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[iilehai]

Moment of silence for Vi's muscles, please.

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

Taming the Supe

✨ Soldier Boy x Fem!Therapist!Reader ✨

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A/N: Let me be upfront and say that I actually haven’t seen the boys 😭 not my cup of tea as far as shows go. So this perception of SB might be very far off. But like, he’s hot and he keeps showing up on my feed so this is happening >:) and in my defense I did try to do a little bit of research on America’s Ass(hole), so hopefully that shows lol. From what I understand he’s a TERRIBLE person who just so happens to be extremely attractive, so slay. Oh, also, to any therapist reading this: I am so, SO sorry.

Icons by me! Any and all interaction is very much appreciated!

Also- I’m looking for a beta reader/ editor! If you think you’d be interested, dm me!

Content Warnings: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ 🌶️honestly that about sums it up. There’s SOME- A LITTLE- plot but it’s more plop if you catch my drift. This is toe-curling, eyes-rolling, name-screaming, tsunami-coming level shit, ya hear?? At least, that’s what I went for. ;)

Just note that SB is… very SB for the better half of it. And he has an INSANE breeding kink.

The ending’s real rushed cause honestly this was mainly written for the spice, but hopefully it’s enjoyable!

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Taming Soldier Boy was a feat that should have been impossible. In all regards.

He was a jackass- apple didn’t fall far from the tree as far as he and his dad were concerned. It wasn’t necessarily Ben’s fault; you cant help your blood. But because of said aforementioned father, Ben was brought up on misogynist ideals and the ideal that he was simultaneously both a disappointment and the bearer of a massive god-complex. The former applied to when he was around his father, the latter to when he was around literally anyone else.

Not only that, but he was separated from society for forty years, being tortured- sorry, “experimented on”- by a skeevy Russian organization that his own teammates had pawned him off too. Sure, he had committed massive, unforgivable atrocities, but quite frankly, the other supes on Payback weren’t much better. Maybe not as bad, but certainly not much better.

He re-walked upon the United States at the very young age of one hundred and three, coupled with PTSD, a god complex and more “back in my day” rants than your weird old uncle could ever hope to spew.

And now the thing is: it’s easy to make him look like he blends in. Trim the disheveled forty-year-old beard, give him some boyish bangs, throw him in a tight white shirt and a Giants jersey with grey sweats and all of a sudden you have a normal looking, abnormally attractive dude. Looks maybe thirty seven. Has a smile that has probably actually, literally charmed the pants off of someone.

But to make him act right? That’s the hard part.

That also where you came in.

You were a therapist with a damn good reputation. Shouldn’t have been involved with Supes in the slightest, but you owed Hughie Campbell a favor. Good kid who just so happened to have powers. So be it.

The kid had stumbled into your office a few years before Soldier Boy returned, and you had had multiple sessions before he dropped of the grid. You paid it no mind- you have a lot of clients, and therapy isn’t a good world to get attached to any of them.

But then one day, after one of Homelander’s many destructive “saves” of the city, you found yourself stuck in a burning building. By some miracle Hughie was in the same building, and he teleported you out and onto safer ground. Sure it was awkward being held up bridal style by a young dude who was ass-naked, but stranger things have happened.

Because of the save, you felt that you owed him, and told him as much. He was gracious, not wanting to take advantage of you, and you went back to not hearing anything from him.

That is, until just after the news article about Soldier Boy’s return broke out. It was definitely a headline that had caused you to raise a brow, but from what you knew America’s first supe was not what Vought made him out to be in the eyes of the public. He was an asshole who killed activists, and was most likely very racist. If anything, seeing the headline made you slightly wary for the good of the world. But you let it slide, figuring that if you already existed in a world where psychos like Homelander did you would probably be fine if there was one more.

Well, you were very much wrong.

A few days after the article broke out, Hughie called you. Asked if you would be okay to take you up on that favor. Of course, you said yes- you were only alive because of him. He had showed up to your house, and teleported you to a dinghy motel with no explanation, rendering you both in the same awkward situation as before. Him holding you bridal style, ass naked. If you had a nickel for every time he’s done that… you’d have ten cents, but it’s still oddly specific of it to happen twice.

“Listen,” he had said, setting you down. You had no choice but to do so, given that he was ass naked and it would be really awkward to see that. So you kept your eyes locked on his as he talked. “You know how Soldier Boy is back?”

“Mhm…” you nodded warily, knowing damn well that that was an ominous hook to your situation.

“Uh, he’s insane.”

“Sorry, he’s, like, he is? Presently?”

“Yeah… he’s in there and I think he would really benefit from a little therapy. His mind’s wired like a grandpa who has stories from every war.”

“Fuck, Hugh,” you cursed. He winced, his sweet eyes opened wide. “Sorry. It’s just.. are you kidding me?” Soldier Boy? It would probably take a team of specialists to figure out what’s going on in that head.

“Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you at least try?”

“Only for you.” It was really hard to have resolve with those puppy dog eyes staring at you.

“Thanks, y/n. Really.”

So you had walked in behind him; waiting as he threw on some sweats that were in a plastic bag outside of the motel room door.

You walked in together, only to see the most beautiful man you’d ever seen sitting on the bed, shoes still on.

Look. Everyone has fantasized about Soldier Boy at least once in their lives. The pinnacle of physical perfection, charisma oozing from his pores- it was hard not to. You were no exception- in your younger years there had certainly been more than a few nights where you were fucking yourself to pictures or videos of him, pathetically rutting on your clit and wishing it was his huge, gloved hands instead.

Of course, that was well before the article on the truth about him broke out. After that he had majorly lost his sex appeal.

However, seeing him in person immediately flashed you back to being younger and sexually frustrated, wondering how a man like that even existed. He was even better looking in person, piercing green eyes boring holes into you.

Thankfully it only took one douchey comment to snap you back to reality.

“So prostitutes are still a thing?” he asked, the question directed at Hughie. You immediately balled your hands into fists at your side, ready to tell this old-ass off, before remembering that you were there on professional business.

“No, no, she’s a therapist,” Hughie told him. “Y/n L/n, the best in the business.”

“You brought me a shrink?” he laughed incredulously. “Fuck you, I don’t have shell shock!”

He definitely had shell shock.

You didn’t bother waiting for Hughie to answer. “Listen, Mr. Boy, I’m only here ‘cause I owe this kid a favor. Would it really pain you so much to talk about yourself for an hour?” Your hands were planted on your hips.

“Man, when did women get so feisty?” he asked, that 1950s accent oozing through his words.

“Once they came to their senses,” I say with sass.

“So what? All I have to do is talk to a pretty thing about me?”

“Pretty much,” you conceded, ignoring the “compliment” he payed you.

“Fine.” Great. He agreed. How wonderful.

“I’m going to get some food, I’ll be back in an hour. If you need anything at all, just text me,” Hughie told me. “Thanks again.”

“Sure,” you replied, leaning in by his ear. “I think you’re going to owe me after this.

“Yeah, you’re probably not wrong,” he agrees, patting you on the back before teleporting away to the store. Man, this power thing… never gets any less weird.

“Take a seat,” Soldier Boy patted his lap.

“Hilarious,” you rolled your eyes, sitting on the other bed. Look, if he hadn’t been the jackass you knew him to be you most definitely would’ve sat on his lap. But you knew better. At least in the moment. “So, tell me about yourself.”

“M’name’s Ben, and I’m a soldier. My daddy hated me, so became a superhero. Surprise, surprise, he still hated me. But I’m better, stronger than he ever was. Might go take a piss on his grave while I’m here.”

“Interesting,” you murmur, putting together a mental file. Name: Ben. No last name? Weird. Daddy issues- makes the god complex make sense. Hmm. “Did you ever have a mother in the picture?”

“No. Died when I was a boy.” Added to file.

“Okay, so then why take the serum?” You know why, but you want to see something.

“You deaf? I said it was cause my daddy hated me.”

“You took a untested, potentially dangerous serum just because of your daddy issues?” you ask, matching his rude tone.

“You- you know what? This is boring. How about you and I fuck instead of this, hm?” he asks. Him saying the word fuck turned you on more than it should, but his misogyny was a quick turnoff.

“I think I’m just going to text Hughie,” you said, moving to stand, wholly unimpressed.

“Wait, no- I did it cause I hated feeling weak. Feeling stupid. Thought it would turn me into someone, just turned me into a jackass machine,” he said honestly, his eyes big and sad.

“Okay,” you said simply, sitting back down. That’s much more like it. “So then what led you to murder innocent people?”

If this were a normal session you would have never asked such a thing. Ever. But this was anything but normal.

“What did you just say to me?” And there it was. A glimpse of that Soldier Boy quick temper. You probably shouldn’t have been making him mad, but you didn’t know how else to go about this given that you weren’t in your professional environment.

“You heard me,” you told him with your arms crossed, trying to bite back the fear caused by

“You’re playing with fire,” he warns, fists balled at his sides. “A question like that’s gonna cost ya.”

You roll your eyes, standing my ground. “Why. Did. You. Murder. Them?”

“Because they deserved it,” he yelled, standing up. You do your best not to flinch, but he was an imposing six-and-some feet tall.

“How? Did the Milk family deserve it? Did their son?” you yell, fighting off the fear in your voice.

He stops then, jaw clenching. “I was the good guy. The hero.” His voice breaks, ever so slightly. His green eyes burn holes into yours. You stare right back, just as intensely.

“So, imposter syndrome.”

“No!” he roared, the sound threatening to bring down the roof of the motel room.

“They were good people. Activists. Made a difference in their community.”

“That got what was coming to them.”

“What? A car being thrown at their house?”

“You…” he steps closer. You sit up in the bed, back against the headboard. “You don’t know me.”

I stand up then. Not nearly as tall as him, but in anger. “Yeah, but I know your actions.”

“Then you should think I’m a hero.”

“I don’t.” I say grimly, arms crossed.

“I’m Soldier Boy, for Christ’s sake,” he spat.

“Yeah, and I’m Y/N L/N. Who fucking cares.” Well this went from therapy to argument real fast.

He leans down then, by my ear. It’s all you can do not to back away as his hot breath fans the column of your neck. “Maybe you should.” His voice is gravelly, rough from anger but also from something else…

“Well I won’t.” You said, maintaining your ground.

“Wrong move, sweetheart,” he said, before crashing his lips to yours. You squeaked into the kiss, surprised, but he just took initiate to shove his tongue in your mouth, exploring with great fervor.

And you knew damn well how wrong this was. How unprofessional you had been; how bad it was that his tongue, this tongue of a murderer, was half down your throat. But in the moment you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, because he was just that good of a kisser. Made you forget about the misogyny and his volatility. At least, for the time being.

He pulled away, smirking down at you.

“If we do this, you’re going to talk to me after. Act like you’re an adult,” you told him sternly, as if your underwear wasn’t soaked with arousal from the kiss.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled.

“I fucking mean it,” you reiterated, hands on his pecs.

“And I fucking said fine,” he retorted. “Ben,” he introduced as an after thought.

“Okay, cool. Ben.”

“That’s the name I better hear coming off those pretty lips in a couple minutes here,” his gaze darkened with lust, emerald green eyes darkened to the color of a forest cloaked in the dead of night..

“O-okay.” And there it is, the first time you gave into the stutter derived from your desire. This was dangerous, but once he kissed you again you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

When he pulled away he thumbed at your lower lip, and you immediately react led to his touch, mouth falling open around the digit. “Good girl,” he praised, and you hated the way you felt proud at his words. He pulled off his jersey and under shirt, urging you to do the same until you both stood before each other, topless. He crowded you against the bed until you fell back, calves draped over the edge. He made room for himself between your legs, kissing you furiously, and you let out little breathy sighs as he did so.

“Attagirl,” he breathed when you gasped his name as he bit along your collarbone. He continued his fiery trail, from the juncture of your earlobe and neck to your collar bone and then down your chest, and you knew damn well that you weren’t going to be able to cover up half of the marks he gave you. But you also couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“You-you can come in me,” you mumbled as he kisses the valley between your breasts.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, I’ll fill you up real good” he said, eliciting a gasp from you when he bites your nipple.

He continued his path of kisses down your body, and in the bottom of your eye you could already see dark marks on the tops of your breasts, making your head fuzzy.

He stopped at your pants, biting the juncture of your hip and and thigh.

“‘m gonna get you ready for me,” he explained, before ripping off your pants and underwear in one go. This is not a metaphor, he literally tore them of you. You whined in protest, but he dismissed you, saying “I’ll get you new ones.”

And even though you knew he most definitely wouldn’t, his breath on your clit stopped you from caring.

He gave you no warning before diving into your soaked pussy, and you all but screamed his name when he fid, your fingers grasping his hair for dear life. He groaned into your cunt but kept going, spurred on by your actions.

The thing was, you hadn’t expected him to be good at eating pussy. He was from, like, the forties, after all. You thought that most people then probably didn’t bother as no one really cared about women and probably their pleasure back then.

Well, Soldier Boy- Ben- was very different.

He worked at you methodically, licking long stripes before thrusting his tongue in an out of you, testing the waters. He kept eye contact, and you could feel the smugness in his gaze as he watched you come apart.

Eventually he switched so that he was sucking on your clit, which would’ve been enough to bring you over already but then he added one of his long, thick fingers to your pussy. You yelped his name, not ready for the stretch and on the edge.

“Don’t stop,” you urged, whining. “Please don’t stop, Ben.”

And he didn’t, adding a second finger and scissoring within you. If his fingers were already like this, his cock…

But you couldn’t think about that then, nor could you really think about anything at all because he started tracing tight patterns on your bud and added a third finger, stretching you so far that you had no choice but to come. He helped you ride out your high for longer than you thought possible, lapping up all of your release before standing up to full height.

“That good, Sweets?” he smirked, looking down at your fucked out self. You nodded dumbly, and he chuckled. “Thought so.”

Your release covered his facial hair, but he didn’t seem to care much, just wiped a little off with his forearm. He then kicked off his shoes and took off his pants and underwear, and that’s when you saw it.

You were already baffled by him- beyond hot, perfect physique, pussy-eating champion, etc.

But his cock? It was huge. And it was perfect, a word that shouldn’t be able to be used to describe the male genitalia.

“Ben- that’s not going to fit-,” you gasp, sounding like a cheap porno.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, and from his tone you could tell he was going to bottom out no matter what.

Oh, god.

He climbed over you, his large forearms on either side of your head as he rested over you in a plank. He put a pillow under your hips, and you knew you were in for it.

