#ive complained about this before. but it's so strange to me.

[unopenablebox]

you know im still recovering from following that doyoulikethissong unlabeled song snippets poll blog and realizing that like. most people on this website have apparently zero familiarity with what funk or disco sound like and therefore reflexively "don't like it", and instead have a strong positive reaction to fucking arena rock??????

[durn3h]

The way she talks so confidently about the future is kinda scary tbh. Like, I feel the same way, but to actually say it out loud is different

[get-more-bald]

"I wouldnt subject demo to dating an european. a french." GIRL DEMOMAN IS ALSO EUROPEAN!!!!!😭😭WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!!

[butch-muppet]

ive officially gotten over a hundred notes on one post today. not like 100 total. like. 100 *today*. i am continuing to get notes on the post while im writing this, i’ve seen probably 10 notifs come up under my keyboard and counting. my phone screen has hardly been off all day Help (eta: it was 17 notes + i have turned off notifications for that post)

[alchemiclee]

I know I should respect people's wishes and whatnot when it comes to their posts, but it honestly annoys me when people say "don't tag as ship" on their posts. it ruins my whole tagging system!!!!!! I hate that. sometimes using a "ship name" tag to organize things makes it easier when you enjoy 2 characters' friendship. I literally have 2 tags for cyno-nari-collei family because "collei and her dads" tag I use for the family as a cute silly tag could be misconstrued as a ship tag instead of simply my organizational tag for the cute family they are!!! why do people care about what tags you use so much? especially when they're used for organization purposes, not to bother you 😭 i've seen this a lot on here and I simply do not understand and honestly think it's quite dumb, no offense intended (though I bet people will be offended regardless. sorry 😭)

[i-cant-sing]

Yandere batfam with a sick reader?

Yes but sick reader who is still defiant because hello, they kidnapped you?????

Reader is just glaring at them with tired eyes and a red nose as they once again tuck her under the covers, Dick is highly worried as he frets over you like a mama hen because he did have a heart attack when he caught you standing in front of your open window, where "harsh" gusts of cold air were "attacking your fragile form", so of course, he had to drag you in and wrap his arms around you, rub his cheek against you because he NEEDS to warm you immediately, lest you die of hypothermia.

Yes, Dick overreacts. And yes, Damian will accompany his brother in his delusions, or well, take any chance he gets to scold you.

"You should be in bed, Y/n." Damian said sternly, his eyes narrowed because how dare you worry his favourite brother like this. "Didn't Dick tell you to rest? Are you that incapable of following simple commands?"

You narrowed your eyes back at him, opening your mouth to say something mean but got cut off by your own coughing fit, making Dick rush to help you drink some water, rubbing your back along it. Your throat felt scractchy, and it hurt to speak, but you still wanted to convey your feelings so-

You flipped him off. For a nano second, because Dick immediately grabbed your hand and tucked it back under the covers while Damian's eyes widened at you disrespect, but before he could make any more gremlin noises, but Bruce walked in and Damian knew better than to complain to him about you when youre already sick, cause Bruce wouldve still favoured you.

"Y/n? How do you feel now?" Bruce asked, his voice gentle as he walked closer to where Dick was throwing away your mountain of tissues.

"Im fine. I wanna go out-" "No." "And why not?" "Because youre sick." "You may be Batman, but youre not a doctor!" "I am your father though."

No, youre not. You wanted to say, but knew that would only piss him off and you need to be on his good side if you want Dick and the others to be off your back so that you can escape.

"Whats her temperature?" Bruce asked Dick, who put a thermometer in your mouth quickly. Dick sighed as he told Bruce how you were out of bed and standing in your balcony in the cold just moments ago.

Bruce placed a palm over your forehead, and you tried to move away but there wasnt really any space or energy for you to do that. Bruce's eyes shifted the slightest bit at your burning forehead. "Why do you insist on getting out of bed and sleeping on the floor? Ive already had to pick you up 3 times in the past 2 days."

You pulled out the thermometer and glared at him. "Im fine. Its just sniffles." Bruce's lip quirked a little. You looked absolutely adorable in your delirious state, like an angry kitten.

"I dont think its just sniffles this time. And-" Bruce pulled the thermometer from your hands that you were hiding under the covers. "-dont hide the thermometer from me." His eyes scanned it and the twitch in his brow was enough for Dick to know that the number was too high.

Bruce then eyed the cough syrup next to your side table- its still full.

"Why havent you been taking your medicine?"

"Im not sick-"

"White paint has more color than you do right now. So why havent you been taking the medicine?" Bruce asked and even though he was a little annoyed, he had enough practice dealing with the other kid's rebellious phases to have the patience of a saint.

You shrugged. "How do I know its just cough syrup and not a sedative?" "It is a sedative too. Its supposed to make you sleepy." "Well, I dont wanna sleep and let my guard down in a house full of 5 strange men." You obviously never counted Alfred- hes the only normal one here- except for the part that he wont call the cops for you, but oh well.

Bruce just casted a look to Dick and before you knew it, Dick was pinching your nostrils close and titling your head up while Bruce grabbed the syrup and poured some in your mouth before clamping his hand over it. You struggled to break free, but you were obviously no match to them. Still, tears of frustration pricked your eyes as you looked at them in betrayal and hatred.

"Drink this and dont argue with me, please." Bruce said- well, he genuinely requested at this point.

You didnt have much of a choice other than swallowing it.

With a defiant glare, you begin closing your eyes as your body gave into the effects of the drug, the last thing that you felt were Bruce kissing your forehead while Dick pecked your cheek.

Jason finally decides to drop by the Wayne manor, only to be greeted with the sight of reader lying on the kitchen floor. His heart stopped for a moment- you werent breathing-

"Y/n!" He rushed to your side, only to be smacked in the face by you.

"Shush. Dont be too loud." Your voice sounded like sandpaper against rocks.

Jason huffed. "Well, sorry for freaking out. I thought you were dead-"

"From a cough? Im not weak."

"Yeah? So, what exactly are you doing on the cold floor in the middle of the night?"

"..."

"Well?"

"What? So I cant even take a nap in this house? Jesus Christ, am I allowed to have any autonomy here?"

"Y/n." Jason called, clearly unamused by your sarcasm.

"Fine. I may have fallen and then didnt have the energy to get up, so im just catching my breath here."

"Why are you even out of bed?"

"I was hungry and Im not gonna drink another spoon of Alfred's bland soup again." Alfred made it bland on purpose so that your throat wouldnt be irritated.

"Please stop wasting whats left of your voice on complaints of the soup that you cant even taste." Jason chuckled as he picked you up, only for you to push at his chest weakly.

"I dont need your help. I can walk on my own."

Jason quirked a brow. "If you can make it to the front door without fainting or throwing up, I'll help you escape." You stared at the front door- it wasnt too far, but judging by the fact that its even hard for you to breathe properly and that youve fainted way too many times by just standing for more than a couple of minutes.

But youre stubborn. With great effort, you pushed yourself off Jason and used the kitchen island to pull yourself up. Jason decided to walk in front of you and stand near the kitchen exit because he really wanted to see your struggling face.

You took a trembling step, then another, one hand still using the support of the island until it ended and you were only a couple of feet away from Jason. At this point, you were already out of breath and when you took another step, your legs gave out and the room began spinning.

Luckily, Jason was quick to react. "Alright, just place your arm around mine- or just fall on me, that works too." He teased when you couldnt hold your body weight.

You slumped in his arms. "Just take me to my room." You huffed.

"Alright." Jason lifted your legs up and carried you back up the stairs. "You know you'd get better a lot faster if you just stayed in bed and took your medicine on time. Wouldnt that make your chances of escaping the manor better?"

You stared at him blankly. "Wow. The world must be ending for Jason Todd to be making logical suggestions."

Jason rolled his eyes as he tucked you in bed. "Im just saying, if you get better faster, you'll get to try running from us quicker too."

How do you explain to him that you just dont want to comply to them, even when they're helping you. How do you explain that you dont wanna listen to them because the soft pitiful, patronising look they get in their eyes when they look at you makes you wanna scream and carve your skin out. These are strangers, rich men who just kidnapped you to be a part of their family. No one is that kind. And nothing ever comes for free. Nothing.

"Do you need something? Food, perhaps?" Jason asked. You shook your head. "No, I think Im gonna throw up."

"Oh shit." Jason was hauling his ass out of the room t get you a bucket, only to return with a backpack.

You barely held your puke as you asked. "Wait- whose is this?"

"I dont know!? Damian's?!"

You grinned. "Oh, perfect." You proceeded to throw up into Damian's bag. That little shit just got on your nerves.

BONUS:

"I know you have attachment issues with your blanket but its been a couple of days now and you need to let me wash it." Dick said, trying to tug it out of your grip.

You sniffled and glared. "Im not a child who needs their blankie, Dick. Im just too cold without it and no other blanket can warm me up the same way it does."

"Give the blankie, Y/n." Dick said seriously.

"Its not a blankie." You retorted, but before you could react, Tim suddenly grabbed you while Dick ripped away the blanket. And even though he immediately replaces it with a clean blanket, you still let out a gut wrenching cry

"You'll have it back tomorrow-" Tim starts saying, only for you to sneeze directly in his face, making him freeze.

"And that's why we use tissues." Dick says, wiping both your nose and Tim's face with tissues, while you're not making any effort to suppress the grin that comes on your lips.

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part IV

Shiny new Masterlist

->Pairing: König x fem!reader

->Words: 4.7k

->Warning: MDNI!, fluff, König spilling his heart out to his favorite girl, roadhead, car sex, outdoor oral, face sitting, overstimulation, pretty much porn with plot at this point. 

->A/N: A bit different that the other chapter but I wanted to do something a little sweeter.

Your dreams are luxurious and delicious these nights, a whirlwind of experiences ever since you transferred to the new base. You dream of luxuries far beyond your reach with a man who sure as hell should be out of your reach too. You dine on five star meals on the beach, sip champagne in a clawfoot tub overlooking waterfalls, have ravenous passionate love making sessions in silk sheets. 

König has rewired your brain and embedded himself within you.

You awake in his bed again as has been the same routine for a few weeks now, you’ve moved a stash of your stuff to his room at his request of course. You don't see each other too often during the day so night and early mornings are the times where you catch up and enjoy eachothers company.

Spending a few spare moments to soak in the smell of the sheets you roll out of bed and notice a flower in a tall glass of water sitting beside a note. 

Chicken scratch, yep written by König alright. You smile as you envision him scrawling it quickly before leaving for the day.

My love,

Clear your schedule this afternoon, I plan to take you somewhere very special.

-König, your one and only. (boyfriend)     :)

Boyfriend. 

Huh I guess that's really what the two of you are now. You both danced around the word for a while now. You suppose you were a couple in the grand view of it, slept in the same bed, ate dinner together, got ready for bed together, said goodmorning and goodnight to each other. You could get used to this. Off base dates are far and few too, sometimes you'll take walks around base, the views are amazing nearby and it makes you yearn for your own country-side cottage with a garden.

You ready yourself and go about your day, you’ve flowed into a nice routine as of late. Get up, sometimes with König, eat in the mess hall, workout, training, dinner with König sometimes, and usually not get a lot of sleep together because he's too busy having your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You can’t complain.

The mess hall is loud and crawling with activity this morning, you enjoy it more than you thought you would. The activity is a welcome distraction from homesickness. You eat in silence, sitting with a few others you’ve somewhat befriended. Bennet hasn't been around lately, thinking of if now you can’t remember the last time you did see him.

You clear your throat,

“Have any of you seen Bennet around?”

One of the other guys laughed.

