#most of these slap but i felt the urge to cut off the front of my frankeberry box and add it

[bosspigeon]

my home design choices are questionable at best

[rinachains]

wc: 1.3k

contents: drabble; toji x gn!reader; suggestive, minor angst, fluff; mentions of (child) abuse; mdni

a/n: soft toji was on my mind, so i wrote this little thing; divider credits: @cafekitsune

Gentleness was a foreign concept to Toji.

He knew shoves, slaps, blows, cuts, tugs, bites - he was an assassin after all, the Sorcerer Killer, ruthless, brutal and merciless. Someone who would entertain different women if it promised him shelter and some sort of security, their pleasure becoming his until he could no longer distinguish between them. He learned to not think about it too much.

Toji could barely remember a time in which his body was free from scars, unblemished and soft to the touch. Perhaps he was born with them, like a birthmark. Destined to stay on his skin.

His entire life he believed that roughness was what he wanted, that it was simply a part of him. He knew nothing else, so he continued to seek it out, even after he left that godforsaken clan. But as he lied next to you, sharing the same bed, he wondered if he was actually born with the roughness inside him, or if he was forced to take it, shoved into his face until it melted into his head and stayed there like a parasite that feeds off him.

The high from the gambling, the money he spent mindlessly to compensate for all the years of having nothing, the sex he had to fill the strange emptiness inside him that he hadn't yet recognized and addressed - it was intoxicating, addictive, and the crash after the high was too abrupt and harsh, leaving him in a numb, disoriented state every time. But what he had with you - he didn't want it to be something temporary, Toji realized. He didn't want it to be something that would fizzle out; he wanted it to grow stronger, to become the most important aspect of his new life.

His scars never bothered him too much, he simply accepted them because he had neither the time nor the energy to be insecure. He was the picture of a confident man, brimming with cockiness. However, he couldn’t help but become too aware of them once you joined his side. His wounds may have healed, but the scars had never completely disappeared, an everlasting reminder of his past.

Toji remembered the first time he took off his shirt in front of you, exposed, involuntarily remembering the first and only time he felt true fear; when he was pushed into a dark pit by the hand of someone who shared his blood, completely lost and overwhelmed, not realizing what was going on until he felt the first blows of the invisible monsters on his small body. But he quickly got used to it, he had to in order to survive. He did the same with his job and with those women - he adapted to them and risked losing himself in the process.

Before Toji showed himself to you, he imagined you staring at him with disgust and aversion dancing in your eyes; but you held an unreadable expression, one of your hands carefully tracing the healed skin of his scars, following them as if they were constellations shining brightly in the dark sky.

You were gentle and just so patient with him, and he wondered if he would eventually get used to the softness, if it might even replace the roughness he was too familiar with.

As the two of you were lying in your bed together this early morning, the sheets rustling beneath your bodies, with a few millimeters preventing your lips from meeting, he watched as your hands reached up and your face drew closer. Instinctively, his eyebrows drew together, his muscles tensed and he felt the scar on his lip prickle, an uncomfortable itch. He waited for a scratch, a tug or a bite, something rough, something that would hurt, but all he felt was the soft plush of your lips on the scar on his own lip. The itch disappeared. His bare chest caressed by your smaller hands, free of anything harsh.

Toji had to resist the urge to hide his face in the pillow, suddenly feeling awfully coy. Goosebumps decorated his skin and it was a surprisingly pleasant feeling when a shiver ran down his spine, his dark eyelashes fluttered and his breath hitched.

He lowered his head then, removing his mouth from yours, and he breathed in your comforting scent, rubbed the pointed tip of his nose along your delicate neck and the space where it met your shoulder, not caring how needy he must appear.

“God, you smell so good.”

He nibbled at your collarbone next, carefully, relishing every single sound that left your mouth. They played like a record in his ears, over and over again. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of them, of you.

“Your hair’s getting longer again”, you muttered breathlessly, bringing a hand up to run it through his soft strands. Toji immediately leaned into your touch.

“Mhm, should I cut it?”, he asked in a muffled voice, head still buried in your neck as he continued to press ticklish kisses on your exposed skin there.

“N-no I like it”, you managed to respond, holding back a whine as you squirmed slightly. “You look pretty like this.”

You could feel his lips stretch into a smile against your neck, the amused huff he let out hitting your heated flesh.

“S’that so?” He looked up to meet your eyes again, his pupils so dilated that you could barely make out the green of his irises, cheeks tinted the most beautiful rosy shade, and shaggy hair slightly tousled, making him appear younger. Your heart fluttered at the vulnerable sight, tongue darting out to lick your lips, and his gaze dropped down for a second to follow its movement keenly. “I don’t think I’m supposed to look pretty, though.”

It's strange, he thought, how a man like him found himself in a situation like this. It shouldn’t, couldn’t, be right, he hadn't atoned for his sins, he hadn't done anything to deserve this, not after all the mess he had caused; and yet, while he was here with you, he couldn't find it in himself to care, blood rushing in his head and clouding his mind with feelings he had never experienced before. Toji now understood what people meant when they claimed that doing these things with someone you loved was a very different experience.

“Hm, but you are the prettiest to me”, you teased him, albeit with a certain sincerity in your playful tone. Your hand then wandered from his hair down to his nape, fingertips barely grazing his exposed, sensitive skin, slowly drawing circles.

Toji hissed at your ghostly touch and quickly took your wrist in his big, calloused hand. He was cautious, of course, his fingers not applying any serious pressure. “Touch me properly or I’ll die if you continue this.”

You raised a brow, amusement contouring your face, and tilted your head. “That’s quite dramatic, don’t you think?”

Toji only huffed, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a feather-light kiss on your knuckles, the casualty with which he did it burning the tips of your ears. “I don’t think you understand how you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?”, you asked quietly, peering at him through your lashes. You didn't believe you'd ever get used to the fact that he managed to render you bashful so easily.

He leaned down, still holding your hand in his, as his lips now brushed the shell of your ear, and whispered, his low voice like a hypnotic spell captivating you, “Let me show you.”

[martiniblues]

weave your little webs of opacity ; 이민형

pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader

synopsis dating your friendly neighborhood spiderman was never an easy task. having to hide his identity from your family and friends was tough, but his life being put in constant danger was even worse. one night, he shows up at your window for reasons you feared most.

genre mutual comfort, so so so much fluff, slight angst, mark has cuts and bruises, reader uses she!her pronouns, established relationship, slightly suggestive towards the end.

wc 1.5k

tap tap tap

that’s what you heard as you lay in bed, attempting to fall asleep. you sat up, looking around your pitch-black room to navigate where the strange noise sprouted from. assuming it was nothing, you laid back down, pulling your comforter back up your body.

a few seconds passed before another sound was heard. "baby… it’s me." you could recognize that voice from anywhere.

mark.

quickly throwing yourself out of bed, you rushed to your window. after pushing up the glass, you were able to take in his appearance. he was wearing his spidey suit without the mask, revealing many cuts scattered across his beautiful cheekbones.

"mark what happened?" you quickly pulled him to your carpeted floor and examined the rest of his body. his suit was ripped in various places to expose more cuts that were littered across his abdomen and chest.

"it’s not too bad." he joked as his head fell back against the edge of your bed. you ignored his comment and held his face in your hands, inspecting it once more before running to your bathroom and grabbing your first aid kit.

crouching in front of him again, you began getting out the disinfectants and gauze you needed. "mmmm~" mark groaned, reaching for your waist and attempting to pull you to sit in his lap.

"dude, you have cuts all over you; i’m gonna hurt you!" you protested, trying to free yourself from his grip. "i think you being closer to me will help more than some stupid medicine." his head rolled to the side as he looked at you with a stupid smirk.

you fought back the urge to slap his chest but retorted to sitting in his lap after all. "you cheesy loser." you commented before working on moving his hair back from his face.

"hey, that’s not very nice. i’m injured here!" he whined, laying his head back once more. "baby, seriously, sit still." you held his head firmly as you picked up one of the soaked disinfectant cloths. "this might sting a little." you said before dabbing one of his cuts and quickly blowing on it softly to ease the stinging sensation he clearly felt due to the hiss that fell from his lips.

"i’m sorry." you cooed as you continued to work your way across his face. with every dab on his cuts, his grip got tighter on your waist.

after finishing his face, your fingers looped under the collar of his suit. "can i… um." you stuttered, knowing what was underneath. you and mark had been together for over a year, but still, the sight of him shirtless left you blushing like a little girl.

he laughed at your nervousness and kissed your flushed cheek. "you act like you’ve never seen me shirtless before." he teased you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you grow even more red.

"whatever, i’m just making sure i won’t hurt you or anything." you rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that you were burning from the inside out. "that’s not how you were last night-" he was quickly cut off by a hand to his mouth. "shut up!" you shrieked, causing him to laugh as your palm left his lips.

you began to slowly pull down his suit to rest at his waist. if this were any other scenario, you would have begun kissing him right then and there, but the sight of many cuts and bruises left your heart to pang with worry.

"oh mark…" your fingers lightly grazed over a large pink spot on his side that was slowly blooming into a dark bruise.

"yeah those guys weren’t playing around." he laughed, but you could see the pain stitched between his brows. "baby, you have to be careful. i don’t know what i’d do if-" mark cut you off instantly by pulling your lips to his.

suddenly, all worry melted away, and all you could feel was him. forgetting about the cuts and bruises between you two and just feeling him on you.

"i know. i don’t mean for things to end up this way." he sighs, slowly pulling away from you. the little light from your lamp next to you two left a beautiful glow on his breathtaking features.

"how could someone be so senseless as to mess up such a pretty face?" you said before you even had time to think about your words. mark’s cheeks instantly flushed at your words, biting his lip to hold back a toothy smile.

"i think it’s kinda hot, don’t you think?" he moved his face to show off his battle scars. "whatever…" you will admit that it is insanely hot when you ignore how they got there. but he doesn’t need to know that.

you continued your doctor-esc duties before realizing you never got an answer to how he ended up like this in the first place.

leaning back slightly, you softly held his face to look into his eyes. "what happened, mark?"

he sighed and stretched his body slightly before his hands came to rest on your hips once again. "these idiots were trying to rob the bank a couple blocks away, and i tried to stop it on my own, but it turns out they had some bats and plenty of rings on their fingers to nearly take me down. but…" he reached under himself to get his phone to show you the news headline that he (spiderman) had in fact beaten the criminals and gotten them arrested. "i got ‘em anyway." he smirked cockily while you tried not to slap him for his stupid actions.

"i’m proud of you and everything, " you averted your gaze from his phone to lock eyes with him, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "but you shouldn’t be doing these things on your own. i know you’re strong and amazing at what you do, but i worry about you all the time. these guys could have done so much worse to you if one thing went wrong!" you expressed your distaste for his actions.

mark did take you seriously because he knew what happened when he didn’t, but you just looked so pretty above him that he couldn’t find it to control himself.

"so you think i’m strong and amazing?" he teased, turning his face slightly to kiss your wrist that he now held. he then stretched his torso to accentuate his sculpted body and defined arms.

"that’s all you got from my speech?" you tilted your head in disappointment but still couldn’t fight your eyes from taking all of him in.

he just made it so hard.

"dude, you don’t even try to act like you don’t love it." he titled his head to catch your eyes but winced slightly when he irritated a specific cut on his jaw.

"okay pretty boy, just sit still for a minute; i’ll be back." kissing his cheek where he wasn’t hurt, you made your way to your closet, where you kept the clothes mark left at your house, which was quite a lot.

picking up a shirt and shorts, you made your way back to the boy, who began to take off his suit. your cheeks still flushed at his bare skin, even if you had seen it countless times. "it’s not polite to stare." he commented as he stole the clothes from your hands, beginning to pull his shorts up his legs.

you just rolled your eyes and sat on the edge of your bed, relishing in his appearance for the hundredth time that night. you helped him pull his shirt over his tender skin and guided him to sit against your headboard with you.

"aren’t you forgetting something?" he asked as you reached over to turn off your lamp, leaving only the moonlight to illuminate your bodies. "hmm?" you hummed, unsure of what you could have possibly forgotten. silently, mark tapped his cheek, his forehead, his lips, and finally his nose.

you laughed at the childish pout pulled on his lips and rolled over to be flush against him, making sure to avoid hurting him.

"oh how could i forget?" you could feel the smile on his lips as you kissed all over his face. it was lazy and slow due to your tiredness, but you also took your time, wanting to absorb as much of this moment as you could. even though mark always came back to you in one piece, the thought of that not always being true hung in your mind like a curse.

"i love you so much, mark. more than anything." you pulled away before kissing his lips softly. he pulled you closer to him, squeezing your hips and raking his fingers in your hair. "i love you (y/n). i promise that i will always come back to you." it was as if he could read your mind, and maybe he could with his spidey senses, but you would never know.

you two stayed like that all night, slowly and deeply expressing your love for each other. it wasn’t until the sun began to outline your figure from the window behind your body that you finally decided to sleep.

you two were both tangled endlessly in each other’s webs of love and wanted no way to escape.

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

notes | this is completely inspired by that one andrew garfield spiderman scene (ifykyk). there are not enough spidermark fics on here it’s truly tragic!!! hope you enjoyed <33

[hwanchaesong]

┗🖋️ Starry eyes lighting up the fire / The scorching palms of a squire / Ignites the sensations of ire / A storm, not in peace with a lyre 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift ft. Post Malone- Fortnight

wc: 1.7k

genre & warnings: angst, sprinkle of fluff, smut, jay is rich and reader is an ave citizen, cursing, club and drinking, unprotected sex, overstim, creampie, mentions of forced marriage, etc etc mdni

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"You alone?" a figure came up from behind you, snapping your daydreams.

"Oh uhm," you stuttered, not exactly a great talker, much less in front of an attractive man, "with my friends but.. it seems like they have found some men to go home with."

An awkward chuckle escapes you, and you almost wince with how unnatural you sounded, thankfully, the male is not a judgmental one.

"Well then, let me accompany you."

That was hours ago and now you're having your back blown by the rich, handsome man you've been conversing with back at the bar.

Face pushed onto the lush pillow of the luxurious bed of the hotel you're in, knuckles turning white with how you're gripping the silken sheets, and your muffled moans with the wet sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the expanse of the room.

"That's my good princess, you take me so well." the man above you continues to harshly pound into your abused cunt, showering you with praise that had you reeling in pride and pleasure.

You had been going at it for three hours now, and he had made you cum for.. the nth time. You can't count anymore, if you're going to be honest.

He's so so good with his fingers, tongue, and everything. A stranger that you only met for tonight gave you the best experience you'll ever pray or wish for.

You mewled his name in a weak manner when he slows his pace down, a condescending smirk on his insanely attractive face.

"Close?" he asked and you can only nod meekly, he chuckles at you before manhandling you in a missionary position.

"Ja- Ah! Oh god! Slow down!" you cried out, arms flying on his chest when he suddenly bottoms out in your wetness and railing you to oblivion.

He started off sweet, he was basically making you comfortable until you begged for him to do more. So he did do more, and you can only blame yourself for biting more than you can chew.

You can complain all you want though, he's not stopping. Not when you're this dripping all over him, gripping him, oh, he knows you're loving this.

"Why would I slow down, babe?" he rasped, leaning down to lick a stripe of your skin on your neck, "I thought you like it better if it's rough?" he whispers in your ear, nibbling on your lobe.

"I-I, it was not hmpf-!" he cuts you off with his own mouth, capturing your lips in a filthy kiss, tongues out and clashing with each other until drool dribbles down your chin.

"No more explaining, baby." he mumbles against your lips, his thrusts are relentless throughout and it has you moaning in rapture.

He is so big and thick, he easily hits all the spots that most men can't even touch. The tip of his length scratches your cervix and it sends you into a frenzy.

You are nothing but a muttering hot doll in his presence, and it makes him smirk, the way you take everything that he gives you.

"See, you like this." he mused, furrowing his brows when he felt his high coming nearer, his hands reaching down to rub circles on your bundle of nerves, "Last one baby, you can do it."

He urges you to let go, and with one last thrust from him, you both came at the same time.

Heavy pants filled the room, and he pulled out of you with a grunt, followed by your whines when he inserted two fingers in your sensitive womanhood, pushing the mixture of cum back in your pussy.

"Jay.. stop it." you mumbled sleepily as he laughed lightly, licking his digits to clean the liquids and lying down beside you.

"Sorry, gotta make sure you'll keep all that in." you giggle at his silliness, peering at him through your lashes, only to see him staring at you intently.

"What is it?" you inquired, shutting your eyes when his hands rubbed your flushed skin, soothing the tense muscles underneath.

"I was thinking," he contemplates for a second, "do you want to spend your remaining two weeks here with me?"

With a wide smile, you turned and embraced him, catching him by surprise but he returned the hug nonetheless, covering you in his sturdy arms, "Thought you'd never ask."

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"My fu-! Dear god." you were woken up rather abruptly when loud knocks resonated in your home.. newly bought home.

Life has been good so far. You got a new job in the suburbs, far away from the city but you like the tranquil vibes (and the pay is higher for some reason). You're finally out of your crappy apartment, your effort of saving money has paid you with a new house and lot.

You rubbed your eyes, standing from the sofa and subtly checking yourself in front of the mirror if you're presentable enough to entertain guests. Deeming yourself fine, you're good to go.

Upon opening the door, a lovely woman greeted you, offering you a freshly baked good. 'A gift for the new neighbor', she says.

"Thank you so much. You didn't have to go through the trouble." you muttered graciously, an appreciative smile on your face.

"No problem!" she laughs, extending her hand for you to take, "I'm Park Minhee. I live right next to you with my husband." she points at the large, mansion-like house beside your own average one.

