#look at how he bends (ignore the fact that he's dying)

[madsipie]

lee everett died because he was too hot

[tsumskz]

valentine’s day with your plug

stoner eren x reader

Tw: smut, mentions of weed and smoking, breeding and oral

just a little late valentine’s day post

Eren Yeager, the most well known suppler in your town. if you weren’t getting your stuff from him then who were you getting it from ?

not only did he have some of the best weed you’ve ever smoked but he was gorgeous, and quite frankly that made your blood boil. it was the brown hair that laid perfectly on his shoulders, half always tied up in a little bun at the back of his head. and those beautiful green eyes that always hung low when you saw him and would catch yourself getting lost in if you stared too long. he was hot and he knew it.

whenever you were in need of bud you dreaded having to hit him up because it’d either take hours for a response or he would leave you on read and randomly show up at your place saying “here”.

you’re sure he thought his looks could make up for his shitty service, but i guess it does because you go back everytime no matter how much it pisses you off.

well today was the same as every other day expect for the fact that it was valentine’s day so all of your friends were busy with their boyfriends and getting laid, blah blah blah and you happened to be violently single but at least you have weed right ?

oh damn i forgot i’m out…

…FUCK IM OUT

god this can’t be happening. it’s valentine’s day and you’re out. eren HAS to have plans tonight, there’s no way he doesn’t and youre gonna be stuck here. bored. sober. alone.

you might as well try to text him and see if there’s a slim chance he’s able to drop by.

walking to your room you contemplate what you’re gonna say, grabbing your phone tapping your fingers till you get to his contact. how do you do this without sounding like a loser ?

6:46pm. you: hey, was wondering if you’d be able to drop by tonight ? wasn’t sure if you’d be busy

now we wait. putting down your phone you go back to what you were occupied with before this catastrophe happened. you suspected it to either take hours or possibly you wouldn’t get a text back at all.

6:55pm. eren: nah i’m not busy tn, should be able to stop by in 10. that cool ?

you swear your stomach sinks to your feet when you hear your phone ding. you knew it wasn’t any of your friends so maybe he wasn’t doing anything after all.

“odd” you thought to yourself that’s definitely the longest message he’s ever texted you before, it was never any longer than a quick “yeah” or “be there in 10”. wonder what’s gotten into him

texting him back a quick “sounds good” you go to sit on the couch waiting for the notification for you to come outside to his car.

7:10. still no eren. you knew this would happen. its never the time he says. god he’s so fucking stupid i’m done goi-

*DING DONG*

you nearly jump out of your seat. heart now pounding out of your chest as you walk up to the door confused as to who it could be since you definitely weren’t expecting anyone to knock.

opening the door you begin to notice a familiar face…eren.

why was he at your door ? the mere sight of him makes your stomach churn with seems like anger. never has he once showed up and knocked on your door.

why is your heart racing? …

“the front door ? that’s new” snarky comment making him laugh. you felt awkward. was he trying to invite himself in ? you had so many questions running thru your mind but you were assuming it was nothing

“felt like saving you the longg walk from here to my car” he says dragging out long with a dramatic voice throwing his head back and bending his knees

“surprised you’re not busy with all the ladies that are probably dying to rip your pants off” ignoring his stupid joke. your hand reaches out to grab what he actually came here for but you’re met with nothing, like he wants to stand here talking to you more.

“ gotta keep them on their toes, you know. can’t make it easy or else i would’ve had back to back dates tonight” you were done with conversation already. you just wanted to get your stuff, watch some stupid rom-com and eat a burger the size of your head. he was getting in the way with that.

“haha. can i just have my stuff?” clearly annoyed he hands you the small little baggie, as you’re about to say thank you and close to the door on his face. you notice he’s not moving at all. looking at you like a lost puppy dog that showed up at your door.

he was definitely trying to invite himself in but he didn’t know how. “if you want to come in you could just say so” attempting to be nice you give him a smile.

“it’s okay, i don’t wanna intrude especially if you have a date or something” you laugh at him, his face turning a red tone as if he said something wrong. god you feel bad.

“i’m not doing anything tonight hence why i asked you to come by but if you wanna hang for a bit be my guest” wishing you would’ve shut yourself up but it was too late to take it back. you couldn’t believe you invited him in. you’re stuck now.

no words were said as you took a step back swaying to the side to gesture him in. he seemed hesitant for a second, but he enters. taking a couple uncomfortable waddles in before stopping in his tracks to kinda get a vibe your living space

it was clean. tv turned on to a random show on netflix. couch covered with cute pillows and blankets, coffee table with weed paraphernalia neatly organized but he was more fascinated with the way you’re dressed. maroon sweatpants and grey zip up that had your high schools name on the front. no makeup. so effortlessly beautiful.

“come” patting the couch you usher him to sit next to you. opening the baggie of bud, crumbling off a piece to put in the bowl of your most precious bong. offering him the greens since he is a quest in your house.

“how sweet of you” he says giving you a over exaggerated smile making you softly hit him on the arm. it was weird having him right here. you realized you’ve never smoked with him before. you’ve never seen him in such a intimate setting. it made you feel some kind of way.

a couple hours past. you guys ended smoking and chatting as if you knew each other for years and were catching up. it felt nice even tho you were dead set on the plans you thought of originally like getting food. mmm food the munchies were starting to hit hard.

“you hungry ?” you said being so serious because there was no way you were messing around when it came to eating rn and by the look on his face he wasn’t either.

“god i thought you’d never ask” staring dead into each other yes, breaking out into a laughing fit. you both decided to make your way to the kitchen and see what there was to make. letting him do all the work of course.

you’re sat up on counter while he’s looking thru the cupboards. hoping he can find something good because at this point you don’t even remember what’s in there.

“ahh mac and cheese ?” he says excitedly holding up a box of probably soon to be expired mac and cheese. you nod in agreement pretending like you aren’t practically drooling at the thought of it.

he starts boiling the water. “why don’t you have plans tonight ? didn’t expect you to be a lonly guy” you interrupt the silence to ask the question you’ve been wondering this whole time.

“i’m not a whore like you think i am. i just sell weed to people and the flirting keeps them coming back” shocked by his answer you can’t say that’s not a solid strategy. he goes to drain the pasta before adding the rest of the stuff, handing you a bowl.

“you don’t flirt with me tho” blurting out your response, he turns towards you. looking you up and down, getting just close enough you could feel his breath on your face.

“you’re different” your face getting hotter by the second. not sure how to respond because you didn’t know if this was his tactic or genuine emotion.

“how so?” twiddling your finger together looking down a little embarrassed for asking.

“idk everyone treats me like im just some hot piece of meat that can get them their fix” he says looking down with you.“but you, you act cold towards me and i find that so hot ” you felt like you were gonna faint at his words.

“ i’ve always thought you were just an asshole with a pretty face” his cheeks turning a pale pink.

“pretty?” he inches closer to your face so you’re just inches away from touching each other lips. “yeah, so pretty it makes me mad” those were the last words said before his lips are crashing into yours.

unsure if it was the weed or the fact his lips felt so good but you kissed him back without realizing. lips moving in sync like they were made for each other.

feeling like you couldn’t catch your breath, you pull away catching a good look at his face, red and flustered. you’ve never seen anything like this before and you never wanted to forget it. pulling him by the neck to continue he picks you up walking you both over to the couch. putting you down softly. breaking the kiss.

“this okay?” he says with genuine concern on his face. hes scared. scared hes gonna mess this up.

“more than” huge smile forming on his lips, he maneuvers himself on top of you between your legs. kissing your neck making his way down to your stomach.

he unbottons your pants so plainly slow that you’re about to rip them off yourself. he kisses your pussy thru your underwear making you gasp at the sensation of his cold lips on you, mumbling a low “fuck” before bucking your hips begging for more.

“don’t be so impatient baby” the pet name making your stomach turn with lust. you had to have him. you need him now.

your bottom half now undressed he makes you wait even longer by licking and biting your plush thighs, making you squirm. “please eren”. you’ve never been so desperate especially for someone that you hated a couple hours ago.

his tongue laid its first lick down your slit. it was soft, gentle. unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, other guys were rough and thought flicking felt good. how’d he become so good you couldn’t shake that thought from your mind. were you jealous ?.

“it feels so good, please keep going” bitting your hand to hopefully quiet yourself down because you knew you were being too loud. his tongue felt like heaven, but when he slipped one of his long finger into you was when you lost your mind. there was no way you weren’t gonna start screaming his name.

“eren fuck i’m gonna cum” without any hesitation he curls his fingers up hitting a spot that made you see stars. back arching, strings of curse words fall from your mouth as you cum. you’re panting like a dog trying to regain yourself.

eren sits up wiping his face on the sleeve of his hoodie, rubbing your inner thighs till you’ve finally come back from your mind blowing orgasm.

“that was crazy” you said laughing but you heard nothing but silence from eren, he looked uncomfortable then glancing down a bit you could tell why. he was so hard that you could see him throbbing thru his pants.

“come here, let me help you” you say pushing his shoulders down till his head in laying on the arm of the couch. crawling on top of him you leaning down catching his lips once again, tasting yourself. this time the kiss was hungry. like two wild animals fighting over who was superior. you grind your hips against his clothed cock hissing at the overstimulation from cumming not too long ago.

his hands raising up under your shirt giving your nipples a couple rolls of his thumb. hiding your face in his neck, sucking here and there unknowingly leaving marks that you knew he’d get upset about later.

“do you mind?” you say playing with the zipper of his pants. he gives you a nod of consent before you’re pulling down his pants along with his boxers. it springs up as you stare at the size of his intimidatingly large cock.

“you like what you see” jokingly punching his chest you come back up so your pussy is alined with his cock, he motions you to sit up a bit and he angles the tip so it’s at your entrance, sliding down a bit it was already a huge stretch but you were determined to make it fit. both of you hissing in sync till it was fully in.

“it’s so tight” he moans grabbing your hips to slide you up and back down, slowly to not hurt you. the stretch felt so good you began to move on your own craving more of him. groans could be heard from both of you just enjoying the moment and the feeliing of being connected.

“oh im gonna cum” you whispered in his ear “im so close” you keep rocking up and down till his strong hands flip you both over so he’s on top, putting you in mating press.

“i’m close too, cum with me baby” his words thick like honey dripping its way into your ear. you pussy clenching hard trying to get that last bit of stimulation to tip over the edge.

knowing just what to do his hand snakes between you both to place a thumb on your clit. that’s exactly what you neeed before you’re moaning his name and squirming trying to get away as gush around his cock.

“you gonna let me cum in you ?” he’s panting hard but he can’t seem to focus on anything besides cumming your tight pussy.

“cum in me please” the neediness in you voice is all it takes for his hips to come to a halt as he’s pumping you full. you can feel his heart beating as he slumps down on your chest. the same awkwardness from before filling the air as you both come to your senses.

awkwardly get up putting your clothes back on, not saying a word to each other. you head to the bathroom to pee and return, sitting back on the couch packing another bowl and handing it to him. he takes a long hit. resulting in him coughing, he hands it back to you.

“guess valentine’s day wasn’t so boring this year” he manages the get out between coughs. slumping back on the couch looking at the tv watching whatever was playing.

“definitely wasn’t expecting this” your own joke making you laugh, catching his attention. eyes now on you. the silence was deadly but you didn’t have anything to say.

“i like you” he says quietly not sure if you heard him but he knows you did when he notices your face begin to burn firetruck red.

“when did you come to that conclusion?” interested in what he was gonna say because you’re sure it was an in the moment confession nothing he was feeling before today.

“ever since the first time i sold to you, you were beautiful and i never knew how to make the first move until today” your mouth hangs open because never in a million years would you have thought that the guy you despised had completely opposite feelings.

“i had no idea”

“i figured” he takes another hit from your bong before getting up grabbing his things and heading for the door “uh i gotta go, just hit me up next time you need anything”

“wait” you walk over to him, body moving for you confused as to why you got up before blurting out something you couldn’t take back.

“i like you too” coming to the conclusion that those were you feelings all along, not hatred or anger but love.

he smiles at you before leaning in to give you one last finally kiss before heading out the door.

[self-deprecating-possum]

Fragile Apologies (Yandere! Miguel O’Hara x Gn! Reader)

Content notes: minor spoilers for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, unhealthy/abusive relationships, verbal & emotional abuse, physical intimidation & violence, minor injuries, implied future imprisonment

Word count: around 4k

Short summary: You thought it would be easy to leave your dying relationship with Miguel. This turned out to be not true.

The sun was setting. It cast a long, orange beam on the wall, and you slowly followed it with your eyes as it advanced, gradually fading.

You purposely didn't look at the clock on the wall, you didn't want to know how much time had passed since Miguel decided to pull you onto his lap, not caring that you were right in the middle of preparing dinner. You were relieved you had not boiled the water in advance. You were not sure if the kitchen would burst into flames by the time your boyfriend lets you go.

Miguel's arms wrapped around you like iron bands. He didn't squeeze tightly enough to cause pain, but even so, you wouldn't have been able to move an inch, no matter how much you wanted to. All you could do for your own comfort was to wrap your legs around his hips and let your hands hang by your sides.

From experience, you knew it wasn't worth begging to be let go, no matter how stiff you were or how important a task you had somewhere else. The easiest way was always to simply wait for him to finish.

Your stomach growled loudly. Maybe… Just this once, he might let you go.

Miguel buried his face in your neck, you felt his hot lips and closed eyes on your skin. Softly, you patted his back with one hand, while attempting to slide the other in the gap between your bodies, hoping he would let you push him away.

He didn't move at all, so you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Miguel” you whispered “Miguel, please, let me go. I'm very hungry.”

Despite trying to move and signal that you wanted to break free, you were ignored. Panic started to set in, but you were trying to overcome it. You grabbed his shoulder to try to push yourself away with full force.

It felt like you were trying to move a concrete wall. He showed no reaction, not even his face moved on the skin of your neck.

"Miguel," you hated how whiny, how sharp your voice was. It sounded annoying even to your own ears. "Please, please, let me go!"

“Enough.”

You immediately stiffened. There was something in his voice that made your throat tighten. You waited for him to say something else, anything, as you lowered your hand to its previous place, but in vain. It seemed like it was enough for him that you didn't protest anymore.

The sun set behind the skyscrapers of Nueva York, and the room plunged into darkness. With a defeated sigh, you rested your chin on his shoulder.

Miguel began tracing playful circles on your back with his thumb, pressing slow, deliberate kisses onto your neck. As if your protest woke him up to the fact that he was holding a living being in his arms. The touch of his skin ignited a flare across yours, and your chest tightened with pain.

If only it had always been like this with him. Or at least sometimes, when you would have been open to him too. He was completely unpredictable, never knowing when he'd acknowledge your existence. From the very start, you knew he wasn't an easy personality, but this was something different. You felt both completely abandoned and overwhelmed at the same time.