He rubbed his glorious dick over your hole, your clit, and through your folds, covering it in your slick, and you moaned his name.

“Good girl,” he praised, before finally lining up with your entrance. You were already clenching around nothing, but then he started pushing in.

If his fingers were big, his dick… even the tip had you a moaning mess.

“Oh, honey, you’re tighter than a virgin who’s never touched herself,” he groaned as he pushed in, you writhing beneath him. “‘n I just stretched you out, too.” The pillow under your hips let him get impossibly deep, and after an eternity he finally bottomed out, so large that you shouldn’t have been able to take him. But you did, and he hadn’t even done anything yet but you were a whimpering, whiny mess under him.

“I’m gonna move now,” he told you, before pulling almost all the way out and back in, slowly. You were writhing under him, but he was undeterred, and just kept going until you gave him easy access.

“Ben?” you asked, your voice sweet. And you didn’t know what possessed you to add the next part of your question, but you did. “Can you fuck me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he groaned, before rearing back again and slamming back into you. It was hard and it was rough, and it was exactly what you wanted even if you knew you weren’t gonna be able to sit right for a week.

You literally had a supe cock in you. You’d seen dildos of these, maybe even owned one, but nothing could do the real thing justice as you whined beneath it.

And if you thought it was already enough just taking him like this, once he started talking you were through.

“Yeah, take it,” he smirked, pounding into you at literal superhuman speed. “I’m going to destroy this cunt until we’re both leaking out of it, and then I’m going to keep going,” he promised against your collarbone, biting anywhere he pleased. You whimper against him, pussy clenching around his enormous length as it crashed in and out of your fluttering walls.

“You like that? Wanna be my little slut?” he grinned, rutting on your clit so you couldn’t answer. “You’d be a real good slut. Would just keep you at home all day, naked and always ready for me. Always full of me too,” he mused, his pace somehow getting rougher. Your mouth was dropped in a permanent ‘o’ as you reveled in the way his huge hands are squeezing your hips and pulling you against him, filing you to the base.

“No other boy can do it like me, sweetheart,” he said cockily. “Fill you up so good, make you mewl.” And as it turns out he was most definitively right about that. But then it was too hard to think about what’s right and wrong when-

“Ben- I- ‘m gonna-.”

“Aww baby, what’s the matter? ‘M I fucking you too good? You can’t talk?”

You moaned pathetically, pulling on his fluffy hair.

“I know, I know,” he said with a soft grunt. “Come for me, pretty thing. Come.” And you did. Hard, all consumingly. It hurt so good that you almost blacked out, but he kept going, doing his damnedest to overstimulate you.

“Ain’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Ain’t even close,” he told you, pulling you off of him and sitting, legs swung over the edge of the bed, feet planted on the ground. He grabbed you, letting you straddle his lap before slamming you down on his length. At this angle he could get impossibly deeper, his dick easily reaching your cervix on every thrust. You screamed, holding onto him for dear life with your face buried in his neck.

“Gonna fill you until you’re full, and then some,” he promised, lifting you up and down, flexing that super strength. “Rub on that pretty clit for me, doll,” he asked. You tried, you really did, but you were just so sensitive.

“That’s okay, I’ll do everything for you, you just take it like a good slut,” he cooed, bringing a hand between the two of you and rutting on your clit without abandon. You came again with a wail of his name before he pistoned into you sloppily, finally spilling his own release into you. And it was messy, and you were far too full to keep going, but he doesn’t care, somehow still hard even though he had just painted your walls with his thick, sticky cum.

You were babbling at this point, raking your nails against him as he kept going to town on your cunt.

“It’s just been too long, baby,” he explained, kissing the side of your head. “Got a little too much energy.” Yeah no shit, with the way that you knew that you were not going to be able to walk.

But he just couldn’t seem to shut up. “Y’know, if I had you back in my day we would’ve had ten kids. You would’ve give birth to one and then I’d put another one in you the next month,” he said as he continued his brutal pace. And damn, this man really had a breeding kink. It was not really your thing-kids tend to get in the way of careers, and also, you were infertile- but anything’s hot when it comes out of those plush lips with the 50s accent, so, naturally, you moan in response.

“Would’ve kept you sated all the time too, sweetheart. Any time you were hot and bothered, had an attitude… I’d fuck it out of you,” he murmured, enveloping you in his arms to hold you closer. You didn’t know if it’s the proximity to him, his voice, or the way that he hasn’t really let you come down from any of your highs, but suddenly you were coming again… just in a different way.

“Aww baby, did you just squirt?” he chuckled. You did all you can to further hide your face in his neck as he just kept going, only concious enough to register your embarrassment and fatigue. He pulls you by your hair to look at him. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart, that was so hot.” You smiled, cheeks pink, your somehow still horny self proud of his compliment.

“It’s okay, just give me one more and you’ll be done, alright?”

“O-okay,” you say shakily. You hadn’t even noticed hot much your legs were quivering until then, and he laughed, squeezing them close.

“You’re so cute, y’know that?” he praised, rubbing your clit. Your blush became even more furious before you came again at him tracing patterns into your poor, overstimulated, sensitive bud. He came in you shortly after with a very sexy grunt, and it was just leaking out of you, going all over the tops of his thighs. He held you at the base of his cock though, not ready to pull out.

“You alright, Dollface?” he asked, gingerly moving- somehow while keeping his cock in you- you onto your back. You nodded, sleepiness overtaking you.

“Good girl,” he nuzzled your nose, gifting you the view of all of the pretty freckles on his cheeks looking like gold specs. You whined as he pulls out, and he tutted, plugging you up with his fingers.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. If you were a supe we’d be going another ten rounds, but I know you’re tired,” he warned, cock still semi-hard.

“Ben,” you gestured towards it, unsure what you were going to say because as much as you wish you had his stamina, you didn’t.

“It’ll be fine, sweets,” he shrugged it off. “Perks of the unbelievable stamina.” He kissed your forehead, before lightly thrusting his fingers in and out of you in attempt to keep the cum in. Pitiful tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation.

“There, there,” he cooed, kissing them away. “Just don’t want to waste any,” he smirked, before leaving his long, thick fingers where they were inside you, all the way up to the knuckle. Your legs can’t stop shaking, and you try to talk but you can’t.

“Let me get you some water, put your fingers here for me,” he said, waiting until you do so, feeling your sticky release on your hand. You knew damn well that you werenot going to be able to stand.

“Here, sweets,” he returned, still ass naked, holding a glass, taking your fingers out of your cunt and licking them clean. “We taste real good, sugar.” You whimpered, ready to go at it again, abused pussy be damned. Speaking of, the poor cleaning staff… your mixed releases were dripping out of your poor hole, coating the bed and the bottom of your thighs in the stickiness.

“You really are an insatiable little minx,” he chuckled, holding you up so you can take a sip of the water. You obliged, eagerly chugging it down.

“I’m not going to be able to walk,” you muttered, resting your head on his freckled shoulders.

“Looks like you’re going to need to stick around, so I can take care of you,” he squeezed you.

“I’ll tell Hughie to take another hour, tell him that the therapy’s going real well,” you suggested.

“Oh yeah, real well. Definitely a happy ending, if you catch my drift.”

“Multiple happy endings.”

“Atta girl,” he kisses the top of your head.

You sat there in silence for a bit, basking in the afterglow as he rocked you back and fourth gently.

You’d seen so many sides to this man: Misogynistic, quick tempered, sex-god… but sweetness? This was the one that surprised you. Maybe there was hope for him yet.

“Ben?” you broke the silence.

“Yeah?”

“Uh, I could help you, y’know. If you want, anyway. And it wouldn’t even be proper therapy- you know, cause we just- yeah.” your words were shaky but you meant them. There was something about the supe that made you think that maybe, just maybe you could help him.

“I dunno, sweets. I think I’m a little too far gone.”

Vulnerability. That’s progress.

“Could you at least try?”

“I can’t say no to you,” he said. And you’d take him up on that.

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Ben Johnson, as he was now known, ended up becoming a normal member of society. After a LOT of work, he’s grown into himself. He cares about people, his ego’s lessened, his temper too. You had helped him through the whole way- gotten him a proper therapist and everything. And now you two were a couple who could just go out and get donuts, and do normal couple things.

“They’re cream-filled!” he beams boyishly, his bangs in his face and his eyes sparkling. He sets the box down in front of you, somehow having already gotten powdered sugar in his beard. He leans in and whispers excitedly, “you know, like you!”

“You’re bad,” you giggle, as if you don’t have him leaking out of you where you sit. You had stopped for a quickie before you made it to the donut shop, it wasn’t your fault that you were so irresistible to each other.

“Not anymore, sweetheart,” he winks with a click of the tongue. Which is true- there’s a certain softness to him these days. His jaw isn’t so set, the crow’s feet by his eyes have deepened. He isn’t so volatile, his tempers dissolved a bit. He’s become more human.

Not to mention that he’s made great progress in apologizing to his victims and making amends to the best of his ability. It may never be enough, but now that he has someone to teach him how to be right and a better understanding of the complexities of the modern world, there’s a chance. And that’s a chance worth taking, to help someone who could’ve been good become good.

Taming Soldier Boy was a feat that should have been impossible, but you had nailed it.

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Hope you enjoyed this fic! If you have any ideas for headcanons or fics, my ask box is always open! I don’t bite- not unless you want me too 😏 (so. So. Sorry 😭)

Xx!

[4unnyr0se]

pookie pls can you write for gojo where reader and him are coworkers at jujutsu high and have a dynamic similar to utahime and gojo? and like yaga is always making them work together even tho they don’t like eachother, but Gojo lowkey gets off on reader being annoyed at him so there is *tension*? 🥺🥺🥺

❥ whole lotta attitude | satoru gojo

warnings: enemies to lovers, gojo is a dickhead but it's okay because he's gojo, fem! reader, unprotected sex, office sex (im a slut for office sex), multiple orgasms, wall sex, roughness, one hickey, spanking, oral sex (m! receiving), making out, filthy filthy words are spoken, hella sexual tension, reader hates gojo but gojo loooooves her, gojo gets slapped once, degrading, praise, hair pulling, hate(?) sex, gojo texts like a super senior, a little bit of a textfic but not rlly, fluff at the end

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 3.6k

Jujutsu High was quiet today. That wasn’t unusual because most of the students were either out on missions or in Shokos’ office experiencing whatever the hell she called “medicine.” The quiet was nice, strangely calming, and reassuring. Being a jujutsu sorcerer yourself, calm was a foreign feeling. The cool breeze blew your hair softly in the wind, the songbirds tweeting a melody that was most becoming on this quiet say. You took a deep breath in as you leaned against a wooden pole, admiring how clear the sky was. Everything was simply perfect. If tomorrow was your last day alive, today would be the most wonderful send-off.

“Hey there princess! I missed you!” 

And just like that, there was no more peace. No more tranquility, no more sing-song bird crap. There’s only Satoru Gojo and his humongous ego that crushes anyone within a 50-foot radius. 

His deep voice was laced with a sickly sweet playful tone that made you want to grab his collar and punch him right in his perfect nose. God, you fucking hated him. He was the bane of your existence with his smug attitude and that stupid infinity that he only turned off when you were around. Did he seriously think you were that weak, and he didn’t even need to use infinity because he could defeat you within a millisecond? Stupid fucking handsome bastard, you hated him with every fiber of your being. 

“What, you’re ignoring me now? Don’t be like that, it’s not nice!” Gojo laughed and practically teleported to where you were sitting, his eyes no doubt sparkling under that black blindfold he always wore. 

You groaned and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and looking away from the smug bastard. “Fuck off, Gojo. I was having a perfectly peaceful afternoon before your very existence ruined it for me.” You pinched your temple with your index finger and thumb, rubbing the stressed skin. “I was calm for once in my damn life. You really do have a talent for making me wish I was six feet under.”

Gojo playfully pouted and shifted himself to your other side, taking your hand off your temple. He cradled it with his own, royally pissing you off in the process. “Why are you always so grumpy all the time, huh? Is it because your students are always out on missions instead of keeping little ol’ your company?” He mocked slightly, letting go of your hand. His blue eyes sparkled beneath his blindfold, filled with mischief. “I could keep your company, you know that right? Or is Little Miss Grumpy Pants too high and mighty to give me a shot?”

“I would literally rather make out with Jogo than spend more time with you than I’m legally required.”

“Ouch, that hurt.”

“Too bad, so sad.” You smirked, shoving him away. If anyone else had seen that they would have been shocked. The mighty Satoru Gojo, pushed to the ground by a grade two sorcerer. You rose up from the wooden desk and dusted yourself off, walking away as quickly as you could in your tennis shoes.

“I always look forward to these meetings you know!” Gojo yelled at you in the distance only to see the faintest image of your middle finger wiggling at him. Gojo smirked and put down the hem of his blindfold, his hair returning to its usual upright position. 

You stormed back into your office and locked the door shut, sliding down against the mahogany doorframe in exhaustion. How was it possible that just being in his presence absolutely drained you of all resolve? Was he really that strong, or was he just super fucking annoying? You had no idea, no one ever had any idea when it came to Satoru Gojo. 

The beautiful day finally came to an end and you got back to your apartment, collapsing onto your couch. Most jujutsu sorcerers had house provided to them by their clans, but that was not your case. Your neighbors thought you were a teacher at some religious school deep in the country side. It was the best excuse you could come up with for being gone for practically days at a time. Maybe the only bus to the train station broke down or something, any old excuse like that in order to keep the nosy (and mostly elderly) fellow tennents off your back.

“Fuck my life…” You groaned, placing your head in your hands as you stumbled over to your cozy bedroom, it’s warm environment almost giving you a hug in its own way. You slipped into your pajamas and curled up under the covers, setting your alarm on your phone for the next morning. Just as you were about to close your eyes, your phone started to buzz. At first it was just a single vibration, probably a text from your mother or something. But the buzzes and vibrations kept coming until your phone was practically moving itself off the bed.

You groaned in annoyance and turned over, checking the notification center to see who the hell had the nerve to text you nine times in a row. And sure enough, sporting the contact photo of a .5 that he took of himself when he stole your phone that one time, Satoru fucking Gojo had spam texted you at 11:41PM.

“What the actual hell?” You whispered, unlocking your phone to see what could possibly be this important. Nothing was ever this important past 10PM, not even if your apartment building was on fucking fire.