"That's great." you accept the handshake, starting to grow fond of the kind woman, and it makes you think that her husband must be so lucky to have her by his side.

"By the way," she says in a hurried tone, "please join us for dinner later, I would like to introduce you to my husband."

"Sure!" you agreed without hesitation, making her beam with joy and when she ran off into their household, only then did you realize the repercussion of your impulsive decision.

You barely knew them and it feels like you're intruding!

You shake your head in disappointment, you have to work on that aspect of yourself.

Putting down the gift you had received, you realize that it was an apple pie.. his favorite.

You stopped yourself from thinking about him again. It's unbelievable, really, how he's still plaguing your mind and heart with the memories and feelings he left within you.

It was 2 weeks for fucks sake! Why is it so hard to move on from him? What kind of narcotic did he use on you that you're unable to forget about him.

Was it the way he touched you while his eyes speak millions of sentiments that words can't fully express it?

Was it the way he kissed you, fucked you, made you feel like you're the only girl that matters in the whole world?

4 months fucking months since you've last seen him and haven't been able to escape the loop of that fleeting 14 days of February.

You inhaled, burying the thoughts in your subconscious. You just have to give it some time, and slowly but surely, he will be nothing but a burnt ash of your cigarette.

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Hell.

The dinner with the Parks was hell.

It was so fucking awkward you'd rather die because why on the damnest reason is he the husband, out of all people?

You had to act like everything was okay. The steak was delicious, the wine was magnificent, heck the interior of their home is superb except for the man of the house.

The relief is close, you'll be free from the restraints soon. You just have to hold it in.

"You are such a sweet lady!" Mrs. Park giggles on the sofa, clearly about to pass out because of the amount of the wine she consumed.

"Thank you for accommodating me tonight." you managed to give her a small smile, even if she can't see it, bidding them goodbye but then you went rigid when the wife sputtered her next sentence.

"Jongseong, would you be a dear and assist our guest on her way home."

You interjected, not wanting to spend more minutes breathing the same air as him, "Oh no, it's fine! I literally live right t-"

"I insist." the male voices out in a firm manner, leaving no arguments.

The older woman waves you two off, flumping onto the sofa to rest, and the hell part two begins.

It was quiet, no one dared to say a word until you reached the front of your house, and Jay has never been a man with a stitched mouth.

"It's good to see you again.. well, not like this but.." he trails off, finding the right words is difficult at the moment.

"It is," you turn on your heels to face him, "and it's good to know that you're living the best life."

He bites his lower lip, deliberating whether to explain himself to you or not, ultimately choosing the former.

"We were forced into marriage, just a few weeks ago."

Well, good to know that you weren't the other woman in the picture. That doesn't make the pain any less, though you are ready to put on your big girl pants.

Dead set on being mature in the situation, make your guardian angels proud of you once in a while.

"Jay, it's okay." you murmur, taking his cold hands in your warm ones, "Whatever happened there, stays there. Goodnight."

You didn't give him the chance to reply because if you hear his voice, you think you'll make a mistake that you'll regret later on.

Slumping down on your wooden door, a thud came out of it, you have to pull yourself together.

One day, greeting Jay while getting your mails would be possible. Chatting with him about the weather will be child's play. Watching his wife tend to their garden would be a daily scenery that you wouldn’t mind one bit.

Jay stayed outside of your home for a few more minutes, fighting his inner turmoil. The one that is urging him to be honest with you. The side of him that wants to explain everything after your fated meeting in the club. 

There were a lot of times where he tried calling you, but no courage came to him, the fear of your rejection was far stronger than any forces out there. 

You will never know how Jay loved you during that everlasting 2 weeks, and he will never know how your feelings for him lay waste in your heart.

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[rainbowmothed]

── I'M NOT A VIOLENT ANGEL. I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.

· ★ · basically just me rewriting vaggie's fall + chaggie first meeting. trigger warning for blood, gore, murder, classic extermination stuff!

Vaggie felt the pressure settle on her shoulders as she spread her wings, lines of black smearing across the crimson sky of the underworld in a flurry of feathers as she and her kin descended from the beaming light illuminating the once darkened sky, atmosphere thick with the already fresh scent of bitter blood.

Guilt was all Vagatha could manage to muster in her soul, her very being. She never liked to be an exterminator. She didn't know why– most of her kin adored slaughtering the “demon scum” of the underworld. And Vaggie knew she was no different than them, no less shameful in comparison despite feeling butterflies churn in her stomach before she drew her angelic spear. Six years she had spent as one of Adam's top girls, always cast to be on the front lines, praised by her peers for being one of the most merciless, blood-thirsty ones out there.

And oh, how she despised it with every single fiber of her being.

Vaggie cringed as she remembered the proud slaps on the back and reassuring pats shoulders after every extermination as they rose back to the skies above afterwards, the shouts of “good jobs” and “that was even better than last year” filling the air, choking her, suffocating her as the words shoved their way down her throat until soft tears pricked her eyes and her skin flustered with shameful heat.

God, she hated her job. And it was strange. She was created for this. Created in the Heavens for the sole purpose of reigning massacre upon people who were seen as nothing more than the dirt under their heels, when, in reality, Vaggie knew they were far more than that. They were once human souls, who once had lives, and who once had families, who maybe still did have families. She knew she'd killed at least one husband who had a wife and kids at home, waiting, and one wife or one child. Likely far more than that.

So many denizens had crumbled to their knees at her hands as she lodged the blade of the spear into their flesh. The flesh she was meant to see as worthless, puny, disgusting, sinful. Wretched. But the flesh she saw only bore hints of light, shimmering under the surface, waiting to be unveiled, until it was cut short and dulled as their black blood splattered across the alleyway floors and concrete sidewalks, heads slamming down as they met their gruesome fates. Perished.

And this year, Vagatha knew she would do the same thing. Or rather, should do the same thing. She was given a sharp nod to descend as she continued through the air. Her previous guilty thoughts had made her work up a tad bit of a nervous sweat, so she pulled away the mask that concealed her face, swiping away the sweat that stuck to her forehead like bothersome glue. Not bothering to put it back on, Vaggie simply attached it to her waist, feeling it thud against her hip as she flew down into the alleyway, boots finally making contact with the glass-lined gravel below.

Expecting to see some looming, wretched soul, Vaggie was only greeted with a cowering little child, far younger than her, far less defenseless. Where were its parents? It didn't deserve to fall. Not like this. “Go, run.” Vaggie urged, before she could form a second thought about her own actions, pulling her blade far away from the thing's throat and waving it off. Sparing it. The guilt had become unfathomable, and she was no longer even in control of her own body. Pathetic.

However, the sounds of footsteps behind her made Vagatha quickly snap out of her daze, wings perking up with surprise as she drew her blade, expecting some idiotic, bold sinner, only to feel a hand grasp her shoulder. Vaggie’s eyes widened as her lips parted, attempting to let out a flurry of excuses as she saw Lute’s face before her. Grinning, merciless.

Oh God.

Vaggie let out a shrill shriek of pain as she felt the angelic weapon pierce her eye, gouging it out and letting it roll onto the ground below. Vagatha’s stomach churned with nausea as she naturally fell to her knees, letting out another cry as she felt Lute’s boot press against the top of her skull.

“Traitor scum like you have no place in Heaven.”

Vaggie attempted to choke out a plea, a beg for mercy, but was cut short as she felt Lute’s gloved hands wrap around the base of her wings, pulling back with relentless force as they were ripped from her body, another pathetic splatter of neon green, angelic blood splashing across the ground. Vaggie felt like she was going to retch from the pure amount of adrenaline and pain pumping through her skin, her being, her very soul.

Guilt. Harsher than before.

Guilt for betraying Heaven. Guilt for slaughtering the people of the underworld. Guilt for not living up to her superiors’ standards of her. Guilt for every single thing she had ever done wrong, crashing down on her at once.

—

Vaggie shakily stumbled up to her knees as Adam and Lute walked away, snickering under their breaths and beaming with nothing but pride. No guilt themselves; nothing but happiness and unfiltered glee at finding a traitor amongst their ranks and properly punishing her for it.

All for sparing one measly child.

Vaggie tore away the mask that still hung to her belt, exterminator uniform soaked with blood and torn in some places. In a moment of anguish, mixed in a blurred puddle with hints of anger, she ripped it all from her body, leaving herself in the clothes she had underneath. Vaggie tossed it into the dumpster that lay against the wall of the alleyway, her neon green blood splattering down the side of it as she threw it to be picked later.

Still weakly clutching the spear in her hand, she leaned her back against another dumpster, trying not to brush the stumps of her ripped off wings against anything to prevent any further agonizing pain. She already had plenty of that, her eye now an empty socket, vision nowhere to be found beside the one she still had. Thank Lute for that, she mused. Didn't take her vision completely.

Vagatha was silently praying for some random imp to come pick her off. Finish the game her superiors had started, end her pathetic life once and for all. Lay her corpse against the dirt of the ground she once saw as beneath her. Funny, seeing as how the people she once saw as her victims, albeit with a bit of shame, could slaughter her right here and now with absolute ease.

Vaggie didn't even cry. The tears would've hurt her eye too much. She felt them boiling under the surface, yes, but they never trespassed that burning point, never spilling or teetering over the edge just right to drop. Vagatha soon enough heard footsteps approaching. Great, her future murderer had finally come, just as she felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness due to the sheer amount of blood loss.

Instead of the expression of a cruel murderer, she was greeted by the face of a shocked denizen. Gorgeous, with blonde hair, streaked with honey hues. Pale skin, with rosy cheeks, akin to that of a marionette. Beautiful. If this woman was the last thing Vaggie was to see, she would definitely be able to go out happy compared to her earlier predicament. The bitterness flushed out of her soul as she stared up at the demon, waiting for the blade to press against her neck. For her to end her suffering.

But it didn't.

Instead, a bandage was carefully wrapped around her missing eye, the denizens fingers soft and delicate. Perfect compared to her own, scarred with the memories of the lives that had been taken by them. It made her expression soften. It was the little things that made Vaggie swoon like that, and this was definitely one of those little things.

Was she falling for the woman who she thought was going to slaughter her just a moment ago? It was a tad funny, actually. The flusterment only grew as she saw her tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her porcelain-hued ear, diverting her gaze as she cheekily smiled.

This girl would definitely be the death of Vaggie, but in a completely different way than she was originally anticipating.

[azulsluver]

Hi!!! So I noticed that your requests are open, and I'd like to make a request, if you don't mind of course. But first of all, I just wanted to say that I really, REALLY love your writing, especially the hauntedhouseau!twst and bullyau!twst. I THRIVE from the feelings of hurt, angst and despair. Like, call me emotional or sensitive, but one time I literally cried for the reader (and grim, 'cause the grim ask also made me shed a few tears), because I can't help but feel sorry for them for being so helpless in their situation, but at the same time I liked the feeling of sadness and hurt in my chest(???). It really left a good impression on me, so much that your writing would randomly pop up in my head for weeks, for no reason at all.

Sorry, I rambled a bit back there didn't I? I was planning on writing more about the reasons why I fell in love with your writing, but I don't want to make this ask longer than it was supposed to be. I wanted to ask you multiple requests too, but I also don't want to burden you by asking too much, so I'm just gonna ask one that's been on my mind the most. Could I please ask for more about Bullyau!Ruggie? His relationship with the reader in the AU have caught my eye the most. That's all, thank you for all of your efforts in writing fics for us! We greatly appreciate it!

This is so cute no words can express how happy this made me 😭

I try my best to please both, also this was more of me giving a story than headcanons.

Back to your request-

tw. yandere, bullying, dubcon kissing/touching, mentions of suicide and starvation, graphic violence, being sold off at one point.

cw. bathing scene but gentiles are not described.

He gave you a sandwich.

Mayo and egg mashed up with a single crisp of a lettuce. It dangles in front of you, staring at it with a gulp. Ruggie's head turns to give you a look, noticing how you hadn't reached for the damn thing. His face frowns, making you flinch that you had upset him in some way. He sighs, propping himself down next to you.

Your body screams in pain, blitz of cuts run down your legs and nose. Barely managing to avoid Floyd. Alarmed, his sudden movements has you backing slightly to the wall before he grabbed your hands and roughly placed the egg sandwich between them.

"I couldn't find you in your dorm, Leona told me to feed you something since you've been going on a hunger strike."

Ruggie sounded disappointed. And that made you hallow at some point. Because he's taken the role of caring for you, unwanted yet needed. You'd hate to admit it, but seeing Ruggie makes you a little bit happier.

The mention of starvation has you eyeing the cold sandwich, you weren't allowed to eat. You're not sure if you told yourself that or someone else did, it felt wrong but his glare has you shakily bringing it close to your mouth.

You have started to doze off, eating mindlessly as he dabs your face with a wet cloth to clean the blood oozing from your nose. Hearing him whisper to himself whilst wiping the egg crumbs on your lips. Finishing, you shyly glance up at him, having the urge to tell him you feel like throwing it up. But you don't want to get slapped across the head for such a childish threat, swallowing whenever your throat tightens. Instead, like you were taught, you watch him disinfect your wounds and lastly bandage them.

He gets up, patting his pants down. You bring your knees closer to your chest as he stretches with a bored yawn, telling you to go and hide near Savanaclaw territory as Leona is in a good mood.

He won't hurt you as bad as he did.

You know it was a lie. Yet you nod, lips turning into a frown as he leaves you.

-

You laid on your back and gazed upon the stars.

Petting Grim who failed to stay up to protect you as he claimed; laying next to your side. Ruggie not too far. With his hands supporting his head and mimicking you. For some reason it's never pitch black at night as it was in your world, there are swirls of purple and blue with stars shining twice as bright.

Breathing softly as the cool air envelops your skin, eyes closed tightly as you lay a hand over your bruised neck. There’s still an adrenaline rush pumping in your lungs, Ruggie’s presence not helping the situation.

“Do you think of killing yourself one day, [Name]?”

Normally, the question would have you stuttering an answer. Yet there wasn’t a reason to lie.

“Sometimes.”

Hoarse. Slowly opening your eyes and turning your head to the side to look at him. He’s thinking the same, propping himself on his side with his hand supporting his cheek this time.

“Yea? What’s stopping you?”

Your nails dig into your palm and a sudden rush of tears swell. Was it the thought of leaving Grim on his own? Or perhaps the fear of where your soul may go and be stuck for eternity with the ghosts? Whatever the cause, you certainly don’t wish to die. And that makes you hysterical.

“I don’t know.”

Covering your face out of embarrassment, too many times have they made you purposefully cry: however it brings you red to even show such vulnerability.

Ruggie blinks at you before sighing deeply to himself. He brings his face closer to yours to lick at your tears, murmuring how you’ve already cried so much today. It’ll make you dehydrated if you keep it up. It’s comforting in a way, like a mother licking her kitten clean with his rough textured tongue.

His body moves on its own with hovering over you, watching you idly as you suck in a breath to control your whimpers and sniffles. He looks angry. Not at you. It can’t be you, you haven’t done anything. If it wasn’t you, then you can fear what the real problem was, that he was conflicted of himself. But the thought wasn’t strong enough for him to detain.

To engulf you by surprise and steal a kiss. More than once, twice, until you give in.

-

Only four people have seen you bare and soaked in water.

Trey being the first, scrubbing off the dirt and grimes on your skin after Ace and Deuce took you out.

Azul leaving you in his large tub to hide you away from the twins, remembering the annoyed expression he wore as he patted you down with a towel.

Lilia having the honors of a small lecture as he heals you from the cuts given by Sebek, the water was always cold.

And Ruggie, stars, you’d suffocate yourself in this very tub to let him care for you. The memories of being held down as money was thrown at him. How you groveled and beg for him to not let them take you. You shouldn’t expect so much from him, your attachment looking dull as he picks up the fallen goods without looking your way.

All means well. When you’re crawling back to him, scared and in need of help. You still find yourself in a humiliating situation, one you barely plan on changing.

It felt good at least. Drawn a hot bath, almost boiling your skin. His nails are insanely sharp as they dance over the open wounds near your chest. With half lidded eyes, you ponder to yourself as he stitched up the wound with a needle and thread.

His hands were similar to theirs, roughing you by the hair and clumsily carving into your flesh. Comparing it to Ruggie’s was an understatement, he hadn’t touched you like them. Sure he was tough on you and maybe left a mark once in a while.

But his touch was something you’d rather have than what they gave you. So you relax even when the pain eats at your nerve system. Shaking limbs rippling the water.

Comfort is a false statement. But you can always dream.

[angelkissiies]

sorority secrets

abby anderson x reader

cw : SMUT, no plot, tribbing, p*ssy slapping, mentioned breeding kink, mentioned owen being bad at sex, briefly hinted switch abby, glazed over use kink.

wc : 2.3k (don’t ask)

proof read : yes | hell no

“What’s your dirtiest thought?’ You asked the girl, laying by her side as the two of you stared up at the radio tower's ceiling. It was something you’d always wondered, wanting to see the inside of her brain like she saw yours. It came effortlessly to her, reading you like a book whilst you felt illiterate attempting to wriggle your way into her consciousness. 

Abby took a slow breath, moving to prop herself up on her elbow so she could look down at you. “Are you trying to seduce me right now?” She teased, moving her free hand to rest on the exposed skin of your stomach. She enjoyed the softness of the muscle, the feeling being in stark contrast with her own. 

You giggled, shaking your head as you moved to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No, I just want to know. Truly.” You admitted, letting the pad of your thumb brush against her blushed cheek, Her skin always seemed to carry a rosy tint beneath it, reminding you of how beautiful she looked in white, not that it mattered- though the thought lingered in your mind. “What is it?” 