You raised a hand to ran your fingers through his hair and felt his hands relax around you. You gently kissed his temple.

Suddenly he tensed, and you stifled a quiet scream. You know he would never hurt you, you told yourself, but you weren't convincing enough. You saw with your own eyes how the iron rods bend under his fingers as if they were made of clay.

You watched every news report on TV and every video that Lyla showed about him. You were well aware of what he was capable of. Even in this moment, he could have snapped your spine at any time, a slightly stronger squeeze would have been enough.

“Okay, that's enough," said Miguel, as if you were the one who didn't want to let him go, not the other way around.

"Hey!"

He pushed you off his lap. You would have fallen if he hadn't caught your arm to hold you. You grabbed onto him to regain your balance while he turned his attention towards his watch.

“Lyla, is there anything new?”

“Yes there is, but I didnt want to disturb you lovebirds. It seems like there’s some new info about Vulture, but nothing imminent. Still no info about his whereabouts.”

Miguel hissed in frustration and then turned his back to you. He started heading towards his own room.

"Didn't you want to make dinner?" he threw back before the door closed behind him.

You just stared after him for a few moments, standing alone in the dark room.

"Asshole," you said to the door. You sounded more tired than angry.

You went back to the kitchen and continued preparing dinner. Your home appliances could have made anything you wanted, probably cheaper (and tastier) than you, but there was a certain comfort in this simple routine that you couldn't let go of. Right now, you needed your hands to be busy as you thought through your situation, likely for the hundredth time in the past few weeks.

You didn't want to live like this. That was the simple truth.

When you first got together, Miguel was different. Not by much, but different. He was still willing to put energy into your relationship. However, since then, there have been more and more threats, work and problems, not to mention the number of Spider-Men he kept track of.

He doesn't have the time or energy for those little things that made you fall in love in the first place. You knew what had happened to him before you met, what happened to his daughter and that other universe. You tried to be understanding, genuinely.

Honestly, if it were only you suffering, maybe you could let go of all this, but it seemed like that Miguel also didn't want this relationship that much. Those tender moments that used to be so common between you, the hugs, the kisses, the intimate touches were increasingly scarce.

No, scarcity is not the right word for it. These moments between you slowly condensed into a single point, first daily, then weekly, lately almost monthly, when you often could do nothing but endure whatever he put you through.

You didn't want to think this way about the person you loved more than anything, but when you looked deep inside yourself, you knew you were starting to fear him. It didn't help much that when he wasn't being controlling, he often just plain ignored you, like he was doing right now.

When it first occurred to you that you should move out, you dismissed the thought. Then again. And again.

And then you didn’t.

It was much easier to find a rental apartment than you thought. Even Lyla helped when you asked her to. She hesitated, but not much, she just said you definitely have to talk to Miguel about it, and you agreed with her. You didn't understand why you haven't brought up the matter to him since then.

Maybe because you knew trying to reason with him wouldn't accomplish anything, as you had asked him many times before to consider your feelings. Maybe because you felt this was a much bigger step than anything you've brought up before. Or maybe it was the guilt you felt over the fact that you were increasingly looking forward to the date when you could finally move out.

This date was tomorrow.

You finished dinner. Two plates of boiled egg sandwiches with salad and a soft drink. Nothing special, you just tried to drag out the preparation as long as possible. You laid everything out on the table and then leaned against the counter. It's been so long since you've eaten together like this. Lately, Miguel ate everything in his own room or wherever he happened to be on a mission.

You took a deep breath, then pushed yourself off the counter. You started walking towards Miguel's room to knock. You thought you'd have to beg again, so you were surprised when the door slid open in front of you.

You entered the dimly lit, cold room filled with humming and blinking computers. You didn't like being here. You never knew when you'd see something on one of the screens that you couldn't get out of your head for weeks.

"What is it?" Miguel sounded annoyed, but at least he turned in his chair to look at you. You saw his eyes searching your hand for the plate of dinner you usually set outside his door, as if he were a teenage kid and you a resigned parent. When he realized you were empty-handed, he furrowed his eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"

You cleared your throat. You felt your heart racing, making you feel like an idiot. You had prepared for this moment for so long, yet now you wanted to turn around and flee. But why am I still so scared?

“No, I just want to talk to you. Can you come out a bit? I've set the table outside.”

Miguel looked like he would rather say he was too busy, but when he looked at your face, it was clear that he knew something was wrong. After a brief silence, he spoke up in a surprisingly gentle tone.

"Just give me a minute to finish this. Lyla!"

You didn't wait to hear all his instructions. You went back to the kitchen and waited for him there.

"If this matter is so important, you can tell me now," Miguel said.

"Let's eat first, please. We can talk after. I promise, this will be the only time.”

It was clear that this did not decrease his suspicion, but rather fuelled it. Nevertheless, he sat down and without any further talk picked up his sandwich. This compelled you to do the same.

As you ate, you tried to formulate in your mind what you would eventually say to him from the myriad of possibilities you had gathered. It proved to be surprisingly difficult, and you didn't feel ready to speak when you finally finished eating.

Miguel leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well? I'm all ears.”

There was something so condescending in his voice that your jaw tightened. You closed your eyes for a moment before you spoke. You tried to keep your voice calm.

“I've been thinking a lot lately. About you, about us… You know this isn't working. I don't know if Lyla told you, but…"

Miguel slammed the table so hard that the cutlery clinked. Your breath hitched. You didn't even see him move.

“Again, seriously? Look, I don't have time for this. I understand that you're not happy with the current situation, and believe me, neither am I. But still…”

“I want to leave you, Miguel.”

He immediately stopped talking. You just stared at each other. The sound of the impact was still ringing in your ears.

Eventually, you broke the silence again.

"I'm sorry. Believe me, I really am sorry. I know we've tried a lot…" I tried, you told yourself, “but I don't want to continue this. It will be better for both of us if we can move on."

“Vale” he said dryly.”And what are you going to do after this? Do you have any idea what's out there in the city?”

"Yes. I've already found an apartment, well, we've found one with Lyla."

Another silence followed. You stood up from the table.

“I'm sorry” you said again. You didn't even know what got into you when you reached out to stroke his hair.

"Don't," he hissed, causing your hand to stop in the air. He turned away from you.

“What are you waiting for? Pack your stuff and get out of here.”

This time you didn't hesitate. You turned around and left to gather your things.

***

Unbelievable. Just fucking unbelievable, really.

A week had passed since you moved out. Miguel refused to use the word ‘permanently’. At first, he didn't even want to believe that you were really capable of going so far as to bring up the breakup, and he never dreamed that you would actually go through with it.

As you packed, he waited for the moment when you'd break down and apologize, when you'd take everything back to let things return to how they used to be.

As it turned out, he waited in vain. Somehow, you had enough backbone not to waver as you always did before. This was his mistake, he should have noticed the signs that this time you are not just planning, but also acting.

His fist clenched at the thought that Lyla helped you without telling him. This could never happen again. When you told him this, he was so furious that he was on the verge of smashing the table between you. He was so angry that he feared he might actually harm you. This is partly why he didn't stand in your way when you started pulling your suitcase out.

But now? Now he was left alone, and he knew he would never be able to truly let you go.

He lay alone in his bed. He managed to fall asleep on the first night, perhaps he didn't even dream, but then he woke up in the middle of the night. He was so used to you being next to him when he slept, regardless of the time of day, that when he didn't hear your breathing in his sleep, panic immediately set in.

He woke up to his heart almost bursting out of his chest, while clutching the spot on the sheet where you usually lay. He hated himself for being so predictable, and he hated you for eliciting this from him even when you weren't near.

Since then, he hardly slept at all. He was so tense that even the slightest slight could push him to the brink of a rage fit. For a while, Lyla didn't even try to reason with him.

He immediately got your address from her, of course, then checked it out for himself. He deliberately didn't go when he knew you would be home, but he couldn't help it, he had to cling to the walls of the surrounding buildings to watch when your figure, shrouded in shadows, got home.

Villains came to his mind. They were the ones who thought like him in this moment. Obsessively focusing on a single target as if his life depended on it… In a way, it was a very petty mindset. Not suited for someone responsible for the safety of others. But that's exactly what he was doing – watching over you and ensuring no threat reached you. Of course, he continued to track Vulture and the others as well, not to mention the other Spider-People, but it was true that they all took a backseat when it came to you.

No, he wasn’t like the villains. He did this because you were important to him. If you had a little sense, you could have seen this too. That's why he waited through this week to calm down enough to speak to you in a normal tone. If possible, it would have been best if you came back to him of your own free will, but if he scares you, he might achieve the opposite.

Actually, what he wanted most was for you to come back on your own with your stupid suitcase, but so far you've held firm. It seemed you were doing just fine without him. Sometimes he even caught you humming to yourself on the way home. You haven't done that in months at his place. Miguel didn't even want to admit to himself that this made a small part of his heart ache.

The problem was that as time went on, he didn't become calmer, quite the opposite. If he wasn't thinking about you, then he was thinking about the things that could harm you while you weren't with him. If something were to happen to you when he wasn't there…

He didn't finish the thought. He couldn't.

A soft beep came from his watch. A reported robbery. Since it seemed the local patrol had already dealt with the matter, he almost settled back down, but then he glanced at the holographic map.

He immediately jumped to his feet. His blood thudded in his ears so loudly that he could barely hear Lyla's responses to the instructions he barked at her as he headed out.

The robbery had occurred near your block. Right next to you.

***

You stood with your arms crossed in front your chest in the window of your third-floor living room. The sirens had long since gone silent and the police had left. The case did not seem serious, and you were not overly worried. These things were not unusual in this city. Before you got together with Miguel, you often saw similar crimes.

Miguel. You thought you would miss him more, but from the very first days you felt the invisible weight lifting off your shoulders. You unpacked the few belongings you brought with you and started creating a new life for yourself.

It was good to occupy yourself with something other than ruminating about your ex. It was strange that you no longer had to think about when you would push him away or make him angry with some insignificant detail.

At first, you didn't even notice the dull thud that sounded like a heavy object had hit the wall of your panel apartment.

Then your bedroom window burst.

You slapped your hand over your mouth before you could scream. You looked around the room, then crouched behind the couch in the corner, using the clatter of the glass shards to cover the sound of your movement. You didn't turn on the light in the living room because you didn't want anyone to notice you watching the police cars, but the light was on in your bedroom. The intruder must have seen this.

Who was currently out in the city? Vulture? Venture? And who else? They shouldn't have known who you are. While you were with Miguel, you barely left the apartment. No one has seen you two in the same place for months.

You covered your face with your palm as a massive thud shook the wall behind you. That might have been the door that led to the hallway.

“Where are you?”

Your breath hitched. This can't be happening.

You almost answered him, but changed your mind at the last minute. You flinched when another blow shook the house. It was the wall mirror.

You pulled your knees to your chest, using one hand to stifle the sob rising in your throat, and the other to pull your phone out of your pocket. Who should you call? You can't send normal cops after Miguel. Plus, you've never heard him like this.

A superhero wouldn't harm innocents… But a superhero wouldn't break into his ex's home like this either. If he just wants to save you from something, then why did he smash everything in his path? No, you felt that you shouldn't come out, but with his senses, it shouldn't have taken much time for him to find you.

As if he heard your thoughts.

“I know you're here. I can smell you.”

His voice was slightly calmer than it was a few moments ago. You heard him take a deep breath. This meant that it was quiet enough that if you started crying now, he would find you instantly.

You didn't dare to move. Tears freely flowed down your face, but you didn't feel it. Suddenly, you became very aware that you really had no idea how good his hearing was.

He stopped in the hallway. What was he doing? Fiddling with something, but what…

Your phone rang in your hand.

The next moment, the couch disappeared in front of you. You didn't have time to end the call before Miguel grabbed your shirt to pull you up. Your back hit the wall, knocking all the air out of your lungs. Your phone fell to the ground, but you didn't even try to catch it. Sharp claws tore up the fabric of your clothes where he held you.

You cried out in pain and terror.

For a moment, you locked eyes with each other before Miguel's red gaze slid down to scan your body. It took a little time for you to realize he was looking for injuries.

When he was convinced that you were unharmed, he slightly loosened his grip, but not enough for you to break free. You desperately clung to his wrist, despite knowing that if he wanted to kill you, nothing would stop him, especially not your weak human hands.

"Please, don't hurt me," you whimpered from the depths of your throat.

He growled. You had never heard this sound from him before.

“Hurt you? Are you out of your mind? I'm here to take you home.”

You didn't dare shake your head, but he must have seen something in your eyes. Suddenly, you felt your feet on the floor again.

Miguel dragged you by the remnants of your shirt like a ragdoll. Your mind was foggy with panic, yet you instinctively tried to dig your heel into the carpet. As you passed by the doorway, you reached out to grasp it, but it didn't slow him down. You felt something crack in your shoulder, then the burning pain flooded you. You had to let go.

You needed all your willpower not to scream when you saw what he had done to your apartment. It was as if someone had let loose a small hurricane. Your knee was scraped raw on the few feets leading to your front door, not to mention the shards of glass Miguel dragged you over. You were so terrified that you barely felt the pain.

You thought he would drag you straight out of the apartment, so you squeaked in surprise when he stopped in front of the door and let go of your shirt. As you collapsed unceremoniously onto the floor, he stood in front of you.

"I want you to pay very close attention to me, because I won't say this again. What do you see?"

You looked at him in shock. You followed his gaze with your eyes as he pointed to the lock.

"The door handle?”

He growled so loudly that your chest trembled. He reached down to roughly grab the back of your neck. His claws left shallow scratches on your skin as he forced you to stare at the lock above the door handle.

"This is a damn biometric identifier. Do you know how long it takes for someone to get a few samples from you? For God's sake, do you know how hard it would be to break in here?”

You were afraid that a stronger jerk and he might just tear your head off. You whimpered like a cornered animal.

"Answer me!"

"Very easy?" you muttered.

“Exactly! And do you know what's the deal with your windows? Anyone can see in, from anywhere, not to mention breaking in.”

Yes, you demonstrated that very well, you thought numbly, but you had the sense not to say it out loud. He let go again, and you took the opportunity to slide against the wall. You huddled up just like you did in the living room only a few minutes ago.

Miguel said something in Spanish, but he spoke too quickly for you to understand. He paced back and forth in front of you.

"I simply don't understand what was going through your head. It's a miracle you're still alive. What if those on the streets decide to break in? What if they follow you to your apartment?"

He roughly ran his hand through his hair.

"I know foresight isn't your strong suit, that's for sure, but even you have to see this. You need to come back with me. It's obvious you can't keep yourself safe."

You were about to shake your head, but you stopped yourself. Instead, you covered your face, and agonizing sobbing broke out of you again.

A little time passed, which seemed like hours to you, but could only have been a few minutes. Miguel stayed silent, and you had no idea what he might be doing. You didn't hear him move among the shards of glass, but that didn't mean much. If he wanted to, he could remain completely silent.