The messages plagued your screen, his smirking face in the contact photo made you even more angry. And yet a faint blush found itself creeping up against your face. Maybe it was the sheer excitement of a man texting you at night, or maybe deep down you actually liked Gojo. You smacked yourself lightly on the cheek, trying to erase that thought from your sleep-ridden mind.

Worst person alive: heyyyy

Worst person alive: r u up???

Worst person alive: theres no way u actually went to bed, omg ur such a grandma

Worst person alive: im bored talk to me

Worst person alive: megumi wont answer my texts :(( i think he hates me

Worst person alive: i know ur awake, u were active three minutes ago on insta

Worst person alive: ik u blocked me on their but jokes on u i have 5 other accounts

Worst person alive: pls pls pls pls talk to me im dying over here princess

Worst person alive: btw yaga assigned us on a mission tmrw mwah

Your eyed widened at the last message, your hands gripped the phone with white-knuckle strength. “Fucker!” You yelled, turning off your phone before melting under the covers. Why did Yaga have to do this to you? You and Gojo together was torture enough, but now you had to do actual work with each other? Gojo was grossly incompetent at anything that didn’t involve exorcising cursed spirits. 

You sighed and closed your eyes, silently praying that a curse would somehow break into your bedroom and murder you right then and there. But unfortuanly, you woke up to your alarm blaring in your ear the next morning.

Gojo and yourself were sat in Yaga’s office, Gojo smirking at you the entire time. You blushed under his gaze, hands gripping the edges of your seat as you waited for Yaga to tell you what the assignment was. Was Yaga being late on purpose just to mess with you? Did you manage to piss him off somehow? A million questions were flying through your mind and there was no answer in sight. 

“I saw you read my messages princess.” Gojo finally spoke, leaning forward. He was significantly taller over you, his towering muscular frame intimating you. “Why didn’t you respond? I was really bored. It’s rude to ignore your friends.” He spoke, that same sticky and syrupy voice coming back to haunt you.

“Maybe that’s because we aren’t friends, Gojo.” You scoffed, flipping your hair behind your back. “Could you please just shut up until Yaga gets here? If I have to listen to you mock me again I might actually explode.” Sighing, you placed your face in your hands.

“Actually,” Gojo purred, getting up from his seat only to sit down in Yaga’s velvet office chair. “Yaga doesn’t have a mission for us, princess.” He kicked his feet up on the desk, taking off his blindfold. His snowy white hair fell into a beautiful mess, with his painfully gorgeous blue eyes lighting up his already hellishly handsome face.

You looked up from your hands to raise an eyebrow, your face immediately turning a bright red upon seeing Gojo without his signature blindfold. “I’m sorry, what? I don’t follow.”

Gojo tutted and threw the black fabric onto your lap, his eyes still staring at your blushing face. Gojo found it simply adorable how you would always get so flustered, so annoyed in his presence. How you would always deny being attracted to him, how you swore up and down that he was put on this Earth to make your life a living hell. But he noticed that you would always squeeze your thighs together when he spoke. It was precious, really. How you thought you could hide your painfully obvious desire for him.

“Ae you hard of hearing or something, princess?” Gojo purred, leaning forward to he could grab onto the collar of your navy blue work uniform. With just a snap of his wrists his face was mere centimeters away from your own, the tips of your noses were pressed up against each other so perfectly. You felt your breathing quicken, the atmosphere in Yaga’s office so thick you could cut it with a butter knife. “I said that Yaga never gave us a fucking mission. I just wanted to see you again.” He breathed out, his steaming air causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. His grip on your collar tighten, his eyes were filled with desire. Desire for you that’s long overdue to be broken.

Your brows furrowed at you gripped onto his wrist, trying your best to pry his hand away from your uniform collar. Twisting and turning his wrist every which way turned out ot be fruitless, causing you to grow ever more angry and flustered. Fuck Gojo and his superhuman abilities, fuck him for being the strongest. 

Instead, your hand came flying at his face. Your palm collided with his flesh, the cold stinging sensation snapping Gojo out of his lustful trance. His spare hand crept onto his cheek, rubbing the mark softly. You gulped, nervous to see how the strongest jujutsu sorcerer would react to getting slapped across the face by a grade two. 

He smirked and threw his head back slightly, a dark chuckle emitting from his throat. He looked back down at you, his grip on your collar so strong that you started to choke. “God, I was hoping you would fucking do that.” 

In an instant his lips were on yours, roughly clashing against each other. It took every fiber of his being to not rip all your clothes off right then and there, to bend you over Yaga’s desk and fuck you senseless. Oh how long Gojo had waited to feel your plump lips being ravaged by his own, and how deliciously rewarding it was to play the long game. Finally your lips were melding perfectly with each other, his tongue picking up just the faintest taste of peach chapstick. 

Gojo pulled away from the kiss after about a minute, a thick strand of saliva connecting your lips. He sighed in pleasue as his eye landed on your flustered face, your mouth still agape like a slut.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he muttered, stepping out from behind the desk. He pulled you out of your chair and trapped you against the wall, his muscular torso being so easily felt under the think fabric of the uniforms the school provided. “Been wanting to kiss you since forever, y’know.” He mumbled, dragging his callosued hands up and down the clothed snatches of your wasit. “Your lips taste even better than I imaged, sweetness.”

You blushed at his sultry words, the faint glim in his ocean blue eyes only making your knees evern weaker. Slowly but carefully, your arms wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders. “You’re still on my shitlist,” you muttered, standing on the tips of your toes to meet his eyeline.

“And you’re as stubborn as ever, princess.” Gojo purred picking you up by the bottoms of your thighs, Your legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, making it look like a scene straight out of a movie. “Such a pretty mouth, you gonna let me fuck it?” He whispered, rubbing circled on your bare thighs. The modest jujutsu skirt you wore covered your legs quite nicely, so you never really felt the need to wear tights. And that drove Gojo fucking wild.

“Depends, what’s in it for me?” You smirked, tugging lightly on the baby hairs at the back of his head. Gojo hissed in pleasure, kind of proud that you were being equally as bratty to him as he was to you. 

“The best fuck you’ll ever get, plus some more.” Gojo let go of your thighs, letting you drop onto your knees. You looked up at him, gulping in anticipation as you saw the imprint of his throbbing erection covered by his pants. “You gotta get me prepared first, princess. Or else I might not fuck that pussy as good, got it?” His voice was dripping with desire for you as his expert hands pulled down his pants, tossing them aside along with his boxers. His cock tapped against his shirt, leaving the smallest precum stain.

You bit down on your lip at the sight of his cock, moving yourself foreward. Ever so carefully, your right hand gripping onto the base of his cock. Tongue falling out of your mouth, you took his cock in your wet cavern slowly, your cheeks hollowing out to accommodate his girth and length.

“Shit princess, just like that. Yeah, I knew you would be good at suckin’ dick.” Gojo praised, offering you a slanted smile as your hands stroked what your mouth couldn’t fit. His large hand tangled itself into your messy hair, tugging on the roots ever so gently. His hips bucked into your mouth ever so slowly, almost painfully slow. He treated you like you were so fragile, sharp contrast to when he had you pinned against the wall with his tongue shoved down your throat.

He groaned in pleasure as his cock his the back of his throat, his hips driving his member down your throat even faster. His grip on your hair tighten, causing a small pool of tears to well in the corner of your eye. A singular droplet ran down your pretty little face, which Gojo thought was just the cutest little thing.

“Oh, is my princess crying? What, my dick to big for your slutty little mouth?” His hips stopped snapping into your face, pulling your mouth off of his member slowly. “Well, if you can’t handle my dick in your mouth,” He grabbed your arm, throwing you against the desk. His pushed you down so your face was against the hard mahogany wood, with your ass up and on display for Gojo to smack. “Then maybe your pretty pussy will be able to handle me, hm?”

He shoved your skirt above your ass, the blue material bunching the divet in your waist. His hand ran over your soaked panties, shoving them aside to expose your soaked core to the cold office air. “So pretty f’me…” Gojo mumbled, gathering up some of your slick on his thumb and popping it inside of his mouth. “Delicious too, maybe you’ll be my dinner one day. Wouldn’t you like that, princess?” He teased, his hand cracking against the supple flesh of your perfect ass.

“Fuck!” you cried out, your hands gripping onto the wooden desk for dear life. You grew increasingly frustrated, especially knowing that Gojo was taking immense pleasure in making you wait tt get fucked. “Dammit Gojo, just fuck me already!” You demanded, your eyes being slightly covered by your mess of hair falling in front of them. 

He smacked his hand across your ass again, alighting his cock with your sobbing entrance. “You sure got a whole lotta attitude, princess.” He purred, teasing your hole with his mushroom head. “I’ll be sure to fuck it outta you, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

He shoved his cock inside of you, hissing as your tight walls enveloped his member. You cried out in both pain and pleasure, having never experienced someone as big or as girthy inside of you. Sure, you had slept around before but this time he might actually make you cum. You wouldn’t have to fake an orgasm just for it to end.

“Shit, Gojo!” You screamed, lifting your head up from the desk to meet his gaze from behind. “Y-you’re too fuckin’ big, you know that?”

Gojo smirked and started to slowly thrust himself in and out of your weeping cunt, the sound of his groans mixing with your moans of pleasure filling the chilly office. “God, you’re so fuckin’ tight. Squeezing me already, princess? Good fuckin’ slut.” He grunted, pulling your hair back so your neck was against his mouth. His hips were now snapping furiously at your ass, his balls clapping against the skin. “You won’t mind if I give you a little mark, right? Gotta make sure you remember being bent over like this, pretty thing.”

His sharp teeth bit down onto your neck, sucking a nasty purple circle right where your jugular would be. The stimulation was utterly overwhelming, your mouth was agape and your throat was starting to hurt from all your cries. “Fuck, such a good slut for me.”

Gojo’s rough and callosued hands reached under your top to grope one of your tits, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipple under the thin fabric. He could feel your orgasm was fast approaching the way you squeezed onto his cock, almost like your body was trying to suck him in even deeper inside of you. “Gojo, fuck! T-Too fucking handsy!” You managed to moan out, your brain slowly starting to turn to mush as the coil in your belly threatened to snap at any minte. “Fuck, gonna fucking cum!”

Gojo smirked and smacked your ass once more, slipping his hand from behind you to rub on your sensitive clit. “Cum all over this cock baby, f-fuck. Be a good fucking girl.” He demanded in your ear, his fingers now furiously rubbing themselves on your clit while his cock hit every place it needed to.

With a wanton gasp you threw your head back onto his shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like tsunami or a tidal wave. Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over your every nerve, your eyes feeling fuzzy as you swore you could see stars.

“Fuck, holy fuck! Gojo, oh my fucking God!” you sobbed, your bottom lip trembling as you came down from your high. Gojo sighed and began to kiss your neck gently, his thrusts becoming faster and desperate as he felt his own euphoria approaching.

“Shit, gonna cum princess. Lemme cum inside of you, yeah? God you’re so fucking warm and tight, fuck!” He moaned into your neck, the movement of his hips becoming staggering and sloppy as his hot ropes of sticky cum coated your insides, filling you up so nicely. “F-fuck, oh my god…”

Gojo pulled out of you, smirking to himself as he saw his cum leak from your sloppy pussy. “Fucking amazing, princess.” He bent down to pick up his boxers and pants, putting them on quickly. 

You got up from leaning over the desk and turned around, your face flushed and your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. Your hands still gripping onto the table, your pretty lips slightly agape. “Holy shit…I think that was the best sex I’ve ever fucking had.” You breathed out, brushing the sweaty babyhairs out of your face.

Gojo smiled and bent down slightly, kissing your nose with a gentleness that was the complete opposite of how he fucked you. “I’ve been wanting to do that sicne I met you, you know.” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, adjusting your stretched-out shirt collar. “Stop lying, you already fucked me. No need to lie anymore, Gojo.”

He frowned and grabbed onto your hand, his thumb carefully rubbing onto the back of it. “I’m not lying, you know.”

Raising an eyebrow you looked into his blue eyes, curious as to why there wasn’t a hint of deception swirling around in his oceans of blue. “Gojo…are you being serious?” You whispered, a blush once again covering your face. It wasn’t a blush of desire but a blush of shyness, like you were sixteen years old and just got confessed to.

“Satoru,” he spoke, bringing your hand to cup his pale face. “Call me Satoru, please.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes once more, your hand gently petting his flushed face. You took a step towards him, allowing Gojo to wrap his other hand around your waist. You two held each other in Yaga’s office, the scent of sex and passionate still filling up the otherwise stiff air.

“What are you gonna call me then, Satoru?” You softly spoke, standing on the tips of your toes so your lips were hovering against his once more. Gojo offered you a gentle smile, pecking your lips tenderly.

“I’m gonna call you mine.”

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 16﹕✦﹕┈・୧

loki x f!reader -> çnç

event masterlist

warnings: çnc themes, slight choking, bondage, cunnilingus, loki being a menace but both the reader & loki break character in the end. mentions of aftercare and sweet fluff‼️

“running will land you in worse situations than this one, pet.” the echoing voice of loki reverberated through the shell of your ear, louder than your panting, your gasping as you tried to clutch onto your failing lungs for air. “how adoring of you to think you can outrun, the god, your god.” loki’s low, mocking chuckle followed soon after.

you were aimlessly running in the asgardian castle corridors, trying with all your heart and soul to escape the ruthlessness of your captor. getting almost dizzy when you forced your feet to take another step, almost falling down if it wasn’t for those metallic ornamented wrists laced with fine asgardian leather grabbing you by the neck. “oh, found you.” he grimly chuckles.

“please— your highness, i will never run again.” you clutched onto his wrist, scratching it up while loki lifted you up forcefully, your legs leaving the ground but you didn’t feel choked. of course— him and his theatrics. “i know you won’t run, little pet. because i will render those legs useless when i’d be done with you.” loki gritted his teeth, baring the green light in his eyes as you got tied up, teleporting to his bedroom and against his mattress. green silk bands tied your wrists and ankles apart, like a starfish.

you tried your best to struggle away, but the tug only got tighter until a painful whimper escaped your parted lips. “submission might aid. i might add.” loki’s words were like a silent warning & also a hint. you may comply and he might be merciful. “please your highness, i beg off you to let me go.” you crooned, glossy eyed.

