#part 4 is return/swarm

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 4

one || two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: seijoh4 x gn!reader [ oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsun, maki ]

warnings: mature content. MDI. cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, the word “dick” said over a million times lol this chapter is basically bigdick!4 supremacy, corny behavior, camboy!maki, slight mentions of degradation, iwa’s is the shortest (I’M SORRY), some minor errors probably and i think that’s it :] !!

notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :'))) life was kicking my ass and the last thing i could think about was getting metaphorically dicked down lol but hope you enjoy, thank y'all so much for your patience, and the last couple parts coming soon!

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy, @captaincyberqueen , @tsukiran

OIKAWA would be the reason the list even exists, let’s be honest. 

But, for the sake of the plot, we’ll pretend otherwise.

Once again, without fail, after another grand win for the great king, he’s swarmed by his devoted groupies—Shoving their phones, gifts, and themselves in his face hoping to catch even a sliver of his attention.

And once again, you stood on the sidelines, impatiently waiting for him to leave the spotlight; irked your soul sometimes.

It’s not that you were against him being praised or anything, even though his head was fat enough to begin with, you loved the admiration people had for him. But there’s a fine line between being a fan and being a straight-up weirdo. 

And right now, they’re tap-dancing on that line something fierce. 

“Tooru!~ will you sign right here?” 

One pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing more of her breasts that were pushed up damn-near to her chin whilst wearing a sultry smile. You caught a small glimpse of panic flash across his features before he covered it with a nervous laugh, eyes subtly shifting over to you as he replied. “..How 'bout a photo instead?” 

Things went on like that for the next few minutes. Someone would even take it a step further by flat out asking for his number, or if he was single. They already knew the answer to that, it was the same every time, yet they continuously tried their luck as if someday, through the power of delusion and manifestation, his answer would miraculously change despite you always attending his practices and his games, wearing his spare jersey, holding his hand, shoving your tongue down his throat, didn’t matter—Them hoes were relentless.

But, so were you. 

“Oh, Tooru!~ If you don’t wrap this up, you’ll be walking home!~” You sang, mirroring the tone of the girl from earlier. The semi-empty threat made the setter perk up like a hound, eyes wide as that same panic returned as well.

Although this time, he wasn’t so quick to play it off. 

“U-Uh,” he squeaked, then immediately covered by clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, well, it’s been great chatting with you all tonight. Thank you again for your love and support for the team, it's always appreciated. I hope you’ll continue to cheer us and myself oninthefuture—WAIT! [____]-chan! Don’t leave, y’know my poor legs won’t survive the walk back! Baby, c'mon, wait up!” 

Oikawa whined as he scrambled to catch up to your retreating form, no longer concerned with the crowd of disgruntled faces he left behind as they watched their object of affection slip away yet again. A small part of you wanted to turn back and stick your tongue out at them in petty victory, but you refrained. The sound of their great king pleading for your attention was satisfactory enough.

You barely made it outside before his long arms wrapped around your front, locking you to his chest as he leaned almost his entire weight on you. You could feel his heart thrumming against your head as he panted. Eventually, he huffed, no doubt pouting as he gently swayed you in his arms. “You’re mean.” 

Keeping your gaze forward, you frowned. “And I have the right to be. You said you’d tell some of those ‘fans’ of yours to chill out—it’s getting way out of hand, Tooru. That one girl practically flashed her damn tits at you, and you gawked like a virgin.” 

He chortled, incredulously, “I did not! She caught me off guard..!” 

“And yet, you rewarded her with a photo instead of calling out her inappropriate behavior. Make it make sense.” 

You attempted to shrug him off only for his hold to tighten, spinning you around to gaze at you with chocolate brown eyes resembling that of a puppy out in the rain—One of the unfair tactics of Tooru Oikawa to get back on your good side. You had full intent of ignoring him, standing your ground…but how could you possibly stay mad at that adorable face? 

Easy. By not looking directly at it. 

“Nuh uh. I don’t think so,” you gently pushed away the setter’s face, earning another whine in protest. “You’re not getting off the hook that easily. I’m really upset with you.” 

“Buh I dinit do anyfing,” he said through smooshed lips. 

“And that’s the problem. You need to set boundaries with them, Tooru. Things’ll only continue to get out of hand the longer you enable it. Next thing you know they’re clawing and biting at your flesh so they can take a piece of you home with them under their nails and in their teeth.”