“Yea I saw him alright. Saw him on his way out. Guy got so scared of the colonel he transferred back to his home base. Guess the two of them clashed over something. But if you ask me, I just don't think the guy was cut out for this line of work.”

“Yeah, that's weird. Strange.” 

You continue eating, your question answered to your requirements. 

König is intimidating, sure he’s nice to you but you can’t imagine being an outsider, being on his bad side, or god forbid being his enemy. The stories you’ve heard about the things he’s done on the battlefield could make anyone uneasy. 

Breakfast finishes up and you head to the gym where you’re thankfully uninterrupted during your workout. Cleaning up you hit your next stop, the shooting range. It’s mostly empty, the weather is nice today so many people are using the outdoor range. 

You take your pistol, silencer equipped and a long range sniper down to the last stall and prep your gear.

You use the sniper first and take deep breaths before firing. 

The door opens and you assume it’s just someone else using the stalls until a voice makes you jump.

“Hold it higher liebling.” 

Your hand grips your heart, putting the gun down you turn fully around, being met with König standing tall with his hands behind his back.

“König, ever heard not to sneak up on someone with a gun?” You lean against the counter.

“Am I mistaken or is that your forte in the field? I’m simply a superior observing my team members, wouldn't want you using the tools the wrong way right?”

He's so quick with his quips, you smile then turn around bringing the gun up leaning your cheek on the side as to see through the scope.

You feel his hands on your hips and he kicks your feet further apart, you look down at his feet that are standing on the outside of yours. 

He brings his head down right next to your ear,

“Hold it back harshly into your shoulder, so the kickback won’t knock you down.”

“You’re making it hard to focus.” 

“I would assume you would be able to focus even with distractions yea? But I suppose our time in bed has proven otherwise.”

You blush but regain your composure quickly until one of his hands stays on your hips and the other brushes your cheek to move your hair slightly.

You shoot once, then twice, hitting the target both times.

His voice has gotten even lower, whisper dancing the line of soundwaves.

“You read my note yea?”

“I did, plan to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope.”

He kisses the shell of your ear then your cheek through his mask. 

“I will see you later then, you’ll meet me in the lower garage at 1500 alright?”

“Oooh, meeting my big strong colonel in a dark garage, I certainly hope he doesn't take advantage of me.” You laugh and bat your lashes at him.

He squeezes your hip and scoffs playfully, 

“Keep talking to me this way and we certainly won’t even make it to the car. Busy yourself and meet me there, don't be late.”

He releases his grasp and you miss it already.

“Shall I pack a bag?” You ask.

“Don't bother, I’ve got everything handled. 

“Yes sir.” 

He steps away from you, walking to the door ignoring all others in the range and you watch him until the door closes. 

Taking a steadying breath you focus once more unto the range, feeling his phantom touch still.

—

You stop by your room before going to the garage, the lights flicker as you shut your door and you grow more and more excited for the evening to come. 

Opting for a simple two piece set underneath plain jeans, boots, a simple black shirt. 

The walk to the garage is straightforward, taking a dimly lit stairwell downwards and the garage smells of dust and you take it the electrical in this place could use an upgrade. Probably not high on the budget list.

There are rows of military vehicles and equipment, storage and the likes. An area sectioned off from the others hold what looks like personal vehicles, some nice and some looking decrepit. 

A door slams in that area and you make your way over,

“König? That you?” 

“Y/N, yes it is me! Just finishing up, go ahead and get in the doors unlocked.”

He drives a larger SUV, like the kind you see FBI agents driving, suiting you guess you never really pictured what car he drove but you can assume he drives whatever kind of car he can fit in so style types are probably very restricted.

You enter the car, the inside smelling like leather and the cologne he wears. It’s clean, damn near pristine the same as his room. The trunk closes and he gets in, his seat all the way back, he adjusts  and looks over to you, his eyes bright and he's buzzing with excitement. 

“Comfortable?” He smiles softly at you, he's wearing a black tactical long sleeve shirt, dark jeans, boots, and his usual hood of course. He looks good in black.

“Very. Can I ask where we're going yet?”

“Nope, just sit back and relax schatz.” 

He starts the car and pulls out of the garage, informing the guard of his time away.

The tall gray walls of the base and large fences you know melt away into a wonderful countryside with creeks, tall trees, and rounding hills. König has one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your knee, his thumb rubbing small patterns.

“This is nice.” You breathe a sigh of relief, adjusting in your seat and König’s hand on your knee slips higher. 

König looks relaxed, he deserves this. Always working so hard… he should definitely relax.

Your hand wanders from the center console to his arm, rubbing the tight muscles underneath his hoodie. He squeezes the inside of your thigh in thanks.

Trailing your hand down his arm to the outside of his thigh, holding your hand there and tipping your head to look over at him.

He laughs breathily, “What are you doing, liebling?” His eyes shift from the road, your hand, and your face. 

“I just want to show you how much I appreciate you, König.” He shutters hearing his name from your lips and your hand moves to the now hardening bulge in his pants, he readjusts his hips to get more comfortable.

“Scheiße, you’re going to get us killed, sit back down I’m serious.”

He’s not serious, there is not even one percent of serious inflection in his tone, he speaks with need, his mouth already being filled with cotton at your movements.

You’ve leaned over the center console, face next to his ear as you unbutton his pants and palm him through his briefs, he’s solid where he sits and your mouth is already watering.

He shutters and his eyes flutter for a second,

“Eyes ahead baby, I can’t do anything if you don’t keep us steady ok?”

He does not answer, the blood isn't in his head anymore anyway, well not the one on his shoulders at least.

The trees race by the window as fast as your thoughts race in your head, you lean down and kiss him over the cloth, you feel his abdomen grow tense.

“I can stop if you really want-”

“Stop right now and I'll turn the car around.” 

You grin, mumbling a yes sir before moving your hand under the band of his briefs and giving a kiss to the tip. He takes a steady, concentrated, painful breath in and the exhale is so shaky you feel him tremble.

You give small licks from top to bottom, he’s a big guy so there’s certainly more to love. 

“Scheiße, ficken, Liebling ja” 

You take him fully in your mouth and he's warm, and fits right in place. You hum and he moans in response, you don’t think you’ll ever tire of hearing him like that. You take what doesn't fit in your mouth within the grasp of your hand starting at a steady pace. The music playing in the car isn't even registering in your head, the heavy weight in your hand and mouth is all you focus on.

“Fuck my love, your mouth feels-feels spectacular, I do not deserve what you give me.” 

He groans and bucks his hips up into your mouth, one hand on the wheel and the other gently being placed onto your neck, moving to the back of your head where he gently caresses your hair.

You’re working on him until he begins to shudder and you pull away, he tries to chase you with your hips but you lean back and kiss him on his cheek. His eyes are dark and he glances from you and the road.

“You’re going to kill me, Mein Liebling. He's panting, hand now gripping your hair tighter, you’re far from dry down under and touch his hand that's in your hair and move it down your front and under your pantline. You both moan when his fingers make contact with your wetness, he draws uncoordinated shapes into you, from your clit all the way to your entrance. He presses your entrance through your panties and it’s like he’s knocking on a door asking for permission to grant you the pleasure you oh so want, no need.

“König, please. I need you, I know you need me too.”

You whine, looking down at where his cock sits exposed, leaking heavily with every swipe of his fingers on you.

“My love. liebling.” 

He grits through his teeth when you take his hand once more and more your panties to the side allowing him unrestricted access to where the flames burn the brightest.

“Scheiße, du gewinnst” He pulls the car over, sitting on the dirt shoulder of the road, heavy tree cover surrounding you and you hear his heavy breathing.

He puts the car in park, removing his seatbelt and since the seat was already set all the way back due to his size he leans back and pats his lap.

“Come take what you want.” 

Eyes dark and hungry he watches you remove your pants and move over the center console onto his lap, his cock sitting right in front of you so it brushes against your stomach, you get a visual of just how deep he will slip into you. 

You’re shaking with anticipation when you grasp him again, pumping a few times before raising yourself to tease the tip over your panties.

His eyes are focused on where you touch him, his hands on your hips gently, awaiting your move.

“Get on with it..” 

His voice is dark and shadowy, his patience growing thin as you tease and tease him again, he’s a patient man but only for so long.

You play with him until you hear him growl deep in his chest, taking your panties in his grasp and you hear them rip.

“König! You seem to have an affinity for destroying each pair of panties I own.” 

You try to quip back but your voice is so breathily and weak it holds no volume. 

“I’d rather you not wear them at all, when we have a place of our own you won’t.”

You both moan when he pushes your hips down harshly, he sits fully inside you and you feel euphoric, one because he fills you so deliciously it has your mouth watering again and two he mentioned the two of you having a place of your own. Perhaps it’s him being so drunk on lust he says things he does not mean but your head is already slipping on all sane thoughts so you file that away for later.

His head tips back when he’s fully sheathed within you savoring the warmth and wetness you provide. 

“König, fuck. You’re so big.” You whine on top of him and his eyes regain their focus on you, he’s already too sensitive from your mouth earlier you might actually kill him with how tightly you’re wrapped around him.

His grip on your hips is bruising as usual and you have no qualms with it, feeling his grip reminds you this is all real and you need to ground yourself as you begin to move up and down on him the noises amplified in the car.

“Yes, just like that darling, fuck! You’re so, so good, so tight.” 

You start to move faster, spurred on by his praises your breathing grows faster as does his. Your hands try to gain purchase on the wheel behind you as you gain more speed, knocking the horn you breathily laugh and he grabs your hands and puts them on his shoulders. You grip your nails into him and he growls, now thrusting up into you he meets you halfway and you’re moaning his name so loudly now your throat hurts. 

The windows are fogged and you’re sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead.

He moves one hand from your hip to play with your clit, moving smooth and quick circles into you and you bow inwards your hand slapping onto the cold window, leaving a handprint on the fog it slips down and you wrap both arms around his neck your legs growing shaky and weak from your approaching high.

“König, don’t stop don-don’t stop please please.” You’re whining, squirming, and writhing in his lap an utter and complete mess and he drinks you in. Your pleasure makes his throb and balls tighten as he continues rubbing your clit and thrusting up into you.

“I can feel you getting close, you want to cum yea?” 

He’s panting and sounds just as destroyed as you are.

“Yes, I can’t hold on much longer. I want it so bad.” You whine and he stops altogether.

You cry, hitting his chest and trying to move but he holds your hip still.

“König plea-.”

“Beg.”

“What?” 

“You want to cum? Beg.” He’s not joking, he’s all serious and you whine again before spewing the filthiest words that’s ever come from your mouth, begging and praising him like a God to be worshiped. 

“Please König, god please I can’t, I need it. You’re so big, I need you to make me cum, fuck.”

“Good girl, always listening and doing what I say, I think you deserve a reward.” 

Before you can say anything he begins his thrusting and rubbing ten-fold and you once again hold onto him like your life depends on it as you cum harder than ever before, your vision is spotty and he’s praising you through it. He follows you through the high seating you firmly on his lap, holding himself as deep and he can reach and flooding you thoroughly. 

You both sit together for a good while, panting growing into soft breaths and you pull away from his chest and look at him, smile on your face.

“You think you can make it the rest of the way now? Are you satisfied?” 

He cups both of your cheeks, kissing your nose through his mask.

“I think I'll be ok for a little bit. Maybe.” 

You move off of him, both of your least favorite part is when he has to leave your warmth, but he’s never gone for long. 

You put on your pants, no panties due to König but you would assume he packed you some more, although his previous words would assume he rather you never wear any.

“Ready?” He’s buckled his pants again and you can’t help but notice the sizable mess you made on his lap, the bottom of his shirt and top of his pants wet.

“König, made a bit of a mess on you, sorry.” You grow shy.

“I like it, it challenges me to make you cum harder the next time.” 