Somewhere in the distance, sirens began to wail.

You flinched when you felt his hand on your arm. His claws were no longer out. You didn't answer him when he called you by your name. You were still crying.

“Damn it” he said quietly. “Please, calm down.”

You tried to hold yourself back, you didn't want to anger him again, but you couldn't. Even though every part of you protested when you felt him gently pull your hand away from your face, you didn't resist. Now you could see that he had squatted down in front of you. He wiped a tear off your face with his thumb.

It was evident that he wanted to say something more, but then he changed his mind. This time, much more gently, he reached out to pull you into his arms. As he drew you close to his chest, you responded by clinging to him and burying your face in his shoulder.

You could feel the movement of his muscles beneath his skin as he let out a sigh.

"God, I missed you so much."

You had no idea what expression he might be wearing. Tears were still streaming from your eyes, soaking his superhero suit, but it no longer seemed to bother him.

"I'll never let you go again."

[eldritch-spouse]

Okay so you touched briefly on Bregg using his tail for penetration on Reader who couldn't take him

Would you mind expanding on that? 👀

It doesn't have to be this exact scenario but I just really need some tail-fucking content 😭🙏

-🙊

[Fem reader.]

TW: Tail fucking; He's a bit pushy at the start.

He's grinding on you again.

That on its own is no issue. Or rather, you've come to trivialize the fact that Breg just tends to latch onto you after a hard day of work. He always says the same things- That he misses you. That he's lonely, that you smell nice (you're pretty sure you're just sweaty), that he can't help it... And that's- That's fine. Because at least, after humping one out at your expense, he gets in much better moods and will practically bend over backwards no matter what you ask of him. Which is very useful.

What is not so fine is when Breg tries to put his dicks in you. Which is starting to happen a little too much for your tastes.

He knows it doesn't work. The two of you have tried time and time again, and you're just nowhere near that level of stretchiness yet. Breg needs to get it through his thick head that he's several feet taller than you and he's hung like a stallion and you're only human. These things take time and effort, he can't be impatient about things. When you explain this to the horndog, he nods along and it really does seem as if it's sunken in to his smooth brain- But then this happens!

You can only groan in distaste while he keeps trying to nudge your legs apart instead of settling for your thighs. As soon as Breg succeeds, chirping his approval and soaking one of his cocks in your slick, you try to stop him before the breeder gets any bright ideas.

" Breg. "

" H- Hm? " He sounds guilty already.

What, does he think you can't feel him trying to push in lightly, can't feel him slip and nudge your clit instead? Damn him and his stupid fat cocks.

" Breg. " It's a warning this time.

He just moans, trying harder.

" It's not going to work, you know this. "

He manages to catch the right position. Though, as soon as the male starts putting force behind it, a sharp stab of pain zings up your body and you push against his chest hard, making the breeder peel back and whine.

" Stop it, it's not happening. " For good measure, you grab his shaft, trapping Breg in place while he twitches slightly in your grasp.

" But you're so wet! " The monster insists, pleased at the notion, hormone fried brain not putting two and two together.

Much to your annoyance, he has the gall to try to slide his spare dick in, as if it would work, by some miracle. You shift your pelvis away and he slides harmlessly on the crease where sex meets thigh, resisting the urge to smack him with a pillow.

" That's not enough. We talked about it before, this needs time- "

Above you, Breg makes a sound like he's dying, defeated, drooling past grit teeth as wants and consideration war. " I just want to be inside you so bad... " He unhelpfully moans.

You shiver.

He acts like you don't want that too, the idiot. As if you're not distraught that you can't fit him either and how it might put a dampener in the sexual side of your relationship.

Huffing, you reach upwards to cradle his face in your palms, letting Breg lean into the contact. " Well, you can still do that. Just with your fingers or your tongue for now, while I work up in the size department, yeah? "

It was meant to console the breeder, keep him hopeful for the future, let him know that not all is lost even if his horndog brain says so. Instead, it inspires a very different reaction in Breg.

See, when those gears start turning, his face tends to fall into a neutral expression, which is to say, he kind of looks like a blank canvas. You squint at your roommate-turned-creepy boyfriend with some skepticism, wondering what's going through that mind right now.

" Hey. " He starts, grinning.

" Don't like that tone. "

Your comment is ignored, he dips to peck the top of your nose. " What if I used... My tail? "

Oh.

" Ew. "

It was a gut reaction. You didn't even think about it. His tail... He wants to fuck you with his tail? That's new. Said appendage wags rapidly behind the breeder, slapping on the mattress as if to commend Breg for his stupendous brainfart.

The craziest part is that, maybe, it could work. He's got fine motor control of it, and it has varying degrees of thickness. The only problem is... It's his tail. You know, the thing that's constantly knocking against stuff and getting in all sorts of places.

" Ew? What do you mean ew?? " Breg recoils, sounding vaguely offended and hurt.

" Sorry, that just caught me off-guard. " You cringe. " Is it clean? "

The monster relaxes and nods, grabbing the extremity and pulling it to his front. The body part is clearly still trying to express his happiness, even when trapped by strong hands.

" Of course it's clean! I'm clean. "

There's an eye roll. " No Breg, I've seen it drag on the floor behind you. All the time. "

He deflates. " Buh- "

" Not buts. Go wash it. "

As quickly as he slumped, Breg springs to a stand again, gripping his own tail hard enough to make you wince on his behalf. " Does that mean you'll give it a shot? "

You'd like to say you deliberated over the matter thoroughly, but in reality, you saw that hopeful goofy smile and decided immediately. " Yeah, I guess. "

" YES! " He nearly roars. " I love you, angel. "

You wave him away with a hand and heated cheeks, listening to the male scramble to the bathroom and turn a faucet on while you rest against the pillows and question if this is actually a good idea.

[...]

" Is- Is this good? "

He swallows, holding your legs up, one ankle held up and apart in each large hand as he stands between your legs, tail beneath his, driving what little length of itself it could fit there madly.

" Mmn- Y-Yeah, it's ah- " Your eyes roll, he's not being merciful or taking it slow in the least.

To Breg's credit, he's got better limb coordination than you expected, drilling his tail into your pussy almost mechanically, only ever faltering in the beginning. You've coated him in slime by now, and something in the back of your mind says that you're welcoming a bit more girth than you could before.

" Good, okay... " He murmurs, entirely distracted by the view.

The breeder can't tear his gaze away from the way how, even just using his tail, you still bounce with the force of each drive forward, all the soft parts of you swaying almost hypnotically to him. From tits to face to belly to legs to sweet cunt- He finds himself groaning heatedly like he was (metaphorical) balls deep in you.

" Fffuck, you're amazing. " It was meant to be a compliment, but it comes out more like pleading, Breg getting almost dizzy by the concept of actually getting to put either of his cocks in you one day. Your only response is to make a clipped whimper and turn your face away.

" You're clenching really hard. " There's a smile behind those words, immense pride about being able to make you feel so pleasured with seemingly any part of him. It's a real ego-stroker, so you let him have his fun for now.

" I can't wait to feel that on my cocks. " He bets it'll feel so nice, it'll make him come in a minute, you're so fucking perfect, he can't wait. " Hah- You're soaking me. "

The closer you seem to get, the more desperate the breeder becomes, brow ridges creasing as he's left neglected, throbbing aimlessly and occasionally bumping against you. Breg keens and instinctively bucks his hips when you move yours to chase more friction, too turned on to realize it only looks silly.

Eventually, his vocalizations alert you to what's happening, and even if you're debating getting your orgasm now, you can't help but feel bad for the monster.

" Here- Here, let's try something. "

After a couple moments of puzzling out something appropriate, you end up on your hands and knees while Breg stands, his long tail winding around to keep fucking into you at the same steady pace as before, and your tongue alternating on which shaft to tend to.

Admittedly, it's a nice view, getting to see his abdomen flex in pleasure, blue teeth biting a thin bottom lip as he tries, and occasionally fails, to divide his attention between the pace of his tail and moving his hips so he can slide his drooling dicks on your face.

" Y- You're always so smart. So thoughtful- " He praises, twitching in anticipation, ever the infatuated fool.

" Oh, shut it. " You'd be lying to say this doesn't at least do wonders for your self-esteem.

He may be a little too big for your pussy, but you can put at least a bit of him in your mouth, thankfully, and you eagerly do. The moment you suckle on his left tip, looking up with doe eyes, Breg cranes his head back and furiously drops his free hand to his remaining shaft, pumping. The noises he lets out as he feels your walls around his tail and your lips hug his length are lurid. He's always too loud in his enjoyment, but that's almost endearing at this point.

In truth, your servicing becomes sluggish and sloppy the moment you start feeling that perfect coil in your core. Another couple inches of his tail slip further in and the suddenness of your orgasm hits you like a brick, having you wide-eyed and moaning deliciously around Breg's cock.

" Oh- OHhn! Fuck- Fuck I like that, do that again! "

He grunts from above, having the wherewithal to keep pistoning hard through your climax, almost jostling you in the process.

It was a satisfying orgasm, you'll admit. Probably the closest thing to being properly fucked by the breeder you'd done so far, and that leaves a sense of accomplishment in you.

As you stop to catch your breath, Breg's now slippery tail eventually drops from your well-fucked hole, and before you can question where it's going, you hear a nasty, foul slurp from above.

Predictably, he's sucking your cum off his tail like it's a glazed sugar topping, to which you make a vaguely weirded out grimace.

Still licking at himself, Breg smiles and moves to angle his oozing members back towards your mouth with a wanton leer.

" Please please please please- "

Well, it's the least you can do.

[ilikekidsshows]

Sorry for jumpin your ask box like this. Marinette stans are... a pest to say the least and I wanna rant here because this seems to be like a save space. When I say it here my frustration can't cause trouble for me or anyone else.

I don't care anymore if people say I'm just a stupid salter who hates Marinette, I don't think this show will ever be able to undo the absolute fucking hypocrisy that is Marinette de-transforming and trusting an as good as defeated Gabriel like an absolute damn MORON

When 6 episodes earlier Adrien had to apologize in shame for 'having caused Marinette's disadvantage' against Lila in the class when HE literally still doesn't even know about what happened in the damn bathroom, but Marinette for damn sure KNOWS that Gabriel is an insane and sadistic abuser and terrorist!

And of course Marinette fans are bending over BACKWARDS to talk their way outta acknowledging any kinda truth one could be upset about. Saying that it's not the same cause Marinette is 14 (like Adrien and everyone else, too??!) and is, like, the purest and most wonderful but horrifically abused and misunderstood person who ever existed and that Gabriel not having taken Marinette's generous (empty) offer was totally just Gabriel betraying her pure and angelic heart that tried to do the right thing like the hero she is because 'she's so pure that she was able to see the good in him and wanted to give him another chance 😌'

When, what the hell?? Adrien was and IS being ripped to SHREDS for so much less cause of Chameleon! Just because Marinette couldn't ever confront Lila in a way that goes beyond "point finger and scream and then get upset when that doesn't work for 5 seasons straight"! There is NOTHING anyone can claim that makes the hypocrisy here make sense. Nothing. Didn't she just 'lovingly' patronize Adrien by saying that "sometimes the good we see in other people is only a reflection of our own goodness" and he had to act grateful that she's still able to love him despite his naivety and wrongness?? That was 6 episodes ago! Marinette, where did that energy go now that it's YOU?

Adrien had to 'learn his lesson' in shame and be reprimanded for a good moral advice he couldn't possibly know would backfire because he unknowingly said it about the show's most evil psychopath apparently

But Marinette can seemingly be the most gullible, hypocritical, and illogical moron on the planet, detransforming for no god damn reason in front of the not entirely disarmed and dying mass terrorist, abuser, and magical enslaver who's about to fail and loose everything he ever loved and fought for

But SURE, she totally didn't do Adrien's 'offense' from season 3 just 1000x WORSE, cause, didn't you know? It's ✨Marinette!✨

Her flaws don't matter. In fact, anyone who says she is capable of REAL flaws apparently just mindlessly hates her and strong female characters like her. She can do everything everyone else gets dragged to hell for cuz fuck everyone and everything I guess! Mademoiselle center of the universe might be sad if morality applies to her.

At least if they'd SAY IT that they are okay with pathetic double standards and hypocrisy, but no. Everyone is acting like they're on the moral high-horse by just ignoring everythin that doesn't make Marinette look like the greatest person ever, because it's ✨Marinette✨and we're just mean haters who "don't get it". I sure get that Marinette's fans' and especially STANS' words have lost as good as all validity in my eyes starting with the retooling season 4 because of how incapable of basic self-reflection they seem to be!

btw, I didn't talk to them in this tone. I just wanted to have a conversation with people who say that they think the Marinette and Adrien situations are different and I get nothin but unfiltered hypocrisy and excuses upon excuses! It's just "Adrien was WRONG because Marinette was RIGHT!" with "Marinette was RIGHT but Gabriel was such an awful person to HER that he unfairly punished her pure heart of justice™! 🥺"

Like, get the hell out man. How is any discours supposed to ever exist again after all this??

I apologize again for intruding, I needed to get this off my chest. I still wish you a great day and thanks for providing a place for group therapy 😅

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Marinette stans love to claim that any consequences for her actions is Marinette being “punished”. They’ve been crying and throwing up about “Marinette getting punished for things that aren't her fault” ever since the original pre-retool series. Even when there's no character to point an accusing finger at, they claim that the writers are punishing her whenever she doesn't get away with something scot free or gets minorly inconvenienced by anything. The idea that Marinette having anything less than a perfect day with every character worshiping her is the same as her getting “punished” has been the basic toxic Marinette stan’s creed for years.

I'm also just going to be really mean: all of Marinette’s good traits that the stans repeat are wildly exaggerated from traits every non-villainous character has. Because, if we take their claims literally, I certainly don't see this “pure heart of justice��� and “always helping others” the stans claim she does, because she's too busy moping about or chasing Adrien whenever she's on screen to have the time to help people as much as her stans claim she does. She sometimes helps her friends and family and she saves Akuma victims cause that's her job, but so much more of her life is taken up by worrying about herself.

She's also not strong, physically or mentally. She is not secretly jacked and she has never gotten out of a stressful situation victorious without someone else there to prop her up first. In terms of these things, Marinette is average, “just a normal girl with a normal life”. Marinette isn't weak exactly, but any other “good” member of the cast is the same. She’s not exceptional in these things, but the stans love to claim she’s the greatest, purest, goodest thing that was ever spawned into existence in the world of Miraculous. I know the phrase “strong female character” lost any meaning long ago, but it’s kinda laughable we’re at the point where explicit failures like the season 5 finale are being touted around as signs of strength.