“oh, darling,” loki feigns pity, and the next moment you find yourself naked in front of his feasting eyes. nipples hardening at the tender touch of colder air and cunt clamping around nothing now that you felt so drastically exposed. your eyed squeezed shut, heat radiating through your cheeks as you turned your head to the side. “you should pray to your god, no? pray to him to be merciful.” loki muses, leaning in and kissing your throbbing clit.

the touch alone sent jolts down your spine and core, pupils widening at his skilled tongue twirling around your needy clit. “you taste sinful.” he smirked, eyes glancing at your furrowed brows. “let me go.” you tried once more, meek whimpers erupting from your pouted lips.

“hmm?” loki contemplated, acting as if he might actually let you go. “alright.” he leaned back, glinting mischievously with a smirk. “if you don’t want me having my way with you, then you don’t cum. after all. it is all but torment to you is it not?” loki emphasises, knowing full well you’d lose yourself and cream the moment he goes hard on your cunt.

you pouted, while that was answer enough, loki still wanted to show you the control he has over you. spreading your cunt lips, he leaned in, taking a shameless sniff of your arousal. “how cute.” he smirked, leaning in and lapping at your juices. fuck— you were feeling so hot and bothered, every single vein in your body feeling the heat of his administrations. you reflexively rutted your hips against him, eager to please yourself over his tongue, eager to cum.

“your highness- AH loki- please- please i’m so close.” it was not before long your body had betrayed you & you were reduced to a mumbling, panting, begging mess. even so, you knew better than to cum without loki’s permission. “go on, little pet.” loki’s thumb ran languid circles onto your clit. “have at it.”

your orgasm tore through your body as you screamed out his name, rabid breathing echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. “fuck- fuck- can’t can’t.” your moans reduced to pleas again, when loki didn’t want to stop at just one orgasm. “please loki- need a break.” you gasped out, normally you could give him two orgasms without break, but the situation you were in made you a little more sensitive than normal.

“need a break? or want a break, pet?” loki asked once more, a silent nudge for your surity if you wanted him to break his character.

“need a break, loki.” you whimpered back, struggling against the restraints. the use of his first name was signal enough. “alright darling.” he smiled, the restraints gone as he leaned in, kissing you passionately.

“oh what a man you make me to be.” he rolled his eyes when you hug him back, inhaling the comfort of his scent. “it was fun! don’t lie.” you pouted, smiling back when he nuzzled his nose against you.

“you do know that i would never do anything against your will, right princess?” loki reminded you again, while you nodded in approval. “yes, i do.”

“perfect.”

“lifting me off the ground was a bit much.”

“come on, little one, i am known for my theatrics.”

[mawofthemagnetar]

Father's Day

“So, hold on a minute,” Iskall held his hands up, “back up, because I must have missed that. You’re a FATHER?”

“Well, yeah?” Jevin shrugged, scrolling through his comm, “What’s so hard about that to believe?”

Iskall, by way of a reply, simply gestured at Jevin’s person from his head to his slimy feet.

“So? Okay, yeah, I guess it- is a little hard to fathom. I do, uh, have a certain- aura of coolness around me. But yeah, no, I’m a dad. And a damn good one, too. I mean, a slime-dad, which is a little different than a regular dad. But for a slime-dad, I’m top-shelf. Of course.”

“Uh-huh. And how does a slime-dad differ from a regular dad?” Iskall folded his arms.

“I don’t gotta, uh, chase after my kids as much as you guys do. They’re pretty much ready to go once they hit full-size. I do my bit by checking up on them periodically. Anyway, point is, I gotta go. My kids are throwing a father’s day bash, and I can’t be late.”

Iskall rubbed his temples.

“Okay, couple questions. One, father’s day was three months ago. Two, is there a Missus Jevin you’ve got stashed away somewhere? Or a Mister Jevin? Or-“

“…Why would another person be involved?” Jevin asked, tilting his head with a squish of slime, “Like, literally, why? Who needs help to become a parent?”

“…Uh…you know what? No. You want to learn about the parrots and the bats, go talk to Keralis.”

“Sure, whatever. Anyway, to answer your second question, it’s ‘cause if you try to do father’s day on the actual, like, day, renting a big enough hall is stupid expensive and it’s all just kind of dumb. And a hassle. So we host it whenever.”

Jevin glanced up from his comm.

“Wanna come? Meet my kids, I mean.”

Iskall rubbed his forehead.

“Sure, why not. Hit me with it.”

They tapped their comms together, and Jevin clacked his jaw together- the slime equivalent of a smile.

“Okay, so uh…All my kids know you guys as their aunts and uncles. So if they start calling you “auntie Iskall-“

“-Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m used to it.” Iskall nodded, “Should I wear something special?” 

Jevin waved a hand. 

“Nah, don’t worry about it. You’re fine as you are. Anyway, let’s go. Not good to keep my kids waiting!” 

And Jevin tapped a few options on his comm and vanished. 

<iJevin has left the game.> 

Iskall shrugged, tapped over to his server list, and selected the option for the Hub, with the teleport coordinates visible in the centre. 

He tapped it, and vanished. 

<Iskall85 has left the game.>

When Iskall opened his eyes again, he was standing outside a colossal building, looking like some kind of conference centre. It was made of smooth quartz, with a fake parking lot full of fake vehicles that had clearly taken some builder a long time to put together. 

Jevin was standing there, tapping his sneaker impatiently, the blue slime slosh-slosh-sloshing against the ground. 

“Alright, c’mon, let’s get moving.” Jevin huffed, “We’re already a couple minutes late, and my kids worked really hard to put this on.” 

“I’m coming, I’m coming…” Iskall muttered, brushing off his pants and following Jevin towards the doors.

Iskall was assuming that Jevin’s family would have set up a few tables in a corner. He was a slime; and the way Jevin was talking, Iskall had assumed a big family. Maybe ten kids? That would be a pretty big family. 

Then Jevin and Iskall stepped into the conference hall. 

“HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, DAD!” 

Several thousand slimes bellowed all at once, a wall of sound so deafening that Iskall could feel his bionic eye nearly shake out of its housing. 

He blinked his one eye, darting it around the room in shock. There were hundreds of small tables around which sat an unfathomable number of slimes in all colours of the rainbow. The room was a riot of wild fashion choices, and a deafening rumble of clattering bones and squelching bodies.

“I- I-” Iskall stammered, as he reached up and tightened the nut holding his robotic eye onto his skull’s mounting post.  

“HEY EVERYONE!” Jevin shouted back, “THANK YOU!” 

“Is that Uncle Iskall?” a deep voice said eagerly, “It’s so nice to meet you!” 

“You have…THOUSANDS…of children. Not ten. Not twenty. Not even a hundred. THOUSANDS.” Iskall stammered. 

“Yeah. I’m, uh, the father of all slime hybrids. It’s not a big deal, to be honest. Some other slime would’ve absorbed a skeleton and decided to think about itself if I hadn’t.” Jevin shrugged. 

“All. Of them. ALL OF THEM.” Iskall clutched his head in his hands.

“Yeah? It’s not that difficult. You just, like, shed some slime on a large enough pile of biomass, it’ll grow into a kid. How is this so confusing for you? That’s probably where humans come from.” Jevin shrugged. 

He rubbed his slimy hands together with a hideous squelch, and started traveling through the room, eagerly greeting each and every one of his kids. 

Iskall staggered over to the snack table, piled high with compost, cinderblocks, and beer. He popped a bottle, and started chugging it.

[h0nkch0c0late]

ahhh stop ur gen v fics are too good. Maybe could you write abt reader having some sort of like super scream powers and they’re dating Jordan

You're too nice, anon 😭😭🫶🫶 also when you said super scream powers I immediately thought of the girl from Danger Force so that's kinda funny.

Scream Queen

Jordan Lee x Reader

SUMMARY: you've always hated your powers. Sonic screaming to you wasn't as cool as being able to teleport or moving things with your mind. To Jordan, your powers were amazing.

WARNINGS: swearing, a very supportive gushy Jordan.

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You felt like out of everyone, your powers were the most boring.

Now, to the normal human eye, your powers were awesome as fuck. With just a scream you could knock someone against a wall or paralyze people by making their eardrums bleed.

Jordan, although not a normal human being, absolutely adored your powers. It was one of the many things that made you unique. Not to mention it was fun watching you throw Rufus around when duelling for one of your classes.

The only problem was that your powers absolutely fucked with your throat afterwards and you would go hours without talking just to make yourself feel better, that or Jordan would stick you in their bed and make you lay there so they could take care of you.

And today was one of those days.

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"Jordan, babe, really I'm fine." You tell her, voice scratchy, trying to lift yourself from her bed.

She gave you a knowing look before pushing you back down, "you are definitely not fine, I can hear it. Now just lay there and wait." They demanded.

You sighed before clearing your throat, flinching at the pain that shot through your body at the action.

"Where the fuck are you gonna get the tea anyway?" You ask, regretting your choice of speaking as your throat felt like sandpaper.

Jordan smirks, "I have my ways. Now just lay there, do not move or speak while I go grab it." They retorted before rushing out of their dorm door.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you waited.

And while you waited, you thought about the events that had lead you to that moment.

Rufus had been his usual, creepy dickish self, and had chosen you as the main target that day.

Unfortunately for you, Jordan wasn't at your side to save you, so you had to save yourself.

So, as Rufus continually tried to get into your pants (more so you into his), saying things such as "I'm much better than Jordan" and comments about how his dick was bigger and better, you had just about enough.

Turning to him, and screaming as loud as you could, sending waves at the boy so loud that it had began to make his eardrums bleed. He had fallen to the ground paralyzed, his eyes frozen wide.

You smirked at him being defenseless as you rubbed your now-sore throat, just in time for Jordan to find you, ans that's how you ended up in his room for the millionth time.

They were fine with taking care of you, after all it was part of the job description of being your partner, and all.

In fact they absolutely loved it, because it meant that they're attention was on you and only you. And she loved those moments where it was just the two of you.

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Jordan came back shortly with a mug of tea in her hand, sweetened with mostly honey to the point where you couldn't tell what flavour the tea was.

Your favourite.

It also meant endless Jordan snuggles so you weren't much of a complainer when it came to that.

It was the fact that you constantly needed care. Yes, it was only a sore throat, but Jordan continuously refused to tell you what her sore throat remedy was BECAUSE she wanted to take care of you.

"Be careful, it's hot." They warned as they handed you the mug, then climbed into the bed with you.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm careful." You reply hoarsly before taking a sip of the drink, enjoying the feeling of the tea going down.

Jordan turned their body towards you, wrapping one arm around your torso and the other to entangle their fingers in your hair, kissing your shoulder as they snuggled close to you.

"You're too nice to me." You tell them as you take another sip of your tea, one of your fingers circling the rim of the cup as an unconscious fidget.

"Please, im the perfect amount of nice. You're just not used to this much attention, which I get." She noted, resting her head on your shoulder.

You rested the mug against your legs as you leaned your head against their's.

Jordan was right, you weren't used to all the attention.

Your parents had always been distant with you, making your nanny or a made take care of you whenever you got sick or when you used your powers because they were too busy living their own lives to take care of you.

And even then, those who did take care of you were absolutely terrified of you and your powers.

So when you had met Jordan, and first got into the relationship, the immediate switch of having no one to having someone was a big step.

"I love you, Jordan." You said after a moment of comfortable silence, your cup of tea half finished as you put it on your bedside table.

"I love you too." They replied, pulling you closer to them as you wrapped your arms around their waist.

Even during the times you hated your powers, Jordan somehow managed to make you love them.

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BOO another Jordan fic for you thirsty gentlebitches <3

[the-kaedageist]

congrats on hitting your follower milestone!! for a CR short fic prompt, how about shadowgast where essek is learning to coexist with caleb's cats? :)

I'm emerging from the abyss to answer this prompt 11 months later, but I hope you enjoy! I also believe someone else had Caleb having a cat named Gretchen before me and my brain borrowed it from someone; apologies, it just fit so well.

“Ah,” says Caleb when Essek arrives for their weekly meeting. “Since you were here last, I have acquired another housemate.”

This feels like a somewhat alarming statement. Thankfully, the suspense is not held for long - a moment later, a calico cat makes her way daintily into the room with them, stares up at Essek, and hisses.

“Gretchen,” Caleb scolds, along with a long string of Zemnian that Essek’s rudimentary skills can’t hope to follow. He’s just about mastered ‘please’, ‘thank you’, and some of the major foods; nowhere near native-speaker-speaking-to-his-cat level.

Essek tries not to be offended at being hissed at, even as he can feel his own ears flicking back behind his head in annoyance. “I have done nothing to you,” he says to the cat.

“She is scared,” says Caleb, reaching down to scritch the calico’s ears. She glares at Essek but submits happily to the pets. “She will get used to you.”

The cat eyes him like a particularly unpleasant thing that has been dropped on the floor. Well, Essek thinks, he has certainly had nemeses before. What is one more?

The situation does not improve from there. Every week, Essek Teleports to Caleb’s house, and every week, Gretchen acts as though Essek has offended her to the very depths of her being. (It probably doesn’t help that the third time this happened, Essek hissed back.)

By the end of the first month, Essek despairs that he will ever have a good relationship with Caleb’s animal companion.

At night, when he’s downstairs studying and Caleb is asleep, Essek sneaks back upstairs to find Gretchen curled up at Caleb’s side, purring happily. When Caleb is reading on the couch and Essek is attempting to cook in the kitchen, he peeks in to find Gretchen stubbornly attempting to seat herself in the middle of Caleb’s book, to Caleb’s laughter.

It seems that although they loathe one another, he and Gretchen share a love of the same man. Surely there is common ground they can find.

One night, Yasha and Beau come over for dinner. Gretchen is ambivalent about Beau (although no hissing is involved), but she waltzes right up to Yasha and starts headbutting her ankle.

“Oooh, hello, little beauty,” Yasha says, reaching down to scratch her cheek. Gretchen stares up at her adoringly. Essek also stares at her, aghast and betrayed.

“What is this?” he asks like a spurned lover.

“What is what?” Beau asked. She glanced over at Yasha. “Oh, the cat? She loves Yasha. For obvious reasons, of course.”

Essek rolls his eyes. “I thought she did not like strangers.”

Beau blinks. Her eyes narrow and her mouth stretches into a smirk. “Does the cat not like you, Essek?”

“No,” Essek denies quickly. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” He quickly makes an exit to the kitchen, making excuses about checking the soup, before he can be pestered further.

That is when he begins to wonder what he’s doing wrong.