Oh God.

He turns back onto the road and you continue your trip down the road, you roll your window down, still warm from your session and the cool mountain air fills your lungs and you rest a hand out of the window. 

—

“Liebling, we’re here.”

“Huh.”

You shoot up in your seat, König standing on your right side, the passenger door open his hand gently on your shoulder as he shakes you awake.

“You passed out, I clearly tired you out.”

“Shut up, you’re full of yourself.”

He laughs, offering his hand to help you out, you take it and observe the scenery around you. It’s late afternoon now and you’re parked in the driveway of a small countryside home, it’s dark inside so you can assume you’re not staying with anyone. There’s a large field surrounding the home. Trees lining the meadow and plants that held out over the cold weather stand strong and the evening sun is even a bit warmer than it had been recently. 

“König this is beautiful, is this your place?”

“Yea, just somewhere small when I need to get away. Don’t come here often, don’t have many reasons to visit. But I wanted to share this with you.” 

He's unpacking the car, grabbing both of your bags. 

“Do you need help?”

He laughs.

“No, I do not need help.” 

The car is locked and you follow him up the path to the house, clovers dot the front path and a flower box on the window is untouched, dry soil packing the inside.

He opens the door and the ceilings are high, but it’s still cozy, lived in even if he says he doesnt come here often. Shoes are discarded at the door and you hang your jacket on the coat rack.

“This is beautiful König, didn't take you for an interior designer.”

He sets the bags down near the front door and you take in the room.

“I actually had my mother decorate it, I don’t have much of a sense for style like she does.”

“Do you see her often? Your mom.”

“Holidays, I try to call her often but when it’s busy it’s harder. She understands.”

“Well I’m sure she’s very proud to have such an accomplished son.”

He smiles, head tipping down, “I hope so.”

He claps his hands, ending the heartfelt moment.

“You look around, make yourself at home. I will start a fire and later we will go watch the sunset ok?”

“Very well.” 

Your heart is giddy and light. He’s so kind and nice and handsome and sweet and a million other words to describe him. The house is more spacious inside than it appears outside, a large archway leads to the kitchen, one bedroom and a nice bathroom. Everything is high up, the shower head is fit just for him, cabinets stacked high, large bed which looks enticingly comfortable.

“König!” You call for him as you look around.

“Yes, mein Liebling.”

“How long are we staying here?”

“Just for the night my love, couldn't get much time away approved.”

“Oh, ok. Will we come back here eventually?”

“If you wish to do so then we will.” 

You observe the view out of the window and König wraps his arms around your waist.

“Scared me.” You laugh, your hands tracing along his hands and up his arms.

“My apologies, shall we head outside to enjoy the view?” He kisses the top of your head and you melt once more.

“Lead the way.”

He brings a thick blanket with him outside and lays it down in the meadow, you lay with your head on his chest, his arm wrapped securely around you, watching the multitude of colors paint the sky as the sun descends another day, bringing a sweeping array of stars and cool breezes. 

“Thank you König. You’ve been so kind to me and bringing me here means a lot.”

“All that is mine is yours, if you’d allow me I’d like to show my appreciation again.”

You shiver in his grasp and he holds you tighter.

“Yes.”

That's all he needed to hear before he lifts up his mask and takes your lips in his, he trails his lips down to your neck and leaves new bright bruises and snakes a hand up your shirt to play with your breasts, nipples hard from the combination of the cold and his touch. 

“Pants off.” He tugs at your waistband and you comply, the cool air hitting your core.

His hand moves down and caresses your body thoroughly, missing no spot.

“Sit on my face Schatz.”

You pause and look at him.

“I don’t want to suffocate you.” 

He actually laughs now, a full laugh.

“I will die a happy man.” You push him back, he’s gleeful and you laugh as well.

“No really darling, you will not ‘suffocate me’ get up here.” He uses heavy quotation marks around his words and you carefully make your way up to his face, knees placed on each side of his head.

He lifts his mask right to above the peak of his nose and he licks his lips eagerly, eyes only focused on where you sit above him.

“Take your shirt off too.” He strokes your thighs slowly leaving goosebumps in his path.

“What if someone sees?!”

“No one is coming out here trust me. I wouldn't have you expose yourself if somewhere were to see what’s all mine right?” He bites his lip as you discard you shirt and bra

Completely exposed outside as you sit above a man you care about fills you with a fire once more.

“It is like I have died and gone to heaven, you are breathtaking.” He kisses the inside of your thighs as he talks, leaving small bites.

He truly feels he's undeserving. The setting sun casts a glow on your back where it illuminates your outline in soft light, it casts on the dips and curves of your body, the swell of your breasts softly lit.

He grows hard again in his pants but wants right now to be all about you.

“Now sit darling and relax.” You sit slowly onto his awaiting mouth, hovering over him as he kisses you first and licks from entrance to your clit. He has to lift his head to reach you which frustrates him.

“I said sit.” He grips your waist and forces you to sit fully on his face, his mouth latching tightly onto your clit and you gasp and he moans, eyes rolling back into his head as he tastes you once more. He can taste the both of you from the car ride and he licks feverishly at you making your head spin. The stubble on his face scratching the inside of your thighs so nicely.

You brace your hand on his head trying to make him slow but he won't relent from his work. He’s a thorough man and once he starts a job he won’t stop until it's finished. He works on you and your chest starts rising faster and faster, he sucks licks and ravages like he’s never eaten before. 

“König, don’t stop please.” 

You moan and tip your head back, he groans as you arch backwards hands bracing on his midsection and you moan freely into the air. His mumbled words vibrate your core and it makes you reach your peak that much quicker.

König doesn't stop, not after you cum and he won’t slow down, his face is soaked and his pupils dilated.

“König it’s too much, please.”

You try to move your hips away and he growls the hands on your waist gets tighter and you’re able to lift just a bit off his lips for reprieve, he whines.

“Please darling, give me another ok? Just a few more.” 

You can’t say no to him, he’s licking his lips again, your fluid soaking his face and nose, it glistens in the sunset glow and you can’t say no to him. So you lower yourself again, he smiles as his mouth meets you halfway. 

“Fuck, König.” It isn’t long before you cum on his mouth another two times, he’s quick to draw it out of you and he knows what buttons to push and ways to move to make you unravel.

By the end he’s kissing the inside of your thighs again and you pant down at him mind turned to sand by his actions.

“You look beautiful like this, we’ll have to do this more often.” His grip is light and his thumb makes patterns on your exposed skin and you shiver from the cold now, the sun fully set and the stars in full swing. 

“Here, let's get you inside, warm up yea?” He gives you his shirt to put on and carries, much to your protest, you back inside where you both shower and sit on the couch in front of the fire.

His arms are wrapped around you and your eyelids grow heavy as you rest on him.

“König.”

“Yes schatz?”

“Did you mean it earlier when you said we’d have a place of our own?”

He smiles, you can’t see it but he hums at the thought. The two of you retire from the force and he can come home to your awaiting gaze and warm touch.

“I would love it, more than anything. You complete me, relax me and ignite fire within me all the same. To live by your side would be eternal bliss.”

“I would love that too.” 

You smile and cozy yourself closer to him, your eyes grow heavy and you feel content giving yourself to sleep in his arms.

[scaredpigeons]

Aqua Regia IV: Screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain.

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Neuvillette x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

The honourable Iudex realizes that you are much more fragile than he is, and perhaps standing in the cold rain isn’t the best for your health.

Authors Note: little suggestive again, but man am i ever loving this awkward tension and inner turmoilllllll heheheheh

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It was raining again. 

He really couldn’t help himself, the emotions churning within him as he stormed away from the entrance to the fortress. He kept a calm facade as he eyed everyone— people going about their day, although complaining about the rain. 

He’s sure he would complain too, if it didn’t feel so soothing on his skin. 

It poured, and poured. He stood still then, watching as everyone around him rushed off, finding shelter or just running to their destinations as opposed to walking. 

He could barely see three feet in front of him, the rain a heavy curtain on his angst. 

How could he have done such a thing? So careless and violent?

He was well aware of the friendship between you and Duke Wriothesley. He spoke of you with Neuvillette just weeks after you were hired. 

“Oh, you hired her?” Wriothesley said, smiling thoughtfully. “You’ll love her, she’s such a doll. Has she started doting on you yet? Wishing to cater to your every whim if it so pleases his honour?” 

Neuvillette wrinkled his nose a bit at the tease, choosing to ignore the strange feelings stirring within him at Wriothesley’s comments. “You know of her?” 

Wriothesley laughed. “Know of her? She’s the closest thing I have to a best friend. We used to terrorize the streets together as kids. Sneaking out and causing all kinds of trouble. All within the law, of course.” He winked. 

“Oh?” Neuvillette was genuinely intrigued. A friend of the Duke of Meropide was certainly a worthy character. You seemed to be interconnected with many aspects of his life before he even knew you. If he believed in fate, perhaps one might say it was destiny that brought you to his employment. “I thought you didn’t keep many friends, being quite isolated down here.” 

“Is the honourable Iudex attempting to start a personal conversation?” Wriothesley smirked, setting down his cup. “Regardless, she’s one of the few people I enjoy making time for. Very genuine, very caring. One in a million, if you ask me. Don’t go firing her if she does something stupid like spilling your tea, she deserves this job.”

“I am not so petty as to do such a thing, your grace.” Neuvillette bristles. “She has proved to be an excellent assistant, and I foresee her continuing to do so.” 

And you were excellent, he found himself caring very deeply for you. So when he rounded the top of the stairs to Wriothesley’s office and saw his hand resting so comfortably on your arm, he should have been fine, just fine. 

Perhaps he should have cleared his throat, maybe verbally announced his presence. 

But a dark, angry and possessive thing welled up inside him, rearing his ugly green head at the sight of someone else touching you, touching what was his—

Neuvillette hung his head in shame, squeezing his eyes shut at the thoughts running through his mind. 

No, you were not his. His assistant, maybe? 

No, this was deeper. More primal. It ate at a part of him and he wanted it gone. He felt so disturbed, so disgusting and ashamed. 

You didn’t deserve these kinds of thoughts, they were ugly and unprofessional. You were an incredibly hard worker, kind and dedicated—you deserve the utmost respect from him. Not… not whatever this was. 

Just as you ran through his mind, his sensitive ears heard your footsteps running their way closer to where he stood in the rain. 

“Monsieur!” You yelled over the sound of water pounding into the pavement. “Monsieur Neuvillette!” You finally made it close enough that he could see you more clearly now, your dress soaked right through, hair damp and clinging to your face and ears. You blinked the rain from your eyes, looking around frantically until you spotted him, before you ran right up to him, clutching the sleeve of his soaked coat. 

“Sir! Are you okay?” You said loudly, tugging on him slightly. “Neuvillette?” 

“You’re soaked to the bone,��� he said aimlessly, watching as water poured over your skin, eyes following the trails down your face and neck, until they disappeared into the heavy fabric of your clothes. 

“So are you!” You looked up at him. “I know you love walking in the rain, but it's rather cold today, don’t you think?” Your eyebrows tightened with concern, a careful smile on your face. 

Your question seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, and he realized that— yes, it is rather cold today, and you were standing here with him, soaked through. While he didn’t have to worry much about illnesses, you very much did. 

“Oh, my!’ He shook away the pity party he was throwing himself, (a term he learned while working very closely with furina for many years,) gently taking your arm and pulling you towards his home, which was only a few buildings away. “Please, this way!” 

You followed dutifully, and he couldn't help but think your skin felt too cold through the damp fabric where he held your arm as he pulled you along. He unlocked his door in record time, ushering you in and closing it behind him. 