I also agree that the Miraculous fandom just can't handle discourse anymore. Some time ago I saw a post that had someone wondering why there weren't many new analysis posts in the fandom post-season 5 and the reason for that is that the fandom doesn't have space for that kind of analytical thinking anymore. The analysts saw what SentiAdrien would do to the series and, when the fandom exploded into the expected abuse apologia, they left. In addition to that the series can no longer withstand any kind of analytical viewing so the remaining, highly defensive fandom is against questioning what they're watching. You can't enjoy this show if you employ any kind of critical thinking, because the morals the writers elevate are rancid.

Marinette stans have always been like this. I've never been harrassed by Chloé stans and I used to post some very spicy stuff about Chloé. Every time I've been harrassed in this fandom, it was done by Marinette stans. The more toxic Marinette stans have always been the worst part of this fandom and now that the writers are pandering to them, they're really bold about pushing everyone else around.

[besamehyuka]

Test My Strength

Warning: Mild Violence: Smacking

This has smut meaning it has sex in it. If you don't like it, then don't read! Simple!

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just bend you over and take what's mine y/n?" Changbin growled, his large and veiny hands gripping your ass as his threats were clear but falling on deaf ears.

You didn't know why he was acting so dramatic, you did nothing wrong, in-fact all you had done was be nice every member, not just Felix. But for right now though, all you had done was played video games with Felix, there was absolutely no reason for your muscled boyfriend to be punishing you at this moment.

You rolled your eyes and continued fiddling with the bright pink controller in your hands, Felix's eyes popping out of his head as he swallowed, not wanting to be in the center of any relationship dilemma, he began to get up, walking towards to the door just as Changbin stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bin asked, drawing out a loud and clear growl from the back of his throat, long and guttural.

"Um, well i was going to go to my room, it sounded like you two needed some time alone..." Felix responded honestly, biting his lip trying to calm the situation down by leaving.

"No, I'll go with you Fel-"

Just as you were about to get up and head out with Felix, Changbin grabs you by your thighs and slams you on your back, causing a gust of wind to leave your lungs, making your eyes widen huge in comparison to what they were before.

Changbin was strong you knew that, but he had never used his strength on you like this, it made you wonder, what did you do that made him so upset, and how could you do it again?

"You like when you ignore your daddy and give all your precious attention to a man that doesn't even want you, huh?" He asks, cupping your face in his hands before leaving a harsh smack across your pretty cheek and he smirks, loving the way he senses how turned on you are by this.

Your panties are dripping and you're just dying to just get them off, god, the way Changbin's looking at you made you want to act up more. But right now, you had no idea what you did.

His eyes are accumulated in anger, his happiness is worn away and his giddiness is completely gone with pure bred anger, he's a completely different person. A demon even.

He notices how much you enjoy being manhandled so he decides to take it up a notch, lifting you up in his strong arms, tugging your bottoms off in one quick motion, he growls and slaps you again in pure frustration.

"So, was MY baby planning on fucking him, hmm? Was MY baby planning on using my best friend for her pleasure?" He asks, but deep down he knows you would never use another man, he's just deprived of your attention, and now he just wants to get to the main course.

He lifts you up above his head and pins you to the wall harshly, not wasting anytime before devouring your sweet clit, slurping and making loud wet sucking sounds. Filling the room with his talented tongue skills and your moans, making sure you knew who you belonged to.

And god, did you know without a doubt.

"Fuck Binnie!" You cried out, trying to reach for his hair, for his shoulders, for his back, for anything, but you couldn't, all you could grab onto was the wall behind you, scratching at the paint, your nails acting as paint thinner.

Changbin didn't care, all he needed to do was remind you of who you belonged to, and damn it was he doing a good job. His tongue working like magic on your folds as you screamed, surely waking everyone up in the dorms, but you could care less.

What was going on in-between your thighs was your main priority, and with a final show of just how strong he was, Changbin began to rock you back and forth against his tongue, hitting spots you never knew were possible.

With a gasp and a scream you came, and as soon as you came to you realized, Felix had never even left the room, instead he was standing in the corner watching the scene onfold.

"Now.... I hope you know who you belong to, and as for you Felix, did you enjoy the show. Because that's all you will be seeing." Bin said with a possessive tone, glaring at the younger boy, taking his que, Felix darted out of the room.

"Binnie! i wasn't-"

"Now now princess, you don't think it's over do you? The floor and bed are completely dry, i think we can change that, don't you?"

[star-girl69]

Keep Me Ablaze

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warning: mentions of guns, swearing, mentions of death, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Four- Face It

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Pandora air was different.

Chemically, in the way it was made up, the fact that humans couldn’t breathe it, but also in another way. Like any second, if you would flick a lighter, the air everywhere would burst into flames.

There something in the air, in the ground. Something tangible, a thrum, a heartbeat as if the planet itself is alive. Of course, Grace tells you all the time about how there’s something measurable in this planet- that Eywa the Na’vi worship is real.

All you know is that the air is different. And, in your human form, you can’t breathe it.

Days are spent in your Avatar, special made itchy clothes, the sun hot on your skin, smelling all the flowers and plants.

Grace wakes up next to you with a groan, like she always does. The switch between bodies is hard for her, but she still does it each day, because she can’t miss Pandora.

While you had been out for an hour already, Grace hadn’t come today, too busy teaching Jake and Norm more about being an Avatar driver.

“Still want a cigarette,” she mutters, before sitting up with yawn. Her eyes find you, like you’re a beacon in the dark, and she smiles like you’re the only light she’s seen for days.

“What are you doing?” you ask, putting down the shirts you were tidying.

“Making sure the new guys don’t die,” she huffs, standing up and stretching.

“I’ll come,” you say, and it takes you a second to even realize the words came out of your mouth.

“Sure,” she says, unknowing of your confusion. Subconsciously, maybe, do you want to be with him? Did he entrance you that much with a shitty pick up line and his skin on yours?

You follow Grace out anyways, while she babbles more about the new recruits, until you hear the sound of dirt shifting.

You look up, and he is there. There like he’s always been there.

He takes a few breathes and looks around, feels the soil in between his working legs. He doesn’t notice the two of you yet. He’s too caught up in the majesty.

Grace bends to pick a fruit from its bush, so you smile, ignore whatever you’re feeling about him and let the words fall out.

“Jake!” you call, smiling slightly, not sure if he’ll recognize you.

“Damn,” you hear him mutter, see his ears go wide. Heat fills your cheeks, making you feel foolish and amazing. Exhilarated. On fire. “Y/N?”

You smile and nod, feeling like you should have worn a different outfit.

“Think fast!” Grace shouts, throwing the fruit at him. He catches it, eyes wide, and Grace nods approvingly. “Motor control’s looking good.”

He looks from the fruit to the two of you, taking a bite of the small purple thing. He chuckles, in awe. He has only known human food before this- the last seeds of a dying planet.

—-

“Come on, everybody, quiet down!” Grace shouts, walking through the rows of beds. She continues saying more, ushering the humans out, but you look at Jake.

He looks at his tsaheylu, studying it, watching the tendrils move.

“You get use to it,” your blurt, reaching out and kicking his foot with your own.

“It’s kinda freaky,” he replies, looking up at you. You shrug, and he chuckles. Metal clangs through the sleeping paddock, Grace shutting the doors.

“Lights out! See you at dinner, kiddies.” The flights flicker out, and you shoot Jake a smile before laying down. Something shrieks outside, and you hear Jake shift.

You want to say something, maybe tell him it’ll be alright, that at least for right now- nothing out there can hurt you. But you don’t. You let yourself fall back into your human body.

—-

“Just keep your mouth shut and let Norm do the talking,” Grace hisses, leaning over Jake’s link pod.

“Aunt Grace…” you mutter, and she ignores you.

“Your only job,” she continues, “is to carry a gun and not shoot anyone. I will make your life hell, Marine.”

He chuckles. “You know, Y/N, I don’t even know how an angel like you is related-”

The sound of the link pod closing fills the air, and Grace smiles triumphantly.

—-

Flying in Pandora is something you’ll never get used to- the thrill of being in the air, paired with the sights of new animals and plants you swear grow by the day.

Grace does a sharp turn, following the curve of a wide waterfall, before circling back to the forest and landing, making the animals on the ground scurry away.

Jake hops off before the helicopter even hits the ground, scoping the area out with his gun at the ready, but you and Grace wait a moment longer.

“Shut it down!” Grace shouts into the intercom, circling around to the head of the helicopter. “We’re gonna stay awhile!”

The engine starts to slow down, the forest starting to quiet again, go back to how it should be.

You huff, fix the pack wrapped around your waist, watch as Jake and Wainfleet point their guns everywhere. Grace seems to to share the sentiment.

“Stay with the ship,” she says to Wainfleet. “One idiot with a gun is enough.”

Jake chuckles and smiles, taking the insult in stride.

His shoulders drop, relax, and he backs up towards the helicopter. “You’re the man, Doc.”

The walk deeper into the forest is silent, besides for creatures chittering and moving, the sound of footsteps on the thick forest floor.

“So, how will they know we’re here?” Norm suddenly asks, stepping over a large root.

“I’m sure they’re watching us right now,” she replies, and he looks around the forest anxiously.

“You won’t be able to see them,” you hum. Jake turns, looks at you questionably. “You won’t.”

“Keep up, guys!” Grace shouts, bumping shoulders with you.

—-

“Here I go,” Grace says, inserting a needle into the root of a tree.

“Scanning,” Norm replies, and you catch Jake slowly moving away.

He seems entranced but the forest, trudging through it loudly, but you follow him anyways. What else do you have to do?

You follow him through a clearing, until he stops, eyes fixed on some plants in front of him.

Tall, spiraling and light orange, like coral, you smile as he approaches them in awe.

“Touch one,” you whisper, and he doesn’t startle. Did he know you were there? He half looks over his shoulder, grinning wide, before reaching out and just barely touching one:

He gaps when the plant shrinks it on itself, before doing the same to another one. Again, and again, until they all sense the danger and shrink in.

You smile, because his childishness is somewhat endearing, until something roars.

You look up- something armored and angry, huge, far bigger than you- you know this animal, you know what to do- but you’ve never encountered one like this in the forest. Angry, staring right at you.

“Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot, you’ll just piss him off,” Grace says through the intercom. “It’s okay, baby,” she says again, only for you.

“Grace…” you whisper, turning from the wild beast in front of you to your aunt. Her eyes flick between you and the animal, and she keeps nodding, keeping trying to reassure you. Herself.

The animal takes it horned head, hits it into the foliage next to it, making it splinter and fly everywhere.

“It’s already pissed off,” Jake replies, not lowering his gun, and if your voice could work you would scream at him to lower it.

“That armors too thick, trust me.”

Jake lets out a grunt before pointing his gun up.

“It’s a territorial threat display,” Grace notes, “do not run, or he’ll charge.”

“So, what do I do, dance with it?” he shifts on his feet, ready to run, to attack, to do something, while all you can do is stand there in fear.

“Hold your ground.”

The animal keeps growling, brushing the ground with its feet, until it seems to have enough and charges.

“Stay!” Grace keeps shouting, but the world narrows down to nothing but the feel of your fear, the ice in your veins. Your vision blurs with something, tears, that fight or flight response trying to kick in but everything is too much and you can’t move.

You think Jake runs forward, goes to meet the animal halfway, until the both stop and silence fills the air.

Jake let’s put a relieved laugh, the animal starts backing up.

“Yeah? Come on! What else you got?” he shouts, feeling like he’s on top of the world. But he’s new to Pandora. He doesn’t know. He is on the food chain, the hierarchy, and he is at the bottom. “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, bitch.”

The animal trumpets and runs away, scared by something. But for some reason- even as Jake continues his verbal assault, you don’t think it’s scared of him. Then-

You hear it.

A growl, a growl you know the sound of so well, the one that haunts your dreams and stays in the back of your mind like sticky honey.

A thanator.

What killed your father, all those years ago.

It snarls, and Jake stiffens, turns around slowly.

It roars, and he pulls his gun out again, but the thanator jumps over the two of you like nothing.

“So what about this one? Run? Don’t run? What?!”

“Run! Definitely run!” she shouts, and it’s silent for a second before Jake springs into action, turning and grabbing you by the wrist.

His touch burns and hurts, shocking you out of your fear and into life. You’re living. You’re breathing. You have to keep doing that.

You run behind him, let him lead the way, copying the way he weaves between plants, jumps over trees.

“There!” he suddenly shouts, reaching behind him blindly for you. You’re too focused on the ground under you to even know what he’s referring to, but you grab his hand and he pulls your forward, forces you into the roots of a tree.

You push yourself to the back of it, breathing heavily, while Jake readies his gun. The sound of gunfire fills your ears, and no matter how many shots he seems to fire the thanator doesn’t back down. Then, the gun is ripped from his hands, and he shouts again.

“Fuck! Go, go!” he shouts, drags you through to another opening, the two of you keep running, and your legs burn, foliage hitting your face.

Suddenly, the thanator jumps down from up above you, grabs Jake by his pack and swings him around in the air.

“Jake!” you screech, but you have no weapon, nothing to help him. He shouts, unclipping his back and falling to the ground, jumping up and sprinting over to you.

Now, you have a head start.

“Trust me!” he shouts, and the two of you are just running again, so fast you can hear the wind whip in your ears.

“What?” you ask, just as he tugs you over the edge of a cliff.