She hesitated for a moment, as if to gather her thoughts in a way that would be perceived easier to you, before clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Well, and don’t laugh, I found this book once.” She began, thinking back to her exploration run she’d taken on a couple months back. It had taken her to a mainly empty bookstore, devoid of all but a few books that sat in neat piles on the front shelves. Why they hadn’t been taken, she didn't know. “It was about these two college girls, they uh, they slept together.. a lot.” 

For some reason the confession had her face burning with embarrassment, barely able to focus on you as she recalled her late nights spent studying the book one handed. “Well um, they did something called scissoring- or uh no, it was called tribbing..” She managed, taking a sharp breath as she avoided looking at you. “I think about doing it with you alot.” 

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth gently, watching the girl above you closely. You’d be lying if you said your attention hadn’t been piqued. You moved your hand to rest on her hip, giving it a small squeeze as you urged her on. “H-how do you do it?” You hadn’t meant the words to come out so broken, though you attributed it to the rising heat in your cunt as the girl confessed. 

Abby’s eyes darted to your own, now clouded with a haze you’d seen many times before. She pushed her hair over her shoulder gingerly, tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Well, I don’t know if I can explain it too well.” She admitted, eyes lowering to graze over your partially nude body as the fog cleared just enough for her to make out the soft curve of your hips in the low light of the moon. 

“Well could-,” You began, only to be cut off. 

“I could show you, though, if you wanted.” 

The words caught you off guard but before you could come up with something to say, you were already nodding. “Yes, please.” 

The girl halted, eyes widening momentarily as she noticed how fast you accepted the offer, before dipping down to press her lips against yours hastily. To her, this felt like the ultimate show of vulnerability as she wasn’t the most into receiving pleasure due to her past ventures in sex. Yet, as she thought of your cunt grinding against her own- she felt a heat begin to pool between her thighs. She’d laid in bed many nights fantasizing about the feeling, attempting to replicate it with a pillow whilst you were away but never coming close to the ecstasy described in the books. 

You pulled away, panting for air as you looked up into her hooded eyes. The sight made your stomach wind into a knot, knocking the air from your lungs. You wanted nothing more than to satiate the desires she’d brought to you so willingly, whilst your mind ran wild about what awaited you. You’d never heard the terms she used before, but you knew she’d never do anything she deemed weird or dangerous so you blindly went along- putting your faith in her hands. “Show me how.” You whispered, trailing your fingers across her cheek, letting the pad of your thumb pull at her bottom lip. 

Abby nodded, recalling the position as described in the book. She gingerly sat up onto her knees, scooting to nudge your legs open with the softness she always reserved for you- but you could tell she was caging something. Her touch was riddled with restraint, easing you into place as she took in the sight of your now damp panties. “I’m going to start with our clothes still on, okay? Just to see if you like it.” She explained, leaning down to prop herself up above you on her palms. Her hips were forcing your thighs open, letting the chilly air nip at the growing damp spot in your panties. 

“O-okay.” You stuttered, the soft pressure her body was giving you against your core enough to make you shiver in anticipation. You had begun to put two and two together, noting the way she shifted to press her clothed cunt against your own, letting her heat seep into your own. 

The girl bit back a groan as she leaned up, moving to place her hands on your hips and push herself against you. It sent a shockwave through her body as she thrusted her hips forward, holding you in place as she let her eyes flutter closed. “Fuck.” 

You let out a gasp, your hips attempting to follow the sensation as she pulled away, the short lived pleasure going straight to your cunt, soaking through your panties as you watched your girl with wide eyes. It was so silly, how fast you got wet for her, but you knew how much she loved the effect she had on you. 

Abby lifted your hips effortlessly, giving her better access, before grinding back down onto your pathetically wet panties, letting out a borderline pornographic moan as she felt the wetness soak into her own underwear. She couldn’t compare the feeling to anything she’d ever experienced, especially considering most of her previous relationships left her high and dry. “God, baby.” She practically whined, chasing the feeling as she rutted against you, throwing all hesitation to the wind. 

You tossed your head back, the impact softened by the makeshift pillow you’d manufactured just earlier, hands moving to grip her wrists as the girl's panties began to soak with her own slick. “Oh, fuck.” You breathed, nails digging crescent moons into her pale skin. It was something straight out of a porn film, the feeling that had begun to overspill, threatening you with lust drunk thoughts of the girl on top of you. “Abby, fuck.” 

“Good girl.” She groaned, pressing her hips into your own harder, dragging her clothed cunt against yours painfully slowly. Devouring the sweet noises that fell from your lips as she dipped down to kiss you, her hand slid down your stomach to hook under the band of your underwear. “Can I take these off?” 

Nodding, you attempted to chase her lips. Only to be cut off by a soft slap to your cunt, sending a jolt through your body and arousing a whimper to fall from your lips. 

“Words, baby. Use your words. I need to hear it.” She chided, voice raspy as she trailed her fingers over the damp fabric, pressing gently into your clit as her hooded eyes lingered on your flushed face. 

A small noise fell from your lips in protest, but she quickly cut you off with another gentle slap, making your words gush out in an almost incomprehensible string. yespleasetakethempleaseabby- 

Her swollen lips pulled back into a satisfied smile, pulling away from you to discard the thin fabric that kept you from her. “That's my girl.” She chuckled, tossing the soaked fabric to the side before moving to remove her own that now carried the delectable scent of your arousal. It took her half a second, compared to how long she usually drew out your anticipation, before you both sat before each other completely nude from the waist down. 

Your hips trembled in wait, trying to inch closer to her in search of the friction you needed to desperately. Of all the times you’d had sex with Abby, you’d never needed to feel her so badly. The ache in your core only worsened as you glanced down to eye her now fully exposed cunt, the glisten of your mutual slick shining in the soft light compared to the matte of her pale skin. 

Abby dug her fingers into the soft curve of your hips, grinding down onto your soft lips, clit coming to nudge your own. She gasped, head falling back as she began moving her hips in a slow yet rhythmic pattern, feeling the way your cunt welcomed her touch- clenching around nothing as she stuttered her hips in a way that singled in on your clit. 

“Oh, oh. God.” You moaned, sentence delving into a babble of whines as you let her grind down onto your clit- sending sharp jolts of pleasure into your cunt, winding the band in your tummy that threatened to snap with every rough drag of her hips on your own. 

She panted for air, an animalistic desire taking over her body as she sped up her pace, room now echoing with noises straight from a porno. She internally smacked herself for not trying this sooner, becoming addicted to the way your arousal now dripped down her thighs- mixing with her own as she rutted against you like wanted to breed you (though realistically she knew she couldn’t.) She couldn’t even manage to string together comprehensible words as she felt your legs begin to tremble on her hips, boosting her ego as she fucked into you roughly. 

You couldn’t catch your breath, the delicious feeling of her bare skin against yours aiding in your climb to climax. She knew your body, even when exploring, she knew how to manipulate your pleasure into something much more than you could ever describe- drawing you closer and closer with every airy moan she let fall from her lips. 

You felt the band tightening, winding tighter with every pass over your clit, legs shaking under her hold. “Abby, I-im close.” You whimpered, back arching slightly off of the mattress to meet her hips in an earth shattering burst of pleasure. 

“Jesus Christ.” She groaned, feeling her muscles tense as she held you still, letting one hand move down to circle roughly around your clit, arousing a cry to fall from your plump lips. “C’mon baby, take it.” 

The combined sensations sent a white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, making your cunt spasm as it clenched around nothing, forcing your cum to spill from your pulsating core. Abby halted her movements, letting out a soft moan as she watched the white spill from your lips and down onto your thighs. There was nothing prettier to her than seeing her girl all messy for her. 

“Abs, fuck.” You babbled, pulling her hips closer as you encouraged her to use your sensitive folds to reach her own high. If there's one thing you weren’t, it was a quitter. “C’mon. Please, I want to see you cum.” You practically begged, eyes blown with lust. 

The blonde could’ve combusted on the spot, watching you beg to be used for her pleasure. She pushed a few strands of hair that had begun to stick to her sweaty forehead back, hands settling back on your hips as she pulled you up to meet her hips- but she didn’t stop there. She softly patted your right leg, motioning for you to throw it over her shoulder before pressing into you again. 

She let out a sigh, diving headfirst back into her rhythm, as she used her newfound leverage to grind her clit directly onto your own. The feeling set her stomach alight, unable to stop the flood of sensual noises that fell from her lips as she rutted against you wildly. Her clit had begun to throb, so swollen it was sore from the need to be touched, eating up every rough pass against your soft lips as she chased her own high. 

The sensitivity of your clit added a whine to your moans, squeaking in overstimulation as you clawed into her forearms, leaving a trail of red nail marks in their wake. “Abby, fuck, just wanna be used by you.” You whimpered, making the girl release an animalistic growl. 

Abby felt her pleasure spilling over, body trembling as she kept her pace, cunt now soaked in cum and arousal as the tightness in her stomach snapped- halting her in her desperate movements as she leaned forward, holding herself up on her palm. “Holy shit.” She breathed, a light chuckle invading her speech as she leaned back again, looking at the mess the two of you made. There was something so intimately filthy about everything that had just gone down, something that she wished she could have done sooner. The sensations were things she never had felt before, the desperation flowering a new interest within her. 

“Wow.” You giggled, arms slumping by your sides as you shifted over on the mattress to pull the girl down to you. Her body landed beside you with a soft ‘plop’ having no hesitations from her as she gave into your soft touch. 

“Fuck, i really should’ve told you sooner, huh?”

“What do you think?” You laughed, pulling her into your chest gently, soaking up the feeling of her as your body began to recover from your activities- the shaking in your legs ceasing after a couple minutes.

 Her body melted into yours like the two of you were made to be one, who would've known that some sorority porn book could lead to this?

[baratiddyappreciator]

Cuddling the Baki Cast (NSFW)

Minors DNI and all that, you guys know better. I had a lot of fun with these ones, changed up the order a bit, and also carried over the bonus Yanagi, Oliva, Chiharu and Gaia, at the cost of taking out Tokugawa because I apparently can't sexualize that particular old man. DW, You'll still get your old man fix though ;) These are a bit longer than the initial ones because I'm not as restrained when I can just put the cut right beneath my little blurb and write... Well, sin. Also guess who finally decided to whip out colours so things are clearer :D (it's me)

NSFW under the cut!

Baki:

Cuddling with him always comes with a risk. A risk of being interrupted by some upstart trying to challenge him, or his dad, for some godforsaken reason. Sometimes he gets a sudden spurt of energy and feels the need to just disappear and go train for a few hours, but sometimes, and sometimes, like now, you feel his hands start to snake around your sides and under your shirt, higher and higher towards your chest as his previously innocent kisses turn hungry and deliberate against your throat. His fingers tweak your nipples as his lips meet yours, his hips bumping softly against your own, his legs urging yours apart so he can make room for himself, grinding against you hard and slow. He was all over, kissing you, grinding against you, playing with your nipples.

He didn't want to take his hands off of your chest, so it was up to you to reach down to pull your pants and underwear down. He didn't get the luxury treatment for being lazy, of course, the most he got was you clumsily undoing his pants and pulling him out of his boxers so he could grind against your eager little hole for a little bit before he pressed in, rolling slightly so that he could press both of his knees to the futon beneath the two of you, rolling his hips, his hands still cupping your chest, but now using it as a form of handhold so he could pull you back down onto his cock, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your hear.

"You're driving me wild baby doll."

Kozue:

She liked having music playing while you two cuddled. She said it added to the atmosphere, helped soothe you two into a comfortable, zen mood, and sometimes even into sleep. But other times, it was helpful for covering up the sounds of her breathless gasps. Your teeth gently came down on the shell of her ear as your fingers slid over her slick clit, her hips pressed back against yours, her own hand cupping you through your pants, providing you the friction you needed as you ground against her palm, her shirt pulled up exposing her chest to the now slightly chilly air. She'd been working so hard lately, it was only fair that you help her take off the edge so she doesn't burn herself out.

She gasped slightly louder, her other hand grabbing frantically at her pillow to muffle her voice, her hips bucking against your palm as your fingers circled her clit faster and harder, her face turning slightly so you could kiss her properly. She was shaking, so close to the edge that you could almost taste it, feeling the minute twitches in her thighs and her lower stomach, her ragged breaths hitching as hit-pitched whines escaped her.

"Baby please, I'm so close already."

Hanayama:

Having him crawl into bed after coming home dead tired was always a treat. He'd normally keep the lights off and not notice that you woke up the second the front door opened. You could tell what kind of mood he was in just by how he took off his shoes. And today was a mood that you could get behind. His hand slid up your thigh over the blankets, tickling you as his weight settled behind you only a moment later, the blankets being pulled down slightly. He knew you were awake at this point, you couldn't help the stupid grin on your face as he found you naked as the day you were born in bed, waiting for him. A soft swear was muttered under his breath, before you felt his cock slap against your ass, encouraging you angle your hips up and back so he could make you feel good.

And of course, you obeyed. Why wouldn't you? This was the kind of cuddling that you didn't mind in the slightest. The delicious stretch you felt as he pressed into you was exactly what you've been needing all night. You've been lonely without him. His forehead pressed against the back of your head, hips rolling slowly to get used to the feeling before he sat up, his hand settling on your lower back, guiding your hips back to meet his in a tiny thrust, your only hint of playfulness in him before you were jostled forward by a hard snap of his hips, your hands scrabbling at the pillows for purchase.

"That's it, be good for me and take it."

Chiharu:

He was a bundle of nerves during regular cuddling, always worried that he'd do something wrong and freak you out or hurt you. He's not as strong as some of the guys in the arena, but he's still plenty powerful you know! This time, however, you were the one worried about freaking him out as your hand travelled lower and lower down his torso towards his hips, innocently looking up at him as you toyed with his zipper, your hips wiggling slightly. He looked flabbergasted, eyes flicking between your eyes and your hand, then back to your eyes, and finally down to your lips as he licked his own. This would be fun, you could tell as he gave you a tiny nod, and you started unbuckling him.

His shaft was hot and heavy in your hand as you slowly pumped him, his hand resting on your ass, slowly starting to creep around to slide beneath your pants and sink into your eager hole. It's only fair that he return the favour, right? His head fell back slightly, a groan leaving him, before his head came back to but against yours gently, his brow furrowed, his unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes glassy and filled with pleasure locked with your own as you jerked him off, still smug, but you couldn't stop your hips from rocking back against his hand as his fingers gently rubbed at your insides.

"Fuck me doll, you're making my brain melt."

Katsumi:

Warm. You normally woke up warm, but now you were almost too warm as Katsumi tossed your legs over his thighs, hands cupping your chest, rolling your pert nipples between his pointers and thumbs, kissing you hungrily. You loved it when he woke up and decided his morning run could be replaced by ramming you into the mattress, his hips slowly rolling against yours as he sank into you slowly, the stretch delicious as he pressed in and pulled out time and time again. One of his hands left your chest to gently rest at the base of your throat, your only warning that he was about to pick up the pace before he was off to the races.

His hips slammed into yours, the wet sound of your bodies joining amplified in the room as he used your throat to pull you back down on his cock after he jostled you forward, his hair messy, lightly panting before he flashed a smile at you, your legs cinching around his waist and giving him a little squeeze, drawing him in deeper, closer, and he didn't hesitate to throw his head back and let out a low moan that vibrated through the air, making you scrambled to reach up and cover his smirking lips.

"Come on sweetheart, the neighbours already hate us, have some fun."

Jack:

Your hands were braced on his chest, firm and strong. He was big and sturdy, one of his hands resting on your thigh, the other on your hip, thumb pointing down to give you that extra bit of stimulation as your hips rocked against his hard, a deep groan leaving his lips as his head fell back against the arm of the couch, his cock pressing deep into you, hitting parts that you'd previously never known about before meeting him. His hips rolled in tandem with yours, timing it just right so that he'd press in as you rocked back, sending him deeper into you in just the right way that made you feel like you were going to explode.

His eyes were glazed over as he brought his head back, low moans tumbling from his parted lips as he watched you ride him. One of your hands moved up and squeezed the base of his thick neck, earning a louder moan, his hips bucking up sharply, though he rubbed at your thigh in apology immediately after, he knew he had to behave. Sometimes him assuming that you had no ulterior motives to crawling into his lap had its benefits, like the flustered look on his face when you'd started griding your hips onto his only moments ago. He growled against your lips as you leaned down to kiss him.

"Fuck honey, keep going, just like that, I've needed it all day."

Gaia:

The first time he'd slotted his thigh between your legs while you were watching your show, you'd slapped it away playfully. He knew how much you liked this show, surely he wouldn't bother you while you were watching the new episode, right? But his thigh bumped between your legs again, and another time after that, one of his hands resting on your hips to guide them down on his leg, his other massaging the base of your throat. He was, apparently, going to make you miss this episode, forcing you to watch it some other time, which really wasn't the same. He nipped at the shell of your ear, impishly smiling at you when you glared at him from over your shoulder, though you both knew that it was half-hearted at best.

He had you grinding against his thigh on your own in no time, extremely proud of himself for providing the perfect distraction at just the right time, his own hips chasing yours with each roll forward and down, basking in your little whimpers and sighs as he brought pleasure to you, his hand rhythmically squeezing at the base of your neck in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against his leg.

"What's the matter sweetheart? Can't focus?"

Kosho:

His hands, you decided, were fucking dangerous. You'd just been trying to snuggle up to him, it was cold tonight, and now you were pinned to his chest, squirming and bucking your hips as he fucked you on his fingers, his other hand holding your cheeks, forcing you to look him in the eyes as his palm made a slick slapping noise whenever it made contact with your skin, pleasure rising from each forceful impact, each crook of his fingers. You could feel him, fully hard, pressed against your stomach, but he wasn't going to let you touch him yet.