First, he tries dressing more comfortably for his trips to Caleb’s. Perhaps, Gretchen is intimidated by the points on his mantle and the finery of his robes – is that a thing cats care about? The only cats Essek has ever encountered have been moorbounders, and usually they care more about the quality of their meal.

Unfortunately, even in loose pants and a soft shirt, Gretchen still glares and hides from him on his next visit. Caleb seems to appreciate the change though, pulling Essek into his arms and cuddling with him more than normal, and Essek makes a mental note that perhaps more comfortable clothing was in order regardless of the cat’s opinion.

Next, he attempts to determine if Yasha has bribed the cat for her love. He does research and discovers that cats are known to love meat and fish. The next week, when he Teleports into Caleb’s house, he pulls out a handkerchief with some pieces of fish stashed inside and lays it out on the floor. Gretchen does her usual routine of glaring at him while growling before she slowly approaches to sniff the food.

Caleb looks amused. “You brought a present?”

Essek shrugs, feeling heat on the back of his neck. “She is part of your family.”

Gretchen eats up every morsel of fish, to Essek’s relief. However, once her meal is complete, she goes back to hissing and glowering as though no offering had ever been made.

Essek is starting to feel a bit offended. This feels personal.

One night, he cuddles up with Caleb, dejected, as Caleb strokes his hands through Essek’s hair and coils a curl around his finger. “You are quieter than usual,” says Caleb. “Is something wrong?”

Essek glances up at him through his lashes. “Gretchen does not like me.”

Caleb says, “hmm” and continues to stroke Essek’s hair. “I have thought much about this, and I think she sees you as another cat.”

This is not something Essek has ever considered. “Another cat?” he echoes, surprised.

Caleb presses a kiss to his hairline. “You have cat-like mannerisms. You are prickly and picky and beautiful. Does it surprise you at all?”

Essek thinks for a moment; perhaps it does make some sort of strange sense. “So if I am another cat, how do I win her affection?” he asks at last.

“Well,” says Caleb, “ideally I would have put you both in adjoining rooms and let you sniff each other under the door.”

Essek gives him an unamused look. “Caleb Widogast, I am not actually a cat.”

Caleb tousles his hair with a small chuckle. “Ja, of course. Then I would say…be around her. In, ah, her orbit, so to speak. Give her space, but be present and let her get used to you.”

“I have been present,” says Essek petulantly. “She does not like me.”

Caleb shakes his head. “You either approach her head-on or you give her a wide berth – understandable, but I do not think it helps.” He lays his forehead against Essek’s curls. “You are stubborn. You will find a way.”

And slowly, Essek does.

He continues to bring Gretchen fish, but retreats beyond arm’s reach so that she can eat without feeling threatened. He is careful to seat himself within her watchful gaze when she is near, so that she will know his location. He stops trying to befriend and starts letting her be, and Caleb had been right – once he gives her the space to get to know him on her own terms, Gretchen finally, finally begins to thaw.

The first day she approaches him after her fish treat and lets him tentatively reach down to scratch her ears, Essek feels as though he’d been rewarded with a monumental gift. He meets Caleb’s gaze – and Caleb smiles sappily at him, as though all he’d ever wanted for his life was Essek and a cat, in this little house, with everyone getting along.

“You see?” Essek says to Gretchen. “I am not so bad.”

She turns around to show him her butthole and trots away with her tail held high. Essek laughs. “Perhaps we still have some ways to go.”

Caleb wraps an arm around his shoulders. “It takes time,” he says sagely, and Essek can do nothing more than laugh exasperatedly and press a kiss to his cheek.

[rightfulcutsiepie]

Hi

can you guys forgive me for neglecting you severely

here's more food, person in my metaphorical basement.

He always thought you knew him better than this. But when he saw your face crumble from one of determination into complete despair, he didn't really know how to feel. You surely had splinters and scrapes all on the bottom of your bare feet. Such soft and warm skin ruined for something as stupid as a failed escape attempt. It's hard to escape a house in the middle of the woods with the tightest twists and turns everywhere you look for the next 30 miles.

He wasn't playing when he said no one would find you. You were heaving, scrambling to leave once more, and he just watched you fail to escape, a pitied look on his face. He appeared magically in front of you again and you screamed in anger.

"Just let me go!! Please- I just- I can't be here anymore. No more...no more."

Your shouts turn into ugly slobs and slurring as you clench his pants, head hanging as you cry.

G Sans stares down at you as you break down. He didn't know much about humans. Always ignored them, kept his distance. The surface wasn't much of a home. At least, the humans didn't treat him like he was a part of what is supposed to be his home. But when he caught eye of you, he wanted to make it work. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to be near you. So he took you. It didn't seem like anyone would come find you, anyways. They'd ignore your existence like they did his.

But he didn't know a thing about comfort. Feeding you, bathing you every day, doing your hair. You were a high maintenance species and he's learning that the hard way. But for you, he would deal with it just to find the way to treat you the way you needed to be treated. Even if it means finding you outside trying to leave him again. He loves you.

Today, he learned that not only do you need your hair tamed every day, fed 3 times a day, bathed at least once a day, have your teeth brushed twice a day, and go through whatever tasks you want to in order to busy yourself. But you also need social interactions to remain sane. Or at least that's what you say. But he knows that you're kind of saying that to find a way to be released back with the rest of society. But you've already been kidnapped and he doesn't need you spilling crucial information for how you met him in the first place. So, for the first time, he told you no.

"You're a fuckin' handful, sweetheart." G's voice was deep and gravely. It made you sick to your stomach every time he spoke. Haunts your dreams and fucks up your morning when he wakes you for breakfast. He pulls his pack of cigarettes out and picks out his second stick of the day, lighting it. It was pitch black in the woods, so the lighter accentuated his facial features when he flicked it to life. Smoke rose from the end of the stick and he put away the lighter, inhaling what couldn't hurt him before exhaling.

He teleports the both of you to his large bathroom and starts the faucet, hot water shooting out into the tub. "What soap do you want today? Mint? Lavender?" He digs through the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a few for you to choose from. When he turns, you're there on the ground, staring out into space, ignoring him. You looked shitty.

"Lavender it is." He pours the soap into the water, the light scent wafting throughout the bathroom. When he puts it away, he grabs a towel for you and walks over to you. It was only then, that you smack away his hands when he reaches down to help you stand. "Don't FUCKING touch me." G sighs and kneels down to talk to you. "Honey, I'm just trying to help. You look like shit and I know your feet hurt, so just let me take care of you, okay?"

He ignores the tears welling up in your eyes and brings you to your feet. He softly tells you to get undressed and you do. When you step into the tub, G has already turned the faucet off and your muscles relax at the heat surrounding you. G gets rid of the cigarette before starting to wash you.

He gently gets rid of the dirt and grime on your body for the next thirty minutes. It's until he dresses you and brings you to bed that you realize that you can never escape him. The house he owns his humongous, hard to navigate without him, you can't cook anything with the ingredients he has, but he somehow can. And you certainly can't escape. It's over for you and don't even wait until he leaves the room to start crying.

G wipes the falling tear, his cold boney hand making contact with your soft skin again. He can never get over the beautiful feeling. "What's wrong?" You stare up into his yellow eyes that reside in his dark sockets for the first time today. You sniffle, lip wobbling as you clutch your blankets. "What's with all this crying?" You and him both know the answer to that.

"Please let me go home." Your voice sounds dejected. Soft and waning. G coos at you. "You know I can't do that, baby. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best to take care of you here. This is your home."

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

Beseeching (Hades [Disney] x Reader):

You sprang through the bushes, sending leaves and twigs flying in all directions trying your hardest not to look back at your quarry. You were panting hard, if you weren't such a magical creature then you would have been completely out of breath but somehow the little breath you had left kept you running. Your legs were aching a little but you needed to find a way out before you were caught. 

You then made the mistake of looking back to see the raging manticore was behind you; still doing his best to catch up with you. 

Shit! 

You put on a big burst of speed with your dryad strength and bounded over the river. You stumbled a little as you hit the landing and then continued with your sprint. You cast back another glance to see the manticore had easily caught up with you now only metres behind you. Panic seeped in your veins. You needed to escape.

Wait! 

“Hades!” you screamed as you leapt far over a fallen oak tree. “Please, I beseech you. I need you! Help ME!” 

As soon as you finished your rushed prayer, a ringing noise filled your ears. Not like bells but something else, like you had lost your hearing slightly. The air around you suddenly grew warm and then hot. A burst of fire exploded behind you making you stumble and fall. You landed hard on the ground with a grunt and looked back to see what had caused the sudden implosion. A tall, dark figure with bright blue flames for hair stood before you. Smoke curling around the feet. Hades had arrived. The manticore came to a screeching halt, stopping just in time. A fireball began to curl itself into manifestation in the god’s pale grey-blue hand. 

“Never.” he hissed. “Touch. My. Girl. AGAIN!” 

With the final word, he threw the fireball with one swift throw and it hit the manticore, hard in the face. The hybrid creature shrieked at the impact and leapt off and away into the darkness of the woods, snarling. 

Hades turned and looked at you in concern. “You okay, babe?” 

“Y-y-yeah. I think-think so.” 

He swooped down downwards you with a blur of smoke and brought you into his arms bridal style. “Next time, let me go with you.” 

“I will.” you agreed as he turned and teleported back to the Underworld 

He did not let go of you for the rest of the day. 

(The End)

[justdrawlynn11]

One month after the incident…

Monty was at the entrance of the daycare, well not THE daycare but the little area with the weird statue of Moon and the tv’s advertising candy. It’d been a week over a month since Monty had been in there with Monty being rented out by Fazbear for three weeks with only two days off, and the week before Sun’s birthday too. Monty had forgotten to visit as he used his days off to either relax or cause chaos, it’s been two weeks since they’d come back but he hasn’t heard a peep from Sun or Moon, goodness knows they’re never usually this silent…

Monty heard from the other glamrocks that apparently Moon just suddenly completely shut down the daycare about a month ago… right after Sun’s birthday..

Monty figured it was no good sign that Moon’s kept the daycare closed for this long, because it’s never closed this long…

Monty poked the Moon plushie that could teleport others into the tower room area where Sun and Moon lived, he was teleported to the balcony.

Something was off here, Monty could feel that something wasn’t right here…

They accidentally knocked over a box while going down the latter. It made a loud noise when it hit the ground.

Monty saw someone at the door to Sun’s room, they must have heard the box fall..

It was Moon.. but there was something wrong, his hat wasn’t sitting where it usually was, obscuring half of Moon’s face in the process. Moon’s neck ruffles were gone, they’d probably have been ripped off considering there wouldn’t be any other way to remove them… his pants had black stains all over them, it looked like the stains had been attempted to have been removed but to no avail…

Moon: Well, well, well~ if it isn’t my ďęąř łøÿął fřįęñď Montgomery!

Monty: Moon-? Are you good man? Nobody’s seen you or Sun for a month, and I think we both know that you’ve never closed the daycare for THIS long-

Moon has a scoffing laugh at Monty’s statement, like he’s loosing his sanity by the second.

Moon: And ŵħÿ does that matter to YOU Monty?

Monty: (what is up with you..?) Because y’all are my friends and I surprisingly care-

Moon’s laughs, like he was just told a blatant lie and the lie was obviously meant to be taken as a joke.

Moon: Fůńņŷ joke Monty… How much money do you want? Monty: What? When did I ask you for money in this?

Moon’s deranged smile shifts to a cold expression, still with a wide eyed stare… he wasn’t in the mood for jøķęş anymore…

Moon: Well that’s obviously the only reason you REALLY came to visit after over a month of nothing.

Monty: Moon you know I was busy- and I’m not here for money I’m just-

Moon raised his voice.

Moon: DON’T ĄĆŤ LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT EITHER OF US BEYOND THE ŠŤŲPĪÐ MØŇĖŶ MONTY!

Monty: what are you on ab-

Moon: BECAUSE IF YOU ŘÊĄŁĽŶ CARED YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN THAT SUN’S BEEN ÐĖÂĎ FØŘ Æ WĦØŁĘ MØŇŤĦ AND THAT I’VE BEEN DRIVING MYSELF ÎÑŞÆNÊ ȚŘŸĮŃĞ ŤØ BŘÎŅĠ ĦÎM BĂÇĶ!!

Monty became wide eyed at the statement, struggling to say something… Moon looked like he was about to burst into tears, not counting the tears that were already forming from him yelling.

Monty: Sun… He… he what..? No- no he couldn’t… he… no.. what are you on about…Moon…?

Moon: You didn’t even come on his f(udging) birthday…

Moon: …..you would’ve known just as much as I do about what I’m talking about if you even çåřèď enough to check sooner….

Monty: Moon this isn’t- this ain’t funny-

Moon: And ŵħăť exactly makes you think I’m trying to be funny here… if you want proof just look in Sun’s room…

Monty rushed to Sun’s door… and what he saw was horrific…

Sun’s body torn and dismembered… they look to have been cleaned off because there’s no way there wasn’t any oil spillage with how much damage was caused… the dark stains on Moon’s pants made sense now…

Sun’s torso and head were still connected.. it was laid on Sun’s bed and connected to a lot of other machines by a bunch of wires… while there wasn’t any oil on Sun there were oil stains practically everywhere in the path from the door to the bed, and now that Monty thinks about it, there was some oil outside the room as well…

Monty: M-moon… tell me w-what the f(udge) happened to Sun exactly….

Moon: Oh you know… a dear “friend” of ours came through the portal and gave Sun a päîņfųł birthday gift…

Moon: don’t worry… he’s no longer a přøbłêm…. not after what he did to Sun…

Moon: and not after what I dīď to him…

Monty: Moon… what-… what did you do…?

Moon: The same exact thing ęvẽřÿ Moon does Montgomery… heh…

Moon starts laughing… but then it quickly turned to crying as Moon fell to the floor…

Moon: Sun… Sun… he-*hick*- he’s gone Monty! My b- my baby brother’s gone Monty… HE’S GONE AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!…

Moon’s sobbing continued, falling into heart wrenching wailing at points…

Monty goes down to Moon on the floor, he hugs Moon(he’s gonna swear it’s a one time thing), trying to calm him down or even just console him

Moon continues sobbing and wailing, letting it all out, it’s haunting to hear Moon’s cries that day. But maybe Monty also needed to let out a few tears as well..

At some point Moon manages to choke up some words between his cries…

“I-I tried to-*hick* to-to be better Monty! B-but nothing e-*hick* n-nothing even matters now that h-he’s gone!”