—-

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Title: You will greet yourself arriving

Author: an_ardent_rain

Artist: Corvu

Rating: Mature

Pairings: undefined

Length: 25000

Warnings: discussion and depiction of alcoholism

Tags: Case fic, domesticity, fake relationship, getting together, healing, post-canon, fix-it, alcohol use disorder

Posting Date: October 27, 2023

Summary: When a ghost is causing trouble in a wealthy suburban neighborhood, the Winchester’s are asked to investigate. Their cover: Dean and Cas are a couple just moving in. Dean’s fine with this, despite things being awkward between him and Cas since that big speech as he was dying, confessing his love. And despite all the troubles Cas has had since coming back human. And the struggle to deal with his preferred coping mechanism of heavy drinking now that his liver is no longer divinely inspired. And, oh yeah, there’s the tiny fact that Dean loves him too. Sam is convinced that the case will give the two a chance to talk and fix things, but with their track record of poor communication, Dean’s worried it’ll only make things worse. Some things are worth it, though, and when the case turns out to be nothing but a milk run, there’s no excuse left for them to keep ignoring the tension between them. (Based on the X-Files ep “Arcadia”)

Excerpt: “You can still play your character,” Jack assures him.  “I know you were practicing.” “Practicing.”  Sam’s eyebrows shoot up.  “What the hell does that mean, Dean?” “Watching several episodes of the early 2000s era show Desperate Housewives,” Jack says.  “And a telenovela.  And the Dr. Sexy episode where—” “I’m a professional,” Dean says.  He walks from the foyer into the kitchen off to the right.  He looks over his shoulder at the others and gives them a shit-eating grin.  “I’m always prepared.” Jack and Sam are talking, but Dean ignores them.  He’s not about to stand there and be insulted for his television choices.  He starts opening the cabinets and looking around at what’s been left.  Jody’s friend Marlene isn’t living there, but she left enough for it to be habitable, and apparently her son was living there for awhile.  There’s a few dishes, a toaster, something Dean recognizes from YouTube rabbit holes as a sous vide machine, and an entire corner dedicated to coffee-making.  He whistles.  “Looks like Marlene was a coffee snob,” he says, fiddling with the switch on the electric kettle.   “Well you’re welcome to use anything here, she said,” Sam tells him, coming into the kitchen trailed by Cas and Jack.  “Electricity’s on, so is wi-fi, some streaming services I think, and the HOA dues are paid.” “What’s a fucking HOA?” Dean asks, bending down to look through the cabinets.  This Marlene definitely seems like the kind of well-off to have some Le Creuset.  “Don’t they measure the blades of grass in your lawn and have stupid rules about how you can decorate?” “It’s the homeowners’ association, Dean,” Cas says, sounding snooty as hell about it and staring up at the top of the cabinets like he’s trying to smite them.  There’s a dried piece of vine, probably from a plant that used to be there that no one bothered to clean up, which apparently offends Cas somehow judging by his squinty eyed frown about it. Dean opens his mouth to snark back when Sam interrupts.  He prefaces this interruption with a loud, put-upon sigh, which in Dean’s opinion is just fucking overkill.  “All the rules and regulations are in the stuff Jody forwarded to us, okay?  Solve the case quickly and I doubt you’ll be here long enough for it to matter.” “I’m willing to lick some boots, Sam—” “Dean—” “But those assholes better not say a damn thing about Baby.”  He stands up from his search of the cabinets, his bad knee twinging.  He points at his brother.  “That’s non-negotiable.” “I”m pretty sure the only parking regulation is no street parking,” Sam says. “Street parking?  She’s a damn lady, Sam, I’m not—” “Cas.”  Sam sighs again and folds his arms over his chest.  “Just make sure you know the rules, okay?  And try to keep Dean from doing anything that will cause obvious problems

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A perfect plan - III

Part II - Table of contents

Balthazar x Fem!Tav

Good evening, here is the last part. There's 🌶️🌶️🌶️ in the middle but I was too lazy to break this part in two.

Tav's motivation increased as she found in Bal an unexpected partner, her days were spent looking forward to seeing him again and sharing his embrace in the intimacy of her bedroom. She never progressed as efficiently as now, even the shadows could not stop her. It was a bit strange because her situation had not changed, but to be able to forget it for a couple of hours was doing wonders on her mind. 

This evening Bal was waiting for Tav in the Last Light Inn. It was the first time she was not here before him since he would use his corpses to spy on her and know when she was back. They had informed him she was on her way, but the day had already ended for a couple of hours without her making an appearance. Because of this, he had to play his merchant act with others, which irritated him strongly. Those lovers of nature were so stupid it was nerve-wracking!  There was no point in him wasting his precious time here if he could not play with his little toy. She was the only thing of interest around here, and he could not wait for the day he would break her meticulously apart. It was now just a matter of days, weeks at most, so it made it even more infuriating not to be able to test and bend her more. 

He finally left the place, annoyed to have wasted his precious time. 

“You should have seen her when I smashed her with my halberd!” A giant tiefling boasted in a loud and proud voice just in front of him and the tavern.

“Sorry but I was a bit busy healing your ass without dying myself”, grumbled a half-elf.

“You both did a great job”, a big, muscular wood elf patted their heads. 

“I will never look at coins the same way now”, jocked another tiefling.

“Haha true”, laughed the first one before stopping in front of Bal. “Ooh, good evening little man.” 

She then turned towards Tav with a very implicit smirk as the paladin ignored her by walking past her to reach the merchant. 

“Good evening Bal”, she saluted him too.

He frowned, Karlach’s little spike could not mean less to him, but Tav’s aspect was unexpectedly fueling his annoyance: her armour had holes all over, some particularly alarming on her chest, but even if her skin was as clean as the day she was born, her red was paler than usual.

“We ran out of potion, and mana”, she shrugged as she noticed his glare, “at least we got more than enough gold to buy far better armour.”

“It seemed I took you for more clever than you truly are”, he snorted unhappily, “your boldness in front of danger only spells stupidity.”

A heavy silence fell on the five people reunited in front of the inn. 

“We’ll go first”, Halsin suddenly declared after exchanging glances with Karlach and Shadowheart. “We’ll see you tomorrow”.

And without waiting for an answer, they rushed to the camp, leaving Tav and Bal finally alone. The merchant still felt angry, it was as if all his efforts of the previous months had been for nothing as the woman he had thought being a threat could in fact be easily beaten thanks to her immaturity in front of danger. He opened his mouth to voice his mind but was interrupted by Tav suddenly slamming her hand on the door behind him. She had cornered him against him, using her body to block him.

“What do you think you are doing?” He scoffed to hide the sudden jolt that had struck him.

How could that toy pull such a reaction out of him when he should just have discarded it without hesitation?

“Bal…”, she leaned to his left ear, leaving her voice to sink deeper in his head, “the only thing that is keeping me together right now is to know that I can find you here when I come back. So if you really think those words just leave…”, her voice was soft like honey but her intonation left some daggers to be felt.

Then, Tav left her head resting on his shoulder, her nose tickling his neck. Her last words were craving new marks on his skin, invisible ones. She needed him ? That was marvellous, exactly what he needed, no, what he wanted. His toy was at his mercy… He grabbed her hair to pull her head back before kissing her. As if it was the signal she was waiting for, Tav’s hunger awakened. He fought for control over her mouth, imposing his tongue through her lips, preventing her from parting apart with his hand. He kept going at it until he heard her moan slightly. His awareness was jolted awake, no matter how much he wanted to hear her sing right now, there was no way he would share it with anyone else. So he finally let go of her, she looked at him with a smile, her lips shining with his saliva. She took his hand, as she used to and led him to her bedroom.

There, they got rid of his clothes first, before dealing with her armour. It was so damaged that they had to cut or force open some parts. Piece by piece, Bal witnessed all the bruises the healing had not dealt with, leaving Tav’s body like a strange canvas. 

“Such unnecessary heroism”, the merchant commented with a grimace.

“I needed to come back here quickly,” she playfully justified.

She squeezed her body against his, before kissing him with enthusiasm. Bal decided to press on all her dark spots with a hand while the other one was forcing her to keep kissing him. Tav winced out of surprise, the pain dissolving in the man's mouth.  Her reaction pleased him greatly as he went harder to make her desperately cling to his shoulders. Her legs could barely hold her as tears were building in the corner of her eyes.

“Hold on tightly my little toy”, he advised her while releasing her head before pushing her against a wall. 

With a surface on her back and Bal's head between her hands, Tav was able to stay standing on her two legs. The pain that had almost overtaken came back again, except this time her torturer used his second hand to play with her vagina. Her moan instantly went louder as his fingers played at the same time with her bruises and her clit. 

“Bal… it hurts”, Tav winced against his lips.

“You can only blame yourself for what you're enduring, Doll”, he wickedly claimed with a smile.

It was intoxicating to see Tav reduced to a plaything between his fingers, far more satisfying than anything he had ever experienced. As he scientist he had never been an adept of torture or free pain, everything he had ever done had a reason, an objective. But here, now, he only wanted to hear what kind of lecherous sounds she could make, to see her beg for him… For now, her cheeks were bright red, her mouth gasping for air and her eyes shining with tears, it was a marvellous sight. He could feel her legs shaking around his arm, her hands desperately holding onto him…

“You do not look in that much pain”, he sneered. “You're such a naughty Toy…”

Every time she looked close to her pick, her body tensing, her breath locked in her throat, he would squeeze her injury, earning a deep cry mixed with pain and pleasure. 

“Please Bal let me cum”, Tav ended up begging after another unfulfilled close-up of her climax. 

She was so desperate to get what she wanted! All pride or self-esteem were long forgotten as she felt that she was going to cum at any moment without any lovely stimulation. 

“What an exquisite plea, I could get used to hearing you beg me like this Doll”, Bal whispered in a low, hot voice as his own arousal was starting to take a toll on him, “go one then, beg, pray, implore me for your release…”

“Bal… Please, make me cum”, Tav supplicated, “please, please, I beg you…”

The man pushed his body against hers, his head in her neck to hear better her supplication, his left hand digging into the bruise on her right hips, his right hand playing skillfully with her clit. Her words instantly stopped to be coherent as she was trying to keep begging but now there was a mix of gratitude in it. Suddenly she clenched her hands, her body impaling itself on his hands, and a long, deep moan escaped from her mouth. 

They stayed like this for a moment, Bal basking in the delicious fragile state of Tav. She felt so feeble under his hands, he never wanted to let it go. But suddenly, a strong push shoved him on the bed. 

“You get back quickly on your feet hero”, he scoffed when admiring the paladin standing in front of the bed with eyes shining with excitement. 

He lay his back against the headboard, his cock standing proudly up, even throbbing out of anticipation.

“Do not underestimate me”, she shrugged, “I hope you're ready because you're not leaving here before I say it…”

Before he could answer anything to her, she climbed on him, impaling herself on his manhood before starting a hungry pace. Except this time he was ready, he grabbed her hair in one hand, her hip with the other and started to fuck her properly with large movement. 

“That's so good”, Tav babbled her hands scratching his belly to help her ride his crazy pace.

Bal grunted, as much as he wanted to pummelled bravely, the sensation was overwhelming him. He had underestimated his own arousal since just seeing his cock slide out and in her pretty cunt was enough to squeeze his inners. 

“You're such a treat”, he praised her, “look how you take so lovingly my dick, you love it right? You love how I fuck you!” Each sentence was punctuated by a rough stab. “Say it Doll!”

Tav was already sinking in a white world where only tampered sounds and lights tricking pleasure could reach her. As she was crushed by the sensations left at the hands of Bal, she answered without thinking, only desperate for him to keep going. 

“I like it Bal”, she blathered, her eyes half-closed, her pussy squeezing his shaft, “I like it, Bal…”

Stimulated by her confession, he let go of her hair to play once again with her clit. Her reaction was immediate, she gasped and grabbed his arm to the point of pain. Rather to displease him, it helped him in keeping his climax at bay long enough to make her cum on his fingers.

“I like it so much Bal”, she whispered as she rode her pleasure before slowly laying on his chest, “I like you.”

She then started to kiss him after biting his lips. This position allowed the man more freedom, so he did not hesitate. This time he grabbed her hips harshly to pound senselessly in her cunt. All thoughts had left his mind, as he focused only on his release. 

I like you.

He grunted loudly as the successive waves hit him. His hands stayed locked on Tav's hips, but she did not seem to mind since she simply let her head rest on his chest. 

I like you.

The sentence kept haunting his mind but the only thing Bal let himself think about what just happened was that his plan had finally succeeded. 

☠️

Tav put back her sword in its sheath. Around her, Halsin, Karlach and Shadowheart were doing the same, looting some coins on the way before looking at the skeletons waiting for them in front of the door. 

“Should we make a bet about who's behind?” Karlach offered. 

“I don't think it will be necessary”, Shadowheart replied with a smirk as the door was opened by the skeletons.

The group of four stumbled on the strangest sight. The temple of Shar had been odd but this was unexpected. The shelves were full of strange bocals, grotesque undead creatures, the altar covered with corpse remains, and overlooking all this a man with a bloody-scared grey face half-covered by a hood. 

“Finally we can meet without any artifices, hero of the light”, he boasted with a dramatic gesture of his hands. “I am Balthazar, chief advisor of General Thorm, and entrusted with a mission of utmost importance.”

His smile transpired of self-satisfaction, dripping confidence, shining with expectations. He dissected the raising of her eyebrows, the movement of her eyes checking his face, the tremor of her lips as she was about to speak. What will she say? Would it be anger, surprise, disgust? Everything he had done those last few months had been in preparation for this moment! He would use her disarray to take advantage, to reduce her as nothing more than a pawn in his skilful hand. His arms spread as to welcome her first words : 

“It’s good to see you again Bal”, she smiled.

“There’s no need for your bravado, hero”, he insisted in front of her lack of reaction. “Enlighten me, what does one feel when faced with a horrific truth?” 

His hands clenched in fists as he closed his arms. She could try as much as she wanted to mock him, but the reactions of her companions were giving it away. The disgust on Shadowheart’s face was the most obvious but Karlach and Halsin could not hide their surprise either.

“What do I feel?” Tav wondered out loud before passing a hand in her hair. “Shame I guess? For keeping the truth from you, to be honest, I never told you because it was not putting me in a flattering position…”

The paladin walked closer as Balthazar was scoffing from complacency from seeing her reduced to pouting nonsense. He stared at her as she stopped across the altar to close an eye and point the other with one finger.

“This little thing can see through all invisible, modified appearances. In other words: you can't hide me shit.”

Balthazar's smile froze unpleasantly in front of the underlying of her explanation.

“So about a bet?” Karlach broke the heavy silence that had been installed in the room. 

“I don't understand how we even ended up in that mess”, Shadowheart sighed disenchanted. 

“I'm certain they will sort this out”, Halsin assured kindly.

Tav turned her back to stare at her companions as she was trying to put holes through their skulls. Sometimes she was not sure if they were skilled warriors or just annoyed and annoying children with an unhealthy inclination for bet. 

“Maybe we should continue this discussion without the ki…”, she paused to look at the necromancer's minions. “Urrr… bystanders…”

The horrified and undignified gasps of her friends made her raise her eyebrows with amusement. The reaction on Balthazar's end was less light-hearted.

“I’m a necromancer, why would I give up on my advantage?” He sneered while crossing his fingers in front of him. 

"I’ll give up my sword if it can make it even”, she graciously offered before handing down her weapon to the biggest undead at her left. 

Halsin and Shadoweart tensed, clearly unhappy to see their friend unharmed in front of an obvious threat. But Karlach simply laughed it out while dragging the others outside the room with her. In front of this development, Balthazar's unhappiness did not disappear, but he finally and reluctantly waved to his undead who cleared out too. 

He stared at Tav, running his fingers on the altar as to find something to canalise his agitation. How could the situation have landed so far from his expectations? How could he have not noticed her skill? Or rather why had she played along if she already knew the truth? He liked to challenge his intellect, but here it was as if the mystery was not from the reasoning side.

“Alone at least”, Tav sighed.

Her shoulders dropped a bit, a thing he had noticed her to do when no longer people were looking up to her around. 

“You got what you wanted, now indulge me by revealing to me your true agenda”, he asked her unpleasantly.

He had never felt so tense for a long time. Usually, it would be easy: either he was dealing with slaves he could do whatever he wanted with, or he would simply annihilate anyone mad enough to try challenging him. Except here he could not tell in which category he was.

