused so much discomfort and confusion, as monsters don't have names.

But you knew of a few other words that would calm your racing heart, and soothe you into a spell of comfort and love.

Izanagi was one of them.

Just thinking about the blue-haired man, remembering the sound of his music, his voice, his skin surprisingly soft against your own, his eyes that would soften at the sight of you, like a warm, fuzzy blanket, and not like a knife to your throat.

You would never call this monster by its name, it could never get any kind of humanization from you. It was difficult enough to call him 'sir,' as 'sir' would be a waiter, a stranger who dropped his keys that you would return them to, a teacher's assistant, a hero, someone to respect, someone worth something.

This monster was not worthy of being called 'sir.'

But 'daddy' was even worse.

Daddy was someone who would take care of you, an actual father, a caretaker, maybe even something more intimate.

But his name was worse than both of those.

Sir and Daddy were faceless.

A name was not.

"I-I'd rather call you Sir," you mumbled. "It's respectful, isn't it?"

"Yes, but it's dehumanizing. I'm not someone to respect, I'm your mate. Call me by my name." He moved closer to you, setting the plate down on the counter. You moved away from him in fear.

You longed desperately to tell him the truth.

That he wasn't a human, wasn't worthy of having a name, that he was a monster.

"Aw, is that what you really think of me, Birdie?" Your head snapped up, staring at the open door and not at him.

"Did- was- I didn't- I'm sorry please don't hurt me!" You wrapped you arms around your head, shaking.

It didn't feel like you were in bed, swathed in a warm comforter, belly full with (surprisingly) tasty food.

You could only feel his eyes on you, and the collar itching too tight around your neck, and the open door, so close, almost as if he was teasing you with freedom, never to actually give it to you.

"Remember the second punishment?" his voice was low, and you could feel it vibrating in your stomach despite him being the one who was speaking.

You shook your head quickly, in all that had happened, you hadn't been able to memorize everything. You heard him sigh, standing up and getting off the bed. You sank lower into the pillows, forcing your eyes to follow his shape.

He wasn't heading to your side of the bed.

He wasn't going to touch you or beat you.

He was leaving the room.

You relaxed, lowering your shaking arms to your lap.

You were shocked that you hadn't cried yet.

-

It felt like hours and hours later when he returned, and yet it was all too soon, having to watch his body move into the room, slowly walking towards you, a glass of water in one hand and a wet handtowel in the other.

He set both items on the nightstand, golden eyes flicking to you. You never imagined that such a beautiful color could ever seem so cold, so harsh, so horrible.

"Don't drink this yet," he commanded, moving to the closet, pulling something out of it. He returned to you, throwing the blankets off of you, revealing the pajama pants he'd forced you into the night before.

He'd changed you last night, ripping your shirt so he wouldn't have to take off the collar, pulling a soft button up onto your body, and when your wings didn't fit into the holes, he just took one of his feathers, sharpened it, and cut the holes bigger.

Just another reminder of his power.

He didn't even need to find knives to be able to cut your skin.

You felt the mattress shift as he sat down, waving for you to sit on the edge of the bed, you reached up to unbutton your pajama shirt, accepting the button up he handed you and pulling it on quickly.

Next was the pants.

That wasn't so bad.

You reached to accept the new pants from him, only for something smaller to be pressed into your hand.

Clean underwear.

You looked up at him, horrified, did- did he really expect you to take off your underwear in front of him, to reveal a part of your body so private, just to cover it up again with something he got for you?

Something that you couldn't help but notice smelled like him.

"You need clean garments, Darling~" he cooed. "I won't touch, but I can't promise I won't look."

You shifted your body away from him, slipping your underwear down and pulling the fresh pair on as quick as you possibly could. Finally, he gave you the pants, and you shuffled into them.

"Such a good birdie, so good for me~" he purred, pressing his face against yours and rubbing like a cat. You flinched away from him, and his purring shifted to a scoff. "Except when you're not. You called me inhuman, a monster. Take your punishment."

He stood, grabbing the glass off the counter, handing it to you, demanding you to drink it all. You glanced up at him in confusion, it was just water after all, how could drinking a glass of water be a form of punishment?

You put the cold glass to your mouth, tipping it up and letting the water flood your mouth.