No, that was for people who behaved and didn't make him lose his comfortable spot when he was so close to falling asleep. He wasn't genuinely mad, that you both knew, but he was going to make a point, and he was going to make sure that it got across before he gave you his dick. You made a choked noise as his fingers hit a spot that made you see stars, and he smirked.

"Are you warm enough now, babydoll?"

Kureha:

Cuddling with Kureha was dangerous for a multitude of reasons. For starters, sometimes he'd just sit in silence, and then come out and say that your heartbeat was irregular and that it was annoying him. Other times? Well, other times you'd wind up where you were now, with your legs over his shoulders as his mouth worked wonders on you on your couch, the freshly folded laundry knocked all over the floor during the excitement. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch, the angle awkward, but allowing for access.

Your movements were sloppy, because of course they were, he was making your brain leak out of your ears with what his tongue was doing to you, but he knew better than to expect perfection from you while he was going down on you, settling for the sloppy, jerky handjob he was getting from you, well aware that you'd get better after he helped you cum.

"Darling I love you, but if you don't give me some more grip, I'm going to lose it."

Retsu:

You loved how you could absolutely blindside this man by asking him to cuddle you. A quick cuddle on the couch, that was all you'd asked for, and he'd given it to you. What he hadn't realised was that it was all a clever ploy for you to find a way to suck his dick before he went and trained. He'd made some really good food for supper the night before, and now he was going to get cherished, absolutely fucking appreciated, the idiot.

Your head bobbed, and the couch groaned under the force of his grip, his hands shaking as he whined, hips shallowly bucking into your mouth, drool slicking his shaft, wanting to touch, but not wanting to at the same time. His face was bright red and twisted in pleasure, and if you could take a picture and frame it, you'd keep it beside your bed so you could see it every morning and every night.

"Love, please- Gods- Don't stop!"

Oliva:

Telling him about any of your fantasies was a huge mistake. Why? Because now he had you pegged. Literally and figuratively. He knew what you'd like, and he'd used that to get to where you where now, bouncing on his cock, your hands braced on his knees as his hand, settled on your lower back, guiding you up and down on him, that damn smirk playing across his lips, like he was proud of himself (he was, he absolutely was and he wouldn't hide that).

There was a brief moment where his guiding hand stopped, but only so that the other hand could give your ass a "light tap". The resounding slap rang out in the room, earning a strangled moan as you threw your head back, hearing that all too familiar chuckle.

"That's it honey, take it just like that."

Doppo:

You'd both had long days, so you'd settled for just lounging around the house, wrapped up in a blanket, watching whatever was on TV at the time. But Doppo had keen eyes and a golden tongue, he saw the way you'd kept rubbing your thighs together- hell, he'd felt it- and he wasn't about to let you end your night horny. And you would have appreciated that fact more if he hadn't put you in a damn headlock and decided to fuck your soul out. His hips pounded against yours, slick smeared across both of your skin, his arms powerful steel rods around your head and neck, choking, but not entirely.

Broken, garbled little sounds left your lips, but he only chuckled, pausing for only a second to readjust and reposition his hips to hit that spot he knew drove you absolutely insane and would usually have you cumming so hard you'd start crying, his arms flexing harder for just a moment, completely cutting off your air supply, and your eyes rolled. You could just see the proud smirk on his lips as he laughed breathlessly.

"Come on baby, I said I'd make it all better, didn't I?"

Shibukawa:

You really should have known that you couldn't out-sly the master. You thought you were being clever by offering him your lap so you could cop a feel, but that hadn't turned out the way you were expecting at all. As it stood, he currently had you pinned to the ground and was fucking your thighs almost painfully slowly, chuckling in your ear. He was so close, yet so far from you, and it drove you mad with need.

He wasn't evil, of course, just mischievous, so he was kind enough to at least direct his thrusts upwards once in a while for a short period so you'd get some stimulation beyond in your thighs, his grip so firm that it was almost guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to writhe away.

"Do you see now darling? You can't pull a fast one on me."

Yanagi:

His hand covered your mouth, but he wasn't trying to kill you. No, he was trying to shut you up so you wouldn't make the neighbours freak out and call the cops as he slammed his hips against yours, your eyes rolling back as he hit a spot that made you see stars. All of this because you insisted on being so needy right after his escape from prison. His hand came down on your ass again, earning a jolt as the sharp sting shot through your body like a gun.

His fingers flexed, moving slightly, making sure that his palm wouldn't entirely cover your mouth so you could breathe, but they immediately moved back at the loud sob you let out as he hissed sharply, sucking air in through his teeth.

"Now now sweetheart, if you keep making noises like that I'll have to leave."

Motobe:

You thought you'd won the lottery by getting Motobe to cuddle with you. He was warm, comfortable, and relaxed. And then he'd started cleaning his damn sword. Of course, you could still relax, hell, you even started to drift off to sleep until the movement of his arms changed slightly, a new, slick noise rousing you from your dozing. His breath came out in short pants as he grabbed your hand, squeezing it around his shaft as he kissed your forehead. Not this was a sword you could get behind cleaning.

Of course, there was something much better at cleaning his sword than your hand, and he wasted no time sinking straight into the hilt, earning a long whine as he pulled you down onto his hips, smirking up at you as your hips rolled and bucked against his, desperate for some form of relief, your hands braced on his shoulders, gasping as he simply leaned back, lighting and taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched you bounce on his cock.

"There you go baby, take care of me just like that."

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PART 10 Intertwined with a mortal (LAST PART)

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

Slight alpha Duke!Wyll x reader

Bridgerton x Astarion 👍🏻

Warnings: Olden times, swearing, age gap, tension, slow burn, vampire Mates, vampire things, angst, sexual, harassment, bigger reader, fat shaming, 18+, angst, Astarions trauma, anxiety, depression, learning to touch and love, big dislike for children lmao, AOB, artist reader, manipulation, jealousy, feelings, self harming (hitting), emotional break down

Previous part <-

Your father and mother stood by the entrance way to the dining table while you held the duke. Your mother glanced to your father worried while your father kind of just stared.

“Seems you two need a long talk, come love” your father said urging your mother back into the dining room.

“Astarion” you muttered softly as the elf stood straighter glancing around. The servants were avoiding looking, but they’d seen everything. You saw a broken man in front of you, his cheeks stained with tears.

“Apologies my lady” he said straightening himself up his walls coming back up.

“There’s no issues my duke” you assured, but he shook his head.

“This was a shameful act-“ you sighed as he began and he frowned.

“Shameful would be not showing your emotions” you cut in and he stuttered slightly.

“I cannot argue with you” he said and you smiled slightly.

“Good” you teased lightly seeing the smirk that graced his lips.

“I suggest you head back home for now, rest and tomorrow we shall talk ok?” You said and the vampire nodded.

“No midnight visits!” You hissed softly so only he could hear and he grinned making you slap his arm lightly.

“I’m sorry again Milady, I shall see you tomorrow” he held your hand and pressed it against his lips before leaving. You sighed a little loudly and saw your parents come back out. You didn’t want to talk, not right now.

“The duke will return tomorrow for a proper talk, I suggested he go home and calm himself before tomorrow” you nodded and your mother nodded back. You began to go up the stairs your mother stuttering before she silenced and let you leave.

You collapsed on your bed your tears rolling free at the amount of emotions you held in gods what a mess.

When morn came you waited in the dining room, dressed nicely, hair done. There was a party tonight as well, gods you didn’t want to go, but it was expected of you. You’re sure you’d get talked about, your disappearing, the dukes visiting and going. A knock came and your mum and dad stood while you stayed seated suddenly immobile. Your heart pounded and you stared at your hands in your lap, nervously picking at your nails. You sensed him before he walked through the door, red eyes finding yours instantly. You stood up quickly, a little too quickly, you almost fell back down.

“Milady” the duke nodded.

“Duke Ancunin” you bowed your head slightly offering the spot beside you as you sat again. Your parents sat by the fire place while you sat in the other end of the room. You didn’t know what to say, heart pounding in your chest and ears. A hand held yours suddenly and you stuttered in confusion as the duke took your hand into his lap instead.

“You’ll hurt your delicate hands” he said running his thumb over your fingers gently. You felt your cheeks go hot as he continued to hold your hand, staring at it.

“I believe apologies are in order” you said suddenly and his eyes met yours.

“It was most improper and unlady like of me to yell and turn you down” what the hell were you saying? The duke stared at you with a frown as you took your hand away.

“There is a party tonight I expect you will be there to dance?” You said as continued to stare confused.

“Good” you stood brushing your dress off.

“Tonight then” you said bowing your head as he stood also, but you were already gone. Your whole body trembled and your mind screamed at you as you made it to your room and closed the door. You collapsed to the ground crying again as you smacked your forehead. You winced quickly rubbing the spot before you heard your parents knock and call. You shook your head keeping your back against the door before the left. You cursed yourself continuing to softly bang your hand against your head. You gasped though when hands took your wrists and pulled them away from your head.

“I don’t appreciate my mate hurting herself” the duke muttered and you glared but it left quickly. You struggled in his hold before he tugged you to him knocking you both over, you lying atop him.

“No- no” Astarion forced you to lay there and you have in quickly, your tears staining his tailored coat. You laid there for a while, your breathing evening out, your mind going numb. The dukes hand rubbed the back of your neck gently something commonly done to calm omegas.

Astarion had been utterly confused by your lack of wanting to speak and your apology. You had glazed over, avoided your feelings and he didn’t know why. He’d been the one to do it to, but seeing you do it? His dead heart was stabbed again. When you bid him farewell and left he left also, only with the intent to appear in your room which he did. He felt your emotions strongly the moment he got into the carriage, he told the driver to head home while he entered the mist and went into your room. You were on the floor shaking and crying softly hitting yourself, gods.

He felt what you felt strongly, he was just unsure what brought it on, why you were doing this. When you both ended up on the ground his body gladly accepted the weight of you on him, his body hummed. You however were intent on getting up, but he forced you to lay there, hand on the back of your neck massaging. You calmed down, your heart slowed and your scent returned to normal despite the blandness it held.

“We need to talk” he began and felt you sag.

“Course” you mumbled.

“What happened?” He asked and you tensed briefly.

“It’s too much” you whispered and he felt his heart clench again.

“I don’t know what I’m doing” you added and his free arm twitched to hold you.

“Gods I’m stupid” you whispered.

“You are not” he fought, before regretting his tone. He’d put this on you, his little mate. You laid their body basking in being in contact with him. You prayed your parents wouldn’t walk in other wise you would have to marry him. What happened to you? You don’t even know, you felt some overwhelmed the moment he came in and then nothing. Your mate had been through so much more, being a vampire, he didn’t know his family, who knows what troubles he’s faced and here you were breaking down because you couldn’t handle your feelings. You glanced to his free arm lying beside you, gods you were probably squishing him. You tried to will your body up, you felt numb though. You forced it though, forced yourself up and off him. He sat up also frowning slightly as you quickly looked away.

“I don’t know what came over me” you muttered biting your inner cheek.

“You’re overwhelmed, love” he said softly the name rolling off his tongue.

“Overwhelmed? By what? Finally finding my mate?” You scoffed angered with yourself.

“You’ve been through far worse, I can’t imagine what, you said you didn’t even know your family and here I-“ he cut you off.

“It doesn’t matter what I’ve been through, I’ve been here far longer, I know how to handle things” he said.

“You shouldn’t have too!” You fought and he blinked in surprise.

“You should be weeping, angry I don’t know!” You struggled for breath again as you tried to calm your heart.

“Here I am a stupid fat omega girl, fated to a beautiful duke” you muttered those words, but he heard them.

“Come off it, don’t ever talk about yourself like that again” he said voice deadly serious it made you tense.

“You are the beautiful creature I’ve laid eyes on in my two centuries, if I could see myself I wouldn’t compare” he said and you felt your heart warm despite his light joke at the end.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either” you said sighing again and sagging.

“Then we’ll figure it out together” he said a smile gracing his lips.

[euphoniumpets]

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM | CHAPTER THREE

Prompt: ''As long as I can rememer, I've been protecting Alina, it's always Alina who I will protect,'' You told him, looking at Nikolai. ''But who will protect you?''

Warnings: Violence, blood and gore.

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. 

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Starkov! Reader

Taglist: @lyria-skyfall @khaleesihavilliard @shine101 @waddlingwanderer @clqudias @ducks118 @xceafh @priincehoseok @riot-in-my-soul @feyredarling92 @vendy021 @ssprayberrythings @goldenpoison @shine101 @lili-of-the-dream @wilmasvensson

A/N: I suck at writing fight scenes so just bear with me on this chapter. some spicy things are happening in this chapter!!!

prologue - one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten - eleven - epilogue

Sturmhond led you down below the ship as the three of you followed after him. As soon you stepped inside you saw people chattering, talking to each other. ‘’What’s the difference between a privateer and a pirate?’’ You asked and leaned closer to Mal and Alina as you frowned toward Sturmhond in front of you. Mal shrugged his shoulders. 

‘’Yuri! I told you an apple would help,’’ You heard Sturmhond reply, and you widened your eyes when you saw the man on the toilet as he read the newspaper. ‘’Oh god,’’ You replied as you felt Mal’s hands placed on your shoulders. ‘’Just keep walking,’’ Mal responded as you kept following after Alina and Sturmhond with the same expression on his face. Alina held her hand to shield the view in front of her. 

‘’Well, that image is going to take a while to disappear out of my mind,’’ You murmured, making Mal laugh slightly from behind. ‘’All right, listen up, everyone, we have guests!’’ Sturmhond shouted. ‘’The Sun summoner, and her beautiful sister, Y/N, and, uh, you are?’’ He introduced before looking at Mal. 

You narrowed your eyes and bit your lips to hold a laugh when you noticed the annoyance in Mal’s expression. 

‘’Malyen-’’

‘’A guest of the Sun Summoner,’’ He cut Mal off, and you shook your head, trying to hold your laughter when you saw Mal's frusterated expression. ‘’I expect you’ll treat them with the respect I’ve come to know from your pack of liars and thieves,’’ He told the crew as they laughed at his comment. ‘’Come along, my darlings, come on, come on,’’ He urged as you kept walking. ‘’Now, you can have the three at the back,’’ He replied, and you saw three hammocks at the back of the dock. 

‘’It’s the most private suite we have,’’ He said and leaned on the stairs as he saw you approaching him ‘’See you in the morning, Miss Starkov,’’ He replied and gave you a flirtatious wink before he walked away. 

‘’What is his deal?’’ You asked and placed your stuff further in on your hammock with annoyance. ‘’Well, Maybe he likes you,’’ Alina replied with a teasing smile ‘’He is handsome for being a pirate,’’ Alina remarked and hopped on the hammock next to you. ‘’Privateer, as he calls it,’’ You corrected her and rolled your eyes. 

‘’Yeah, well except for the shameless flirting, he’s annoying,’’ You said as Mal chuckled. ‘’If I were him, I would be careful to be around you,’’ Mal responded, as you gave him a look. ‘’I’m not that bad,’’ You defended. 

‘’Sometimes,’’ Mal added with a teasing smile on his face. You slapped him on the shoulder playfully. ‘’Alright, kids, stop it now before someone gets hurt,’’ Alina replied and looked at you. 

‘’I’m going to bed,’’ You rolled your eyes. 

-

That night you couldn’t sleep peacefully. You tossed and turned in your sleep, and with a frustrated huff, you leaned on your elbows as you stared into the dark. You turned around and saw that Mal had already fallen asleep with the book on his chest next to Alina. You chuckled to yourself and shook your head before tossing the blanket to the side. You stepped toward Mal and grabbed the book to place it on the side of the hammock on the small table. You blew out the candle and grabbed a blanket to place above Mal before heading out to the dock. 

It was silent, and the only thing you heard was the water underneath the ship. You enjoyed the sea, how calmly it affected you, and the silence that surrounded you. The smell of the salt from the ocean and how the wind blew. A few people were awake to keep an eye out on the docks as you greeted them with a single nod before looking out at the sea. 

You were so lost in your thoughts and didn’t notice until now when you heard the footsteps approaching you. You thought it was Mal who was awake and he noticed that you weren’t sleeping, but to your surprise, you heard Sturmhond’s voice. ‘’Thought you were sleeping,’’ He commented and stood next to you. ‘’Couldn’t sleep,’’ You said and shrugged your shoulders as you kept looking at the sea. 

‘’You know, you’re welcome to my bed if the hammock is uncomfortable,’’ He remarked with a smirk and you rolled your eyes. ‘’Have you always been this charming? You know, your flirt won’t get at me,’’ You replied, and you heard him chuckle. ‘’I’m a nice guy if you get to know me better,’’ You shook your head with a smile. 

‘’So much being for the Sun Summoner’s sister,’’ He spoke before he looked at you. You frowned at his statement. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ You asked, slightly offended. ‘’I have heard the stories, although, I thought you were more intimidating than most people described you,’’ He replied. 

‘’And here I thought I impressed you,’’ You teased him. ‘’Believe me, you impressed me,’’ He said. ‘’Although, never thought that you could beat guys twice as your half of size,’’ He remarked and you smiled at the compliment. ‘’It has always been like that when I was a child, someone had to defend themselves,’’ You replied. 

While Alina was good at drawing and becoming a map maker, you joined the first Army along with Mal. You took an interest in fighting and would often get in trouble for that when you were children. ‘’So, that’s your story? Fighting alongside your sister?’’ He questioned. 