And they cried… cried for a while… but at some point, Moon starts powering down because he wasn’t recharging, so he grew tired in his lack of self care…

Before Moon fell asleep… Monty promised him they’d help Moon bring Sun back, no matter what..

Some drawings for this as well:

[sparrowrye]

Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 10

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

Previous part

Part 10: sweet blood

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The shadows fell away. I stared at Striker's body for a moment longer. He was gone. I didn't have to worry about him anymore. I had overcome one of the last hurdles of my past. As Striker's soul left his body, so did the person I was when he was my master. I was no longer her and she was no longer me.

I turned to the teenager and held out a hand to them. Their eyes were still wide and they had a bloody nose. The smell reached me and my body went stiff. The cravings. They were coming back stronger exactly as Alastor had said. I cut off my senses immediately, wiping my own blood on my sleeve, and led the teenager out of the building.

Husker was on me trying to heal my injuries. I waved his claws away as we walked into the forest. He glanced at the dead Demon and gave me a small pat on the back. "You did good." My lips twitched in a smile. A second later guilt found my heart. I had cheated.

Charlie teleported everyone back. Haven members awaited our return, adults adopting children and helping other adults to the healer's hut or their very own. I noticed Alastor's red hair above the crowd. I needed to ask him for more meat. All the blood and injuries around me were surpassing my magic. My mouth was watering and my hands were twitching.

His shadow snaked through the crowd's feet and formed in front of me. I noticed his own body go rigid and one side of his smile showed his black gums. My hard glare dropped as I pleaded just loud enough for him to hear, "I need more. Now." I wiped my nose and nearly lost my balance from the overwhelming smell of everyone's blood. I reached for him and he was quick to wrap an arm around my back. I didn't reject the connection and let him pull me into the shadows.

We returned to the kitchen and I immediately leaned over the sink. I splashed cold water on my face to ground myself and clean off all the blood. Alastor attempted to touch my back but hesitated, pulling away and putting distance between us. He set out a plate of the meat and I ate it all within seconds.

It didn't satisfy.

My injuries were catching up to me now. I finally lost my balance and curled up in the corner of the kitchen. My head hurt. I didn't know if it was from the cravings or the fight. I had hit my head several times during it. My veins were tight again and I started to hear loud whispers in my ear. I covered them but that did absolutely nothing. My throat squeezed, making it feel like I was breathing through a pillowcase.

My nose was still bleeding, dripping onto my leg and staining my pants. Alastor lifted my chin and wiped the blood away. "Tell me what you are feeling, dear," he said.

"It-it...it didn't work." I had been expecting the cravings to gradually increase. Why weren't they working this time? I pressed my face into my knees as a wave of pain and nausea pulsed through my body. "What...what now?"

He let go and lifted his thumb up to his lips. His tongue slipped out to lick the red from his claw. Static caught in his throat and I looked up to see what was wrong. His eyes had turned dark and red dials ticked in a circle. He cleared his throat and used his cane to stand up. I tried to follow but the pain and nausea sent me curling up in the corner again.

"Now you need Demon blood."

"What?" I could only stare his boots. The whispers were louder in my ears, making it hard to hear him. "I can't...I can't...so loud..." Why wasn't my magic doing anything against these whispers? Why was this happening to me?

My nose caught a delicious scent, my head snapping up to find the source. Alastor had pulled his sleeve back and drew a cut along his dark skin. Black blood dripped out of the wound and a primal desire rose to replace me. I lunged for his arm and ran my tongue along the cut. It wasn't enough. I held on tighter and sank my top teeth into the wound. I heard him hiss and tightly grip my shoulder. He didn't stop me and I sucked the black, sweet liquid that came from the injury I had inflicted.

"I am giving you what you need," he said hoarsely in my ear. It sounded like he was out of breath. "Will you give me what I need?"

My clouded mind didn't give it a second thought. I nodded as I sank my teeth in the same injury to make his blood ooze out again. He pried one of my hands from his arm and brought it up to his face. I bit down harder when his sharp teeth punctured my palm. Heat ran through my veins and I could actually feel him drawing the blood from my body.

Heat moved from my throat, to my chest, to my face. Emotions that weren't mine passed through my mind. I was seeing red and green and felt more heat move through the rest of my body. His mind was melting with mine and I was seeing memories that weren't mine. He tried to withdraw from me but I held on tight, wrapping him further around my mind. I could see magenta now as our colors blended.

The pain was gone, the sweet taste of his blood over my tongue easing every tight and aching muscle. I wasn't drinking to satisfy anymore, merely because he tasted so sweet.

"Darling." His claws threaded through my hair and pulled just hard enough to cause a slight burning on my scalp. "That's enough."

I blinked the colors from my vision and forced myself to pull my teeth out of the wound. I slowly straightened up as we both unwound our minds from each other. He let go of my hair as I let go of his arm.

I looked at my hand and saw the crescent shaped holes from his teeth. They weren't bleeding anymore. He rolled his sleeve back down to cover a similar wound on his forearm.

Blinking again, I looked around at the kitchen. I felt the heat fade as I came back to reality. All of the pain, all of my injuries, had disappeared. It felt like I had enough energy to run for days.

Alastor reached for his cane that leaned against the counter. I took the opportunity and swiftly passed him, hastily leaving the kitchen and locking myself in my room.

****

Naturally, Vox had broadcasted my fight with Striker. It was all over social media. There were all kinds of comments and posts about the 'secret society' I was stealing people for.

Charlie had attempted to talk to me about it but I locked myself away in my room for the next two days. I wasn't ready to face her. I was ruining the plan, her plan, on keeping it a secret as long as possible.

I also couldn't face Alastor again. Setting the whole blood sucking thing aside, I had yet another repeat of the last time I was at that ring. Vox had broadcasted that I was Alastor's soulmate and nearly died because of it. This time I had revealed another big secret: our haven.

Husker wasn't allowed to see me either. Nifty brought food up, courtesy of Vilcin conjuring a little something, and that was about it. I was having nightmares about Striker and having a mental battle with myself.

Am I a Demon with no care for life? Am I a cheater? Am I an Angel? Someone who thought life was important and tried to save as many as I could? Yet I took just as many away. Not to mentioned I very much looked like a Demon that should kill.

A knock came at my door and I snapped for them to go away. "It's me, Reagan."

I immediately opened the door. "What are you doing up here?"

"Charlie said you were upset. So I wanted to come check on you." She sounded sad.

"But...you...you came all the way up here?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

I scanned the hallway with my eyes and magic before letting her in my room. I locked the door even though magic could easily bypass it. "But you hate Alastor."

"I saw him talking to Charlie in town," she explained. She looked around my room and I realized that she had yet to see it. I had seen hers plenty of times. "Wow, you keep your room clean."

"I don't really have much to make it dirty with." I held my hands behind my back and turned into my Human form.

"Can I see your clothes?" she asked, eyeing the wardrobe. I nodded and watched her examine the different outfits. "I love the way you dress. I wish I had clothes like these."

"We have a seamstress now, though," I said.

"Yeah," she shrugged, "but she's busy making clothes for everyone. And it's all basic stuff. I want gorgeous tops like these."

My cheeks started to color. "Oh...well...I'm sure we could find you some."

She turned at that. "Are you serious?"

I nodded. "You and I can make a day trip out of it. Get you out of the haven."

She casted a glance at the window. "Well...I don't know. I don't...now that I think about it, I really don't want to draw more attention to myself."

"What do you mean?" I sat on the cushion by the window and she joined me.

"I don't want people to hate me even more. If I have something they don't, they'll get mad."

I was quiet. I was starting to understand the complexities of social stuff. I never had to worry about such things since I had been isolated for most of my life. Poor Reagan was just a teenager and trying to figure things out with all the others. It didn't help that it was now a well known fact that she was a true Human with no magic.

"Then why don't we find you one or two things," I offered, "and you can wear them whenever we decide to go out. Maybe once a month or something like that?" 

Her smile returned to her face. "That would be amazing. Thank you." She wrapped her arms around my neck and I have a light squeeze. I was growing used to these hugs.

"But how have you been? That's what I originally came up for." She leaned back on the window seat.

"I just..." I debated on conjuring up a lie but our relationship worked on nothing but honest truth. "I um...I defeated my old master but it may...it may have caused some problems for us."

"Problems how?"

"People know about us, or at least of us. This could mean that we might start getting search parties."

"But wasn't that going to happen anyways?" she argued softly.

"Well, yeah, but not this soon. We're still trying to have a good guard in place. We're kinda scraggly right now."

"But we have you and the Ra--and Alastor. No one can get past you guys."

"Do you actually believe that?" I leaned forward a little.

"Of course I do. Everyone in town does, too."

"I...didn't know that." I looked down at my Human hands.

"Jerry especially feels safe here," she added.

"Jerry? The one who saw the fight?" I had thought that was his name but I wasn't quite sure. There were too many of the teenagers now. He had been the one Striker had attacked to get me to fight.

"Yep. And he said he was so grateful that you were there. He thought you might've left him."

"Of course I didn't." I met her soft green eyes. "I would never abandon any of you."

"That's why we believe in you." She moved closer so our legs were up against one another. She leaned her head on my shoulder. "It's why I care about you so much."

I felt happiness surge through my bones. I leaned my cheek on her small head and rubbed her arm lightly. I may never have my own children for obvious reasons but she was the next best thing.

I felt Alastor's presence in the house. A different set of nerves climbed their way into my throat. "Well thank you for that. I feel much better now."

She smiled. I knew she liked it when she helped people. It was why she had become Vivian's assistant for the younger classes and beamed when the teacher praised her for the help. I wondered if she would become the next teacher or possibly even a healer.

"Well, I'll walk you downstairs. Alastor came back."

Her smile turned into an annoyed frown. I pinched her cheeks to make her smile again. I put a hand on her shoulder as we walked down the stairs and out on the porch. A strong wind blew the tall grass to one side. I could immediately tell it was going to storm tonight.

Reagan gave me a wave and jogged across the clearing to the haven. I watched her come across one of her few friends and they disappeared into the streets. Warm yellow and orange lights were being lit in the windows.

I felt Alastor's presence on my back. I was afraid to turn around, keeping my eyes fixated on one of the many windows. I found that I could actually smell him. It was like a combination of a campfire and cedar wood. He almost smelled earthy with a tang of sweat, as if he had just come in from chopping firewood.

Thunder rolled in the distance.

"Sounds like a big storm," he broke the silence.

"Sure does." I let my Demon side show.

"What is wrong, darling?"

I almost bristled. I should've expected him to be so upfront and forward about things. "Nothing." I turned to walk in but he put a hand up to block me. That made me bristle. "What?" My snarl lessened only slightly when I looked him in the eyes.

"There is something very clearly wrong. If it has something to do with the night we drank each--" My ears pinned back and I shoved his arm out of the way. I attempted to climb the stairs but he grabbed hold of my wrist. I noted that he kept himself outside my shields despite the zip of energy. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, my dear."

I wrenched my hand from his grip, face burning, and went back to my room. I found my little corner between the bathtub and the shower and wrapped myself in my wings. I tried to keep his words out of my mind but they just kept repeating.

The worst part about it was that I wanted to do it again.

I stayed in that position for hours. It wasn't until a strange sound that found its way to my ear did I finally stand. My legs were shaky and my one foot was trying to wake up.

I opened my door and immediately knew it was coming from Alastor's room. It took me even less time to realize he was singing. A radio was playing in the background by his filtered voice sang over it. It was a soft song, one that I didn't recognize but felt in my bone that I somehow knew it.

I crossed the hall and leaned against the wall to hear better. It was soothing, oddly enough. I closed my eyes and visited my old memories. My mother was holding me in her lap as a radio in the corner played a similar tune. She hummed along with it, the vibrations somehow making me fall faster asleep.

I opened my eyes to find myself on the ground and softly swaying side to side. When I closed my eyes, this time I focused on the sound of his voice. He was just that, a voice. I had no pride, no emotions, nothing to uphold. I was alone yet not. I was in a perfect balance of everything.

I was simply being.

My heart fell when he eventually stopped singing. I went back to my room before I was discovered and played it all in my head on repeat. I didn't realize how much I liked hearing him sing.

A smile pulled at my lips.

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Author’s Note:

Hehe :P

[mimisempai]

To make you happy

Summary

When Crowley agrees to be blindfolded by Aziraphale, he doesn't expect to be surprised in such a beautiful way.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #6: Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.

On Ao3

Rating G -  525 words

"Angel, where are you taking me?"

"Do you trust me?"

The angel's whisper in his ear made Crowley shiver before he replied, "Really? You have to ask me that? When I'm blindfolded and letting you take me who knows where?"

He heard Aziraphale's light laugh before he felt his arms wrap around him as he whispered, "Thank you. Only a few more seconds to wait and your patience will be rewarded."

From the slight pressure the demon felt, he knew the angel had teleported them somewhere and was now genuinely intrigued.

When he felt the ground beneath his feet, still blindfolded, the first things he noticed were the fresh air that indicated they were outside and the smell of wet earth mixed with a flowery scent.

"Angel, where did you teleport us to?"

He felt a warm pressure of lips on his forehead just before the angel said softly, "Just a second more.

The angel finally let go and Crowley felt his hands on the knot of the blindfold, which he untied.

Aziraphale said softly, "You can open your eyes now."

The demon obeyed and immediately let out a gasp of surprise.

They were on the roof of the bookshop, but the gray concrete was now covered with flower boxes, a small vegetable garden, a small fountain, and a gardener's workbench with all the necessary equipment.

Crowley turned to Aziraphale and asked, his expression one of wonder, "This is incredible, Angel, but...why?"

Aziraphale replied gently, "Even though the bookshop is our home now, you have no place of your own. I have my desk and my books, but you have nothing. So I thought, since you love plants and take such good care of them... I had to do something. But I realize that maybe I presumed too much, maybe you're not interested, and I-mmm".

He was unable to finish his sentence because Crowley had just knocked him down by jumping on top of him and now, straddling his lap, was kissing him passionately. The kiss was wild and so frantic that if they hadn't already been on the floor, they would have fallen anyway. 

After a moment, they were forced to catch their breath and Crowley pulled away. His lips red and slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed and panting, he pressed his forehead against the angel's and smiled brightly.

Aziraphale asked him softly, "I take it that means you like your gift."

"Yes, you guessed right, Angel. I love your gift, but most of all, I love you."