Just a moment later, you spewed it all out onto your captor's clean shirt.

It was saltwater.

The man in front of you growled, grabbing the glass from you and forcing your mouth open, he plugged your nose shut, and the liquid-filled your mouth, running down your throat as the salt scratched you raw.

Tears filled your eyes as you scratched at his wrist, the last drops of water leaving the cup. He dropped it to the floor, and you lifted your feet unconsciously when you heard the glass shatter over the floor.

The monster forced your lips clothes, rubbing your throat until you swallowed. When you did, he shoved you onto the ground, onto the glass.

The shards pierced the skin of your feet and legs, you grabbed the nightstand, praying the collar wouldn't tighten and choke you. You felt your stomach jump up into your throat, and your body jerked forward, all the food you'd just eaten coming up to cover the floor.

When you finished vomiting, you realized he was gone.

Leaving you alone in the room, sitting in a pile of broken glass, vomit, blood, and tears.

He really was a monster.

You needed to get out of here.

-

Seven days after your kidnapping, he came home wingless.

One week, it felt almost like destiny, forcing yourself to play by his rules, and it was by playing his game that you would get out of his clutches. Away from this monster.

"Sir, are you alright?" you asked softly as he stumbled into the bedroom, a bucket of KFC tucked under his arm. You noticed the bruises littering his skin, the cut on his lip, and most importantly, the absence of his wings.

He limped into the room, shoving the bucket of food into your arms and collapsing into the blankets next to you. He turned his head, looking at you, he seemed miserable.

It took all your strength not to smile.

"Sir?" You lifted your hand, biting back disgust as you pressed it against his shoulder, right on a bruise. You heard him hiss in pain and you brought your hand back to safety by your side.

"Villains," he grumbled, eyeing you. "I just need to rest, you should eat." he turned his head away from you, relaxing a little. You sighed, knowing you needed the energy if you were going to run from this monster. You shoveled the food into your mouth, setting the bucket aside.

That was when you heard it.

Almost like a growl, rumbling and making the bed buzz underneath you. Then it was a soft breath, air puffing against your arm. Your eyes fell to the monster's body, realizing he had passed out. You sucked in a breath, glancing around the room, you could do this.

You looked at the only pocket on his coat with a zipper, noticing the imprint of something against the tan fabric. Your hand snaked above the blankets, two fingers pinching the zipper, tugging it down to open the pocket.

You froze when the sleeping man shifted, moving his body just slightly away from you. You held your breath, waiting for his eyes to open.

But they didn't.

You'd never been happier to see closed eyes.

You unzipped the pocket further, and a small piece of metal fell out. You snatched it up quickly, examining it. It was a loop, with three keys on it. A gold one, a silver one, and a rusty skeleton key. You pulled the gold key off the loop, trying to be quiet to not wake your captor.

You moved it behind your collar, feeling around for the lock you had discovered the other day. You located it and fiddled around with the key to try and unlock it. The teeth didn't seem to want to fit into the hole.

You cursed inwardly, putting the gold key down and trying the silver one, almost instantly hearing a soft click. You bit your lip to keep from smiling or squealing, slowly undoing the clasp and removing the collar.

The cold air of the room hit the skin on your neck, beads of sweat rolling into your collar. You set the collar down gently so as not to disturb the feather, knowing he would wake up immediately if anything touched it. You slipped the keys into your pocket, silently slipping out of bed.

It felt like only a second later, but you had finally gotten out of the bedroom you'd been locked in for the past week. There was the pretty vase, right in front of you, Begonias, Butterfly Weeds, and a Hibiscus flower bobbing in the slight breeze from the open window.

You dashed down the hall, finding a large living room with a grand piano, giant TV, fancy modern kitchen, and you didn't have the time or patience to examine everything. All you could care about was the huge glass door, showing you the way to the balcony.

His wings would take a few days to grow back.

You could still fly.

You patted the keys in your pocket, not bothering to hide the wide smile on your face as you pulled the glass door back, stepping out onto the balcony.

You squeaked when you felt a drop of water on your head, realizing the sky was slowly darkening. You spun around, feeling the water soak your skin, clothes, and feathers, turning and taking flight, free of the shackles the monster had put on you.