“I want to get rid of the thing in my head, but you already knew that”, she recalled while slowly walking around the altar. “Just as I told you, I already knew who you were. No, not exactly. I always knew what you looked like. I figured out who you really were not so long ago.” She stopped in front of him before gently taking off his shroud. “After the first time we spent our first night together…”

“I thought you were a paladin? Is it not against your vow to involve yourself with the enemy?” He scoffed with bitter irony.

“I'm an oathbreaker”, she shrugged despite the shadow in her eyes. “I care about only one thing: to stay with those who are important to me. The rest can burn for what I care…”

Balthazar felt her hand on his cheek, unable to even walk away, he let her reveal his face and even touch it. His breath shortened, as he wondered what trick she was using to keep him under her spell like this. 

“I am currently planning to end the world you know ?” He pointed out.

“Then I'm going to stop you”, Tav smiled. “What would be the point to end the world, you would no longer be able to challenge yourself.” 

“How presumptuous of you to think you would stop me!”

“I like you Bal”, Tav revealed without letting go of his face.

Strangely, he felt relieved. So it was not something spurred out in the heat of the moment. He stared as she leaned forward until their lips touched. The feeling was softer than ever before, it made him melt inside. Then Tav's blood mixed with his saliva. 

“That hurt”, Tav scoffed before taking a couple of steps back while wiping the red on her mouth. 

“I will never turn my back on General Thorm, I am his trusted advisor”, Balthazar proclaimed vigorously. “Your world will never accept me, as it did before. Your honey words are nothing but a pitiful temptation!”

He supported Tav's strange two-coloured eyes, ignoring the pounding in his chest as the precious liquid odour was making his head sing for more. Squeezing the dagger in his hand helped him strengthen his determination. There was no turning back no…

“I respect your will”, Tav finally smiled but this time there was something else in her face as she was forcing herself. “But can you tell me why you stabbed me where it did no damage except for the little blood? I'm sure an expert like you can easily find the perfect spot to kill someone or wound him to death, except you did not.” 

For a second there was only both of their loud breathing in the room.

“I’m going to die any day now, but I will not give away my life either. However, if I am to live, I will do it on my own accord. Come with me, I'll show you what's possible, we'll find a place where we can be ourselves.”

She walked back to him, ignoring the dagger still in his hand. Then she gently took his head between her hands. 

“Tell me you don't want it, tell me you don't like me and we should fight to death right now”, she offered him. 

Balthazar chuckled in front of her stupidity, as he was going to simply trust her and… All his bravado stayed stuck in his throat as he simply let her come closer to the point where their lips were almost kissing.

“I won't force you this time if you want to, come get it…”

He grunted, not amused by her audacity but still crossed the last millimetres to be able to finally feel her lips again. The taste of blood was still lingering except this time he did not have time to think about what to do as Tav promptly took the upper hand. She put her right hand behind his hand to deepen their kiss, while skillfully pushing him against the altar and her other hand went to grab his hand with the dagger as they intertwined their fingers against the handle. The necromancer grabbed a leather strip of her armour to prevent him from falling as they were forgetting any restraint. 

“Shall I take it as a surrender on your part?” Tav asked, her lips shining as she looked down at him.

“You shall do nothing of the sort, however, keep going on and I will see what can be done…”

“You silvered tongue”, she hummed before happily resuming her action.

☠️

“So a free shot for everyone?” Karlach offered her bottle to her companions and the skeletons as they had started a bonfire in front of the door.

The end 

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Go Into The Dark / ISWM pt 1 fic w/ paranoid Captain, Chapter 2

ao3:

Previous chapter, Ch. 1:

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The planet is unfairly gorgeous, but such beauty could be hiding dangers. You eye the rocky outcroppings in the distance, too hilly to be considered proper mountains.

"Come on, Captain!" Mark calls to you a few steps ahead, and you frown at the back of his head. If only you could die and reset, and find some way to prevent Mark from coming down to the planet with you...

No. There are too many variables. You have no idea why the ship didn't malfunction this time. It would be impossible to replicate what may be the best reset yet.

No! Even a single person dying is NOT an option.

"Oh, Captain, look!" Mark breathes in wonder, and your head snaps around quickly in alarm.

There is danger in beauty, you had thought earlier. You raced to Mark's side.

But there is no danger. Your Head Engineer is pointing to a wide valley with a variety of greenery and gentle rivers. It is quite literally, the most ideal place to start a new civilization.

You hate it. You hate that everything is so perfect. It isn't right. Where's the other shoe? How long will it linger over your head, waiting to drop at the worse moment and destroy this idyllic paradise?

Mark pulls out his communicator, calling the rest of the crew with glee. You let him. This valley looks defensible, and perhaps while your crew is safe here, building a place to stay, you can scour the rest of the planet for dangers.

"Captain?" You turn your head away from the surroundings to face him again.

Mark looks nervous. "...Are... are you alright?"

"Of course I am," You reply immediately in a comforting tone. Your crew can NOT pick up on the dangers. Your guard is always up, They wouldn't suspect a thing. But the whole crew on guard? They would know.

Mark doesn't look convinced. "So we can wake the colonists?"

"Not yet." Your screen on your forearm gives you a notification; the crew is preparing to come down, as per Mark's orders. You whip your head around, scanning the horizon wildly.

"No, no, no," you mutter. You take your helmet off with a whoosh of air, and Mark stares at you in surprise.

"Captain?" You take in several frantic breaths. The crew scanned the air, said it was good for breathing. Mark doesn't have a helmet. But you have to maker sure. What if there's something in the air your crew didn't see?

You take a step forward and you can feel the soft dirt beneath your boots. The dirt. Even this dirt could be dangerous. There could be bacteria, microorganisms, or unknown chemicals in the dirt. You know some of the colonists in cryo-sleep are children. Children don't think, they would just shovel this dirt into their maws and get sick! They could die!

"Huh? The dirt's fine, Cap," Mark says, and you ignore the fact that you had apparently been speaking aloud without noticing, instead bending down to grab a handful of the rich soil.

You open your shovel and throw some dirt in.

"Stop that!" says Mark, alarmed, but you ignore him. It tastes like dirt from back home. Good for farming, full of everything a plant could need to thrive. It's grit scrapes down your throat.

"Captain!" Mark barks. "What are you doing? Spit it out!" Children would eat more than one handful. Maybe there's something in the soil that needs a larger quantity to be digested in order to get sick from it. You stuff more dirt in your mouth. It's thick and moist from a recent rain shower- the crew says it rains here! What if the rainwater isn't clean enough, like back at home? Maybe the rainwater in the dirt could kill someone.

Mark smacks the back of your unprotected head, sending the dark soil flying out of your mouth in clumps.

"We'll just test it more!" He cries out, dismayed. "Captain, what would we do if you got sick from eating dirt?!"

Oh. Oh, your brilliant head engineer. He's right, of course. They would surely attack if you were down, sick from protecting your crew. There are safer ways to do this, of course. Of course! Extensive testing.

You stand up and brush the dirt away from your mouth.

"Right," You say numbly, and go back to scanning the valley for dangers. You can hear the humming of engines as your crew comes down to the planet in carriers.

Mark looks distressed. You wonder if news of the Captain eating dirt would distress the other members of the crew.

"Can you not tell this about anyone?" You ask. You turn and head towards where your crew is landing in the valley, not waiting for a response. You trust your head engineer. He won't tell a soul.

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they shouldn't have gotten caught up in this.

atop a boulder sits a large creature- canine in nature, but to the naked eye it surely looked like the monster it currently thought itself to be. tears stream down matted fur. in large paws it cradles the broken, battered, barely breathing frame of some poor soul who had wandered too close. she didn't mean to do it, yet she had still mauled them the second they stepped within smelling distance of her territory for the night.

the beast pushes back hair from their face. she feels the sorrow now, muddled and confusing, but ever present. a part of her wishes to tear them limb from limb truth be told. that dark, monstrous side she often times finds herself disgusted with. loni doesn't wish to harm people, but ah when the wolf calls for blood it's so hard to ignore it.

obviously, tonight was one of those times.

a slave to instinct she was, and now someone had lost their life as a result. she promises them she'll make amends- she'll pay for their kids college, the funeral, home, whatever she needs to. she'll make sure their family or whoever their loved ones are have something good come of their death. she doubts it means much, but she hopes she can make them understand she hadn't meant for this to happen.

when they take their last breath she carefully puts them down on a bed made of leaves and flowers. she put it together while they lie dying in her arms. again it was the least she could do- provide them some beauty in their final moments. for several moments she stares at them. it's sad really. take away the crimson and they would have just appeared to be sleeping.

"I'm... sORrY... yOU deSErvEd... beTtEr... thaN tHIs..."

It hurt, Genpachi wasn't sure what was going on from the moment he stepped from the camping spot for an emergency pee but the moment he finished his work and apologised to the tree roots that turned into his toilet - he was no longer upright. Scattered on the ground, pain blinding his vision and his ears ringing with something fluid like… The smell was choking him, wet dog, iron, earth, urine… It was pretty horrid. A blend he didn't think he'd ever be down to inhaling but here he was…

Calm - strangely enough even though he knew something was completely wrong. Fire in his arms, his legs felt like lead --- and twisted in directions that shouldn't be the way they bend. His lashes fluttered, one eye wetting over from debris inside it making his lid flutter on reflex to rid of it. The stars were pretty cool here though… Strange that it was like this though. He hopes nii-san can see the stars too from his tent. It was pretty cool, vibrant and purpish black over head.

Inhaling felt wet, exhaling felt even worse, but it only registered that his eyes had closed after a while when he felt himself be lifted. Agony shot through his broken limbs. Numbness, through his hips, his head hung back, his arms swayed, his legs deadweight. Oh… Oh, was he dying? Was this what it felt like? Death on his doorstep kind of feeling? Pachi could only take in the dog muzzle above him, shadowed by the moons glow - outlined in nothing but etheral light but it didn't take away the fact that this was a monster.

A crying one.

One that spoke.

It hurt, because, it wasn't what he was wanting in his final moments. Pachi could feel the blackness crawling over his sight, his panicked inhales caused wet coughs and in turn more pain to shot through his shattered skeleton but he couldn't speak. Heaving blood from punctured lungs, ruptured stomach, broken spine and twisted legs… He was in so much pain, but he was being cried over by the monster that caused it.

How cruel.

How fucking cruel.

His brother was out there, waiting for him to come back. To talk more before sleeping under the stars for their small weekend get away…

Instead, instead, Genjiro was going to be finding him gone? Missing? Pachi didn't know but he felt so tired now, hacking air out his mouth, he gritted his teeth and allowed his tears to drip rivers down his temples as he shut down. Turning away from the monster and instead to the stars… Feeling the caress of darkness take him away in silence.

Nii-san... I'm scared.

[balillee]

more things

gran gran's veneers are really offputting

i do like the decision to make zuko's crew the 41st division. i don't think it's enough considering he didn't choose to take the 41st division with him (ozai forced him to take them), but it's just enough compassion for others that keeps me believing that zuko is still somewhat zuko. still can't forgive the change of him fighting ozai, however.

zuko doesn't go completely rogue and try kidnapping aang in the north

hated yue's wig. and zhao's

no inclusion of the northern air temple story SUCKS ASS. like the whole working of the mechanist into omashu was actually kind of smart if you ignore the fact that teo has no reason to learn to start flying if he has no relationship to air nomad culture, but you do lose the story about aang accepting that a group of earthbenders wanted to preserve and respect parts of his lost culture.

the scene at the end of the first episode where aang enters the avatar state after finding gyatso's body shouldn't have me cackling. you can't cut between gyatso looking like he's standing in front of god to a really awful cgi double of gordan cormier and expect me to not giggle

gran gran speaks fluent yapanese. i do not need her consistent expo dumps that are just word-for-word the intro to the cartoon. it's forced in and it's weird

don't expect me to care about momo nearly dying if you're not going to include him for more than three seconds at a time every other episode for the sole purpose of having thought of a momo-related joke

the earthbending looks lame. it should be quick, and strong. in the new show, exactly the same as the movie, earthbending feels a little too laboured all the time, and if by season 2 toph is pulling the same laboured movements, I AM GONE

in the same vein, waterbending just looks off to me. it's portrayed simultaneously as cutesy little splashes of water, but also like it should really hurt and has the power to push one or more people to the ground when it doesn't look like it could. this makes me scared for when/if (hopefully not if) they introduce hama later on.

mai doesn't sound nearly as bored as she should be

hakoda's a dick. sokka's most traumatic moment isn't his dad not believing in him, it's his dad placing the responsibility of wolf cove on the shoulders of a thirteen year old boy with no experience and then disappearing without a trace. hakoda may have understood that his son was just a kid with big ambitions and a big heart who wasn't ready for what he was about to be told, but he also believed his son could live up to that task and truly believed that sokka was capable of being a warrior.

bumi is kinda creepy to me in the new show. maybe it's just the armpit wigs that make me want to cry, but something about him gives off more 'creepy great-uncle' more than 'kooky, intelligent king'. also aang figured out that it was bumi far too early, and bumi's argument with aang was stupid. they're friends. bumi should not give aang the decision to either kill him or himself, it paints him more as a threat than as a, yet again, member of the order of the white lotus. let's hope they don't fuck up piandao the same way

ian oussley looks scarily like sokka

no inclusion of the reason why aang became a master airbender being because he created the airball technique. instead, apparently the other young air nomads were afraid of how naturally powerful he was, which was weird. maybe him being a young prodigy is meant to be a nod to him feeling like his bending could endanger others (JEONG JEONG EPISODE MENTION :O), but no. he was just a normal airbender kid.

the airbending and the firebending does look good. i think zuko's firebending is a little too slow, and it CRIMINALLY doesn't include his breakdancing, but it's otherwise really good. also ozai shouldn't be firebending so early on and so frequently. i think we see him firebend in the original in no more than like, five episodes. it's meant to be sparse because we're meant to be afraid of what the firelord is truly capable of.

at least they pronounced all the names correctly. no 'ong', no 'eeroh', no 'sohka'.

the casting for jet was kinda perfect. while i don't think they did the jet story right since it never included sokka distrusting him from the start, i think they captured the whole first intro to jet's character pretty well, the basic concept being 'dreamy looking guy that katara seems to trust a little too easily turns out to be a horrifically traumatised teenager who cares not for the collateral damage of his acts of terrorism'. jet's actor does that pretty well, and i did like the inclusion of the little straw he chews on, and hopefully when jet comes back and gets brainwashed in ba sing se he loses it (which was meant to be a tell that something was off with him).

the blue spirit was done well. the mask looked really good, and i think the whole episode was only lost on me because i know that zuko is the blue spirit because i'd watched the original show. had i not, it would have been the sickest shit, but then again when you copy the original so well, you can't fuck up. once again - THE GUIDELINE IS GOOD. FOLLOW THE GUIDELINE!!!!!!!!