“You have my sincerest apologies, but—“ he stuttered, turning to look at you in bewilderment and concern. “Why did you follow me even after it started raining? You should have turned right around and gone back to the fortress! Or to your own home!” 

You wrung out your hair a bit, letting the water splash onto his front door mat, which was now nearly soaked with the two of you standing, dripping on it. “You seemed like you were troubled, I wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

He stared at you, now aware at how close you were standing to fit onto his door mat. 

“I…” his gaze flickered in between your eyes, until it fell to the floor. He felt ashamed for raising his voice, even if it was out of concern. “You need a warm shower, and dry clothes.”

“Oh,” you said, turning towards the door, “I can just go—“

“No.” He said sternly. “No, please. Just one moment.” 

He hurried  upstairs to his room, leaving you in the foyer. He avoided making direct eye contact with his nest as he gathered up what he needed from his room. He stripped down his outermost layers, hanging them up as he went. 

He gathered a towel, a washcloth, one of his spare sleep shirts, and a light pair of his nicest cotton sleep pants, (an older pair with a drawstring) he brought the pile back out into the foyer, and instructed for you to follow him. 

He led you to the downstairs bathroom, setting the pile down on the counter. 

“I’ll be in the kitchen, making some hot tea to warm you further. Please, take your time.” 

You blinked at him in bewilderment, before looking around his bathroom. 

“I…” you shook your head a bit, as if to shake your thoughts away. A rather comical action in his mind, but he was distracted by your form— which has started to shiver. 

“Please, before you catch a cold.” He said, and you simply nodded at him, so he took it as a little victory and promptly vacated the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

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You were in Neuvillettes house. 

In his bathroom, standing shivering in soaking wet clothes. 

Clothes you needed desperately to get out of. 

So why were your limbs frozen? 

Why were you so awestruck at the fact that Neuvillette, someone who purposely kept people at arms length— had invited you into his home, urged you to get into a hot shower and warm clothes, (his clothes) and was probably making you tea as you debated just jumping out the window and making a break for it. 

No, no. You wouldn’t make a fool out of yourself. You would simply do as he instructed, wait out the rain, and return home to pretend that none of this ever happened, for the better part of your sanity. 

All you wanted was to make sure Neuvillette was alright. He’d been acting a bit strangely the past few weeks, and you couldn’t help but worry for him. 

You gave your cheeks a couple good smacks, trying to pull yourself together.

Without putting too much thought into it, you started the shower and began undressing. 

Within seconds, the water was steaming, much better than anything you had growing up, and a bit more efficient than your current apartment shower. 

Neuvillette lived in one of the older buildings in the court, yet the interior seemed to be completely new and updated. You wonder how long he’d lived here. 

You began the grueling process of stripping out of your wet and heavy clothes, hanging them over the top of the shower stall door. 

You tried not to think too much about the fact you were standing naked in your boss's bathroom, and grabbed the washcloth he provided you before hopping into the warm shower. 

You instantly felt better, and let a long groan of satisfaction slip as you let the water flow over you. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth, suddenly remembering that Neuvillette 100% had heightened senses, and could most likely hear every sound you made, considering he could determine your heart rate from across a room. You did not want him thinking you were doing something inappropriate in his shower. 

You let the water fall on you silently as you thought more about him, and his peculiarities that you’d noticed. You had a couple theories about him, perhaps now would be a good time to ask for the truth. 

You looked around the stall, spotting some soaps and shampoos that didn’t seemed to be used very much, and you surmised that Neuvillette must have a personal bathroom in his room, or on the second floor. 

You flushed a bit before you grabbed the soap, bringing it beneath your nose to take a deep breath, smelling the soap.

Yep, it smelled like him. And no, you would not think too hard about why you knew his scent so well. 

Of course Neuvillette would only buy one kind of soap and put it in every bathroom, what happens if he decides to shower downstairs one night? He certainly didn’t have very many guests, considering Wriothesley told you that he’d only just now started opening up to others. 

You chewed your lip as you lathered the washcloth in his soap, before scrubbing away the cold that still seeped into your bones. 

You really hoped that the altercation at the fortress didn’t affect their relationship. 

What even happened there?

Why did Neuvillette react in such a way? Did he think that Wriothesley was harming you in some way? No, he knew better than that, Wriothesley would never, and Neuvillette knows that.

So what was it?

You wracked your brain as the warmth finally spread through you, and the chill from the rain had finally left. You couldn’t come to a logical conclusion and decided you would ask him when the time felt right. 

You finished your shower relatively quickly, indulging only a little bit at the warmth and smell of Neuvillettes soap surrounding you before you got out and dried yourself off. 

Your things were still soaked, but Neuvillette had left some clothes in a pile for you, so you pulled them off the counter and held them up to your frame. 

They were definitely his clothes, and your cheeks felt hot as you realized you would be wearing his things, in front of him. In his house. Smelling like his soap. 

You felt like your face was going to melt off as you shrugged on the shirt, it falling just above your knees and the sleeves being far too long. 

You’d never really acknowledged it before, but Neuvillette truly was a lot bigger than you, he was a lot bigger than most people. Tall, with broad shoulders and a lean waist that he hid under all of that finery he insisted upon wearing. 

You eyed the pants he gave you, seeing that at least they had a drawstring, so you had some hope of them staying on your hips. 

After pulling everything on, you quietly creeped out the door, looking up and down the hallway as if you were expecting him to be standing there waiting for you. 

Instead, you were met with silence. You closed the bathroom door, and as you stepped into the hall, you heard your name called out from a room just a few feet to your right. 

Your bare feet papped against the hardwood as you treaded down the hall, before you stopped in the doorway of a beautiful living room, a large sofa and comfortable looking reading chairs facing a rather opulent fireplace, which was blazing with glorious heat. 

“Here,” Neuvillette said, standing and coming behind you. He guided you to the couch, having you sit against the comfortable throw pillows on the arm rest as he pulled a blanket across your shoulders. The act felt so domestic it made your heart lurch, but you just huddled into the soft fleece and tried to blink away your shame. 

“Are you feeling the cold still? I have tea ready if you would like it.” He turned as if to go get it, but you reached out a hand, gentle fingers tugging on the sleeve of his freshly changed shirt, dry and warm. 

“No, ah—“ you looked in your lap, removing your hand, feeling incredibly embarrassed at your impulsive actions. “I’d honestly just like if you sat with me and kept me company for now, if that's alright.” 

“Oh.” He said, turning back towards you. “That should be fine, yes.” 

He sat down on the other end of the couch, the obscenely long and ornate thing was surprisingly comfortable, and looked incredibly antique, though extremely well maintained. You couldn't help but mourn the space the couch left between the two of you, but you knew those thoughts weren’t appropriate. 

“Are you feeling more comfortable?” He asked, eyes on the crackling fire. 

The warm glow illuminated his profile beautifully, and your heart ached once more at how stunning this man was. You hated yourself for being so weak to something as superficial as someone’s appearance, but Neuvillette had to be the most beautiful man you’d ever had the pleasure to meet. 

He turned to face you, and you watched his lips form your name as he called out to you in concern, obviously waiting for a response. 

“What?” You blinked at him, watching his ethereal eyes reflect the glow of the fire, the light casting part of his face into the shadows of the room, making the contours of his face more apparent. “Sorry, yes. I’m comfortable.” 

You squirmed as you realized your thoughts were at risk of traveling somewhere less than savory incredibly quickly, and you refused to ruin this man's pants with your shame, if only for the fact that you would have to throw yourself from the falls afterwards— and that might upset him more than the pants. 

“Good, good.” He said, turning back and looking towards the fire once more. He seemed stiff, and the silence was becoming awkward. 

You looked past him to the living room window, the darkness of the evening creeping in as the rain battered against the window, showing zero signs of calming any time soon. You were either going to need to learn to start a casual conversation with the Iudex, or this encounter would be the death of you. 

[blackdollette]

"i dont know why but i like it." | euronymous part 2 of "playing a dangerous game."

diet mountain dew - lana del rey

summary: pleasure torture with euronymous

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

sub!female!reader x dom!euronymous

contents: bdsm, degradation, praise, pain-kink, spanking, wax play, edging, overstimulation, squirting

so after ditching the party, you and euronymous were hand in hand, running down the street. he had told you that you were heading back to his place, but you didnt think he'd live in an apartment like a normal person would.

he opened the door to his room, letting you go in first. after he walked in, he locked the door behind him. and for some reason, it sent a shiver down your spine.

you stood still, holding your hands in front of you. you really hadnt thought about how this would go. you didnt know what people like him did when they had guests over, but you knew that it was gonna be a bumpy ride.

he started approaching you slowly, the sound of his black boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing thoughout the room. you started backing up a little as he approached you like a predator hunting its prey.

he got you back into the wall, exactly where he wanted you. he put a hand to your neck, keeping a firm but comfortable grip. "ive never seen a girl quite as pretty as you... but you'd be a lot prettier if you were tied up, tears running down your face as i used you for my own pleasure, dont you think?" you froze a little as you heard this.

"w-w... what... what do you mean..?" you stammered, immediately wishing you didnt ask when you saw the toxic smile creep up on his face. "im glad you asked, doll." and with that, he dragged you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

he pushed you onto his bed as he grabbed his lighter and lit a few candles around the room. you looked up to see what he was doing. he walked over to you, standing right over you. he pulled you up so you were face to face with him. his eyes roamed down your body.

"such a nice dress. i'd be a shame if something happened to it, wouldnt it?" he grinned as the tore the chest area of the dress, exposing your tits and pierced nipples. you gasped as he did this, completely shocked. you didnt think things would escalate this quickly.

he chuckled softly as he saw the piercings. "huh, so youre a naughty little girl, hm? who wouldve guessed." he said as he tore off the rest of the dress, throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side. you were left only in your little black thong.

he bit his lip a little as he sized you up. "on the bed, now." you obeyed him. you'd be lying if you said you werent excited to see how things would go tonight. "face down, ass up." he searched his drawer for a few things.

your face was in the pillow as you heard him rummaging through his things. after a moment, he came to you. "look up." he was standing beside you. you turned your head to see what he wanted you to see, and your eyes widened.

he had some rope, a ball gag, and a vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other. "you seen any of these things before, doll?" he asked. you nodded your head, even though this was all new to you.

"good. then this will be a breeze." he climbed onto the bed and got behind you, unravelling the rope. he grabbed your arms and put them behind your back. he wrapped the rope around your wrists, tying it with a tight knot.

it felt a little strange to be restricted like this, but you didnt complain. he lifted up your head and put the ball gag on you, stopping you from making any noises. he grinned as he saw you like this. "perfect. now youre all ready for me."

you couldnt ask what he meant, but you quickly got the idea when he moved your thong to the side. he sighed as he saw you little pussy, just there waiting for him. his mind filled with fantasies of how he was going to destroy you tonight.

you felt the cold air of the room hit your pussy, making your breath hitch slightly. euronymous spat on it before massaging it in with his thumb. you whimpered quietly at the feeling of his touch.

you saw as euronymous picked up the paddle from the corner of your eye. before you could process this, he landed a hard slap right on your ass, making you scream out in pain. well, it would have been a scream if the gag wasnt there to suppress every sound that you made.

euronymous smiled as he saw the red mark stain your ass. he spanked you again, making you whimper even louder. your pussy started to ache for attention. with every spank, you found yourself enjoying this treatment more and more.