‘’It’s all I’ve ever done, as long as I can remember, I’ve been always there for Alina, protected her from what’s coming next and she will be the one who I will protect,’’ You told him, meeting his gaze. He met your gaze as he softened his eyes. ‘’But who will protect you?’’ He asked and you furrowed your brows in confusion. 

Nobody had ever asked you that question. Not even Mal or Alina or anyone. It has always been like that since no one took interest in you. You had always been a background character and for the first time, you felt appreciated. 

He sensed your hesitation to answer his question. ‘’Or maybe I can be your knight in armor to save my princess,’’ He remarked, dropping the facade into a teasing smirk. You let out a laugh at his comment and shook your head. ‘’I would beg that to differ,’’ You remarked. 

-

The next morning, you felt well-rested. You were surprised because you didn’t sleep throughout the night since you and Sturmhond talked before you decided to go and catch some sleep before finding the Sea Whip. You didn’t understand him, but you admired him, despite how he would shamelessly flirt with you. 

Although, there was something that you couldn't put your finger around it. There was something about Sturmhond that made you wonder....

You widened your eyes when you saw the ax from Tamar swung at you, reminding that you were at the docks, fighting for your dear life.

‘’Atta girl!’’ You heard Tolya exclaim at you when you dodged the ax that swung at you. Sweat formed on your forehead as you heard the whoop and cheering from Mal, Alina, and the other crew as you and Tamar fought against each other. 

People often heard about you fighting, and taking down big men than your size and Tolya was surprised when the petite girl accepted the challenge. ‘’Scared yet?’’ You heard Tamar playfully ask you as the two sound of metal clinking at each other. You dodged her attack as your sword and her ax hung in the air. 

‘’You’d be surprised,’’ You remarked, a smirk forming on your lips before kicking on her stomach. Tamar grunted and stumbled on her feet before quickly regarding her position as you swung your sword that they let you use during the fight. Tamar widened her eyes before she ducked and swung her ax toward you. 

‘’Keep going, Y/N, you got this!’’ Alina cheered from above. She chuckled at your frustrated expression. ‘’Is she always like this?’’ Alina heard Sturmhond comment next to her. ‘’Like what?’’ Alina questioned. ‘’Stubborn? Feisty?’’ He asked, making Mal and Alina shared a look before chuckling to themselves. ‘’Annoying?’’ Mal added with a smirk before his gaze turned back on you and Tamar. 

Alina rolled her eyes at his remark. ''You could tell that to her,'' Alina responded and gestured her head at you down below. ''Nah, I wouldn't rather to have her hand against my face if she heard me saying that to her face,'' Mal chuckled.

Tamar kicked her feet on your stomach as you let out a grunt and almost fell on the ground before steading yourself and swinging your sword. ‘’Hey, Y/N, after this fight, might wanna join me in my bedroom?’’ Sturmhond commented, making you distracted from Tamar, and turned around to look at him. You felt her toss your sword away from your hand. 

‘’Hey! That’s not fair,’’ You scowled as she chuckled at you. ‘’You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’’ Alina asked him as he had his gaze on you. ‘’You wouldn’t know,’’ Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You sighed with annoyance before shaking your head and raising your fist. 

You watched Tamar arch an eyebrow as you nodded at her. Tamar shrugged her shoulders before tossing her weapons to the side and matching your position. You charged at her first, throwing a punch but she dodged the attack and swung her foot on your stomach. You grunted and fell on the floor as you felt her straddle you. 

‘’Tapping out yet?’’ Tamar asked as she kept you on the floor while you tried to release her from her grip. ‘’You wish,’’ You scowled. ‘’I don’t think she’s going to win this one,’’ Tolya spoke with a frown. ‘’Wait a minute,’’ Mal responded with a smirk. With a surprised gasp, you flipped her over and then swung your leg around her neck, and then flipped her off the ground. You watched her, sighing defeated. ‘’Impressed,’’ Tamar commented and you chuckled before reaching out a hand to help her up. ‘’Who taught you to fight?’’ Tamar asked with curiosity as the two of you walked to the others. 

‘’Mal, usually I would teach myself, I often ended up in trouble with the other kids back at the orphanage,’’ You said, chuckling to yourself while taking a seat next to Alina. The other crew played card games next to you. ‘’It’s true, it was quite annoying actually,’’ Alina remarked. 

‘’Tell that to yourself,’’ You teased her. Tolya snickered when he saw the rest of the crew paying cards while tossing and speaking something in Shu. ‘’What does that mean?’’ You asked him. 

‘’You don’t know it?’’ Tolya questioned and you shook your head. ‘’It means victory in Shu,’’ He explained and sat next to Tamar. ‘’We don’t speak Shu,’’ Alina responded with a chuckle. ‘’Understandable,’’ Tamar replied. ‘’We don’t know what Ravkans think about mutts like us, and in Shu Han-’’

‘’They prefer to remind us we’ve our Ravkan mother’s blood,’’ Tolya filled in. ‘’Blood is blood, only fools think otherwise,’’ Tamar scoffed slightly and shook her head, and handed some cards to Alina for her to play with them. ‘’Is that why you’ve chosen a life at the sea?’’ You asked them. 

‘’Because it understands that?’’ You questioned. ‘’It’s why we chose Sturmhond,’’ Tolya responded, making you roll your eyes. ‘’What’s his deal, anyway?’’ You questioned them and raised an eyebrow. Tolya and Tamar exchanged a look with a smirk on their faces as they placed some cards on the table. ‘’Did you know that his heartbeat is different when he’s around you?’’ Tolya questioned. 

‘’Oh please, ‘’ You responded. ‘’It’s true,’’ Tamar spoke with a shrug on her shoulders. ‘’I think he’s in love with you,’’ Tolya replied and you gave him a look. ‘’Oh, please, he’s an insufferable git,’’ You said to them. ‘’He distracted me earlier with his presence,’’ You muttered, making Tamar laugh slightly. 

-

‘’Did Mal tell you to alter course?’’ You asked and barged into Sturmhond’s office without knocking. He turned around and looked at you with an arched eyebrow. ‘’No, that would be your captain,’’ He replied and pointed at him. ‘’Knock on the door before you step inside the next time, will you?’’ He asked and you rolled your eyes. 

''You don't want to see something inappropiate next time,'' Sturmhond replied with a smirk. You stared at him. ''There won't be a next time,'' You scolded.

‘’Why?’’ You asked him. ‘’It’s a brief change to make use of an Eastern wind, we’ll make better time,’’ He explained. ‘’Your tracker wouldn’t say why, but of all of the islands, he believes the Sea Whip is there,’’ He told you and shoved the map. ‘’You want to explain that?’’ He asked and turned around. 

‘’No,’’ You responded and kept your guard up.

‘’What’s this about?’’ He asked and you looked at him. ‘’We’re the clients,’’ You told him and looked at him with a stern expression. ‘’No client of mine has ever made such demands,’’ He replied and looked at you. ‘’Then maybe you haven’t met someone like us,’’ You told him and he looked at you with a smug expression. 

You knew what was coming. ‘’Well, you’re right, I haven’t met someone like you,’’ He responded and lifted his finger against your chin. You swatted his hands away. ‘’No clients of yours can do what my sister can do,’’ You remarked. 

‘’Well, fair enough,’’ He replied and shrugged his shoulders. ‘’But that’s not what this about, is it?’’ He asked and you frowned. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You questioned and he gave you a look. ‘’Trust is a tricky needle to thread for both of us,’’ 

‘’You need to trust that I don’t have some ulterior motive, and I need to trust we aren’t chasing a myth,’’ 

''Well, you're not,'' You defended, making him scoff slightly.

‘’The difference is you behave like somebody who’s already been betrayed, and that puts you in a tight spot for the task ahead,’’ He replied. ‘’You can’t do it all on your own, you need me,’’ You chuckled before your face hardened. ‘’And you need me if you’re going to get your money, we both know that’s only as long as my sister remains valuable to you,’’ You sneered. 

‘’Well, you are a very fancy cargo, too, it’s true, but do you really understand why?’’ 

‘’It’s not just because your sister will destroy the Fold, she’s a symbol, she’s not just sunshine, sunshine,’’ He replied and began to step closer to you. You looked at him and you tried to step away from him, but he just continued to walk closer. ‘’She’s hope for the future,’’ 

‘’Seems it’s not me who needs convincing of that,’’ He replied and you felt that your back was against the wall and how dangerously close the two of you were. You looked at him with wide eyes and it was now you could take a close look at him. You thought why he was the one who was making you feel that you hate him. It was a feeling that you never had felt like this before and it felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. 

You stared into his eyes and gulped nervously and you really wanted to smack his face off with the smug grin he had on his face since he knew that he affected you. 

Suddenly, a knock disturbed and you turned around to see Tamar with a smirk on her face. Sturmhond stepped away, but you already knew that Tamar had seen the scene in front of her. ‘’Yes?’’ Sturmhond asked. ‘’We're close,’’ Tamar replied and he nodded. ‘’See you upstairs,’’ Sturmhond replied and looked at you before walking out of the room, leaving you alone with flushed cheeks.

What the hell just happened? you thought to yourself, before shaking your head and then followed after their footsteps.

[ninigummysmile]

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞́

Summary: Rosé is a camgirl and likes to show you off to her subscribers

Dom!Rosé x Sub!Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Warning: This story contains +18 content. It is not the responsibility of the author if minors read it.

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 679

“Spread your legs, my love. Show them how wet you are” Rosé says from behind you. You have your back supported in front of her, with your legs wide open, your girlfriend's legs keeping you in that position and preventing you from closing them. “You like it, huh? Do you like to show everyone that you are my whore?”

The only thing you can do is moan in response. Rosé has already made you come countless times tonight and promised that this would be the last.

“Tell them you're my whore” she slaps you on the thigh for not answering the last question with words.

“I, I'm your whore” you say breathlessly.

“Very well. Let's make you come one more time, shall we?”

“Yeah”

“You did really well today, they are very happy to see how well you did”

You feel your girlfriend's fingers caress your breasts already tender from previous activities. She caresses your entire body in an attempt to make you relax before ripping you off with another orgasm.

You sigh when you feel her fingers on your abused clit, the urge to cry from the overstimulation is greater than the pleasure.

“It's too much, I can’t”

“Of course you can, you won't let them down in the end"

You try to swallow the tears and concentrate on the pleasure, thinking that the sooner you cum the sooner it will all be over.

Your mind is already completely blank, the only thing you can hear is the noise of countless messages and money sent by viewers.

Rosé introduces three fingers at once into your pussy, with slow movements to be able to create your orgasm little by little.

While you feel great, it's like your body is too tired to react.

“Is it good, honey? Or do you think that's enough for today?” your girlfriend whispers in your ear.

“No, I can. I'm going to cum again” you answer closing your eyes tightly already feeling the pleasure take over your body again.

“Look at you, cumming one more time for money. You even looks like a filthy whore.”

She knows how much you like dirty talk when you're in bed. She knows that you like to be called a whore, that you like to be told how beautiful and tight your pussy is, that everyone is jealous of her because she is the one who touches your body and no one else.

Laying your head on Rosé's shoulder, she turns your head and kisses your lips. You feel an inexplicable pleasure inside your tummy that will explode at any moment.

You're so wet that the sound of your girlfriend's fingers on you drowns out almost every other noise.

“I'm so close” you let out between moans.

A shiver runs through your entire body, your moans are so loud that it seems all the neighbors can hear them. The tension created within you is so great, you have never felt anything like this before.

Little white stars form inside your closed eyes and as if something has finally cut the string inside your stomach, you cum for long seconds, your throat releases the most pornographic moans possible and your body trembles slightly.

Waves and waves of pleasure make you feel inexplicable happiness and your tight channel spasms in the fingers of Rosé that helps you to prolong this happiness to the fullest.

After a while, you open your eyes and feel a liquid run down your legs.

“Pretty little pussy squirted all over me”

You smile weakly still recovering from the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Standing up carefully, she takes the camera off the tripod and reads the last few comments and before turning off the camera, she says “That was today's live, Y/n put on a great show and even squirted just for you guys. See you soon!"

Turning off the camera, she goes back to lying on your side and strokes your hair until you have the strength to get up and she can take care of you the way you deserve.

[strawheart-pirate]

Icing

Monkey D. Luffy x gn!Reader

December 11th 2023 Words: 994 CW: modern AU, SFW, fluff, food, food fight, no seriously it’s just funny

You've been sharing an apartment with Sabo, Ace and Luffy for a few months now and you like it. And even though Sabo is always on the road because of his job and Ace stays with his partner most of the time, it's never been boring since you had Luffy. But there were days when the urge to throw him through a window was immense.

Life with the ASL brothers is great if you stick to one rule: Never mention food to Luffy unless you want to feed him, and feed him now. You were talking to your best friend on speaker about Christmas preparations while doing laundry. You didn't realize your roommate came home while you were talking about cookies and a gingerbread house your friend was going to bake. At least not until you heard an excited cry from the front door.

"GINGERBREAD HOUSE?!" You end the conversation just in time as Luffy lunges himself at you, smiling brightly. "Oh yes, let's build a gingerbread house!" His eyes sparkle with joy. You could never say 'no' to those big puppy eyes. Never refuse a request when he was so excited.

You sighed. "Okay, fine. We'll build one tomorrow, okay?"

"But why not right now?" Luffy nearly drooled on your shoulder.

"Because I have to go to the supermarket first." The sparkle in his eyes seemed to fade and you felt bad... "But how about ordering food from your favorite delivery guy tonight?"

"Yay, I can't wait!" Luffy jumped off of you and opened the delivery app as you sighed. You were glad that you had at least saved the day and made a list for tomorrow. You had a bad feeling, but it couldn't be that bad, right? This is Luffy we're talking about, so everything will be fine in the end, so you pushed your worries aside and enjoyed a nice evening on the couch with fast food and a happy roommate.

The next day, you were lucky enough to find Luffy meeting his friends for breakfast, so you were able to start preparing. After successfully gathering the ingredients and kneading them into a fairly stiff dough, you rolled it out to the right thickness and cut out the pieces you needed. You had prepared four wall sections and two roof sections. With the remaining dough, you cut out trees and stars. You baked everything and cut it again to get sharp edges before you let it cool completely and concentrated on decorating. You collected all the sprinkles, nuts, almonds, and candy you could find and then made a nice icing to glue everything together. When everything was ready, you took a moment to yourself and waited for Luffy.

Your moment didn't last long because Luffy seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to food. He announced his return loudly and stormed into the kitchen. You giggled and went into the kitchen yourself.

"Hey Luffy. I've got everything ready, so we can start right away," you said excitedly.

Luffy looked at everything you had prepared on the counter and his eyes sparkled. "Can I have a taste?"

"No." You slapped his fingers back from the gingerbread. "Just wash your hands and we can start."

He pouted, but walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

"You can have the leftovers when we're done, okay?" You sighed and made him an offer.

His pout immediately turned into a smile and you could start decorating the sections.

You were impressed how well Luffy could control himself. He didn't even nibble at the decorations. You had finished most of the house and decorations when the icing got stuck in the piping bag. You squeezed harder, but it didn't work, so you held the bag higher and checked the nozzle. Big mistake. When you were eye-to-eye with the nozzle, Luffy decided to squeeze the bag hard, and within a second, the nozzle separated from the bag and hit you in the eye. The icing splattered everywhere, on your face, on Luffy's shirt, all over the counter...

As if that wasn't enough, the door opened to reveal Sabo coming home from work. Your eye began to twitch with annoyance... How much bad luck can you have in one moment... Luffy threw his hands in the air and let go of the piping bag to lunge at his brother. Sabo just giggled and hugged him, even though his clothes were now covered in icing as well.

"I see we have a new roommate." Sabo joked as he looked at you.

You stared at him, wiping the sticky sweet goo from your eyes. Sabo was still laughing and hugging Luffy when you suddenly appeared right next to him. His reflexes were good, but not good enough, and a second later you were rubbing your face against his to share the icing. The whole thing escalated quickly, and after a decent icing fight, the three of you sat exhausted on the floor while Luffy licked the sweet, sticky stuff off Sabo's and your hands. You were all a little happy when you realized that the gingerbread house was on the floor. Your smile turned to a frown, and Luffy let out a small cry when he realized what you were picking up. His eyes filled with tears that threatened to overflow.

"Luffy... I'm sorry... We'll make a new one..." You were doing your best when Sabo interrupted you.

"We'll make it a tree house. Just like the one we used to have when we were kids! And you can make the flag, okay?"

Luffy's tears were gone in an instant, and he started gathering things for the flag. Sabo and you salvaged what you could from the broken gingerbread house, and you built a tree house according to Sabo's instructions. All three of you stood proudly around the counter as Luffy placed the flag on top and put on his trademark smile.

"This is the best gingerbread house we ever made." He said proudly.

"Let me just take a picture." You pulled out your phone when you heard crunching noises.

"Luffy! No!" Sabo and you shouted in unison, but it was too late. Luffy had already devoured the whole gingerbread house.

He looked at you with an innocent expression. "What? I was hungry from all the work and the icing battle..."

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Chapter Two: Don't Flinch First

A/N: Yeah, so there's a barely edited chapter two for this medieval AU (part one is here). Two chapters is as far as I've gotten in planning, so this may be the last chapter for a little while (and I'm not quite satisfied with it yet, but I'm tired of staring at it). If you have any questions, please ask, I love answering questions about this AU! Feel free to comment, I also love feedback :)) Chapter Two is under the cut (CW for some cursing and implied mind control at the end, non-important implied death in one paragraph, vague description of (mental?) suffocation - if I need to add anything else, let me know)

Chapter Two: Don't Flinch First

Rhythmic, pounding, the clock thudded as the second hand pushed on through the tightening wrap of time on Kendra’s lungs. Close your eyes, listen to the clock, slow your heartbeat. Breathe in, wait for four ticks. Hold, wait for four ticks. Breathe out, four ticks once more. Open your eyes again. Don’t move, don’t worry, don’t panic, don’t move.