had to turn back to tumblr after a year of not using it to hate on the new atla adaptation

a few things

speedrunning through half of the story with the fire nation family is not a good idea, actually. lu ten was introduced far too early, and with it you delve into iroh's backstory, motivations and true character before you've even fully developed the whole 'silly old spiritual man who prefers tea and hanging out with his nephew over hunting down an 11-year old air nomad'. the lu ten funeral scene was fine as an addition, but it's not something for book 1. learning about lu ten is something we do in book 2 as it compliments the developing relationship between iroh and zuko with the fire nation as a whole. also, iroh seems a lot less cool. the show commits the grievous literary sin of always telling rather than showing, and by continuously telling us 'he's the famed general iroh, dragon of the west' you're not actually accomplishing anything. let him redirect some lightning you fucking cowards.

azula also seemed to exist for no reason. any of the correspondences to azula from zhao could have bypassed her entirely and could have gone straight to ozai or even the fire sages. she exists in season 1 purely to rush through explaining zuko and iroh far too early. the show exists as a guideline. FOLLOW THE GUIDELINE. THE GUIDELINE IS GOOD. EVERYONE KNOWS THE GUIDELINE IS GOOD. also make her fire blue. cowards

aang does not waterbend for the entire season, which means the window of opportunity for him to learn to bend the other elements before the arrival of sozin's comet is even shorter than in the original show. even the original aang, who the netflix adaptation changed because he was 'too childish and always goofing off instead of getting to the point' understood his responsibilities to learn the elements better than this new live action version - part of the reason for the gang to get to the northern water tribe was to find aang a teacher (not just katara), master pakku, because katara was not capable of teaching him at her novice waterbending level but even so they were still seen practicing together on multiple occasions.

this brings me to my next point. WHERE THE FUCK IS JEONG JEONG. aang in the original series understood the urgency of defeating the firelord before sozin's comet after speaking to roku very early on, not as late as depicted in the adaptation. currently, the gang don't even know that they're on a time crunch, and yet still the show refuses to let them take their time by going on side adventures. this leads into the episode where aang meets jeong jeong and tries to learn to firebend before he's even started earthbending at all, because he's still scared that he only has a year to master the elements. he burns katara while trying, which is the reason she learned she had the power to heal with her waterbending, we see how fucking sick jeong jeong is at firebending for the first time during the fight with zhao, and aang swears off learning firebending at all, which is one of his main points of conflict leading all the way into book 3. if we skip that whole episode, we have skipped meeting one of the members of the order of the white lotus. the show could think it's slick by omitting him to just have iroh as the white lotus' firebender, but that's possibly one of the worst changes they've made. the deserter was not a filler episode.

i know a lot of people were talking about this before the show even came out, but sokka is not sokka. in book 1, sokka is three things - funny, overconfident and sexist. in the live adaptation, he is kind of one of those three things. part of why sokka's arc is one of my personal favourites from the original show is the stark change you see from the start to the end of his story - he believes himself a leader but has no real tactical or combative experience despite telling all the fighters and warriors he meets about how impressive he is. and then at the end of the show he is a definitively strong leader, shown by leading the assault on the fire nation armada - his team being two of the show's most competent female characters, who he trusts and respects with his life. by omitting these traits from sokka's character, you remove a big part of why he's even there in the first place - his arc's beginning allows him to become the fearless leader that lead his team to defeating the fire nation army.

i also hate that aang meets monk gyatso in the spirit world. a big part of aang's conflict about running away is that there exists nobody in the world who can tell him that what happened to the air nomads was not his fault, and that there was nothing aang could do to stop it if he was there. the new adaptation decides against the inclusion of one of aang's primary internal conflicts by changing the 'running away from his responsibilities as the avatar because he's a terrified child' to 'getting some air', and then throws in meeting the spirit of monk gyatso to tell him all of these things that aang needs to learn on his own. once again, telling rather than showing.

and finally, my least favourite change - the agni kai. part of the reason why i personally think the agni kai is so significant to zuko's story is the fact that zuko intentionally refuses to fight. in the adaptation, zuko fights back against his father, and his father scars him simply because zuko hesitates. in the original series, zuko bows to his father and pleads for mercy, and refuses to fight at all, and that is when it cuts away to iroh and azula's very differing reactions to the altercation, zuko screaming in the background. the setting also irritates me, because in the original, the agni kai was a public spectacle for hundreds to see in an ominous chamber, while in the new show it looked like just a regular old family gathering in the sun. zuko's adaptation scar i also hate because it doesn't even look like a scar. it looks like a birthmark, or at best, a black eye. if you hadn't seen the original, you would only know that it's a scar because the show tells you that it's a scar. zuko's scar in the animated series is a definite physical deformation of his face, his face looks red and raw, and his eye is smaller likely due to how the tissue healed, and as the show goes on you learn that the severity of his physical scars reflect the severity of his emotional ones. the original show does a brilliant job at showing how, just through the scar and the banishment alone, that despite zuko's beliefs, his father has betrayed him time and time again.

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

Imagine if you will. Post Vecna, Steve and Eddie have been circling each other like vultures all summer, but neither one of them will do anything about it because Steve is convinced the minute he does, he will Fuck It Up the way he always does, and Eddie is just waiting for the day Steve gets another thump on the head and realizes he's been wasting his time with the Town Freak.

Yeah, they flirt. Of course Eddie flirts , but Steve isn't as stupid as people think he is. He knows that Eddie is just Like That, right? Sure, Eddie smiles at him in that way he does, throws his arm around Steve's shoulder, grabs his hand and drags him around like it's completely and totally normal to just hold your bros hand like that because of course it is. Why wouldn't it? Entirely pushing away the fact that it's like he can feel Eddie's fingers, the cool metal of his rings catching against Steve's palm even after he's let go. Like a phantom limb that itches and itches and no matter how hard he tries to ignore it, he knows he'll never actually get any relief.

Robin holds his hand all the time, so Steve tells himself it doesn't actually mean anything.

Because it can't.

Until one night in August when the temperatures are so high and the air is so humid you can practically drink it, and Eddie's invited himself to spend the night because, "What are rich friends for if not to steal their air conditioning. Plus look at me, Stevie! I'm practically melting."

"I was gonna go with poodle that got electrocuted, but yeah...melted works too, Munson."

Steve ignores the fact that Eddie's grin, the way he smiles so big, sometimes it's like those pretty doe eyes of his complete disappear. How something so fucking adorable could also make him feel like there are splinters in his heart, Steve doesn't know.

He's just going to chalk it up to the Munson Effect and just pretend like he doesn't feel a little like dying later when Steve is in the ensuite brushing his teeth, and if he's been hiding in here for the last ten minutes or so probably brushing the fucking enamal off his teeth, that's between him, God, and his dentist, okay?

It's not like Eddie hasn't spent the night before. Most of the time, they pass out stoned on the couch before they ever make it to an actual bed. But tonight, after three joints and a four hour movie marathon, Steve's back could not take another night on the couch bending his spine in the most obscene ways just to avoid accidentally cuddling the shit out of Eddie like his hindbrain seems to always be screaming at him to.

Eddie had simply shrugged, grinned, and followed him upstairs without comment or complaint.

And that's why Steve is having a breakdown in front of his sink right now, because he just doesn't think Sleepy Steve can be trusted not to complete lose his fucking mind.

Not when Eddie is out there in his room, sprawled on his bed because Steve had been left shaking his head and sighing when he'd watched the metalhead take a running leap and belly flop onto Steve's hideous comforter.

("Gingham should be made illegal just for your sake, Stevie. This is just cruel and unusual punishment, man.")

But it's fine. He's fine. He's in on the joke, he gets it.

Until he finally feels steady enough to open the bathroom door to see Eddie exactly in the position Steve'd thought he'd be.

Only suddenly everything is very much Not A Joke, because, yeah, of course he'd told Eddie he could borrow some pajamas, because Eddie never remembers to bring his own.

He's just not sure how his old letterman jacket counts as, you know, that.

Just like he knows that Eddie is going to take one look at his face right now, because basically it feels like someone's reached inside and cut one of his fucking wires or something, and know.

A normal person would probably say something, but Steve has buckets of brain damage he can blame for what he does next, thankfully,because in the span of, like thirty seconds, Steve finds himself practically on top of Eddie, hands on either side of the guy's absolutely ridiculous curls.

Of course, now that some oxygen has apparently made its way around to some of his braincells, Steve realizes how fucked up it is that he's just tackled Eddie liked this and oh my god how the fuck is he going to explain this when the only true explanation he has is just, "I want to fuck you so bad I think I've actually made myself dumber."

"Thank fucking christ, Harrington. I thought about, you know, just the jacket and nothing else but it seemed a little too on-the-nose, so I--"

There is a split second of pure, blind panic because what the fuck what the fuck oh my god he said all of that out loud?

"Wow, I really did make you lose some of those precious braincells of yours. You think if you fuck me tonight, you'll get them back? Like...reverse osmosis or some--"

Steve decides to just go ahead and shove his tongue in Eddie's mouth before either one of them can say anything else to screw it up.

Because god knows he's fucking waited long enough.

They both have, apparently.

[miioouu]

7-Hate Sex: Sakusa Kiyoomi

His name made you want to vomit. The sound of his voice made you want to hurl. The sight of him made you shiver in disgust. There’s only one word to describe what you felt towards Sakusa; you loathed him! You hated the way he walked around like he’s the best human that has ever marched on this earth, and you hated how he specifically looked at you, with nothing but pure repugnance on his face. Why though, you never knew. 

And if you were to discover the truth behind his feelings, how would you react? If you were to know that the disgust he showed you was more aimed at his own thoughts than just your mere existence, how would you deal with it? In reality, Sakusa didn’t find you neither gross, nor repulsive. In fact, he can’t help the dirty images he has of you every night, it’s your fault anyway for wearing those jeans that accentuated every curve. He can’t help himself at night, his hand down in his pants, jerking off at the thought of bending you over the table and fucking into, it’s your fault anyway for always running through his mind, making him forget how to be a decent human being. 

But it’s his fault too, for making you want to get on your knees and suck him off, when he stretches and his happy trail on display. It’s his fault too for making you want to hold onto his hair, pulling at it for dear life as he thrust into you, when after a match his fingers run through his hair to get it out of his face. It's his fault that every time you get back from work, you end up with fingers knuckles deep thrusting into you, wishing it was his thick digits instead. 

           Is it really hate, or is it more of an intense sexual tension? It was getting frustrating, not only for the both of you, but the people around you. The team has been going crazy over the so-called hatred, although they knew it wasn’t that; it was obvious for everyone else but you two. They couldn’t ignore the way Kiyomi licked his lips after you’re done giving him an earful, and they couldn’t ignore the way your face heated up, your thighs rubbed together when you looked up at him from your seat. The lust was so damn visible, it got them going mad. 

But what frustrated them even more was not knowing the reason why Sakusa has been over practicing lately, staying past everyone. And why did you insist on doing so much paperwork, even late in the evenings, even when they’re due for the next month? They were dying to know if there was actually something going on between the two of you or not. So it’s no surprise that one of them decided to spy on you, golden eyes peeping through the ajar doors of the locker, a hand pressed on his mouth as he watched the scene unfold before him. “Gosh you’re so annoying Sakusa, why can’t you just do what I’m telling you for once in your life?!” You tried to say annoyed, though your voice was shaking as his lips were sucking on one of your nipples, while the other was being taken care of by his nimble fingers. Your hand was running through his curls, more pulling than pushing as he pushed your back further into the bench. “Where’s the fun in doing what you’re told?” A playful tone to his words before leaving a kiss on your clit. The action made butterflies flutter in your stomach, you tried your best to keep that gasp in your throat but it was to no avail; you let out once his hands found your knees, dragging you closer to him as he finally rested them on his shoulder. He took no time to bury his face between your legs, his tongue quickly diving between your folds. He sucked and slurped at your bundle of nerves, so focused on making you cry from pleasure, his eyes never left yours. He kept looking at you from between his lashes, fluttering every time you would pull on his hair.

But you weren’t shaking yet, weren’t trembling between his arms, and that was no good for Sakusa. There’s one thing you appreciated about the man you hated and it was the fact that he was a perfectionist; he’s never done anything half-assed, once he puts his mind into it, his all devotion, he will be the best at it. And lucky for you, his new goal was you; making you scream, making you see stars, ruining you so much until no other human being can pleasure you the way he does, he wants you running back to him, he wants you to be obsessed with him. The way things are going, it looks like that mission of his might be accomplished soon. He knew the moment his fingers slid between your folds, grazing at the velvety walls that hugged him just so perfectly, it’s funny he thinks, how you were made perfectly for him. His middle and index fingers moving in a come hither motion, hitting that spongy spot inside you that made you arch your back into him, your pussy pushing into his mouth even more. You were squirming at his every touch, moving and twisting before him “Can you stop moving so much? You’re so stupid I swear.” If your mind wasn’t clouded with so much euphoria right now, you would’ve retorted, criticized his skills, although even if you could, you didn’t even have time; as soon as he pulled away from you to use his stupid words, he was right back between your thighs devouring you like starved man. His arm draped on your stomach, keeping you still as he worked on making you reach your high, and it wasn’t that far away. His fingers moving inside you at an incredible speed whilst his tongue was languidly circling at your clit, the contrast between in pace was making you go absolutely crazy, it was no surprise how fast you came; your legs stiffened, pulling him impossibly closer to you, your head was thrown back as you chanted his name like a mantra, like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

“Always talking about how much you hate me, but look at you, you can’t li-” His sentence was inputted by a flash illuminating the room, a low “Shit” echoing through the place, and as he was about to go face whoever dared interrupt his moment with you, you stopped him, sly smile on your face as you leaned up, whispering in his ear “It’s ok Omi, let’s just show them how much we really hate each other…”

[inkyquince]

content warning. Harper is a bad doctor but shh i didnt tell you that. Dubious consent, groping, Harper being a right creep and cumming hands free. Promiscuous reader.

It was something his friends teased him about constantly. Forever ignoring the questions if he ever got it on with a patient, if he became a doctor because it was his favorite porn category on the hub. If he ever accidentally popped a boner when an attractive patient had to bend over for him. While funny, Harper would never ever do something so unprofessional!

If there was something Harper was happily... It was being a professional. At the hospital, at the asylum... At the farm. He could win awards with his bedside manner!

But this was... A bit too much.

For him and for you.

Mainly for him but you seemed to be having trouble as well. Flushed and refusing to look at him at all.

"I'm sorry." He cleared his throat. "Could you repeat that?"

You looked miserable, your leg jiggling in the chair he had you sit down on. Hands folded over your lap, obscuring his view of... Yes well.

"I... I am having trouble... Getting aroused." You stuttered, looking like you wanted to dissolve into the floor.

To his credit, his mask didn't even twitch, a perfect mask. The same really couldn't be said of his cock, stirring in interest.