You knew exactly where to go.

-

It was pouring when you arrived at his doorstep, and even if you dried yourself for hours, you were sure there'd be at least a little bit of you still wet.

His door hadn't changed in the past week, it still had that old dent in it from when a couple of kids tried to knock down the door, and the scratches from that dog that wanted to get in.

And the doorbell was the same too, with the little note attached to it saying it was broken, and asking someone to knock, even though he'd gotten it fixed two months ago.

It was calming to see his handwriting on the paper, the little smiley face he'd drawn next to the 'thank you.' Your hands were shaking as you pressed a finger against the doorbell, hearing the chime alerting him that someone was at his door.

Your wings were wrapped around yourself, trying to keep warm as best you could, and you ignored the way your heart was racing.

You were finally away from him, and you were finally seeing him again.

You pressed the doorbell again, jumping when you heard a loud noise inside the house.

"Godamnit I'm coming, I'm coming! I swear if it's one of you door-to-door salesmen I am going to punch you in the face." You pressed your hands over your mouth, it was his voice, he was still here, the monster hadn't killed him!

The door slowly creaked open, revealing the man you'd been thinking about for the past week, his blue hair tied up in a bun. He looked exhausted, not dressed the way he usually was. He was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Alright so waddaya want-" he looked up, freezing when he saw you. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "No- it- I- Y/n?"

"Izanagi-" your voice was hushed, eyes watering as you stared at your best friend. A moment later, he was clinging to you, body pressed up against yours as he held onto you, shaking.

"Holy shit, Y/n I- I was so scared the police wouldn't tell me anything and they threatened me and- and holy fuck I- I'm so glad you're okay!"

He buried his face into your neck, breathing in the smell of your shampoo, letting out a sigh of relief that you still smelled like you.

"You- you are okay, right?" he asked.

You were still just staring at him, trying not to cry. You slowly shook your head, glancing over your shoulder.

"Okay, come in, let's get you dried off, and then you can talk to me okay? Hey, please say something."

He cupped your face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your wet cheeks, taking in the sight of you.

"I'm so relieved you're alive." you breathed.

"Of course I'm alive why wouldn't I be?" you shook your head, not wanting to speak. You felt like there was a block in your throat keeping your words from leaving your mouth. Izanagi pursed his lips, ushering you into his house, shutting and locking the door behind him.

He encouraged you to take a shower, telling you he still had some of your clothes to wear. It was nice to feel the warm water on your skin instead of cold, for some reason your captor refused to get warm water for his showers, preferring to force you to take ice-cold showers just like he would.

It was great to put on your clothes again, clothes that smelled like you, clothes that wrapped comfortably around your body, clothes that closed fully in the front. Holes in the back that fit your wings perfectly instead of being open too wide or not wide enough.

You walked out of the shower, finding Izanagi on the couch, holding a mug of hot chocolate, he passed it to you when you sat down.

"So... are you going to explain everything now?" you took a deep breath, starting the long story.

-

You could barely remember the last time human skin felt comforting instead of traumatizing to you, but laying next to Izanagi reminded you of how things used to be; when you were safe. His arm around you wasn't there to force you to stay, but to keep you protected. His body against yours was a reminder that maybe you could be safe from the monster. His breaths didn't strike you with paralyzing fear, scared witless for when he wakes up but instead calms your racing heart.

You were safe last night in his arms.

He let you cry, telling him about how a pro hero kidnapped you, trying to get you to love him. You didn't say which hero though, you simply couldn't utter his hero name or his real name, and you felt that you'd never respectfully call someone 'sir' ever again.

He hugged you, holding you, and told you he wouldn't let you go again, not even to the police. He'd make enough money for the both of you, and he would take you to work with him, you would never be out of sight, at least until you were both certain that the threat had passed.

With the monster, the idea of being stuck with him was terrifying, but it was something you relished with your blue-haired friend, being able to be safe and protected by his watchful eye.

It was the first time you slept well in a week, eyes slowly fluttering open to gaze at the ceiling. The blankets were comfortable against your skin, and you rolled over to nudge Izanagi awake-

Only to be met with an empty spot.

The sheets weren't even warm.

You shot up, scrambling out of bed and racing out of the bedroom.