Kendra reminded herself of this time and time again as the second hand slid easily, mockingly, forward alongside every slide of makeup that covered her face. With every soft brush of the bristles against her face, tickling her skin, a cold, chilling shiver shuddered down her spine like a sharp slap of pain. Instead of letting this sink into her, though, she closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and opened them once again to face the mirror in front of her.

She sat in the wooden chair, unmoving. The worn cushion beneath her crinkled as she sat, and the curved, lacquered wood, unlike its appearance, could barely come into contact with skin without leaving behind a splinter. Yet, Kendra tapped her fingers against it, alongside the clock. Every tick of the clock called for another brush of makeup, and for every brush, for every tap, another lie settled heavy in her mind.

Don’t move, Kendra chanted to herself. Move, and the makeup would smudge. Move, and they would have to start over. Move, and the lie would become a little less believable. The air slid as sludge through her, around her, dripping off her limbs, and pooling in her constricting lungs. Ever going forward, it continued, slow and thick, as did the silence. They dredged on together, an inseparable duo.

Kendra, tense as a wooden board about to snap, suppressed the urge to shiver as the brush moved closer to her neck, where most of the work focused. The modifications needed to look perfect, completely real and true. If a single flaw merely existed…

Close your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Open your eyes again.

Alyssa, if Kendra remembered the handmaiden’s name correctly, focused intensely as she applied the different products, building an amazingly fake recreation of gills on either side of Kendra’s face. They emerged from the side of her neck, protruding in layers. From there, red and orange scales lingered, thick in an initial circle around the gills before scattering, spreading up on her cheek and down to her shoulder. The job took time, certainly, but Alyssa understood this when taking on the burden—and the large paycheck that came with it.

At younger ages, Kendra had been assigned Lena as her makeup artist, alongside a mentor for her said-to-be emerging magic. Ever since she abdicated from her position as queen, Lena had much time on her hands. But, as she moved on to a full mentor position to Kendra, she became much busier, and a new hire came along.

Though, Kendra supposed ‘new’ couldn’t aptly describe Alyssa. Alyssa Carter, and the rest of the Carter line, by extension, worked along the Burgess line for what felt like centuries. Always paid handsomely, it began with Harrow Carter, many years ago. Despite avid researchers’ attempts to find the moment Harrow and Patton Burgess met, nothing could be found. Harrow, a man of humble origins, became Patton’s personal gentleman-in-waiting after an encounter between the two in the woods, and as far as the story went, that seemed to be it.

Since then, ladies-in-waiting alongside other gentlemen-in-waiting became extremely close friends to the Burgess line, whether they were the current kings, queens, princes, or princesses. It stood as perhaps—other than the royals and nobles themselves—one of the highest paying jobs in the castle.

Kendra and Alyssa had once been good friends, if Kendra remembered correctly. Once upon a time, in a different place, a different setting, their bond had been set up for success. Back then, no pressure had yet been set upon Kendra’s shoulders, and so she could walk and talk without first having to sift through her vocabulary for the right words.

But, over the years, more and more pressed upon her, begging for her immediate attention. Issues and responsibilities tugged at her clothes, grabbed her with reckless abandon, and Kendra worked to satisfy every single one of them. She busied herself with the issues of others, and they were satisfied. Relationships such as the one she had with Alyssa had no immediate pressures. Their bond led to no stress, so it began to fall last in her to-do list, an unkept friendship. An easy responsibility Kendra soon forgot about.

And now, they sat in silence.

While Kendra’s grandparents never pressured her specifically to give up the friendship, looking back, Kendra knew she would have to eventually. Princesses didn’t have such close, irresponsible relationships with their ladies-in-waiting. Instead, they went out, socialized, and found others in similar roles as themselves. Then, later, they would find someone to court.

Leaving even less time for a friendship that did not matter on a political, royal scale. Leaving no time for Alyssa.

Before, Alyssa would have been hard to leave alone in such a way. As a bright, energetic person, she always commanded attention, even as a servant. She had a light in her that sparked like a fire, and a smile that warmed up a room, and hair bright and wild as gold. Her and Kendra slid down banisters, snuck into the king and queen’s bedrooms, and even out into the city, without a single consequence. No one recognized them, and even if they did, no one stopped the princess.

Yet, as Kendra began to back away from that old frame of mind—understanding the mistakes she could no longer afford—Alyssa dissolved from sight. She hid in the background, in a way that Kendra never understood. She became another face in the crowd, nothing original, nothing outstanding. Her voice quieted until Kendra didn’t remember what it sounded like.

Kendra, between one point and another, hadn’t recognized her. With dull blue eyes and blonde hair barely brushing her shoulder, Alyssa became a stranger. Nothing about her brought attention to her, instead everything focused on causing the eyes to easily slip past. Move on to other things, leave her behind, and let her stay in her quiet corner.

Not the person Kendra knew, once upon a time.

Maybe she too had grown to understand consequences and regret. Maybe Alyssa understood that with one wrong step, one slip-up, one mistake, street corners would herald the news with glee. It would echo and reverberate, and it would shatter their lives as they knew it. The news would sink into their subconscious and haunt them for the rest of their lives. Because those who lived in the castle, those who had a presence, were nothing more than someone to look at, admire, win over, and then betray as soon as they made one single mistake.

A dweller in the palace, held with a reverence akin to a saint; a pretty face able to be dressed up, fantasized about; a statue on a pedestal, made for the public to throw their misplaced insults and anger onto them instead of the world… that’s all they were.

An idol, a doll, a punching bag, a thing.

And such things did show: the gills, crafted carefully with artisan’s hands; the dress which fell down around her ankles, bright fire-colored fabrics and gems alike coming together to shine like a flame on her body; and the way she could barely stand straight, stand still, when she saw people’s eyes focus over her, judging something as simple as her every breath.

A thing.

…Though, the dress did have pockets, something which Kendra first looked at with glee and thanks. In fact, she remembered showing them to Lena with the purest joy she had felt in years. The shoes, as well, were something comfortable, flat, so she could keep her balance in a place serving drinks that could easily stain.

But, all of this still continued, in her mind, to be tinged with a sour taste. Comfort, as it stood to be, still needed to be beautiful. Events such as these still included being dressed up, placing a mask over the face and body, and laughing with a fake smile that stretched over one’s entire personality. Made to be a marionette, pulled into dances with strings, talking in a voicebox with the same few polite phrases. Then, after the fact, a wretched homesickness for the ease it put upon her mind to simply be pulled along.

…But the pockets were nice. Truely.

Alyssa stepped away a moment later, and Kendra craned her neck to see the faux gills on either side. They looked so realistic, so natural that it became uncanny to her.

“…And that’s the point,” Kendra said to herself, trying to reassure in a way that put her mind at ease.

Alyssa did not look over at her, nor did she give a single indicator to show that she even heard Kendra’s voice. She simply began to pack up her things and try to wipe the excess makeup off of her dress, a light pink and yellow thing, like the clouds in the faint afternoon. A frown played upon her face as she let her eyes glaze over everything in the world, careful and practiced motions the way she carried herself through life. Routine, all of it.

Kendra recognized the way Alyssa moved through life. Quite similar to being pulled along by invisible strings on a line, she supposed.

The clock ticked on.

Alyssa had done a wonderful job, as the point stood to look in such a way that magic affected her very being, running through her veins as much as blood. Because, as her grandparents described it, magic did run in her veins. According to her records, a trace of the Source had been obvious since her birth. The Source cradled her in its arms, and it gifted her with power to help her public.

According to the Church of Light as well, when Kendra had been around the age of seven, the Source saved their lives. During the spring months, the obituaries of her maternal grandparents, Hank and Gloria Larsen, spread. The news devastated the whole family. Demons—also known as people or monsters changed by Void magic to the point where they could no longer be perceived as human—attacked their home at the edge of town. While barriers were in place to keep most monsters out of their cities—Festival Nights as exception—demons had an advantage, as they technically started as humans. These demons were unable to be caught, as only a little more than a month later, an attack shattered the regular schedule of the castle, ravaged by an unknown group who hoped to rid the world of the Burgess line. In the attack, many servants passed alongside the prince and princess at the time—Kendra’s parents.

The Church of Light believed Kendra’s magic helped mask her and the people around her at the time. It created a barrier of sorts the demons either couldn’t pass through—or perhaps avoided subconsciously, magically distracted and refocused elsewhere. Afterwards, Kendra became heralded in the church as a saint of sorts. Her new position in society became a weight on her shoulders, respect ebbing from the people as they bowed.

Conspiracies existed, of course. Rumors of the “truth” behind the Burgess and Larsen deaths were exchanged in whispers in the dead of night, where the Church and the Castle could not hear. They believed the deaths were connected, or perhaps orchestrated, or some other number of things that Kendra shoved from her mind any time someone dared utter the words in her presence. For her, only one conspiracy existed and only one.

Kendra could not wield Source magic.

At one point, one time, perhaps she could. She could as a child, and before half of her family seemed to die off, she could. But after that fateful night, as soon as she became praised and revered and feared… The light vanished from her fingertips and had yet to return. For years, she tried and tried to harness it once more how the Church of Light told her she could. Once it became evident she had no such ability left in her, Lena taught her how to lie. Her grandparents fed her the lies she needed to stay in order to appease the public and the church, and she repeated them as told.

And if either the church or the public ever found out…

Close your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Open your eyes again.

Kendra couldn’t let it come to that. So, Alyssa put the makeup on, made it seem as if Kendra harnessed the power daily, and Kendra spit those lies from her mouth as often as she could. If needed, there were plans in place for desperate times. Lena had magic from the Source from birth, though slightly fainter, and illusions were easy if you were the one controlling the stage, the scene…

The puppets.

Kendra, when first asked to choose an animal—mammal, fish, or invertebrates—she took inspiration from Lena’s own scales on the back of her hands. Scales, or gills in Kendra’s case, were easier to replicate. Other Source modifications were more difficult to create, such as vertical pupils like a goat, or delicate bee wings growing from the back. One person especially, in Kendra’s own family line, could cut off and regrow their limbs, exactly like a starfish.

Amphibian, reptile, and bird additions, meanwhile, were reserved for Void magic. Its usage could be shown by warts, scales, feathers, or in the very rare occasion, bird wings. These changes were meant to be obvious, because if so, they could find a traitor within their ranks. They could not hide, not from the Source. Some myths were present with the idea that the Source imprinted the additions onto humans, if only to present one’s loyalty or traitorous ability.

Of course, some changes, such as aforementioned scales, could flow from either magic type. But, if the questions were expressed to the point of someone accusing your use of magic, then your reputation within society became the singular thread holding you above the raging waves. Kendra would never in her life be accused—certainly not publicly—and neither would the rest of her remaining family.

They were royals.

They were perfect.

They had to be perfect.

“Thank you,” Kendra quickly whispered out to Alyssa, last minute, as she opened the door. Yet, Alyssa persisted on in her silence as she slipped from the room. The clock continued, now the only noise penetrating the empty air, rattling around in the space until it settled deep in Kendra’s heart. The second hand hadn’t yet passed a minute before the door swung open once again with a graceful ease Kendra could never fathom possessing.

Grace could not well enough describe Lena Burgess. As a previous queen, ruling alongside Patton Burgess—one of the most well-known kings who brought an age of prosperity to the kingdom—she had a reputation as well. After King Burgess’s untimely death, Lena stepped up to the role for years until the tumultuous era ended, the waters calmed. She led them through a time of darkness and grief, a light for all the people. Once she felt her responsibilities began to return to routine, she abdicated, giving the role to Patton’s nephew she knew would serve the country well. The family line continued, all the way down to Kendra’s grandparents. Lena still lived, the Source running through her veins, keeping her alive for longer than humanly possible.

Kendra often wondered if Lena ever struggled. If so, she hid it well from others. She presented herself perfectly, not a spot or smudge out of place. Her dress fell halfway down her shin, a shade darker than a handmaiden’s, though still a very light pink. Her hair laid long, now fully colored with gray, only small strips of black still within it. Her eyes were soft as she stared at Kendra through the mirror. Scales covered her gloveless hands, deep purples and reds.

Kendra wished she could have a fraction of Lena’s composure, or perhaps one true scale as they were on her hand. Everything that Kendra worked horribly to achieve, Lena could do effortlessly. Without a single word, she could create a ball of glowing light. Without any effort, she used magic as if it guided her, and she guided it in return. Lena stood as a compass, and Kendra followed dutifully.

Lena’s hands, light and cold, brushed around the makeup. A slight sense of relaxation creeped up Kendra’s neck as she felt Lena create a seal, protecting it from water, from smudging, and from anything else that may attempt to show its falsity.

“…Do you believe I’ll ever be able to do that?” Kendra carefully hovered her hand over the seal. Seal, an easy spell as Kendra knew, something most adolescents with access to magic knew how to do. Yet, Kendra couldn’t muster enough for something as simple as that. She felt her heart drop once more as Lena did not immediately answer, instead placing a steady hand on her shoulder. The cold of her hand, while it could be felt, did not seep into Kendra’s being as she expected it to.

“You may be able to do this in time,” Lena murmured, a warm smile on her face. “So, do not fret your little mind too much over this matter. Some do not have their full aptitude unlocked until their late twenties. As of right now, you are still a child.”

“I’m seventeen. I’m essentially-”

“You are not an adult. Not yet. Cherish these years, don’t try to rush anything, or you’ll regret it later in your life. Let yourself be a child.”

Kendra watched as Lena stood tall above the mirror, her fingers carefully separating Kendra’s hair into sections, beginning one, thick braid on the back of her head. As she began to braid, Kendra considered staying quiet, staying still, but she had been sitting, silent for so long.

“What if I’m never able to?” Kendra asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The words barely left her mouth, barely audible. She shouldn’t have said anything at all, shouldn’t have let that doubt leave her mind in such a way that would only lead to her capsizing over the thought. She needed to be confident, had to be confident, or the lie may fail, and her family could be put into danger-

“Close your eyes. Breathe in, breathe out. Open your eyes again.” The words resounded as soon as they were in Lena’s voice rather than Kendra’s own. Lena seemed to sense her panic, her utter despair over the idea, as she carefully held the unfinished braid. “I would advise you to wait until you’re an adult and see what happens then. If new magic never shows, then I suppose that is that. The Source knows what is meant to be, and maybe your magic always had the chance of running out.” Lena paused. “That does not mean the Source dislikes you, or hates you. It doesn’t mean you are worth less or have somehow failed someone. You know that, correct?”

Kendra paused, her mind turning over Lena’ words. “If I don’t lie with a certain precision, if I mess one thing up, my entire family could be in danger. The weight of my whole family is on my shoulders…”

“And it shouldn’t be. You’re seventeen, for Source’s sake.”

Kendra only stared at the faux gills on her neck through the mirror. “Then how much longer do I need to keep this charade up for? People with Source magic live for longer, proven by your very existence, so… How long? How long do I need to keep blatantly lying to everyone I see, everyone I meet?”

Lena paused. “Maybe, eventually, you and your grandparents can ease the Church, the public, into the idea.”

Kendra nodded, slowly, wanting to laugh a little bitterly, wanting to give in ever so slightly to the inherent anger that flared in her chest. Instead, she stamped the feeling into the ground, tapping the arm of the chair, letting her anger flow over her instead of into her.

“We both know that isn’t happening anytime soon,” Kendra said, quietly, softly. Even four months into the future, after she became an adult, she would still not be able to make her own decisions—not without her grandparents’ guiding hands on her shoulders, the public looming behind her. “I wish I were old enough now. Old enough to know, to decide my own path and future.”

With an apologetic look, Lena stared at Kendra, a mix between a smile and a frown on her face. “I understand, and from your point of view, it makes quite a bit of sense. You want the freedom to choose, and I want that for you as well. But,” Lena laughed a little, something light and loving, “you do not want to be old yet. Be young. Live without creaky old bones like mine.” Lena smiled, and Kendra smiled back.

She disagreed, Kendra did. An elegance could be attributed to her wrinkles, to the spots on her skin. Instead of blemishes, she wore them as small, shining suns. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled, and her gray hair shone. Though her bones were weary, her mentality continued to be something worth admiring.

“I don’t know. I think, when I’m older, I would want to be like you.”

Lena stayed still for a long moment, and Kendra could not tell what raced through her head at the time. A slight sigh escaped her lips, and she carefully moved to the front, blocking her view of the mirror. “I imagine you do. But, I am more interested to learn what you are like when you are old, not me. You can take inspiration, sure, but at the end of the day, you must be yourself, and you must craft your own identity. I am more interested in Kendra than I am a reflection of my mirror.” She moved to the side, and Kendra stared back at herself for a very long moment. Lena once again rested her hand on Kendra’s shoulder, a familiar, comforting weight for Kendra. Softly, she spoke, “I am so very interested to see who you become.”

“…A lot of people are.”

Lena sighed, eyes saddening as she stared at Kendra for a long, quiet moment. “You have too much tension in your muscles for someone your age. Wise beyond your years, and yet…” She shook her head again, as if she were about to say something and stopped.

“Yet what…?”

Lena shook her head again. “Nothing. I simply believe differently than certain others. I believe you needn’t worry about your future quite yet. Not in the deep, prying way you do, dear.”

The future terrified Kendra more than should have been humanly possible. She had stared at pleading citizens before their execution and murderers on trial, she had even faced the disapproving face of the public, her family, and none of it could be quite as terrifying as the future.