"Well, why don't you disrobe and put your feet up in these stirrups right here." He stood up and begun to bustle around the office, tugging a curtain back on the other half of the room to reveal a chair with attached metal stirrups, like one of the gynecologists' seats. You flushed deeper. Harper averted his eyes when you slowly begun to tug off your school clothes. He was dying to sneak a peak but the cost was too great if you caught him. After all, the rewards were sweeter if you trusted your beloved doctor body and mind. Harper saw out of his peripheries that you tidily folded you clothes, underwear tucked under the rest of your clothes. He made a note to swipe them later, quietly amused by the fact you were hiding your undies when he was about to be examining your genitals.

You softly cleared your throat and Harper turned back around, almost too eagerly. You left your school shirt on and tried your best to stretch it over your crotch, still embarrassed. Harper couldn't wait for the day you felt so comfortable you would bare your entire body to him. Maybe even playing a bit coy and looking to the side with a blush on his cheeks but the two of you knew it was all an act.

In the meantime, Harper gave you a smile and stepped closer, gripping your ankle to slip them into the stirrups. It wasn't needed at all, he just needed to give you a once over but he liked how helpless you looked with your legs spread apart like this. After securing your feet snugly, his eyes fell to your crotch, your pathetic attempts at concealing yourself barely hiding your delicious genitals. Harper felt himself grow harder.

Oh, you poor thing. All sore and puffy.

"I see the problem." Harper gave you a smile and started to reach for you before clearing his throat and tugging on his gloves. "I do believe this discomfort is from excessive... use."

Your face got more flushed as he slowly trailed his fingers over your crotch, before pausing at your hole. Poor puffy little thing. He could just imagine you getting roughly mounted, a thick cock fucking into you with gusto. Or you riding an oversized strap on, squealing and shuddering. Jesus, his doctor's coat better be properly hiding the tent in his trousers.

With a wining smile at you, he withdrew his hand just to grab some clear liquid off the side table, dousing his gloved fingers in a fine layer of lube. At your glance, Harper gave a faux-embarrassed laugh.

"Have to see if there is any tearing inside that could be causing pain."

Man, he was just lying his nose off today.

The doctor spun back around to face you, eagerly pressing his finger against your hole again, slowly pushing the tip inside. To his credit, he gave an apologetic smile as you shivered and began to "feel" around inside, quietly mesmerized by being inside of you. Finally.

Slowly but surely, his professional checking went from steadily feeling around for any tears to slowly rocking his finger in and out of you. You made soft noises of discomfort as your overused hole was reluctant to adjust to the intrusion but your heartrate jumped up anyway. You squeezed your eyes shut as his breathing got heavier. You had been in this situation countless times, face pressed against a wall while being fingered by a stranger, sweaty notes pressed into your palm. Kylar's hand sneaking into your waist band, Whitney tugging at your thigh to make you spread them in class. Even people you should trust, your headmaster making sure to drag his thumb over your hole as he spanked you, Mason quietly asking for you to return the favor of looking at you under the water, pressing his tongue against you as something else moves in the deep.

But there was something different about Harper.

You could feel his eyes trained on your face, getting off on your cute little expressions more than his own gratification. With every squish of his gloves in your abused hole, you could feel his fingers shaking, trying to reach deeper inside of you.

"Do... Doctor Harper." You whispered, unaware of the reaction this brought out.

His breath shook as he slammed his hand down on the leg rest of the chair, warmth rushing as his cock throbbed without a single touch. Cum dripped down his thigh, barely noticeable against his black trousers.

Quickly withdrawing his sticky fingers, he coughed lightly, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"I'm going to schedule to have some equipment delivered tomorrow, I have an idea on what your issue could be." Harper shakily exhaled, fighting to make sure his smile remained bright and cheerful.

You nodded, dazed and stunned, hole more sore than ever. Harper turned away as you clumsily slid your legs out from the stirrups, all the while he raised his used glove to his lips, tongue dragging over the fingers that got to explore you so deeply.

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Had he possessed his usual strength, he would have offered to carry White Cloud. Staying in one spot was not ideal when Gaudium would likely send more forces to hunt them down, and he carried the equivalent of White Cloud’s weight before. He didn’t map out how many miles he carried Edward for, but it wasn’t a small amount. Adrenaline helped then too, and the fact he knew Amestris’s layout. Unfortunately, he had little grasp of Wonderland’s terrain, and he just had to get himself shot a couple of months ago. Anymore physical activity involving his legs today would result in serious pain and possible risk of worsening his injury.

And he didn’t want his doctor or his sons getting on his case for that. Or the Lieutenant. Thankfully, no one else knew about his injury. 

White Cloud held his sword close to him almost like a child would with their favorite toy. Why would he… oh. Foggy memories of his acquaintance’s last death littered his mind. In one of them, Black Wind… he carried White Cloud with his sword directly over him. There had to be a reason he did that then, and it likely coincided with why White Cloud held the sword close to him now. They were connected. They needed to be close for reasons he couldn’t begin to comprehend.

This whole world… much of it was beyond him. Math and science couldn’t explain everything there was to Wonderland. Magic existed, and, as much as he wanted to accept that fact at face value… his mind resisted. He saw White Cloud fly. He saw his Mist at work. How he got here was nothing short of magic in and of itself. But, that didn’t stop his brain from screaming that, “No, there has to be an explanation for this! Science behind it! Something! Anything!”

His eyes traveled to the ground. How arrogant he was to think he could bend this world to his whims. Master Hawkeye warned him of the hubris that beget many alchemists, and he thought it never applied to him. Yet, here he was, trying to fit this world into his understanding of the universe. This wasn’t Amestris. This wasn’t Earth.

The sound of hacking forced him to look up to White Cloud. That… it sounded painful. It sounded like Edward. Roy reached out a hand, but held himself back. His Mist began to cloud the air, and he needed to be careful. Too much of it was dangerous. He needed to stay alert and focused. Slowly, he put his hand back to his lap, and he watched White Cloud. It was all he could do. Would White Cloud want him to touch him, rub his back to try and soothe the spasms? Would that even help? Doubtful, but he could offer… maybe? 

His voice lacked its usual clarity, weak as darkness found itself around jade eyes. 

“I’m here.” Just a brief acknowledgement that he indeed heard him. Was he about to try and argue? Was he… no, he needed to ignore that pit sitting in his stomach. This wasn’t like when he sat in the Fenmonts’ guest room with Edward. White Cloud wasn’t about to tell him he was dying. It wasn’t that… it wasn’t that dire. No need to panic. If his heart could slow down and listen to his brain, that would be great. White Cloud was probably going to tell him what he needed to look out for when it came to Gaudium forces. Yes, that was it.

No it wasn’t. He, Colonel Mustang, was a fool. What White Cloud wanted to tell him was of utmost importance, something he needed to keep to himself. How many secrets he kept—Amestris would never know. The secrets he knew wouldn’t get past his lips. White Cloud’s would be included.

“I swear to you what you tell me will stay between you and me.” Direct eye contact to ensure White Cloud could both see and hear his conviction. Makenshi could call him a liar all he wanted, and he would be right, but White Cloud was the one talking to him. White Cloud needed to see that he meant what he said. No one else would know, not even the Lieutenant. No one.

To start, White Cloud answered his question: no, he and Lady Tiamat were not all right. Everyday got a bit harder. From the way he spoke… Roy glanced down. Those were the words of a dying man. Someone who was terminally ill. Did… did anyone else know? Probably not. This wasn’t something he would want to share, and Roy could understand that to a degree. Were he in White Cloud’s shoes, he wouldn’t want to burden other people with that grief. There was only so much one could do in the face of death. White Cloud even told him that he wasn’t immortal. This… this must be his Curse for being Unlimited. 

For reasons that didn’t even make sense to him, White Cloud needed Black Wind. They were intertwined or something, right? He briefly mentioned that somewhere along the line. Maybe it had something to do with that. Either that, or it could just be as simple as wanting someone he considered a friend there for comfort, for solace. He understood that line of thought well enough. When facing impossible situations, what he wouldn’t give to have his best friend at his side—even if it was just for a sarcastic remark before everything went to hell. It would be something.

The Maken was his life. So, that fragment coming off the sword… that was a bit of his life breaking away. How? Roy wasn’t about to ask. That wasn’t important right now. What was important was that if White Cloud and the Maken were separated, there would be dire consequences. They needed to be kept together at all costs. His soul was bound to that blade, which logically shouldn’t even be possible. None of this should be possible. How was his soul bound to a—

“I’m sorry. Please forgive us.”

Those were the first words Alphonse Elric, a boy whose soul was bound to a suit of armor, ever said to him. 

He was so young then. He was still young.

The only version of Alphonse Elric Roy knew was the boy who was bound to armor, not the blond who, to his brother’s chagrin, might stand taller than him one day. And he… he was very real. 

And he was alive and in Wonderland somewhere, or so help—

If Edward Elric, genius alchemist, could bind his brother to a suit of armor when he was just a kid, why was it so impossible for him to believe that White Cloud’s soul could be bound to the Maken? As his acquaintance finished speaking, Roy nodded his head. No, not a single soul would learn of this knowledge: that White Cloud was dying or that his soul was bound to the Maken. He refused to endanger White Cloud’s life more than he already had. 

“I will protect what you just told me with my life, White Cloud, and I will do everything in my power to ensure you and the Maken are not separated. Right now, though… are you able to communicate back with Cid? Maybe he can send Black Wind to our location or transport to come get us.” He didn’t have to like Black Wind or get along with him. If White Cloud said he needed him, then that overrode his feelings on the subject. “Otherwise, what can I do to make you more comfortable for now? I'll do anything you ask.”

Eversti's tone and words are lost on him for the moment. It's too hard to get air back in his lungs and just being awake is exhausting. He's already been up and his body is already trying to shut him back down. He can't just go back to sleep out. He can't sleep this off even if that's exactly what his body wants. It costs too much energy to keep the body conscious, so of course it wants to do the only logical thing in this situation. 

Normally he would sleep for hours, if not days, because of this but they don't have that kind of time and Eversti doesn't have that kind of strength. If this happened on Black Wind's watch, they would still be moving. The Wind Warrior would have just gathered the prince up in his arms and kept trudging along regardless. There would be no stopping that man and that man would not allow the swordsman to strain himself in such a situation. He would have just silently taken command - much like he always did.  He would have the time to sleep it off then. He would have the time to rest because if it was Black Wind then he knew he would be safe to do so. 

But with Eversti it was different. It wasn't that he didn't trust the man, it was that accidents happen and the Amestrian was already injured. The Amestrian was already straining himself. He heard it earlier when they were walking before they got to town. So he couldn't rely on him for much help even if the man was promising it. He doesn't know what else to do. 

They can't stay here but they also can't leave. Eversti is injured and he, well - he's fighting to stay awake and somehow the only thing the swordsman can think to do right now is to bring himself even further down on the ground so that he is laying on his side in the hopes that maybe the world wouldn't keep spinning quite so much. He's reaching then. He's pulling the Maken into his arms to cradle it there as he brings it to press flush against his chest. Like a child cuddling a favorite toy. or a warrior that has just been laid to rest.

He just needs to keep the Maken as close as possible for now, and he can't even bring himself to get up from the place where he went down. Instead the Misterican has been reduced to returning to his side if only to avoid the spinning of the horizon and Eversti is talking about all kinds of things, now that he has the focus to listen - even if that focus is fuzzy at best.

He's talking about camping until he regains his strength and how they can fly back to the Comodeen once he does. He's talking about refusing to give up his position in searching for his sons and the Prince doesn't really have the desire to listen to him any longer. He's still taking in deep focused breaths in an attempt to refill his lungs. He's still exhaling Mist in white puffs hanging heavy in the air. The temperature around them dropping from the phenomenon and the royal can't find it in himself to care.

Eversti says he's worried but he won't make him talk about it. He says he can protect them and that he won't let anyone get near. He says a lot of things and the Misterican can tell from his words that this human can understand that something is wrong beyond the listened aliments but can he tell it's beyond the physical? He's heard rumor that humans are creatures that only believe in souls and don't understand the very basics of the universe stitching their bones together.

It was so much more than a matter of whether a living being possessed a soul or not. They have souls, whether they know it or not. Soil Souled. That is what human beings were and as such that meant they would never truly understand his plight as Soil operates oh so very differently from Mist. He could not make them understand what it was to have one's soul corrode away and he knows for a fact this all started with the absence of his Mist.

To have his Mist ripped out of him? It was the source of this entire ordeal. He knows this much to be fact.

To tell Eversti what was actually going on would not just be a show of trust but also weakness. It would be handing this man his greatest weakness. He almost did this is Herra - Kain - but only to a point. Black Wind would ring his neck himself if the Wind Warrior ever found out that he told someone where his life truly resides. Though, there is a small space in the back of the Misterican's brain replaying the sound of his Other's rumbling dulcets declaring 'The Magun is my very life. No other being may fire it.'

He's told this to others without going so far as to explain that the Dragon's Cannon was the very home of his heart. So couldn't he find a way to do this without explaining that the Maken housed his very soul? How did he phrase this for Her- Kain again?

He doesn't have much more time to think at the moment, when his lungs spasm and he finds himself only clutching the Maken tighter as he hacks and spits even more Mist into the air. He can't go on like this. He hasn't even tried to place the shard against the gem yet to assess the damage in full. He hasn't even looked at the gem.

So as his chest calms, and he thinks the horizon has stopped flipping for the most part, the prince takes his time to bring himself back up into a sitting position but yet continues to hold his sword as close to his body as physically possible. He could do this. He could explain this as simply as possible.

"Eversti. "

His voice cuts the space between them in a weak sounding crackle. There's dark rings setting starkly under jade eyes as if dirt mixed with snow pale skin.

"I need you to swear to me that everything I will tell you will stay between us. If you cannot do that then... I just need you to do this for me. Only select individuals are allowed to be privy to this information."

And the prince sets in silence for a moment to both catch his own breath and wait for confirmation of his request.

"Now then- I - I am dizzy but I am also many other things. Nauseous, hot, cold, and extremely fatigued. To answer your question from earlier. No. Lady Tiamat and I are not alright but we are managing. Every day gets a little harder but we are both capable and we will manage just fine with a little time.

Unfortunately, we don't have the time I need to recover from this. I - I need Black Wind. I need him if I am going to feel like myself again. Please don't ask me to explain. It doesn't make complete sense to even me.

But the long and short of it is, the Maken is my life. If we are apart I will pay a dire consequence. So it must remain in my presence at all times. My health will corrode the further I am from my blade. So if anything ever happens to me, I need you to make sure we stay together at all costs. Does this make sense?

My - my soul is bound to this blade. It is my very life and as such no other may wield it. This is the truth of the Maken. The same can be said of the Magun, except it is not Black Wind's soul within his weapon. He often says that we are the demons of our arms and I can't help but agree.

But Eversti - I'm serious. You can't tell this to anyone. You could endanger my life if you ever did."