He pressed his lips to the angel's once more, burying his hands in the angel's hair. The kiss was less wild, but just as passionate as the angel's hands slipped under his shirt on his back. He pressed the demon against him as their tongues crept into each other's mouths, exploring and flicking against each other in a way that made both of their toes curl.

They continued kissing for a long time, sitting on the unstable floor of the shop's roof, among the flowers, christening Crowley's new garden with their love.

No doubt the flowers and plants around them would never tremble in fear.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[wilderness-of-thoughts]

Before:

You stood in front of the mirror almost ready to go. Gojo dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts. He really had a lot to choose from, you got so many doll clothes that you envied his choice. The only problem turned out to be the shoes, so he walked barefoot all the time.

"Now... Where should I hide you?" You said looking at your reflection, Satoru was sitting on your shoulder looking at his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair.

"Where are we going?"

"The library." Gojo looked at you like you killed his puppy. "What?"

"I don't know, I thought you were seriously trying to bring me back to normal height!" He shouted, whipping his tail.

"I'm trying! I'm gathering information! Now I want to go to the school library to see if there's any mention in the archives of what happened to you!" You shouted back.

"oh... Okay..." As if nothing had happened he went back to improving his beauty. "What?" He said looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"I want to flush you down the toilet."

"Just try it and I'll come back and roll in your sheets."

"You won't do it"

"Want to bet?" He looked at you expectantly. You didn't want to. You sighed heavily, your thoughts returning to the problem of where to hide Gojo.

The fact is that when he sits on your shoulder, both of you are comfortable and Satoru can see everything. But you can't just go like that to school. You might run into Yaga or Gojo's students. You know Nanami is teaching them now and you might run into him too.

"Maybe like in Ratatouille?" Satoru first teleported to the top of your head, then asked. You could already feel his hands tightening around the knuckles of your hair. It's worth a try. You pulled an old summer hat out of the closet and carefully covered your head with it.

"How are you doing there?"

"...It smells like an old wardrobe."

"No shit Sherlock...."

"Walk around the room for a bit." Step, step, step.

"Would you please not pull out my hair?" You growled.

"Can you not move your head when you walk?"

.... What?

"maybe I should stop moving too?"

"That would be helpful"

....

The next idea was to put him in your purse. And at first it seemed like a good place but...

"You're rocking me too much! And I can't see a thing! ... Oh, do you have tampons in your purse? You know, I've always wanted to stick a little firecracker in one and..."

...

Plan number three was to put him in pants pocket. But for obvious reasons you didn't even try. Why are women's pockets so small and tight?

...

"I have an idea!" He finally shouted. Curious, you didn't move and waited to see what he would do. Gojo climbed up your shirt and in the blink of an eye he was between your breasts as his arms and head hung from cleavage. Big smile appeared on his face. "I'm a genius." He mumbled to himself. It was warm, soft, he could feel your breasts on his skin. The bra secured his legs so he wouldn't fall any deeper.

"GET OUT OF THERE" You squealed, red in the face.

"No." Quick reply. "I'm in heaven"

"I'll give you hell if you don't come out in five seconds.." you growled through clenched teeth. Gojo looked at your reflection in the mirror, and as if nothing had happened, he raised his head and smiled sincerely and cunningly.

"You know that when you get mad you get a runway on your forehead?"

"...What?" You blinked.

"Well, look in the mirror, you're frowning and there are wrinkles like a runway forming on your forehead."

"I really want to rip your head off more and more."

∆∆∆

The best place to hide Gojo turned out to be quite unconventional. You came across it by accident when you were trying to pull Gojo out of your bra.

You were already on the grounds of the jujutsu school and hoped you wouldn't run into anyone. Gojo at this time was under your shirt (of course), standing with his bare feet resting on the back of your bra. He was standing straight, could see everything over your shoulder. And if anything, he could always hide in your hair. Perfect solution.

You was actually worried that he would be too hot, but he just waved his hand nonchalantly. Well, okay.

"Y/n!" Fuck. "Y/n!" Yaga approached you, walking a bit faster.

"Hi uncle!" You smiled, trying to look natural. "What's up?"

"as usual." He replied with a smile, accompanying you to the library. "Tell me how you are, is Satoru feeling better?"

"Meh, dramatic and hysterical. His Adonis body is less divine." You laughed quietly. Yaga smiled.

"He'll get better, most of us have been there." He spoke clearly recalling some place in the past in his head. You nodded. "Why are you going to the library anyway?"

"Um... Gojo... He asked me." Fuck, you couldn't come up with a credible excuse and that was the first thing that came to your mind.

"Just to be clear, we're talking about Satoru Gojo. Right?"

"Yeeees..." Yaga raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. Quick, come up with something better! "You see, he's very upset about having chickenpox and is looking for a way to get rid of it faster. That's why he... Wants to use some jujutsu technique!"

"Sounds like him."

Phew.

∆∆∆

Satoru was surprisingly calm. But it was just the calm before the storm.

"You done?" He groaned in your ear as you searched the archives for books that could help.

"We've been here for five minutes..."

"I'm so bored!" He pulled on your earlobe. Annoying little devil.

...

...

...

You know those memes where cats sit on a book while their owner reads? Well, you have the same thing, but instead of a cute fluffy kitty, you have Gojo with his hands behind his head.

"Hey, I'm bored."

"It's an antique... an old scroll with..." Riiiiip..... It was an antique.

...

...

...

"Y/n pay attention to me!" Satoru glared at you.

"should I look for a solution to your tiny problem or pay attention to you?"

"can't you do both?"

...

......

...

And this is not the storm I was talking about. This storm started innocently.

Nanami showed up in the library. Yaga probably told him you came. It's not like you were special friends with him, you just knew him. Nanami, after a few pleasantries, started talking to you about books. You asked him if he knew of an encyclopedia of jujutsu techniques or something similar. You wanted to find someone who might have had similar power at one point. It turned out that Nanami was very committed to helping.

"Miss Y/n, I found something. It's quite a large volume... But there's a more or less complete list of tech-"

"Iiiiiik!" You squealed, grinning in pain.

∆∆∆ A few moments earlier ∆∆∆

Gojo was furious. He peered over your shoulder, safely tucked into your hair, and watched as Kento took off his jacket, pushed up his sleeves, and loosened his tie. He was hitting on you! It's not like he wants to feel comfortable poring over books. NO! Gojo was absolutely convinced you were being hit on. And when that blond dick was leaning over you...Why the fuck did Nanami offer to help you anyway?

Gojo always had you on a tight leash, especially around Nanami. His friend was a walking green flag, and Gojo could see it. Yes, he shared his lover with him several times. But he will never share you!

But you weren't without blame either, oh nooo....

So Satoru, being himself, did what came to his mind. You asked for it. He took a deep breath through his nose, burrowed deeper into the back of your neck, and... started biting you. No, that's an understatement. He braced his feet against your skin and dug his teeth mercilessly into your flesh over and over again.

"Iiiiiik!"

"Miss Y/n?"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"Are you alright?" Nanami seemed genuinely concerned, which made Gojo bite even harder.

"Y-yes! I think I just got a needle in my... Ow!!!"

Simply...

Bite.

...pay...

Bite.

...attention...

Bite.

...to...

Bite.

...HIM!

Next:

[l0rdgeosupport3rr]

Underneath the stone mask

18+!!!!

Tags: Rimming,tongue in ass, fucking a dead body (necrophilia)

Synopsis: (For continuity purposes, it is highly recommended that you read the first part called: Planet Befall. It's on my page before proceeding with this continuation of the series.)

Part 1:

Xiao stood on top of Mt. Hu Lao, staring up at the sky while breathing deeply and closing his eyes. He had come up to escape the noise and to mourn for his fellow fallen adepti when a screeching, ringing noise made him crouch down while slapping his hands over his ears.

“Dainsleif… save me!” a female voice screamed while sobbing.

‘Who…?’ Xiao’s thought was interrupted as the ringing noise intensified.

When he shut his eyes, he saw a vision of you being pinned to the ground, upper body exposed and littered with marks and small bruises. Your face was tear-stained, with irritated eyes and dried snot, and behind the swollen eyelids from crying so much, Xiao could see the sorrow, the defeat.

The ringing dissipated, and he slowly opened his eyes, letting go of his ears.

‘…Dainsleif?’ Xiao whispered, confused, and he put his hand on his chin, falling deeper into thought about this ‘Dainsleif’. He teleported to the Wangshuu Inn to see Zhongli.

Zhongli stood on the balcony at the Wangshuu Inn, peering over the landscape that made Liyue. Eyes the color of cor lapis, once hardened from war, softly gazed upon the region with fondness.

“My pride and joy,” he said right as Xiao materialized behind him with a flash of black and green.

“Rex Lapis,” he greeted, and while Zhongli did not turn back, he knew Xiao was bowing. Even though the latter gave up his Gnosis, the Adeptus continued to treat him like he was still an Archon.

“Xiao, you know you’ve always been my favorite, right?’’ Zhongli asked lightly with a chuckle.

Xiao did not speak as his face flushed from embarrassment.

Zhongli was smiling as he held out his hand to his Adeptus. “Come, let's get you home so I can give you your medicine for your karmic debt.”

…

Xiao and Zhongli return home. The former’s medicine is administered and he rests for a bit, with Zhongli overseeing him.

…

Zhongli deepened the kiss with Xiao, bringing the latter closer. When they were pressed together, Xiao could feel Zhongli’s clothed erection against his.

Zhongli lifted Xiao up without breaking the kiss and gently placed him on the bed before pulling away, leaving a saliva trail between their mouths. He lowered his head to Xiao’s neck, and Xiao felt his hot breath against his skin before the sensation of the latter’s teeth digging into the crook. Xiao gasped, which urged Zhongli to continue to attack that area with licks and sucking until he saw a hickey form.

Xiao let out a string of mewls and moans as Zhongli continued to leave hickeys in his wake.

“You were made just for me,” he murmured against Xiao’s neck before getting up and readjusting himself. He placed his finger on the hem of Xiao’s pants and slowly dragged it down to his clothed erection. Zhongli traced his finger around, teasing Xiao, and the latter bit back a moan.

“Don't go quiet on me now, General Alatus,” he teased as he palmed Xiao’s clothed cock, and they both could see the wetness of precum leaking through his pants.

“Hmm… It seems your body speaks for you, Alatus,” Zhongli mused, bringing back his finger to the hem of Xiao’s pants and pulling down his pants swiftly, exposing his underwear and straining his cock.

“These have to go now,” he said, and once those words were uttered, Xiao saw glimpses of a red sky and Zhongli’s archon form, holding a dagger with lust and hatred within his amber eyes.

‘This is the same woman from before in my other vision! Morax…? What is he doing…’ Xiao’s train of thought was interrupted by a wet sensation at his balls—his Lord’s tongue.

Zhongli trailed towards Xiao’s asshole before peppering the puckered rim with light kisses. He licked rapidly at Xiao’s hole, eventually slowing down only to enter his ass. The ex-Archon elongated his tongue to pleasure his subordinate, wrapping his arms around Xiao’s thighs to bring him closer.

At that moment, Xiao was brought back to the same scene of his previous visions, but this time, Morax was gripping your hips and moving you closer to his tip, while you lay there on the Khaenri’ahn soil, struggling against him.

‘Rex Lapis… did you violate a mortal?! No, no, that can’t be… Why am I only getting these visions with Rex Lapis…?’ Xiao thought in disbelief. Once more, he was brought back to the present by Zhongli’s hand wrapping his large hand around his cock, and the tip of his tongue hitting his prostate. Zhongli gave Xiao’s softening cock a few pumps to maintain his hardness but to no avail.

Xiao’s thoughts and the visions he received were messing with his erection and feelings toward Zhongli. Before he knew it, his Lord had reverted his tongue to its original shape and retracted from Xiao's ass. He took his hand off Xiao’s limp cock and petted his head softly.

“You seem distracted, Xiao. What is the matter?” he asked with a sad tone but with concern in his eyes.

‘I must think of something believable so he won’t be suspicious of me’

“Rex Lapis, I must hurry. Someone has called for me,” he said, trying to keep his tone even. Zhongli said nothing as he quickly gave Xiao his clothes and helped him get dressed. With a short goodbye, the Adeptus teleported away.

Right after his subordinate left, Zhongli’s look of concern quickly contorted into a disgustingly sweet smile.

“Well, well, it seems it’s about time to visit you, [name], my treasure.” He murmured quietly while letting out a low chuckle, getting up and approaching the door.

…

Ganyu was sitting on a rock on Mt. Tianheng, catching some rest when Xiao appeared. She woke up with a startle, eyes widened in shock. “X-Xiao? How may I help you?” she asked, her eyes scanning him for any injuries. Her attention was drawn to a bruise, peeking out of his collar.

“What are those marks on your neck—?” She was interrupted.

“Ganyu, you are the only other person I trust with this information,” Xiao stated gravely before continuing. “I need help investigating Rex Lapis.”

Ganyu’s eyes widened further. Investigating Rex Lapis? She knew her fellow Adeptus was fiercely loyal to him as Rex Lapis had saved him from his old Master, so to imply that their Lord has a dark secret… That is nothing to throw about lightly. She let him continue.

“And I need help reaching Lumine without arousing his suspicion. I have reason to believe he murdered a mortal, which goes against our core beliefs as Adepti.”

“But why…? And how—that doesn’t sound right..” Ganyu responded quietly.

Xiao’s eyes were downcast for a moment before he spoke further, locking her gaze with his own. “I know how bizarre it sounds, but I need your and Lumine’s help. We must investigate this ourselves without incident.

“Do not tell the others until we have solid proof.” He walked closer to Ganyu and reached out his hand to hers. After a moment of hesitating, Ganyu reached out to it with her own, and he held it tightly while looking directly at her.

“Ganyu, listen, this is serious. I know your feelings toward Rex Lapis may be positive, but if he went against our beliefs of never harming mortals, then there must be consequences for that.”

It was at this point that Ganyu noticed Xiao was shaking, barely holding back tears. He couldn’t believe that the same god who saved him and built Liyue with his own hands harmed mortals, even if they were from the fallen kingdom of Khaenri’ah.

Ganyu took her hand from his, only to wrap her arms around his back and bring him closer for a hug. She rested her chin on his head and stroked his hair, and immediately she felt his arms around her.

Xiao always enjoyed Ganyu’s hugs. They always grounded him, and she was one of the only people he would allow physical touch from. This continued for a bit until he sensed Zhongli’s presence at Mt Tianheng.