An unknown in a world of endless possibilities—endless, an intimidating number. The pure expanse of which there were alternate futures where things were better, worse, different, cautioned her against estimations of what the future held for her. If the future held infinite possibilities, there were worlds where her biggest dreams were fulfilled, and there were other worlds where her family line ended, as it seemed destined to.

“The future doesn’t always sound inviting.”

“…How do you feel now? Right now.”

“What?” Lena gestured for her to continue. “I suppose I’m alright. Not doing too bad.” The question seemed to come out of nowhere, and yet Lena had a slight—somehow comforting—smirk on her face.

“From another perspective, right now could be seen as the future from another point of view. When you are a young child, the future is the moment you become an adolescent. When you are an adolescent, the future is when you’re an adult. You are constantly living in the past, present, and future at the same time. Right now is already the past when mere minutes ago, we knew it as the future. Time is a constant that will not stop, but it will also allow gradual change. There will not come one day when you are suddenly cast into your older self’s life. You will grow into it, you will understand it, and you will be able to face the future prepared. You craft every moment you live, meaning this very second, every minute, you’re painting your present and future.”

Kendra slowly nodded.

“I’m unsure if that helps,” Lena said, her voice hesitant with Kendra’s uninsightful response. “But, someone very dear to me imparted that wisdom to me in his dying moments. There is a certain terror that comes to those who age unnaturally. To know you will outlive everyone you love is…” Lena paused, looking at Kendra and shaking her head. “Nothing you will need to worry about at a time like this. Just know that if you are worried about losing those you love, they stay with you, whether in photographs, memories, or legacies. They stay with you, stick to you like a sap, and the same can be said for the past. You carry the past with you with every movement you make, while moving on to the future to make new memories. Memories, new or old, can help carry you along the tide, ebb and flow of time.”

Lena carefully finished the braid, styled so intricately, in front of her left shoulder for her to see. Smaller braids were woven in the singular, thick braid, and two small face-framing pieces lay beside her head. “And when you make those memories,” she continued, “I hope you look back and wonder why you were scared at all.”

The ticking of the clock, ever present, became a little less cumbersome as Kendra stilled her tapping fingers. She stared at herself for a long moment, a deep breath rattling within her. “I need to go downstairs soon. Did you hear, there are rumors that guests from other countries are coming to the Gala tonight.” Lena didn’t seem to mind the quick change in topic, nor did she have any comment on the behavior. 

Kendra spoke the truth, despite her weariness. The party would start at six, as the Galas always did. Preparations for the next day until three, rest until six, and celebrations until the sun rose. This, of course, excluded all Knights other than her brother and grandmother, needed more for the politics of the castle than for the protections Warren instead had deftly handled, at least until the party finished. Afterwards, Seth and her grandmother would go back to their duties.

As it began, the Galas of Seasons only included citizens within the same city as the capital, Fable. But, as time went on, more and more surrounding cities and towns began to arrive, taking the week away to come and visit the city and its sights. They knew that their government would protect them when it came to the Festival Night. This year, however, many rumors of other countries’ ships arriving at the docs floated through the halls—something Kendra’s grandparents had yet to mention to her or the general public, if the rumors were true at all. If Kendra had to guess, considering the situation she all-too-well understood she found herself in…

Lena lifted the circlet from the top of Kendra’s desk, placing it carefully, delicately on her head. “And these guests,” Lena said, “why do you believe they are here, now of all times?”

Of course Lena knew. Kendra should have guessed Lena knew practically every goings-on within the castle walls, not excluding Kendra herself. After a long pause from Kendra, Lena continued. “You’re meant to start courting someone.”

The clock began to tick again, this time with deeper, more resounding clicks closer to funeral bells. It spun its hands around her lungs and squeezed as tightly as it could; the pointed ends stabbed into her, causing her to deflate as she sat there.

The tapping on the arm of the chair began once again.

Kendra slowly nodded and began to talk, her voice gaining speed as she continued. “I’m meant to choose a groom soon, or at least start to pursue someone in hopes of marriage later on. I’m getting closer to eighteen, and the expectations were destined to be placed upon my shoulders sooner than later. If I don’t start soon, the people will begin to ask questions. Instead, I need to figure out which country we may benefit the most from if they were to be our…” her voice faltered, “ally—in such a way but I’m not sure-”

“Or,” Lena interjected with a slight shrug, “You could follow your heart, as my dear husband once did.”

Kendra rose from her seat, turning from the mirror and instead beginning to walk towards the door. “I… I can’t. I have to choose a prince or a young king. If I don’t then there’s a wasted opportunity there, a potential better future that I’ve walked past for us—that we’ve all walked past,” she added quickly. “I have the option to use this for the betterment of the kingdom, and I will.”

As Kendra walked closer to the exit, Lena followed. “Is that what your grandparents did?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then why would they expect the same thing of you?”

Kendra didn’t have anything to say to that, instead pushing open the old, creaking wood door to the hallway. Sure, her grandparents weren’t pressuring her directly to court a prince or king, but the responsibility came with her current situation. One never has to make a good decision, but it’s always better advised. Kendra understood that.

“Dear,” Lena said, catching Kendra only long enough to move a small strand of hair from in front of her face to behind her ear. “Marry someone you love, if you wish to marry at all.”

Kendra waited for a long, stretched moment before speaking again. “Lena, maybe in your and grandma’s time, marriage didn’t have as heavy a precedent as it does now, but the world is in tense collaboration more often than not. If anything, anything goes wrong, then that tension will snap, and we need allies. If marriage is a way to get one…” Kendra sighed. “Then that’s what I’ll do.”

Lena’s smile slowly fell into something much sadder. “Why?”

“Don’t ask me questions like that,” Kendra muttered, and Lena gave a slight, small laugh. Kendra didn’t often break her formal manner, but for Lena��� Well, it happened more often than not, a surprising fact for someone as prominent and important as Lena. One might think Kendra would wish to be more formal with her, and yet that could not be farther from the truth.

“��Seth doesn’t have to choose anyone soon, not that I know of-” Kendra began as she started down the stairs. Before she could finish, or before Lena could ask another question Kendra knew she would dread, the door at the bottom of the staircase slammed open. Kendra could hear someone running up the stairs, breathless. 

Seth—speak of the devil—appeared briefly in the layers of stairs below them, leading to a preemptive sigh from Kendra. As he got closer, almost running into and over them, he stopped, eyes widening. He leaned against the railing, smiling in such a way that every bone in Kendra’s body revolted.

“What did you do?”

“I haven’t even said hi,” Seth said, still trying to catch his breath. Pointedly, he continued with a smile, “So, hi Lena, Kendra.” He nodded. “What time is it?”

“Don’t you have a watch on you?” Kendra looked her brother up and down. His outfit, nothing fancy, had such a rumpled look to it that she perhaps didn’t even want to know of his previous actions. Of course, it didn’t help that his eyes darted to the corners of the room as she watched “You’re not even dressed yet, and the Gala is starting in less than an hour. Seth-”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll go see Calvin in a second.” Seth seemed to be practically vibrating as he switched between one step and the next, obviously feeling forced to talk. “But for right now, what time is it?”

Lena pulled out a golden pocket watch from her dress, the chain connected from within the many folds. On its back were engraved lily pads, the gold shining and textured to resemble a rippling pond. “It’s a quarter until six.”

Seth simply blinked, staring at her.

“Five-forty-five,” Kendra supplied. “We need to be down at six.”

“Right, thanks!” Seth began to go up the stairs once again before stopping and turning. “Do you have a compass in your room?”

“Why do you need a compass?”

“Reasons. Yeah or no?”

Kendra rolled her eyes, barely. Lena looked between the two of them, a smile still prevalent on her face. “Use your own compass, I think you stole my last one. My only one, to remind you.”

Seth waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Fine. I’ll use one of my own.” He paused again. “If I can find one,” he said, mind wandering as he started back up the stairs, murmuring to himself.

Kendra continued walking down the steps, trying to ignore the pooling feeling in her gut, not of… dread. No, something much more wary that stirred in her, compelling her to follow. But, Kendra knew she had a duty, things she needed to do. She couldn’t be burdened to watch his every step anymore.

So, she continued down the echoing steps. Lena watched, almost seeming to evaluate Kendra’s actions. To the depths of her heart, Kendra wished to ignore any kind of judgment Lena had to offer. Lena had the ability to look through Kendra, see almost everything within her, more than Kendra often understood.

“Do you ever wonder what he’s doing?” Lena asked, innocently, as she continued down with Kendra.

“Sometimes.” Kendra shrugged. “I did when we were kids-”

“You both still are children-”

“-but I’ve almost given up. He’s everywhere at once, and I can't even attempt to keep up with him as well. There are plenty of other things that I need to keep my attention on. Besides, I have… bare minimum trust in him. I just hope he’s not taking that and running with it.”

“…He’s becoming the Captain of the Guard in around four years, is that correct?”

“Once he turns twenty, yes.” The door upstairs squeaked as it opened, slamming shut with a reverb. “And I have never been more concerned for this country’s safety than when I heard that news.”

Lena laughed, the sound casting itself back over the two of them, surrounding them, and the silence outside of Kendra, the rushed words within her, settled ever so slightly.

Smoke curled into whisps, rising high from the churchwarden pipe as another breath exited the man’s lips. The night’s chill rose to surround him, wrapping him in a shivering embrace as he stood in the middle of the immaculate garden, something belonging to the Burgess family. Cool metal dug into his back from a bench he leaned against, feeling much too restless to ever sit.

Dedicated, the bench claimed, to Marshall Burgess, an old king of Fablehaven. This ‘centerpiece’—one of many—professed legacy, money, and sophistication. Despite this, the man saw no beauty in it. All of the flowers in the garden were crafted carefully with Source magic, perfect down to the veins in the petals. Created for beauty, nothing more and nothing less.

Fake. The whole garden felt fake.

The man scoffed, taking another breath from the pipe as he moved away from the bench, closer to the lake. The lake, something more loved, a more permanent thing than anything else in the museum of a place, enticed him more. The lake had imperfections, rocks set deep into the earth with small plants growing up and over the stones. Flowers of all kinds, natural flowers, twisted up between the rocks. The water rippled with every wind, green tints from growth underneath peeking through. Fish flashed under the water between lily pads, and the man slowly brought himself to his full height as he watched.

The man rightfully believed the previous queen established the pond, many years before her abdication. She often frequented the quiet spot to sit and read with her husband while he lived. Now, it stood to be more of a sentimental place, people often said, where she sat in silence, in mourning and in grief.

Not that the man particularly cared. Better to know your opponents and understand the actions they may take, rather than be surprised by them at a later date. He knew how loyal she could be when it came to family, to those she loved. And, the man knew the treasures she held in the pits of the castle, unknown by most, even those who lived within the same walls. That became the thing that intrigued him.

Most of his… endeavors started on a smaller scale. A penny here, a silver piece there. Once he began to amass more followers, more friends, in his trade they began larger operations. A Duke left without his riches, a tax collector out of a job after all of the money he collected mysteriously disappeared. On and on, the man could name stories of people he had fucked over, and he would smile and laugh while telling the tale. Yet, this time, his hire offered him more money than he had ever seen in one place at a time—and the man had many times found himself in the vaults of rich nobles.

The man pulled each finger of the glove off of his hand, one at a time, sharp nails exposing themselves to clear air. He bent over, holding his hand above the water before a snap movement ended with a small fish in his hands. He watched it struggle for a moment before holding it above his head, letting it slip from his fingers into his mouth.

Of course, his mouth extended a little too far, his teeth a little too sharp in a few too many rows, covered by his gums. His tongue, a deep black color, flicked from his mouth as his illusion shuddered. No longer stood a rich, snobby prince. Instead, something more akin to, something better described as, a so-called monster stood in his place. Citizens, if they had seen him, would have raised their torches, calling for a hunt. Unbeknownst to them, one small note, one small hum, and he could easily lure them into an apathy or entice in them a sense of desire, whatever he wished.

The man quickly replaced his glove as he heard the faint noises of a door opening. It closed, swift and soft, without a noise. From it, a girl walked onto the path that led to an exit back to the town. She wore a lady-in-waiting’s dress, makeup foundations smeared across her hand and arm. She held a small clutch, and a hooded cloak laid over her head, short blond hair barely escaping its heavy folds. Her eyes, partially hidden, had a slight red quality to them, puffed as if she had been crying.

Emotion, as many people who worked with the man always eventually realized, stood as a weakness whenever he got involved. If he could weasel his way into one’s mind, through the olive branch they extended to him, he could control the direction of the situation. Charm had cost many people a fortune, and it had paid him back that same amount. He could earn what many people did in a lifetime’s amount of work with a simple bow and flourish.

“Um, hello!” The man called out, hearing his illusions skitter and bounce in the area back to his own ears. No longer low and grinding, his voice sounded high, much like a pubescent, snobby noble from a neighboring country. “Are you quite alright? I’m afraid I got the time wrong for when the Gala starts. I wondered if you would be able to help me with something.” He held out his gloved hand, and with a slight hum filling the air, the girl’s eyes began to grow a light purple sheen like a second eyelid.

“My name is Casey Hancock.”

With a slight hesitation quickly overruled by the growing purple tint sliding across her eyes, she took the man’s hand, shining in the pale moonlight, a reflection off of the lake.

“Alyssa Carter.”

Casey smiled wide. “Nice to meet you, Alyssa.”

The whisper floated through the night, the wind carrying it high into the stone building, and Kendra felt the hair on the back of her neck stand.

[kazxraval]

‘I’m not doing anything to you.’

“I'm cornered now. Trapped. You've trapped me, Urmilla.” Mostly flat with a dash of disdain. This was meant to go so differently, which added to his agitation. “I came here to talk." To bring her the most important treasure that she'd ever be given. Returned to her. "Not to play whatever game this is.”

He wasn’t naive– everyone had the potential to fuck him over in the end. Particularly brutal for Urmilla to go this route when her situation in Seattle turned so sticky. In fact, it stuck to itself, folded over on him, and bound them both in the long run. Whether Urmilla wanted to admit it or not. So now he'd taunt, might even beg, anything for her to hear what he needed to say. In the moment, the process far too slow for his liking. 

Eventually they found themselves seated across from each other. Her gaze ticked a few times to the doorway, and Kaz checked his peripheral. "Theo did come after me, once you were gone. Kept him off my back for a while. Can't anymore, he's found me again." A thoughtful pause and more deliberate glance over a shoulder. "I want to tell you more but not in front of an audience." Parts and pieces effectively complicated, all those things required time to describe.

But the heart of the mission was so simple. And the next step should be too. Kaz stood quick. The palms of his hands slapped roughly down on the table. "I want to talk to you. In private. Please. Did you hear what I said, Urmilla, for fuck's sake-- let me show you something first. I can't go until you see. And then I'll give you the flashdrive." A pointed look to the phone she still held in a hand, and perhaps she'd take the hint. "Please," he stressed once more before her man shoved him down into the chair again.

Hindi came through the doorway and he picked out the relevant words. Shots rang out in the courtyard. The sounds of controlled chaos roiled inside the building. In the confusion Kaz was able to get close to a window to see a scene of mayhem outside. Urmilla wanted to steer him out.

"Who are they, why are they attacking this building?" He began to move with Urmilla's guidance. Reluctance turned to urgency as one of her counterparts went down. Inside another office, Kaz involuntary ducked at a pop of gunfire somewhere on the floor below. Then a cloud of smoke from a blast of shells filled the hallway.

But in front of him a passageway opened. Like something from a movie. Kaz peered in while Urmilla urged he go first. His jaw tightened, the tendons jumped at the hinges. Before Kaz could even protest yet another death trap, Theo appeared through the smoke. Incredibly stealth, he strode in to cut them off and grab Urmilla before much could be done.

Kaz shook his head no again, except this time it wasn't a reply to Emre. It was to answer Umilla's disbelief. Theo still called her Nadia, but gopher holes and people meant he'd probably been watching her for a while.

His hands lifted, he took a few slow steps forward. "There's a few things you need from both of us, fuckwad. While we're alive. If you'd thought it through."

As Kaz moved, Theo talked over him: 'Stop. Right there, Kaz, don't come any closer.' A true deficit for Urmilla to be unable to read his mind, and Kaz did the best he could to warn her with a look. 'Kaz, I'll kill her, don't take another step--'

There came a noise they collectively felt before it was heard. A rattle of the floor beneath them, a thump to their bodies like a medicine ball thrown at their chests. The walls of this second story building shook. Every window in the room shattered simultaneously. All three drowned under the weight of debris and smoke, concrete and rebar, dust and smoke. When Kaz came to, he squinted and shielded his eyes from sunlight that poured through a missing wall of the room. He quickly wrenched his legs out from under the rubble. Across the pile of devastation, two people helped Urmilla up. Her people, as he recognized one as the muscle in his 'interrogation' earlier. She also didn't resist the help.

And those fuckers were taking off without him, so he struggled to get to his feet. Someone at Urmilla's side spoke calmly to her as they helped her down a rocky slope leftover from the blast.

"Urmilla!" Kaz clumsily stepped over hills of stone and sand to see Urmilla climb into a car below. "Call him! You have to call him!" Hopefully she still had Kaz's phone. All she had to fucking do was call Emre. "Please!"

Kaz was dazed. His ears rang loud, when he spoke his voice sounded submerged in deep water. He looked around. Small fires burned. People were lifeless around the flagpole he'd stood at not long ago. Weapons cast aside. The building destroyed by an explosion of some sort. Urmilla's car began to roll away.

The ringing kept Kaz from hearing what occurred behind him. He was dragged, turned around, restrained. Theo looked on with a solitary wave and small grin. The hands of more strangers around him quickly rummaged through his pockets. He knew what they searched for.