"such a good fucking whore for me..." euronymous whispered as he ceased the abuse on your ass, which was completely red by now. "now, if your a good little slut for me, you get a reward. but if you're naughty, then you get punished. understood?" you didnt know what he meant by punishment, so you didnt respond.

he picked up one of the lit candles and tipped it, pouring the hot melted wax all over your ass. you cried out as tears pricked at your eyes. that was what he meant by punishment. "i said, understood?" you nodded quickly, not wanting to get punished again.

he smiled before picking up the vibrator. you heard as he switched it on, becoming desperate for touch. you lifted your hips in the air a little more. he chuckled softly before pressing the vibrator against your aching clit.

you let out a loud, muffled moan, your cunt already leaking from this simple action. "you like that, hm?" he said softly. you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.

he liked how this was starting out. he turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you scream out. your hips started rolling against the toy, your liquids making the perfect lubricant for the vibrator.

euronymous started to move the vibrator up and down your slit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you started to tremble as you felt your orgasm nearing. he sensed this and turned it up even more.

you put your head into the bedsheets as your back arched into the toy. you were so close to reaching the perfect orgasm. just a few more seconds, and you'd be in heaven. but euronymous wasnt about to let that happen so easily.

your pussy started to throb as the vibrations took over your body. your hole clenched as it made way for your leg shaking orgasm. your moans came through the gag as your stomach started to knot. you bucked your hips against the toy as your orgasm was a second away from flooding through you.

but this was enough to tick him off, making him pull away the toy, earning you a hard and painful spank. you whimpered out in pain and disappointment from not being able to cum.

"what did i say about being a naughty girl?" he asked as he poured more candle wax onto you. tears streamed out of your eyes and fell down your face at the feeling of this excruciating pain.

"fucking whore. getting needy, hm? you want me to let you cum?" you nodded as tears fell down your face. he hit your ass with the paddle once more, making you whimper. "you'll only cum when i fucking say so."

he ran his index finger over your dripping wet cunt, going painfully slowly. you tried your very best to keep your composure. he saw how hard you were trying to keep him pleased, so he let you have your way and stuck two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace.

you started moaning through the gag, your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. he slammed his fingers into you at a brutally fast rate, making your insides tremble. your back arched more and more as your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, you cumming all over his fingers.

he chuckled darkly. "little slut couldnt resist cumming all over my fingers. but im not done with you yet." he had no intention of stopping. he continued to finger you, despite your moans turning into cries and attempted pleas.

the louder you got, the more he wanted to drain every last drop of cum out of you. he picked up the vibrator, turning it on to the maximum setting before pressing it against your clit as he continued to finger you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool coming out from the sides of your mouth. you could feel your entire body heating up as you felt an unfamiliar sensation growing in your core.

you didnt know what was happening, you were unable to think at all from the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, along with the vibrator making your body twitch.

this feeling in your core grew into something inhumane. your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you squirted all over his fingers and the toy. it was like a fountain coming out of you, it not stopping for a few moments.

euronymous laughed as you released your liquids all over him. "yeah... just like that, whore. such a good girl for me..." he'd say as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned off the vibrator.

you were still a shaky mess, trying to catch your breath as you were relapsing from that unearthly feeling. your pussy was still pumping as if his fingers were still inside of you.

euronymous untied the rope around your wrists and removed the gag from your mouth. he pulled you up so that he could take a good look at your face. your mascara was completely ruined, falling in black streams down your cheeks. your lipstick was smudged, and your hair was a mess.

he smiled as you were still catching your breath. "there. now youre absolutely perfect." he said before taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss.

author's note: first two-parter ive ever done, and I'm kind of liking it idk. i hope you all liked this one!

[paingoes]

Rubies

Mood

this is set about a year and a half after delta’s rescue! ive decided i might hop around a bit with this series timeline, lmk what you think!

(Content: conditioning, self harm, past abuse, past captivity, mild sexual innuendo)

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His eyes were burning from the chemicals, but he barely noticed. It was easy for him to detach from his body at times like this. He could ignore the ache in his knees and spine from how long he had been bent over. He could ignore most of his own thoughts too, totally lost in the motion. It was strangely meditative. He kept scrubbing. 

Levon entered the kitchen. The soles of his fine leather boots stepped directly onto the place Delta had just cleaned. Delta shrank back, just a little. Levon’s hands were clasped behind his back, his head tilted to the side. 

“What are you doing?” His voice was level.

“Cleaning.” Delta stared up at him blankly. Levon took a step forward. 

“You’re…stepping on it…” Delta said, a bit peevishly.

“Forget it. That’s enough,” Levon insisted.

“I can just clean without it being a thing,” Delta protested. There wasn't any great conviction to his words.

Levon extended a hand to him. He huffed, removing the gloves, letting himself be pulled off the floor. He winced as he too now walked over the freshly cleaned tile, but he knew Levon wouldn’t let him finish it. The touch moved from his hand to his shoulder as he guided him out.

“Something set you off?” Levon asked softly. Delta shook his head.

“In a weird mood. 'm sorry.” Delta wiped his palms off on the fabric of his shirt. He was pretty sure some of the chemicals had seeped through. There was a mild sting.

“Can I ask you about that?” Levon glanced back at the kitchen door. “It’s not like you were domestic, right? I don’t understand why that even fell to you. Seems kind of below your pay grade.”

Delta hesitated. He knew how to clean because he had to, because they wanted as little movement in and out of his cell as possible, which precluded any kind of maid staff. But that was different from the kind of manic, perfectionist cleaning that he fell back into.

“It wasn’t my job. It was just something I did as a punishment sometimes. Often. You really have to be on top of that with ships. It was practical.” He shrugged. He’d already complained to Levon how gross the Galatea base got when he let the infantry slack on chores. The kitchen wouldn’t have needed cleaning if he’d just taken Delta’s suggestion in the first place. That wasn’t the part Levon picked up on, though.

“You feel like you need to be punished?” His voice was totally free of judgement or accusation. Delta would’ve heard it if there was any. He knew how sharp the edge in Levon’s voice could become, but he so seldom used it when it came to him.

“Yeah,” Delta admitted. 

Levon tousled his hair gently. Delta closed his eyes. That kind of touch didn’t necessarily take him out of the mood — sometimes it pushed him even further in — but it was sheer bliss nonetheless.

He’d led him back to his room. Levon hung just by the door, his hands returning to their clasped position behind his back.

“You should be careful with your knees, you know. You’re going to have joint problems if you keep doing that.”

Apollo had said the same thing. He hadn’t ever bruised his knees when he was still in Empire; it was like his body had adjusted to the constant kneeling. But whenever he had episodes now, they appeared almost instantaneously. Apollo had said that was probably a good sign, in spite of the jokes he’d gotten about it. At least he learned something in Catholic school. Ha fucking ha.

“I know.” Delta nodded. He was getting better about it. “Thanks for getting me.”

“Just take it easy.” Levon always said that. Delta understood why. He’d work himself into a frenzy if they didn’t keep him from it.

Delta slipped into his room. It was all quiet inside, cool air. He twisted the shower on and let the warm water rush over his hands before anything else. He stripped his clothes off, pausing a moment to take inventory. There were bruises on his knees. Nowhere else. He rubbed at the marks pensively before stepping into the shower.

…………

tags:

@catnykit @snakebites-and-ink @vivulapom @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper @writereleaserepeat @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[keirawantstocry]

hi tis i 💋anon. Im running out of ways to convey my love for your writing. Just kissing you is no longer enough, I need you to kill me- Youll still get kisses ofc but- AHHHH. anyways

So ive been having Thoughts about current tubbo. I think he needs to snap and be Covered in blood. Remember day 1 that he was back? where he Immediately threatened the Chocobos cause they were noisy, yeah just snaps and kills all of em. Then just, goes about his day after, not bothering to clean anythin. I feel fit would maybe have a moment of 'WHO DID HE KILL- oh okay', maybe quietly fawning after idk, camera cut to pac. jaw on the Floor, unable to get himself together, Bright Fuckin Red.

I Dont Know i just need more of Pac (and fit lets be honest) being obsessed with men that could(and would) kill them. I also just want Tubbo covered in blood. Thats also my agenda now.

Hope youre having a good day :> (srry that these Keep Gettin Longer)

darling I need you to know that I think ab this ask every day. kisses aren't enough, you need me to kill you?? that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life. I get flustered everytime I read it. gah anyway enough about me you're here for the freaks (affectionate) also never apologize for how long they are i love it

Fit's first emotion when he spotted Tubbo was concern. The second was something deep in his gut that felt eerily similar to the feeling he got seeing Pac kill people in Purgatory. Which sort of made sense considering Tubbo was currently covered in blood. 

Tubbo met his eyes with a strangely empty look. “Hey Fit.” 

“Why are you covered in blood?” And why did his voice sound so strained when he asked?

Tubbo blinked at him slowly with eyes full of emotion that contradicted his emotionless face. “I got annoyed.” 

“At?” 

“Chocobos.” 

The deep feeling in his gut overtook the concern when he realized that Tubbo hadn't hurt an islander or child. “And you haven't cleaned the blood off why?” 

Tubbo's eyebrows dipped down. “I don't know.” 

Fit took a step forward and put his hand on the least bloody part of Tubbo's shoulder. “Why don't you come home with me and let me clean you off, yeah?” 

Tubbo nodded slowly. “Yeah okay.” 

-

Fit had forgotten one tiny detail. The tiny detail in question was standing in the doorway of Fit’s house with an open jaw and wide eyes. 

“Pac,” Tubbo said with a stupid grin before pushing past him into the house. Fit and Pac both watched as he walked straight over to the bathroom and slammed the door. 

Pac grinned with a stupid expression that Fit knew was the one he made at the men he liked. “Who did he kill? Did you watch? Do you think he’ll let me lick the blood off his face?” 

Fit choked on air. “Excuse me?” 

“C’mon,” Pac said in a whine. “He’s strong.” 

“Are you attracted to that?” Fit asked in half disbelief. 

“You’re saying you aren’t?” Pac asked. 

Fit froze. Took a long moment to consider it. It made a lot of sense. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. The intensity of the feeling in his gut that seemed to grow with every second. “Holy shit.” 

Pac laughed wildly. “You spent all that time in the wasteland and you’re telling me you never got a boner for some guy covered in blood?”

Fit spluttered turning bright red but before he could respond, the door to the bathroom was swinging open again. 

There stood Tubbo, shirtless, holding a damp cloth in his hand. “I can’t reach my back, can one of you-” 

“I’ll get it!” Pac interrupted, rushing over to take the wash cloth from Tubbo’s hand. Fit followed them both into the bathroom silently. 

Fit sat at the edge of the bathtub as Tubbo lifted himself up onto the counter. Pac’s mind was clearly out of it considering the long looks he was not subtly giving the man. And the fact he was cleaning blood off his chest and not his back like he had originally asked. But nobody was complaining. 

Fit had to admit there was truth to Pac’s line of thinking. There was something about the mess of blood on Tubbo’s chest that made his mind dizzy and his heart race. So yes. Nobody was complaining. 

Pac motioned for Tubbo to stand back up and he did so with a sigh, standing in front of Fit so Pac had room to work. Fit watched as Pac ran the washcloth under cold water again before wiping it quickly down the blood covering Tubbo’s back. He averted his gaze from his chest up to his face to see the slight pursing of his lips and the hiss at the evident chill of the water. 

“Fuck dude couldn’t made it any colder?” he bitched. 

Fit slapped him lightly on the arm and didn’t think about how warm his skin was. “Leave him alone. He’s helping you.” 

“And why aren’t you? If I remember correctly you said you would help clean me up. I was fine with being bloody, you're the one who insisted on this.” 

Pac paused and peeked at him over Tubbo’s shoulder. “Really?” 

Fit swallowed feeling dizzy and nodded. “Well, yeah.” 

“Then do it.” Tubbo was reaching behind him and taking the wash cloth from Pac’s hands. Fit saw it all in slow motion but with sharp vision. The washcloth was cold. The washcloth was in his hand. Tubbo was looking at him expectantly. 