"Izanagi?" you called out, praying he was just in the kitchen making breakfast, but he wasn't there.

That wasn't to say there wasn't someone in the kitchen.

"Hello, baby bird~" the monster cooed at you, lips curled upwards in a prideful sneer. "How'd you sleep?"

"What are you doing here? Where's Izanagi?" you shouted, backing up slowly. Your eyes scanned his body, realizing he'd regrown his wings enough to be able to fly.

"Y'know, I was real upset when I woke up and found you gone, and I was even sadder to find my keys missing. But I was impressed you'd managed to sneak out at all, I really thought my cameras would alert me to movement in the living room." he ignored your question, stalking towards you at a steady pace. "But I'm certainly not impressed with where you chose to go, Fujikawa was the first person I suspected to have stolen you away from me, Yuu was the second. You probably should have gone to your old workplace, or maybe even a Library!"

He was laughing now, eyes flashing in the fluorescent lights of Izanagi's kitchen. You made a dash for the door, wings already spread. You heard his footsteps slamming against the hardwood, chasing after you.

You threw the door open, taking flight into the open sky the second your feet hit the concrete. You went as fast as your wings would let you, shooting off like a bullet in the opposite direction of Izanagi's house.

You knew it was no good, he was on your trail now, he was stronger than you, and his quirk had more uses, there was no way you could escape.

But fuck, you would never let him just have you, you were desperate to fight for your freedom, to find a way to get away from him, maybe find another pro hero, or even a fucking villain, you would fly even after your wings would feel like falling off, you were prepared for stay airborne for multiple days if it meant getting the monster off your tail.

You were ready to fly all the way to America to get away from him.

But you only made it a couple streets before his body slammed into yours, forcing you both out of the air. You screamed, kicking and clawing at him the whole time you fell, desperate to get away from him, desperate to get freedom back.

He swooped up right before you both hit the ground, before slamming you onto the asphalt of the street, both hands pressed up against your neck, thumbs pressing against the front of your neck.

You struggled beneath him, hitting him everywhere you possibly could, his legs keeping you from kicking him. He sent two feathers after your arms, forcing them down to the ground, rendering you helpless to him.

"You are fucking pathetic." he spat. "I thought you were kinder than this, but you didn't even think twice about him." Your eyes widened when you realized who he was talking about.

"You just wanted to run away from me, you didn't think about where he was, what I might do to him, to both of them. You're a fucking selfish asshole who couldn't give two shits whether their friends live or die. When I threatened Fujikawa's life, saying I'd kill him if you went near him, you didn't try to protect him, no. You went straight to him, begging for your safety. Whining like a fucking baby!"

You were starting to get lightheaded, feeling his claws dig into your skin.

"Please-" you choked out

"Oh, please save me, Izanagi! Save me from this monster!" He mocked, rolling his eyes. "Fucking pathetic. Have you ever thought that maybe they needed saving from you? That you were the monster? Maybe I was saving them from you?"

"No-"

Suddenly, his weight was lifted off of you, and he stood over you, golden eyes piercing your soul. You wanted to scramble away from him and take flight again, but you didn't have the strength.

You gasped, sucking air into your lungs as he slowly stepped away from you, scoffing.

"You're worthless. What is it that you do for those friends of yours? And what is it that they do for you? Exactly. You know you're just a burden to them. I'm the only one who really loves you. Those two have been waiting for a chance to get rid of you, but they're just too nice to do it. You don't deserve them."

"You're a monster-" you panted, sitting up and glaring at him.

"Takes one to know one," he growled. "Monsters like me deserve monsters like you. I want to hope there's at least a little bit of you that cares about Fujikawa, otherwise, his blood will be needlessly spilled. I don't want to hire a cleaning crew to get it out of my carpet."

Your eyes widened, realizing where Izanagi was.

"No- no please no- don't kill him please!" you begged, tears brimming in your eyes, you crawled over to him, tugging on his pants. "Please don't kill him!"

"Pathetic." he kicked you away, and you lay on the ground, sobbing, too weak and scared to move. "If you really want him alive, you'll return to me willingly. You have until midnight tonight. If you don't return home by then, your friend will die."

With that, he turned away from you and shot off into the sky, leaving you crying on the floor.