His head was yanked back and his gaze forced up at the bright blue sky through a gaping hole in the ceiling. A cold sensation pressed at his throat. It tugged rough and pulled jagged across the skin. Then, a spill of warmth. His hands shot instantly up to his neck and came away covered in blood. Kaz began to shout but only saw a spray of red come out of his mouth. Theo and the men with him took off, presumably out of the building for their own escape.

Perhaps time marched on, but somehow Kaz Raval's face had remained the same; and though Urmilla kept telling herself that the boy was only a small chapter in her life (and one she was better off being rid off, in the end. For his safety. And yet...) she was both irritated and thrilled to still be able to read him.

Just the basics, anyway. Kaz was not as contained as he thought he was, as a youth. He'd had time to perfect his emotional nips and tucks, but Urmilla could still see the anger. The boy was a stick of dynamite, and she'd just lit his wick. Around her were the people who'd kept her alive and hated everything about this plan. They didn't understand why she wanted to meet this Kaz Raval at all. If he was lost, then so was the flash drive. Nothing had to change.

But he was here now - found himself with no help from anyone else. Kaz's entire life was a game of lost-and-found; but wasn't Urmilla's as well?

"Calm down. I'm not doing anything to you," she responded tightly, but relieved when he threw the knife down. She felt a flicker of trust towards him for that, despite his aggravating cocky smile. Haughtily she said, "Taunts, really? A little beneath you, aren't they?" But why was he taunting her? How many layers of spy had he become over the decade?

The scuffle was disturbing but Kaz, in his own way, came out on top as usual. The boy rose like cream, or pond scum. She didn't flinch as he dragged the chair out, but the bruiser growled in irritation. He was being cooperative, despite the arrogance and anger. He was being cooperative, and Urmilla held onto that.

So she owed him that much, regarding his questions. (And so far, 'why' and 'how' were on equal footing, but. At least he was talking. She did not want more violence, especially not on him). "Theodore Nathan? He disappeared shortly after you did. No one heard from him since. I thought -" She glanced to a darkened doorway, then back at Kaz, persistently continuing. "I thought he got to you."

Kaz circled back to the sons thing. Practically boasting on how he knew her true identity now. Working with Theo would make Kaz privvy to all of that. And he acted like they were alive still, to twist the knife, make Urmilla feel weak. Obliquely using his own history, to pluck guilt in her. It was a cruel tactic, appealing to her motherhood...even if it was ineffectual.

"Kaz, if you're -" Urmilla started on a lecturing tone - perhaps a little too personal and intimate a tone to be using here, with her people listening. But she stopped short when Kaz kept talking about Emre.

Emre loves you. I don't know how he does it.

Now he was outright mocking her - not just about her dead sons, but about himself, too? Like it was so easy for Kaz to let go. Like all she had to do was check Kaz's phone, to hear a ghost. As if seeing one sweet ghost wasn't enough. She glanced at his phone in her tightly cramping hand, then back at him. What of Iyaz? She always imagined Kaz and Iyaz would make good friends; Kaz would look after Iyaz, and Iyaz would be good for Kaz. Maybe....maybe Kaz was actually telling the truth...? Urmilla wanted to ask, but instead she barked, "Enough! Just give me the flashdrive and we don't have to do this. Please, Kaz."

"Urmilla, just let Preet search him," said another woman's voice, somehow sterner than Urmilla's. It came from the darkened doorway, and it was Hindi. "We can't wait for this. You've had enough time to -"

But the woman was cut off by the crack of a gunshot outside. A whistle, and then another two gunshots. A man's grunt, then loud cry. The other woman rushed out, cocking her gun and ushering Urmilla. "It's too late, we've got to go. Leave him!"

"No!!" Urmilla reaching for Kaz, arm curving around his shoulders. Almost protectively. In that split second, her decision was made: she wanted Kaz. She wanted to trust him. "He came all this way to find me, I won't jeopardize him. Kaz you have to come with us, please. You'll be safe with us, I promise."

The woman relented and urged them, as Preet provided cover - and was shot down. With a little gasp, still trying to hold onto Kaz, Urmilla followed her colleague into the other smaller office. Behind a pivoted filing cabinet, the wall opened into a gaping with rock-carved stairs leading down. A hidden tunnel, one that would lead them back down underground to the market. Back down to where Kaz had arrived in Alexandria.

Urmilla met Kaz's eyes, her dark ones filled with trepidation. Had the wick burned to the end yet, or could she tamp it before he blew? "Kaz, please go first, I'll follow and close up behind -"

Urmilla's colleague had already disappeared down the tunnel's sandstone steps, when an arm looped around Urmilla's neck. It jerked her back from the tunnel's mouth, and a boot kicked the filing cabinet back into place, shutting the tunnel's entrance. Urmilla screamed and kicked back against her assailant's knees, only freezing when the barrel of a gun shoved against her temple. And then Theo Nathan's smirking face appeared behind her, looking straight at Kaz.

"No - no! It can't be!" Urmilla gasped as she saw Theo in her periphery. She stared at Kaz, confusion and hurt knitted into her brow. "Kaz, did you..."

"This couldn't have gone better if I tried," Theo jeered. "Now I've found one of your people's gopher holes, Nadia. I can finally finish you off with just one pull of my trigger...and best of all, I've got you helpless, Kaz Raval. You fuckhead." There was still a ruckus outside, but Theo just looked at his watch, then levelled a smug, triumphant look at Kaz.

"Won't be long now," he drawled, knowing Kaz understood too; all Panopticans were hypervigilant about time-keeping. "Time to decide. Your skin or hers? Either way is a win for me."

[suna-reversed]

Insatiable desires

Gojo x F!reader x Toji ft. Nanami

art credit: @sk_jkg7 (twitter)

MINORS DNI!!

warnings/tags- gangbang, degredation, spanking, spit play, cum play, oral (m.receiving), manhandling, choking, creampie, fingering, gagging, mentions of bondage

A/N: this is just porn without plot, don’t even try to figure out what timeline it falls into, just assume it’s written in the veeishornyfordilfs-verse😩

You don't exactly remember how you ended up here-

splayed across the lap of the world’s most powerful sorcerer, ass up and panties pushed to the side while one of the most elite fighters of the zenin clan sits across from you, hand lazily palming the massive bulge in his pants. 

“Told you she’s an obedient little thing-” Gojo’s bragging is cut off as a loud moan escapes you. 

“Sure she is.” Toji says in mockery, a dry laugh escaping his throat.

“What’s the point of having her tight cunt gush around you if she isn’t making any of those sweet sounds?” Gojo counters, his hand harshly coming down against your throbbing clit making you choke on another moan around the blindfold stuffing your mouth. 

Gojo’s fingers continue to explore your folds, moving every now and then to spread the wetness across your bruised ass which had been subjected to repeated spanks from both the men just moments ago. You arch your back more as his fingers come right onto your clit, face contorting in pleasure as he starts rubbing circles onto your sensitive bud. 

A loud groan pulls you out of your bubble of ecstacy. 

“Put her on the bed already, she’s dripping enough to fit 3 cocks inside her slutty little hole by now.” 

You tilt your head to find Toji’s piercing gaze fixed onto where Gojo’s fingers meet your juices, his hand pulling his cock free from the elastic of his boxers. You whine needily at the sight of it, making the tip of his cock twitch as a bead of precum dribbles down the side. A sharp slap comes down onto your ass making you wince from pain, tears welling up in your eyes from being teased for too long, 

“Better have the same reaction for my cock too sweetheart.” Gojo sings out, voice laced with a hint of jealousy. 

Toji looks amused as he gets up, not even acknowledging Gojo as he pulls up your body from across his lap, easily tossing you onto the bed like a ragdoll. You look up at him with pleading eyes as he comes to stand at the edge of the bed, his huge member right in front of your face. Even Gojo’s remarks of annoyance are silenced as he grips your jaw, slapping your cheek with his enlarged cock, 

“Do you deserve it?” His voice is deep and commanding as he pulls up your face so that you’re staring right into his eyes. You nod your head rapidly, mouth still gagged. 

Toji bites his lip as he apprehends your tear filled eyes and your drooling mouth. You cough a little when he suddenly pulls out the fabric in your mouth, throwing it to the side, you barely even have the time to take a breath before the tip of his cock is rubbing against your lips, urging you to take him in, 

“Let’s see what kind of sweet sounds she makes when my cum is oozing out this dirty mouth.” 

That’s all the warning you get before his cock is making its way past your lips and hitting the back of your throat. The spit that had built up in your mouth now leaking out the sides and falling onto your tits. It’s filthy and lewd as he grips onto your hair to tilt your head upwards, smearing the mixture of substances drooling out the side of your mouth across your cheek, laughing as tears fall from your eyes. You can feel him getting close, loud moans rumbling from his chest as he fucks your mouth even deeper than before. Your vision is blurry from the tears, no coherent thought in mind except for the feral need of having Toji’s cum down your throat when suddenly, you’re harshly pulled back, a sob escaping you from both shock and desperation as the back of your head hits Gojo’s chest. 

Everything happens in a flash. You barely register the growl that leaves Toji’s throat over the sound of Gojo snickering, and before your know it, the dark haired man is striding towards you, a look in his eyes that makes you want to beg for your life, but he doesn’t even look at you as your body slumps to the mattress. You snap your head behind to see Gojo pinned against the headboard, smirking at the large hand wrapped around his throat. 

Your eyes widen in surprise and heat crawls up your face as he crashes his lips onto Toji’s. Toji’s eyes hold the same expression as you for a second before a loud groan leaves his throat, hand moving up to grip Gojo’s jaw as he pulls away. The arousal that pools in your core as you watch the thick splatter of Toji’s saliva hit the side of Gojo’s lips is almost embarrassing. Gojo looks amused and it seems like they’ve almost forgotten you until he raises his hand, two fingers gesturing you to come closer, which seems to snap Toji’s attention back to you too. You crawl over to them, Gojo’s lips immediately melding with yours, the mix of both their spit coating your tongue. 

“Fuck this- I wanna be inside her.”

You’re being pulled away once again, only this time, angled in a way where you're on your fours, ass towards Toji, nose pressed onto Gojo’s muscular thigh, his cock standing tall against his stomach as he runs his fingers through your hair. You lick a stripe up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock, moaning as you feel your folds being spread apart, the tip of Toji’s cock lining up with your slit as he kneads the flesh of your ass. You feel Gojo’s hand pushing your head forward, urging you and you oblige. You struggle to take him in your already fucked out throat, barely halfway through when you feel the burn of a cock stretching your walls. You moan around the cock in your mouth as Toji fully sheaths himself inside of you, the vibrations making Gojo bucks his hips up into your mouth. 

The vulgar sounds of Toji’s balls slapping against your ass as he starts thrusting into your gushing cunt fills the room, overpowering the grunts and groans of the blue-eyed man stuffing your mouth with his dick. Gojo brings his hand forward to fondle your breasts, fingers pulling and pinching your hardened nipples which makes your cunt clench. Toji groans at the movement, strokes getting sloppier as he feels his climax nearing. Both men are bucking into you, using your body to their own pleasure as you lose your balance and fall forwards, mouth still bobbing against Gojo’s cock because of the push of Toji going in and out of your leaking pussy. 

Gojo is the first to climax, holding your head down, nose pressed up against his happy trail as he cums deep down your throat. The peak of your own arousal washes over you as Toji’s fingers move across your abdomen to find your clit, hastily rubbing circles onto it as his cock brushes one particular sensitive spot against your walls. You’re moaning around Gojo’s softening dick as the first wave of an orgasm hits you, tears escaping your eyes from the edging as the coil in your stomach snaps. Toji follows soon after, pumping your cunt full of his seed as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. 

Your body collapses onto the bed as both men pull themselves out, Gojo lazily reaching over the nightstand to throw over his phone to Toji who proceeds to take pictures of your fucked out oozing cunt. You’re panting from the exhaustion as strong arms wrap around you and pull you up to a warm chest, 

“You don’t think you’re done without me having filled you up, do you?” 

His hot breath next to ear makes shivers run down your spine as you shake your head, still too tired to respond as another hand kneads the flesh of your inner thigh, the bed dipping as Toji comes to sit across from you. 

“What the fuck Satoru?”

Your eyes immediately snap open at the foreign voice, both Gojo and Toji’s attention being diverted to the doorway, towards the man in the suit, tie loosened around his throat and an extremely annoyed look on his face. Arguably, it was Gojo’s fault for pulling you into a random room after he had seen you pressed against the wall in some corner, Toji’s lips latched onto the tit he had pulled out of your dress. 

“Ah- I didn’t think the room was occupied.” Gojo says nonchalantly, the side of his lip twitching upwards. 

You knew the ever-observant man would never make such a mistake, making you wonder what he was up to. The vexed look on the man’s face who stared at you from across the room would have made you want to shrink into yourself even if you were fully clothed. 

“But you have been stressed these days, haven't you Nanami? Maybe you deserve a little reward.” 

You yelped as you felt hands spreading apart your thighs, glancing over at Toji to see what he thought of the situation, but his own eyes mirrored the look of the man exposing you to the blonde at the door. 

“I’ll fucking kill you if you ever wreck my room again.” 

There was anger in Nanami’s words, he was stressed and tired from having to work overtime on today’s mission and to come home to such a mess was the last thing he expected. Still, he found his cock twitching against the restraint of his pants as he looked at your bare pussy, your eyes holding a look so innocent as if you weren’t just getting fucked by two men. Maybe he did deserve a reward after all, he found himself thinking as he strode towards the bed, pulling his tie loose. 

You couldn’t deny that the man was attractive, his aura both dangerously calming and commanding as he apprehended you carefully, his hunger-filled eyes raking over your figure with a look that said he was going to devour you whole. He didn’t put away his tie, instead tying it up into a makeshift knot and you felt yourself getting wet once again as you realised what he was planning. 

Well, you were always curious about wanting to get tied up and fucked anyways. 

[hooman4ever]

‘Cock Warming’ !Slight NSFW! Karl Heisenberg x Male Reader

Contains: Cock Warming, Edging, Teasing, Anal, Bondage

This was torture you thought as you were sitting on Heisenberg's lap as he sat in a chair in front of his workbench, he was working on his newest project. Normally this wouldn't be a problem as you usually kept the man company while he worked but this time he insisted you did so naked- with his length buried in your ass.

At first it was bearable and almost enjoyable as you could hold him as he worked a delicious full feeling only adding to the surprisingly comfortable position, however it started to get more irritating when he started to tease you. Every now and then he would grind into you pressing against your most sensitive spots only for him to stop or when he would fondle your member occasionally stroking you all the while he had a knowing smirk on his face as you suddenly were clinging to him, your breath less controlled and your face flushed.

Once again you felt him shift the movement pressing his length against your prostate making you lurch forward a loud whine escaping your mouth, he laughed.

"Someone's needy."

You scoffed as you glared at the smug man in front of you, "And who's fault is that." you muttered under your breath.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Gritting your teeth you pushed yourself off his chest now sitting up arms crossed as you looked him in his eyes. "I said- shit~" your sentence was cut off as a moan forced it's way past your lips. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he thrusted inside of you once giving you the movement you needed and at the same time not giving you enough of it.

At this point your member was flushed red precum smeered on Heisenberg's lower abdomen as you once again found yourself clinging to the man.

"That's much better, be quiet and stay still. I'm almost done, little cock warmer~" he cooed mockingly at you before his hands left your hips.

You grit your teeth as you contemplated disobeying him and simply taking things into your own hands, in the end you didn't however knowing if you did he would simply leave you there hard and needy.

After a few more minutes he finally set his project down and rested both hands on your hips as he rubbed circles into them soothingly.

"See that wasn't so hard, was it? Now I believe I should reward my good boy for being so patient."

Suddenly he lifted you up in his arms, not removing himself as he pushed you to his workbench, something dug into your shoulder blade but you paid it no mind as you were more focused on the man in front of you. He moved his hips slowly at first almost as if he was urging you to beg for him, and he did. He wanted you to beg for him to pound you into his desk and make you a moaning mess underneath him. Keeping up with his slow pace you finally snapped.

"Karl, please just hurry and fuck me already!" you were annoyed and horny and his games were starting to become less amusing to you.

"Well since you asked so kindly." he scoffed before picking up his pace, his quick deep thrusts had you moaning below him as you squirmed feeling the heat in your abdomen swell with every thrust. His grip on your hips was almost painful as his fingers dug into the flesh using it as leverage as he pulled you back to meet every one of his thrusts. Skin slapping filled the room along with your moans, you felt your mind go hazy when Heisenberg removed a hand from your hips instead to give your member much needed attention.

He quickly jerked you off, matching every one of his strokes to his thrusts. Your arms flew around his shoulders as you buried one of your hands into his hair pulling slightly drawing a groan from his lips before metal quickly flew across the room keeping your hands above your head.

"Bad idea, buttercup." his voice was strained.

He then gripped the underside of your thighs and lifted them almost folding you as he started thrusting again, the new position allowed him to hit deeper spots inside of you. The sensation was mind numbing as your brain seemed to short circuit, your vision went white as you came. An open mouthed scream of pleasure left you as Heisenberg kept up his relentless pace abusing your hole.

"Fuck- just a little more."

His thrusts became sloppy as he reached his orgasm as well, he nestled his face into your neck as he came a moan leaving his lips as he filled you. Slowly he lowered your hips before pulling out, the warm liquid instantly slid out of you. The metal trapping your wrists seemed to disappear as Heisenberg lifted you into his arms checking you over to make sure you weren't hurt.

"How about we get you cleaned up?"

You smiled as he set you down carefully almost as if he was scared you would break.

"That sounds nice."