“There’s no blood left on your chest,” Fit said stupidly, feeling incredibly out of his depth all of a sudden. 

Tubbo shrugged before taking a step forward and turning to sit himself down on Fit’s lap. Fit didn’t even know it was possible for his body to freeze up more but it did. Pac met his eyes, nervous trepidation meeting awestruck joy. Waving him on with one hand, Pac leaned back against the counter to watch them carefully. 

Slowly, Fit took a deep and careful breath. He brought the washcloth up every so gently to rub at the blood staining the skin at the top of Tubbo’s spine. The man’s shoulders slipped down as he relaxed and let the silence fill the room. With his non-metal hand, Fit held the curve of Tubbo’s bicep to keep both of them steady as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn smudge of blood. The skin under his hand was so warm it was hard to focus on cleaning the blood off. Pac’s eyes were boring into him and the strangely soft lighting in the bathroom made this moment feel much more intimate than was to be expected. 

Simultaneously it felt as if it stretched on forever and also was over way too soon. 

Fit dropped his hand, letting the bloody washcloth fall to the floor. “There,” he said gently. 

“Thank you,” Tubbo said in an even quieter voice before he stood. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” Before either of them could protest, he was pulling his shirt back on and leaving. 

They both stared after him, feeling as if part of them was now missing. Pac giggled suddenly and Fit’s eyes darted over to him. “What are you laughing about?” 

“That was the most-” Pac laughed again. “That was just crazy. You two are something else.” 

“Shut up,” Fit grumbled. 

Pac just laughed once more before standing up to give Fit a quick kiss. “I’m going to go see what Richas is up to, okay?” 

Fit nodded, trying to clear his head. “Yeah, okay, I’ll see you later Pac.” 

“See ya, querido.” 

Fit’s head spun as he stood up. He had a lot to fucking think about.

[deadhoneybee]

Id really like to find people in the Marauders fandom to talk with, i dont have any friends who are into it and i want to send funny posts and have strange conversations with about them so bad,,

Interests and info areeee

Heavy remus lupin fan

Wolfstar

Drarry

Peter pettigrew (before 78-79)

I write fan fic, and id love to bounce ideas/complain about how you can just bluetooth the vibes onto the document

20+ please and thank you <3

I have an archive of fics (some ive read are lesson my load, atyd, wading in waist high water, black mass over highway 90, running on air, turn) 10/10 would absolutely be down to talk about them, id love some recs too!

I am a bit socially awkward but im funny so i feel like theres some balance there ?

Please feel free to dm me! Or even send an ask! Thank you thank you!!

[moxielynx]

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 [𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚒𝚌]

lmao quick fic i wrote last night. ive been sleep deprived for a whole week sorry this is kinda bad

ao3 version (i need to find a better site than the shitty proship filled one but whatever)

If you were to ask the ninja what their favorite season was, most of them would say autumn. “Not too hot, not too cold” Nya would say, and Lloyd would agree. “It has Halloween” was Cole’s reason. Morro never gave a proper reason, but for him he liked the mood autumn came with. It was always oddly calm during the season, so he enjoyed being outside more during fall.

Although one thing he never liked about autumn was raking leaves.

Master Wu always had Morro raking the leaves as a chore when autumn came around, and apparently almost 50 years and a revival later Wu still had Morro raking leaves. Morro sighed as he moved the rake, flinching for a moment when he accidentally dragged it against rock.

“Wow, I didn’t think you could try any harder to make my ears bleed.”

Morro paused for a moment, looking up at the view tiredly. He turned around, staring at his boyfriend with a grimace on his face. Kai was leaning against his own rake, visibly as uninterested as he could be.

 “I think we both know I can do worse.” Morro said to him, turning back to the small pile of leaves in front of him. Kai sighed and rolled his eyes, continuing to tediously rake the leaves near him.

“Can’t you just, I dunno, use your powers to pile them all up?” Kai complained. “Or we could use spinjitzu, just anything to get this over with.” Morro sighed at the whines. “You know how Master Wu feels about us using our powers for chores.” He said, making Kai groan. “Don’t remind me.”

After a couple minutes Kai yawned, looking over at Morro. “Wanna grab a coffee after this?” He asked, setting his hands on the top of the rake and then resting his head. Morro glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

 “We have coffee here.” He simply stated, making Kai roll his eyes again. “It’s not the same, I wanna grab an unreasonably priced seasonal coffee, it’s like, tradition or something like that.” Morro just gave him a strange look. “You want… to waste money?” He asked, completely pausing his work.

Kai smiled, holding back a chuckle. It had been a few years since Morro was revived, and despite having learned a lot of modern day culture he still clearly had a ways to go. 

“Calm down, I wasn’t being serious,” Kai replied. Then his face fell a bit. “At least I hope I wasn’t. They’re not gonna charge too much for seasonal coffee, right?” Kai set a hand on his chin, pretending to think. Morro just shook his head, going back to work. “Just hurry up and rake the leaves, I wanna finish that show Jay told me about.” Kai pouted.

 “So no coffee?” Kai swiftly moved out of the way when Morro suddenly threw a rock at him, the fire ninja letting out a loud laugh. “I’m joking!”

Despite the cool winds blowing up on the mountains Morro had to shrug off his jacket at some point, promptly ignoring Kai with a blush on his face when the man whistled. Morro was almost done with his side of the grass while Kai wasn’t nearly as finished, and Morro chalked it up to the man goofing around most of the time rather than taking the chore seriously.

Morro was deep into thought when Kai suddenly startled him, placing a hand on his shoulder. The green-haired boy glared at him, immediately noting the smirk on the brunette’s face. 

“Hey, we never jumped in leaves together before, have we?” Kai asked, and Morro cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Kai just smiled at him wider, and suddenly went to a nearby pile of leaves that Morro had raked not too long ago. “Bring another pile into this one, trust me on this.”

Despite Morro’s gut instinct to immediately shove Kai away and in fact not trust him, he instead just sighed, and listened. Soon enough there was a large pile of leaves in front of the two, and Morro set his hands on his hips. 

“There, are you happy?” Morro looked down at the pile, muttering about how it would take longer to put the leaves in bags now. Kai just handed Morro his own rake, taking a few steps back. Morro, slightly concerned with Kai’s actions, also took a few steps back, and before he realized it Kai sprinted back towards the pile, jumping straight into it.

Morro gasped as leaves flew everywhere, and he glared at Kai, who was giggling deep into the now slightly smaller pile. “Are you trying to give me more work?!” The man scolded, dropping both rakes out of spite. “I’m not raking those again! That’s your job now.” Morro finished by crossing his arms, and Kai chuckled.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a terrible boyfriend and I give you such a headache” Kai mocked, making Morro scoff. “You do, for the record.” It was a lie, but Morro would sooner jump off the mountain than admit it. Kai just shifted his hand a bit and patted the leaves next to him.

“Jump in! It’s comfy.” Morro shook his head. “Kai, I’m almost certain there are bugs in there, I’m not doing that.” Kai smirked.

 “What, is the big bad Morro scared of a couple bugs?” Morro glared at him before walking right up to him, setting a foot on the man’s stomach. Kai’s eyes widened, looking up at Morro concerned. “Uh, babe? What are you-“ but before Kai could finish he let out a loud huff as Morro shoved him deeper into the pile, his face getting mostly covered by the leaves now. 

Morro stood proudly with a smirk as Kai spat out the leaves, shaking his head trying to remove as many as possible. “You dick! What the hell was that for?!” Kai yelled, wiping dirt off his face. Morro simply placed a hand over his chest, a fake evil expression on his face. 

“Oh, I thought I was the big bad Morro, are you surprised that I’m being bad?” He mocked, his grin widening when Kai glared at him. “We should’ve left you in the departed realm.” He said, sitting up. Morro rolled his eyes, and held his hand out for Kai to grab. “We have to finish raking these leaves, come on.”

Kai looked down at Morro’s hand, then back up at him. Morro’s eyes widened, but before he could pull away Kai quickly grabbed his arm with both hands, yanking the man down into the pile of leaves next to him. Morro’s vision was a blur for a moment, and for a second everything was soft around him, before the itching feeling of leaves was on his skin, and he immediately sat up, eyes wide.

Morro could hear Kai laugh loudly next to him, and Morro could only imagine his boyfriend was doubling over. The former ghost quickly began wiping the leaves off his arms, shifting uncomfortably on the ground.

 “I’m never helping you up ever again.” Morro threatened, and all he got was more leaves falling over his head. Morro paused, turning to face Kai with an unamused expression. Kai was giggling, one of his arms almost completely hidden from the way he leaned into the pile of leaves. Morro almost felt frozen as he stared at Kai, analyzing his face. The scar over his eye, the bandage next to his eyebrow, the small wrinkles Kai so desperately denies having. Morro never forgot just how beautiful Kai was, but whenever he took moments to just look at him, he was absolutely floored.

And Kai could only do the same. Kai stared at the markings left by Morro’s years spent as a ghost, left by the preeminent when she dragged Morro into the sea with her. He analyzed every scar, noting the ones he had as a child and the ones he gained during his time as a ninja. Morro hated his face, he was ashamed of the markings, to him they were a reminder of the foolish boy he once was.

To Kai they were like scars, reminders that Morro had survived. Despite all that he went through, he survived, and he changed for the better. Kai was proud of Morro, and he would always remind Morro of that.

Kai leaned over and rested a hand on Morro’s cheek, and almost instantly the man leaned into it, setting his own hand over Kai’s. They laid in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Soon enough Morro realized they both needed to get up, and sighed softly. “C’mon, let’s just finish up here and we can grab that coffee you wanted.” Morro spoke up, sitting up a bit. Kai smirked. “Oh? Had a change of heart?” Morro shook his head, smiling softly. “You have a way of changing people’s minds.”

Kai laughed softly, and before Morro could get up Kai suddenly pulled him forward, making him yelp. Morro fell on top of Kai, and the ninja wrapped his arms around him. Morro looked down at Kai, a blush clear as day on his face. Kai looked back up at him, smiling, before leaning in to steal a kiss.

Morro practically melted in Kai’s arms, moving his hands to cup the brunette’s face. They refused to pull away until they couldn’t hold their breaths anymore, and even then they couldn’t stay separated for long, almost immediately leaning back in.

Eventually Morro pulled away, just a bit. Their breathing was heavy, unable to break eye contact. Kai’s fingers scratched Morro’s head lightly, his hand having found its way into his hair.

Morro glanced down at Kai’s lips, momentarily distracted from his thoughts. “We need to get up.. these leaves are itchy.” He complained softly, and Kai chuckled. “In a minute,” he responded. “Just stay here another minute..” Morro didn’t complain as he leaned back in, his lips connecting with Kai’s.

If Wu asked why they took so long raking leaves he could just blame Kai for distracting him.

[ahedderick]

Outpatient

Ok, hmm, I have 3 - 5 brains cells back to work. This has been a strange day.

When I went into the surgery center, the person leading me down the hallway introduced herself; "Hi, I'm Kelly, I'll be with you the whole time you're here."

Honestly, between a lifetime of farm veterinary emergencies and the whole Childbearing Thing, I am pretty darned nonchalant about medical care. I'm not worried. But it's sweet when someone tries to make me feel 'better'. I just roll with it. It's the thought that counts.

She got me settled in a dentist's chair and started all the minutia of prep; the sticky electrodes on my arms, the blood pressure cuff, the little finger-clamp-thingee. She gave me a small cup of versed, explaining that it would calm me down. Not necessary, my learnéd friend, Kelly, but I'll take it. Gimmee.