He pulled back. “Ganyu.”

She stopped stroking his hair and let him go. “What happened?” she asked curiously while keeping her voice quiet.

“Rex Lapis is here. It’s the perfect time to start investigating.” Xiao ordered. With a thundering heart, Ganyu nodded.

—

Ganyu and Xiao both looked around, trying to find the location of their archon. After twenty minutes had passed, Xiao finally noticed Rex Lapis.

“Look, Ganyu, it’s him,” He pointed at Zhongli’s figure as they stood just outside of his view, “and he’s heading towards that cave.”

Ganyu nodded and he beckoned her to follow him. From a distance, the two of them watched as Zhongli retreated into the cave. They both waited a few minutes before deciding to follow him, making sure to keep quiet.

Both adepti look around to find where Zhongli could have gone. Ganyu’s ears picked up a low humming noise and she followed the source until she ventured into a part of the cave that was full of petrified stone statues.

She stared in awe and shock, her jaw-dropping. She knew what Rex Lapis was capable of, but to see the figures up close like this… Clutching her chest from fear, Ganyu whisper-shouted, “Xiao!”

Xiao teleported next to her to witness the sight that fell before her.

“Listen to me, Ganyu. Take out your Kamera to take pictures.” He said calmly. “We must not let emotion affect our actions of exposing Rex Lapis—not to mention that we need to show this to the traveler and the other adepti. It is imperative we deliver these to the traveler because she could help us plead our case.”

‘Strange… I cannot sense Rex Lapis anywhere, even though we both saw him enter the cave.’ Xiao thought as he took photos of the statues with the Kamera. At the same time, Ganyu noticed a dagger with dried golden blood on the blade.

“Xiao,” she murmured, pointing at the dagger, “look at this. It’s Rex Lapis’s blood.”

Xiao immediately made his way to the rusty dagger coated with the blood of their archon, and took a photo of it.

Snap.

“We should leave before Rex Lapis comes back,” he said softly. With a nod, both adepti teleported out of the cave.

—

‘Good thing the fellow adepti and traveler don’t know about Guizhong’s secret abode,’ Zhongli let out a dark chuckle after that thought.

“It feels amazing to take off that stupid weak facade about honor and such. Don't you agree, [name]?” He asked rhetorically, looking upon your face, never to portray an emotion ever again. He placed a large, warm hand on your cold body and slowly made his way up to caress your bare breasts.

“Even better, to release my true self onto those who deserve it and onto weaker beings… Isn’t that so fun? Killing anyone who finds out, mortals or adepti alike… ” He let out a deranged laugh, feeling his pants getting tight.

Just like that fateful day, five hundred years ago.

“[Name], why don’t you be a dear and help out the one and only rex lapis?” he chuckled darkly, looking down at your corpse with a mixture of lust and hatred. After climbing onto the table where your body had been resting all this time, all on display for him, he took out his hard cock and pumped himself a few times while he lined it up at your entrance.

“It’s unfortunate that you were from a godless nation. Maybe then I would've considered letting you live as my personal cocksleeve.” he pushed himself into you. He moaned when he bottomed out in you, harshly gripping onto your hips. Then he started to move, pulling your corpse closer. He didn’t care if your pussy had gone cold ages ago—it felt as good as it did five hundred years ago.

“You know, [name], despite being dead and gone, you’re good at being a stress reliever.” He sped up his hips.

—

Ganyu and Xiao made their way to the Adventurers’ Guild back in Liyue Harbor.

“Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurers' Guild, Adeptus Xiao and Ganyu,” Katheryne greeted the two of them with her usual smile. “What can I do for you two today?”

“I have a letter that needs urgent delivery to the Traveler,” Ganyu stated calmly, handing the envelope to Katheryne.

“Understood. I shall have an adventurer deliver this for you.”

“Thank you for sending this mail out to the Traveler for us, Katheryne. We really appreciate this.” Ganyu smiled before both adepti walked away from the guild.

They stopped walking after descending the stairs, and Ganyu turned to Xiao. “I’ll see you when I get a reply from the traveler,” she said. Xiao nodded and watched her depart.

‘Do we really know who Rex Lapis is? Or has he put up a front with us and the entirety of Liyue this whole time? What exactly did he do in Khaneri’ah?’ Xiao thought to himself. Between the dagger with Rex Lapis’s dried blood and the visions he’d been experiencing… Liyue’s god was much more than he appeared.

—

Zhongli stilled himself as he came inside of you. He remained inside of you to make sure his cock was completely empty and soft before finally pulling out of your pussy. He got off the table and fixed his attire.

“[Name], do you know how difficult it was to get you back here? I had to hide myself and wait to see this ‘Dainsleif’ you kept screaming about.” Despite his words, Zhongli was smiling as he remembered the man you served, blonde hair tousled from running and blue eyes mourning you.

Not to mention Dainsleif’s companion.

“It was a bonus seeing the Traveler’s twin there as well. Their faces upon seeing you filled me with delight. Once they were gone, I took one of your teammates’ bodies and stripped her naked before swapping you out with her.

Then he laughed. “Ah, but here’s the kicker— I also made sure to perfectly replicate how they placed the flag and those disgusting flowers.” He paused to crack his knuckles and neck before he inched over to your cold body peering down at your defiled corpse with a grin.

“I had to place an Adeptus spell on you to preserve your body, so you can look nice and young for me to use forever.’’ A pause, as if to wait for a response that would never come.

“The finer details aren’t too important,” he continued, waving his hand like he was dismissing something. “But you’d understand the how’s and why’s of me switching your body out with someone else’s, don’t you?”

Finally, Zhongli stood up, brushing off imaginary dust and straightening the wrinkles in his clothing. “Well, things were as splendid as ever. I’ll see you soon, [name].” he said with a dark smile.

[autocrats-in-love]

Hi, i hope you're doing well! I was wondering if you could please continue the snippet you wrote about your own prompt #99? It's this one:

https://www.tumblr.com/autocrats-in-love/687949122238644224/please-can-you-continue-prompt-99-i-need-to-know?source=share

No worries if not, but i loved it a lot and thought it's no harm asking. Have a nice day!🦋

@person-official and @strawberry-seed28 also requested a continuation

Someone's in Denial (Part 2)

Part 1

Be warned: fantasy violence

The villain kicked open the door to the interrogation room. An alarm started blaring throughout the building.

“Which way?” they asked the hero.

“Left,” the hero huffed, eyes on their diary rolled up in the villain’s back pocket.

As they ran, the hero tried to grab it. The villain jerked away. 

“Not. A. Chance.” The villain said with a grin. 

“That’s mine.” The hero said.

“I’m just borrowing it.”

“I didn’t let you.”

“Let’s call it even for saving your life, then.”

They rounded a corner and saw a half dozen guards running towards them. The pair got into fighting positions. The first one came for the villain. They slid in between her legs, freezing her feet in place as they did. 

“Show off,” the hero muttered, teleporting behind the guard that came for them and slamming their head against the wall next to them. 

“I try,” the villain said. “Get the rest close to the back wall.” 

The hero sighed. “Fine.”

They teleported around the other four guards, moving too fast for them to shoot and making them back up when they got too close for comfort.

“So, why weren’t the chains freeze-proof?” the hero asked. “They guarded them against teleportation well enough.”

The villain threw a few dozen small icicles, pinning the guards against the wall by their shirts and pants. 

“I. . .kind of have an agreement with the agency.”

“Really?” the hero asked as they continued running.

“Yeah. Sure, they broke their end when they kidnapped me, but probably they figured it wouldn’t be worth it for me to do it back and escape. Too much of a hassle when I could just sit still for a few hours.” 

“But. . .”

“Oh my Gods, I’m letting them kill you.” the villain said, sounding horrified.

“You try to kill me every day.”

“We both know that’s not true, sweetheart.”

There was that nickname again. The hero tried to ignore the feeling it caused in their chest.

“Wait! That conference room’s closed for repairs. It’ll be empty.” the hero said, stopping in front of an unremarkable grey door identical to the rest.

“How will that help us?”

“Ice slide,” the hero said, making a sliding gesture that had the villain tamping down a laugh. 

“I can’t break bulletproof glass, sweets.” 

“That’s what they’re repairing.”

“Oh. Perfect.”

The villain and hero entered the room. The alarm was muffled in it. Inside was a room that furniture had been taken from, leaving it barren. A slight breeze tickled the carpet from the giant hole in the glass. It was at least 2 metres tall, going up from the floor.

“What did that?” the villain asked.

“Uh, it doesn't matter.” the hero said, looking away.

The villain raised an eyebrow but knew it wasn’t the time. They walked over to the wall, crouched down, and firmly planted their hands on the ground. They were about 3 stories up. Quickly, a rickety-looking slide of ice descended to the ground below.

“Hurry, it's hot-” the villain stopped when they realised what the hero had taken from their pocket.

The hero sat on the slide, their diary clutched in both hands. Before they could slide down, the villain grabbed their shoulder.

“Hey, you want to know why I really wanted your diary?” They asked.

“Uh, I guess,” the hero said, feeling the blush rise in their cheeks.

“To see if we wrote the same things about each other.” The villain said, before pushing the hero down the slide. 

Part 3 Part 4

[inafieldofdaisies]

15 Lines of Dialogue Tag | Tagged by @la-grosse-patate @g0dspeeed @direwombat @aceghosts @sofrosine @nightbloodbix @kyber-infinitygems @corvosattano @voidika @thesingularityseries

Deputy Sabrina Donovan | WIPs: In Hope of Tomorrow / A Trial of Errors (AU; Lines 9-15)

1. "Who the fuck ties a person to a chair on wheels. Did they rob an office?"

2. Sabrina narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth twitching, "Did someone try to drown you, Seed?"

3. "Yep. I'm still here, didn't teleport through the steel walls, ain't going anywhere, so you can fuck right off." She waited for his footsteps to recede, but they never did, "Like seriously, you're now gonna watch me while I sleep? Fucking creepy."

4. "It was either the radio or I start singing off-key, and I doubt you'd like that."

5. "I will have you know I've been throwing knives since I was 15,", she nodded towards the knife block at the counter, "keep talking and you would find out my actual aim."

6. "Your face is kind of hard to forget." "Was that a compliment, Deputy?" Sabrina rolled her eyes, "You wish."

7. "Are you taking us there?", she repeated, her voice taking an edge, "You have to know, I won't let you take HER."

8. "Didn't strike me as a lace type of girl, Deputy. Are you taking that one, too?", he cocked his head, eyes darkening as he examined the piece. "Oh, you know, I have to win the Miss Universe competition somehow."

9. Her hazel eyes shone as she let out a laugh, "If I had to bet, I'd say you'd be the one getting cold, Mr. Duncan, stolen clothes and all that. I feel like I can skip on asking to see what you're wearing." "Ouch.", he rubbed at his chest at the jab, "That one hurt." "Too soon?"

10. "And you're alone?" "No. A whole harem of guys is keeping me company, actually. They're currently fighting who will be sleeping on my tiny bed, and who's taking the ground, pillowless. A true form of punishment, I tell you."

11. "I'm dealing with a… situation." Her expression was unreadable, "I can see that." "Roughly estimated, how much did my chances sunk with?", [John] asked, flipping back to the view of his face. "Who says they did?"

12. "There's a bat.", he whispered like the creature would hear him and put an end to his game of hiding. "A rat?", she echoed incorrectly. "Sure, Detective,", he hated how his voice shook even as he spoke quietly, "but the type with fucking wings."

13. "Soo..", she began slowly, "why are you without pants? Don't tell me they got stolen while you slept… was it the bat? Should I call Stockton? Though, I think crimes committed by animals are out of his jurisdiction, you can probably vouch for that."

14. "What were you doing up so late?" "A girl has to have some secrets, John."

15. "You could always march over there and threaten to sue them for harassment… Your poor ears would thank you." "Don't tempt me. Because we might end up with a different situation on our hands." She raised an eyebrow, "Them asking you to join?", all he could do was blink as she laughed quietly, "Kidding. Oliver isn't rubbing off on me, I promise."

Deputy Calahan Hartley | WIP: In Hope of Tomorrow

1."I WILL GIVE YOU PURGE, YOU FUCKERS! What timing to be out of dynamite."

2. ["You ready to work?"] "As ready as I can be after crash-landing, almost drowning and getting shot at. Just another Monday, really."

3. "I'm not a leader, chief, hell, it's a miracle I'm still a Deputy. Fuck. Am I even one anymore?"

4. "Zorro will be on his best behavior, I promise. You won't even notice he's around. Plus… he gives mean foot rubs." "Rookie.", disbelief seeped into [Mary May's] tone. "Fine. The foot rubs were a lie. Though, I can take up on that task." "You ain't coming anywhere near my feet, Rookie."

5. "I couldn't leave him behind, gorgeous. He's my son." A huff escaped her, probably at the pout he followed his words with, "He's a raccoon."

6. "One day, you're gonna realize what you're missing, gorgeous. And I won't be looking for payback for these insults. Too much."

7. "Your plan.", Leslie corrected him, "That you devised after getting drunk yesterday." "Most of my plans are conconted that way, chief."

8. "Oh, Leslie, bold and brave, agree to march over to Johnny's GATEEEE…", Hartley sang over the usual lyrics, meeting Zorro's dark gaze, "He looks like John, right, my boy? Even the universe agrees, Parish."

9. "Good old Joseph, oh, how he'd lose his mind if he learns 'God' has been showing visions of his brother fornicating to someone else, he'd probably die from the shock before I have the chance to kill him."

10. "I'm having the worst time of my life here. Humor is what keeps me going, besides Mary May's hidden stash… and well, my anger."

11. "You have the hots for [John], and me… I want to turn him into a human creme bruleee. Two types of people, Gray."

12. "[John]'s been calling me daily, I'm leaving him some friendly notes in return. The start of a beautiful friendship."

13. "Hope you don't mind sitting in the back. Zorro loves riding shotgun."

14. "Go meet your God, tell Him I will send Joseph soon, too."

15. "You're in a bar in Montana.", Mary May rolled her eyes and set a new empty glass in front of [Sébastien], "Closest you'd get to me making you tea, even at lunch is serving you lukewarm water with some of my spit in it. Organic. So count yourself lucky." Calahan leaned in, whispering loudly, "Also known as blatant disrespect. Which I would advise against. Though, I'd take her spitting in my drink anyday."

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