Then we had to do the little "why are you even here" dance. Apparently, Mandibular tori are often small and not an issue. Often. Not always. When they turn into big honkin' chunks of bone that interfere with eating or hygiene, then they have to go. And every dratblasted dental person I mentioned them to always tried to tell me they're not an issue! Until they look in my actual mouth and say. OH. Uh. Yeah, that's an issue. Grrr.

Next she hooked a nasal cannula over my face for nitrous oxide. That I have never had before, that I can remember, and I was curious if it would make me giddy or giggly. It did not. My head got very quiet inside, though. I was enjoying that, but my silence made the nurses nervous, and they kept asking if I was ok. I was ok. Just suuuuper quiet. And enjoying it.

The surgeon entered the room and he and the nurses did an interesting little call-and-response routine to ensure that I am the correct patient getting the correct surgery on the correct side of the body. Then the IV medi c i n ooooooooOOOPsie - waking up time!

I have never before had so MUCH novocaine that my mouth was still numb 8 hours later. Not complaining; I'm sure I don't want to know what it feels like in there with a chunk of bone cut out. Very odd, though.

[loveysloveclub]

THE MAN! UMICH AU chapter iv. exclusion

in which, molly's new captain has it out for her.

it was strange to molly how quickly her and dylan duke became close friends. even though she had grown up on an all boys hockey team, she was only ever really close to two or three of them during her time. other than that, molly didn't have many male friends.

but she wasn't complaining. the boy reminded her of her best friend, scarlett, from back home, and she was glad he was so welcoming. the other boys on the team seemed to have no outstanding issues towards her, with a few greeting and compliments on her playing abilities here and there. but other than that, the group of boys had opted to keeping to themselves and their already established friend groups. the only person who seemed to have a displayed issue with molly being there was one of the alternate captains, harry montgomery. it seemed as if everywhere molly went, the boy was there shooting dirty glares and spewing passive aggressive comments on her playing abilities.

molly knew there was going to be one teammate who hated her, she just wished it wasn't one of her new captains.

alas, after weeks of getting used to her new class schedule and then having to balance that on top of hockey practices and the inevitable games that were to come, molly finally had a day off. she was originally going to spend it with ava, but that girl found things to do even on her days off.

so, molly was headed to dylan's dorm, where she hoped he would be down to do something off campus. she was sick of the only place she was looking at being where she went to school or where she played hockey.

knocking on the door, dylan swung it open. "are you coming with us?" he asked as he shuffled to the side to allow the blonde into his room. in the room sat mackie, who smiled and offered the girl a small wave.

"going with you where?" molly asked as she flopped backwards onto dylan's bed. "bowling." dylan shrugged nonchalantly as he began to put on his shoes.

"bowling?" molly repeated. "it's like a team bonding thing, the team does it every year. harry should've texted you about it." mackie told the girl.

molly and dylan made eye contact from across the room, both immediately understanding why molly was the only person on the team who wasn't invited to the first team bonding excursion of the season. dylan opened his mouth to say something, but molly just shook her head at him before standing up.

"well, i won't go where i'm not welcome. i guess i'll see ya round." upon reaching the door, molly was stopped.

"maybe we should just do something else." mackie interrupted the girl before she had the chance to open the door. "i don't think alternate captain asshole will take kindly to being ditched." molly crossed her arms over her chest.

"don't think he'd take kindly with me beating him with a bowling ball either." molly laughed at dylan's revelation before shrugging her shoulders and making her way over to his bed once more.

"what do you have in mind?" she asked mackie.

"you like lazer tag?"

next chapter previous chapter

authors note :) harry montgomery doesn't exist irl i needed one of the teammates to cause issues and i didn't want to villianise any of the existing members.

[angelwishess]

The Look of Love Something.

Eels are cowards. Doves are flighty. It is in their nature to run away.

𐙚 Pairing: Floyd x Kyra (oc x canon)

𐙚 Contents: Kyra and Floyd being cowards yet again, Floyra admit you have romantic feelings for eachother challenge !!! (IMPOSSIBLE), Floyra shennanigans™️ , barely any actual dialog im afraid, a casual game of The Floor is Lava turned into a Lion King recreation, Cheesy dancing (i think Floyd could do the worm, Jade too), idiots being in love, Floyd might be a little ooc pls have mercy ive never written a fic for a fandom LMAO

(THIS IS PRETTY LONG SO BE WARNED LMAO)

They should’ve known better, really.

Whenever Kyra and Floyd were together, they never get anything done. In fact, they do just the opposite— deciding to do everything but the thing they were supposed to do.

Floyd was on clean up duty tonight. He roughed up some customers earlier that day and Azul decided he should clean up his mess. And so here he was, whining and groaning to Kyra about how boring it would be. How he’d be all alone and stuck with sweeping up shattered glass and ceramics, complaining about how lame it was and how mean Azul was being. “It wasn’t my fault!” He whined, face squished up against their desk. Kyra peered over him with a hum, playing with some stray stands of his messy teal hair, before tucking it behind his ear to get a better look at his pouting face.

She knew it was mostly just him being dramatic, trying to rope her into his mess, again. She chuckled at the sight of such a sad face from him. He was too cute for her heart to take sometimes, she just wanted to squish his face and kiss him til’ he was covered in lipstick stains, but she’ll hold herself back for now.

“Why’d you even start a fight in the first place, Floydie?” She hums, pinching his nose which in turn made him scrunch up his nose, shaking off her hand. “Not m’fault. It was his for bein’ annoyin’.” He rolls his eyes, sitting up a little straighter. He leaned against the palm of his right hand, lips still pushed out in a pout.

“Quit sulking, you’re such a big baby.” She chuckles, poking at his cheek. With a huff he bites her finger in retalliation to her teasing, sharp jaws digging down on her delicate flesh. Yet she doesn’t flinch, instead she laughs. Tilting her head to the side and peering down at him affectionately, “Now you’re really acting like a baby. If you’re that upset then I’ll tag along n’ help you out later tonight.”

The mer-eel lights up at that, releasing her finger from his sharp jaws, he grabs her wrist instead. “Eeh?~ Really? You will?” She nods, using her hand that was in his grasp to pinch his cheek gently, “Course I will! I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing you whine like baby all day.” She snickers, and Floyd traps her in a tight squeeze. Knocking the air right out of her lungs— but she doesn’t mind, hugging him back with almost as much as enthusiam as him. “Yaay!~ Shrimpy’s gonna come with me!”

And so, later that night she found herself at Mostro Lounge to help Floyd clean up. Leaving Grim to his own devices at Ramshackle, she assured him it would be quick, and she’d be back before he knew it.

…Of course, things don’t always go as planned. Especially when you put two people like Floyd and Kyra together.

Cleaning turned into sneaking into the kitchen, snatching some of the leftover ingredients to make the most random and strange of food combinations… If you could even call their ‘creations’ that. Pasta doused in chocolate milkshake and topped with anchovies, onigiri but the filling was ketchup, sprinkles and pickles.

A bowl of all of the candy and sweets they could find, filled to the brim with energy drinks like some sort of candy soup, topped off with a scoops of ice cream as if that made it any better…

“Woah, that looks like a heart attack.” Floyd chuckles, stirring the bowl of candy, and more candy. “Not enough of a heart attack, if you ask me! Needs more’a this!” Kyra giggles maniacally, slightly pushing Floyd away from the bowl as she squirts on a disgusting amount of chocolate, caramel and strawberry syrup. “Wooaah. Gross.” Floyd giggles, the concotion of sugar-packed ingredients quite literally bubbling at this point.

“..Do you guys have whipped cream around here?” She grins mischeviously, and he grins back. “Oh, you bet we do!” The duo cackled like a couple of mad scientists in a lab, scheming their next insane invention.

They tried all of it. Naturally. They probably shouldn’t have, Kyra was sure she’d wake up sick tomorrow, and she’ll have nightmares of that horrendous ‘pasta’, but hey! It was still fun! Still, there was so much of it left! It’d be a shame to just waste food like that… Why not give back to the people, right? Tomorrow, some unfortunate lucky students will get a chance to taste their masterpieces! How kind of them.

Cooking turned into playing ‘The Floor is Lava’ in the empty lounge. Bumping into all of the chairs and tables like they were balls in a pinball machine, knocking them over and making an even bigger mess than there was originally.

As they both made a run for it to get to ‘high ground’, a mischevious grin stretched out across Floyd’s face as he stalked closer to Kyra, who was crouching atop a lone chair. Naive. Unsuspecting of the horror that was Floyd who was slowly approaching. Lurking. Her eyes were glued to the floor, so concentrated. As if she was trying to actually turn the floor into lava. It made him chuckle, she was too cute sometimes.

With a chilling giggle from Floyd, Kyra snaps her head to look at him so fast you’d think her head would’ve flied off. Long legs slowly making their way towards her and her sad, lonely chair. “Floyd…” she warns, trying to scoot away from him, legs of the chair screeching against the floor.

“Hiii Shrimpy~” He grinned, drawing closer to her. She leaned over to grab a lamp at a nearby table, pointing it to him like a weapon. “Don’t you dare! Stay back! Back!” Kyra jabbed the lamp-turned-weapon at the air in his direction. But that only made him smile even more, sharp teeth on full display. “Aaw, why though? I thought you liked me…” He pouted, but despite his sorrowful tone his pace never slowed, “Aren’t we best friends?” He drawled out, sharp eyes never leaving her as his hand slammed down against the table Kyra had found her salvation of a lamp on just earlier.

He tilted his head, watching as she scooted away. Rather slowly… Pathetically slowly. Like a snail. Honestly, it was real funny, she looked so determined, too. Her grip on the base of the lamp was tight as she waved it around like a torch instead of a lamp. Like her life really was in danger. He cackled, crawling ontop of the table, teeth bared and his intentions clear. Cold blooded betrayal.

“Floydie— My bestiest of besties! Love of my life! My favorite eel man! Lets talk about this!” Kyra grins sheepishly, slowly realizing her lamp really wont do anything. Such a let down. “Mmm, talk about what? Just earlier you were sayin’ to get away from ya…” his nails dragged across the table, tapping against the surface, “Shrimpy’s so mean. I jus’ wanted to get closer to ya. You looked so lonely from way over there.” He sighed, but there was no light in his eyes. Only malice as he drew closer to the edge of the table— closer to her.

“I was just kidding! All fun n’ games around here, yeah? Come oonn, you wouldn’t actually push me off, right?” She chuckled, the harsh screech of the feet of the chair dragging across the floor backwards rang through her ears, as did Floyd’s laughter.

And before she knew it, she was falling. “Uh oh—“ she yelps, feeling the weight of gravity pushing her down. She had dropped her lamp, it fell to the floor— but she didn’t, not yet, atleast. Sprawled out horizontally, hands gripping the edge of the table while her feet balanced on the wobbly chair. Panicked, she looked up at the figure shadowing hers.

“Love of your life, huh?” Floyd grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the moody lighting of the Mostro Lounge. “You really mean that?” He hummed, tilting his head as he brought his face closer to hers. “Yeah— yep! I did! So, help me out here!” She whined, struggling to keep herself upright. “…Please?” Kyra winced, peering up with pleading eyes. Trying to muster the sweetest expression she could, hoping it’d atleast earn her pity points.

“Hmm…” Floyd paused, tapping at his chin, seemingly deep in thought. “…Nah.”

“Nooo!!“ And with a single gentle poke to the forehead with his index finger, she dramatically fell face first into the floor. She groans, trying to get up only for the back of her head to bump into the table from under. “Ooww..!” She whined, rubbing the back of her head as she shifts her position. Laying so shes staring into the bottom of the table, Floyd cackled, poking his head out from between the legs of the table, meeting her pout with a playful grin.

“I win!~” Kyra huffs, in retalliation she grabs his scarf, pulling him down with her. “No, you don’t.” she laughs, resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she laid on her stomach, lifting his hat that fell on his face when he landed on his back. She sticks her tongue at him, and he pouts. “No fair.” “If we go down, we go down together, right?~”

“..uh oh.” Kyra gulped, eyes landing on something not too far from where they were laying, underneath the table, making her sit up. “Eeh?~ What is it, Shrimpy?” Floyd blinked, turning his head to look to the direction she was— “…Oops.” A fallen soldier. Kyra’s precious lamp, the glass shattered on the ground. Its purpose fulfilled.

Playing games turned into cleaning, again. looking at the chaos that they left behind. You’d think a natural disaster passed through, or a stampede of wild animals broke into the lounge. Either way, they reluctantly began to do the task they were supposed to do in the first place.

The scarf, hat and blazer of Floyd’s Octavinelle uniform were long forgotten, messily thrown atop the surface of one of the couches in a pile of clothes,

His sleeves were rolled up as he fixed the fallen furniture, turning them back upright, sweeping away the remains of Kyra’s beloved lamp with some tears from Kyra. But it was too quiet. So what better to fill that silence than with some music? Floyd took out his phone, connecting it to the speakers of the Lounge that was usually used for Elena’s preformances, even now Kyra can still hear her unforgettable voice playing in her ears.

Floyd’s playlist was a mess.

Well, a better way to describe it was organized chaos, but that also described just about everything Floyd did. Every other song changed from one genre to another, from high energy to slow and solemn. From rock to jazz, pop to indie. There was probably every kind of music genre in his playlist, a music fanatic’s dream. There were bands Kyra was sure even the Music Club didnt know about— who the hell were Tony and The Trebblefingers??

Regardless, they enjoyed every song from start to finish, dancing more than they were cleaning, using the broom handles as mics as they sang together dissonantly, singing their hearts out in the middle of this empty lounge.

Before they knew it, they were dancing together in an uncoordinated waltz. The slow, jazzy music continued to play in the background as they swayed together. Floyd spun her around, they bumped into eachother and laughed. If this was a ballroom they’d definetly get dirty looks, but its just them.

Floyd likes it like that. Just them. Kyra does, too. But they never say it, not outloud atleast.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

The rest of the world seems to dissappear whenever its just them. Suddenly, nothing else really matters other than the moments they spend together, moments that they keep dear and close to their hearts. Moments that keep them up at night wondering if they meant more.

He chuckled, pulling her into a dip. He was about to say something— but he couldn’t. All of the sudden, all of the words he had got stuck in his throat and his tongue tied into knots. His mouth went dry as he looked at her,

…She was beautiful.

Well, he knew that already. Who didn’t? But even so he couldn’t help but stare. The dim lights of the Mostro Lounge painted her features in a beautiful, blue and purple shimmer, highlighting every line and curve of her face, of her delicate features.

She looked just like an angel like this, pretty lights making her eyes shine even more. Her laugh rang in his ears, no genre of music could ever compare to that, he thinks. Theres not a sound more beautiful in the world.

She smiles at him, and it looks like shes saying something, but he can’t hear a thing. His thoughts reeling but halted to a stop at the same time— and his heart beated out of his chest like a drum. His gaze fell to her lips.

Red, and so very soft. No matter how many times she kisses his skin he could never get enough of it. He could never get enough of her. Could never get enough of that dazzling smile that charmed him every single time, whenever she’d ask for a favor and flash that grin she knew he’d melt and fall for it in a heartbeat.

She says something again, he doesn’t know what. All he knows is she sounds pretty. And her smile falls. She stares back.

She stares back at him with the same expression, because how could she not be in awe when he looked so soft? When he held her so gently like this— but he always did. Sometimes it felt like he was scared to hurt her, he never said it but she could tell from the way he’d handle her with such delicacy.

How could she not stare back the same way when he looked so stunning? Mismatched eyes that charmed her from the moment she laid eyes on him, dazzling in this light. He was unique, different. And that made him all the more beautiful, all the more enthralling and captivating. Actually, everything about him was captivating, she thinks. From his smile to his laugh, he was beautiful, in body and in soul. In every way. Kyra couldn’t think of any way he wasn’t beautiful.

He looked at her with love.

She looked at him with love.

There was a beat of silence that fell between them. A tension slowly flooding the room, thick enough to cut with a knife yet just enough to breath all the same. Between them lingered unsaid words that were desperate to finally be said. Lingering questions, an unspoken desire they both shared.

Was this it? Will those desires finally be revealed? Laid out bare for eachother to acknowledge. The silence continued, the only sound being the music in the background and the flowing of water from outside the dorm, but the only thing that mattered right now was them. Everything else seemed to fade away.

The hues of blues and purples painted their figures in a romantic light, everything was perfect. If there was a time to finally let it all out… It was now.

“Floyd i…” Kyra opened her mouth to speak, snapping Floyd out of his trance, but making him painfully away about everything now. The way he was holding her, the look on her face, the sound of water. And he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “I…” Stuck in place like a statue, and his grip on her gets just a little tighter.

“…I think we should get back to cleaning. Azul won’t be happy to see we barely got anything done tonight.” She looks away, cheeks flushed a cherry red but her eyes were almost sad. “…Right, yeah— yeah. We should.” Floyd chokes out, helping her up but he doesn’t pull away. “Whats up?” Kyra chuckled, a sheepish smile graced upon her lips,

“Well, can’t really let’cha go when you’re holdin’ onto me like that.” He chuckles, glancing down to her hands that tightened around his shoulders. She stammers, stumbling slightly as she lets go off him, almost falling. Earning a hearty laugh from Floyd, “Hahaha! Man, you really do act like a fishie outta’ water no matter where you are!”

She huffs, dusting off and straightening her skirt before standing up straight, turning her heel to grab the broom she had discarded when dancing with Floyd, tossed aside without a second thought and laid across the floor, long forgotten. “Oh, shut up! Get cleaning, eel man.”

She throws him the broom he was using earlier, which he catches close to his chest, “oof,” he grunts, sharp eyes following her every move, watching her figure as she turned her back on him to clean up the Mostro Lounge. In a way… He was disappointed.

The same question from earlier weighed heavy on his mind. On his heart, as they cleaned, though it was much quieter than earlier. No words between them were said, and there was an air of silence between them. But they were thinking the same thing, and it was for that reason they chose not to speak.

“Well… That should be all of it!” Kyra grins, clapping off the dust on her hands before placing them on her hips proudly. The Lounge was as good as new! No furnitures or fixtures displaced any longer, no shards of glass nor ceramics scattered on the floor. All thats left to do was to finally close the Lounge,

Floyd let out a low whistle, leaning against the handle of his broom. “Hehe~, as good as new!” He chuckles, placing back the brooms where they got them in the storage closet as Kyra wiped down the last table, hair tucked behind her ear.

She put back the cloth she was using, brushing her fingers through her hair. “Well, um… Guess I should get going now.” She looks towards the exit of the Mostro Lounge, voice softer than usual. It catches Floyd off guard, his head whipping back towards her with an unreadable expression. But that was nothing new.

“Grim must be looking for me by now… And im sure the ghosts won’t let me hear the end of it.” She chuckles, but she falls silent with the lack of response from Floyd. “Well… uh, im off! See you tomorrow Floydie!” She makes her way towards the exit, only to be stopped by a tight pressure on her wrist.

“…Floyd?” She stops in her tracks, looking back at the taller boy who’s head was hanging low. She couldn’t see her face, but she could already tell he was in a sour mood. “…Shrimpy,” he began, his usual playful tone nowhere in sight as his grip on her wrist tightened, almost painfully so. “I, uh… Gotta ask ya somethin’, before you go.”

Kyra swears she can feel her heart stop. The heat on her face from earlier returning back ten times stronger. An embarrassing streak of red painted on her face, and she was sure she looked ridiculous. “Y-yeah…?”

“I—..” Floyd began, but the words died in his throat yet again. How badly he wanted to scream and just let it all out, but something stopped him. Hesitation, a subtle sense of fear lingering down deep in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why. He hated it. He wanted to tear it out himself. Destroy it and make sure it never comes back.

“..Could I stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel like goin’ back to my dorm.”

But he couldn’t.

“Its soo~o boring!~ Shrimpy’s place is much more fun!” Her tense shoulders slumped down, “Oh,” she sighs, forcing a small smile. “Hehe, ‘course you can! Why would I ever say no?” Why couldn’t she say it either?

“You don’t have to ask, silly Floydie!” She giggles, pinching his cheeks gently before taking his hand, and their fingers intertwined together like lace. They fit together perfectly, as if their hands were molded to hold eachother. “You can always stay with me. Cmon! Lets go! Its gettin’ late.”

She chuckled, and he smiled back. They walked together hand in hand, all the way back to Ramshackle. Hands intertwined, talking about whatever came to mind. Partially to forget about what happened tonight.

The stars the only witnesses of this pathetic display of two lovers, unable to admit there was something there. The moon sang a solemn song that night of what could’ve been, and the stars sighed in longing, watching the pair sneak back into the Ramshackle.

Beams of moonlight peeking into the windows of the run-down dorm, kissing the faces of the two who laid together, fitting into eachother’s arms like puzzle pieces in bed. Soft pillows and blankets messily scattered around them, Floyd kept her in a tight embrace, to Grim’s dismay. He grumbled about how Kyra brought back a stray with her, obviously not happy with the presence of a certain eel— but at this point, he should be used to it.

“Hey, Kyra!” A familiar voice rang out the hallway. The white-haired girl turned to see who it was, “Oh, hi Acey! All finished with basketball practice, huh?” She waved, offering him a polite smile. “Yeep.. Hah, heard you went stickin’ your nose in other people’s business again. Helped out with closing Mostro Lounge last night, huh?” The redhead chuckled, stretching upwards for a moment before tilting his head and shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his red varsity jacket.

She rolls her eyes, “First of all— I don’t ‘poke my nose in other people’s business’.” She huffs, poking his forehead with her index finger, earning a hiss from the shorter boy who swats her hand away. She chuckles, pulling her hand away from him. “And second, why’re you asking? Now it sounds like you’re the one sticking your nose into other people’s business.”

She crosses her arms, a smug grin on her face as she watches Ace roll his eyes. “Hey now, i’m nowhere as bad as you.” He points an accusing finger at her, but before she could retort back he speaks again, “Anyways— Floyd was totally out of it earlier during practice! He was so worked up about something, he even got in a fight with one of our guys.”

He shivers slightly, remembering the bone-chilling look of Floyd earlier today after storming out of the gymnasium. He looks back at Kyra, taking note of her expression. A mix of concern, but it looked like she knew exactly what he was talking about. She never was good at hiding her thoughts from her face. It was laughable.

“Did something happen last night? Heard from the other sophmores he was like that all day. And I swear I heard him grumbling about a ‘Shrimpy’.” He raises his brows, sure that hes caught her now.

Kyra freezes like a deer in headlights— but her smile never fades, albeit much more awkward than earlier. She clears her throat, turning away from Ace, his curious gaze still on her. “…No,” she shrugged,

“He must’ve just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing happened last night.”

“…You sure?” Ace raised a brow, his tone suspicious, not buying what shes saying at all.

“Yep. Nothing at all.”

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ ໒꒱ A/N:

WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT’D BE… Im so sorry i write too much HEHEHE

This is actually the first time im writing a fic with fandom characters and not with my personal OCs!! Sorry if the characters are OOC, i tried 🥹🥹

Anyways!!! Floyd and Kyra are so annoying!!! I hate them!!! No way i finished this before the comic HEELP Thank you for reading if u got this far!! 🤗🎀💗