Oikawa grimaced, leaning back. “Ew. Graphic. They’re fans, baby, not rabid animals. I think you may be exaggerating.”

You cocked a brow. “Am I now? Well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—

The team had never seen their captain move so fast in their entire season. This was the first time he’d just straight up avoided his entourage and head straight for the showers after practice, scurrying off like his ass was on fire. Questions would spark around the gym about this drastic shift in behavior.

“What’s his deal?” One player voiced. “Usually he sticks around at least another hour to entertain his cult.”

“Not sure. After our last game, he’s been skittish.” Another replied.

A third jumped in after taking a swig of his water. “Think it’s got something to do with that..thing we saw the other night?”

The small group thought back to when all of their phones went off at the same time, social medias in a frenzy about their very own star player. At first glance, they figured it was just highlights of their game, specifically highlighting Oikawa. But, upon further inspection…it was something else entirely.

'Tooru Oikawa. 6’3ft King of the Court, and also our hearts. Being notoriously known as the campus pretty boy, loved by many and envied by the rest, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to consider him the blueprint—The default setting of everyone’s wet dream. He’s a tall, talented, smooth-talker with playful eyes and a panty-dropping smile, a textbook definition of  ‘Prince Charming’. Everybody and they mama, daddy, even bald-headed granny would kill to jump this man’s bones. Many would see him as the romantic type, but there’s something more…unhinged hidden beneath the pretty-boy persona. After much debate, our beloved setter is to be dubbed a whole SWITCH, no nintendo. At first he’ll play the dominant role, but edge him long enough and you’ll bring the Great King to his knees, quivering, drooling, you name it. He’s shameless. 9.5/10 - half a point deducted for his inferiority/superiority complex. Get some therapy, babe. ♡’

They didn’t think much of it at the time, when it came to their attention whore of a captain, it wasn’t completely unexpected, especially if his groupies had anything to do with it. The players looked at one another, then back at the gaggle of hormones waiting for the brunette in question by the doors. It was unanimous.

“Yep.” “Uh-huh.”

The third player snorts. “‘bout time it sucked to be him for once.”

When Oikawa eventually exited the locker room, he did everything in his power to appear small, tip-toeing across the floor with his head down and shoulders hunched in crouching tiger-like fashion. He would’ve gotten away scott-free…if not for his petty teammates.

“See ya tomorrow, captain!”

It bounced off the gym walls, the setter grimacing as his devoted followers instantly looked in his direction, predatory gazes stunning him like a deer caught in headlights. Oikawa shot the players a nasty glare over his shoulder, flipping them off and continuing for the exit. He attempted to stiff-arm his way through the hoard, ducking and dodging their grabby hands and shutting down their…bolder advances.

“Tooru-chan!~ Let me show you what I’m capable of, I’ll have you begging in no time, just say the word!~”

“Unhinged men are so my type—Step on me, spit on me, call me names until I cry, I want it all!~”

“I bet it’s bubblegum pink, right? Does it curve to the left or right?”

Oikawa blanched. “Ladies, please, this is ridiculous! You all know I’m in a relationship with-”

“They don’t have to know.”

One had tried reaching out to touch him, but was quickly thwarted when the setter grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across—Too far. Everyone came to a hush at the sudden display, cowering slightly at the intensity that pooled in his eyes, dark and cold as he fixed the whole group with a stern expression. You were right (obviously). Things escalated the second they were given an inch, with complete disregard to his boundaries and what you meant to him.

These weren’t fans. Not real ones, at least.

Oikawa deeply exhaled through his nose, calming himself down to keep from saying something he’d regret. Releasing the girl’s wrist, the setter gently moved her out of his personal space, resadjusting his bag and sporting a rather disinterested expression.

“It appears you all have misunderstood your place. I’ll forgive that disgusting comment only once. But, if this obscene, rude, and down right shameful behavior continues, I’ll have no choice but to inform the coach of your harassment and have you banned from future practices and games. Do I make myself clear?”

When you arrived to pick up Oikawa per usual, you were surprised to see that he was already waiting for you, not a single group ie in sight.

Skeptical, you looked around as you approached him, thinking those buzzards were still in listening distance, just waiting to pounce. But, when all you’re welcomed with was a big hug and kiss, you relaxed. Oikawa pulled back and gave you a sheepish smile. He explained everything that had happened, rubbing his the back of his neck in embarrassment. When he finished, he looked down at you with those same puppy eyes he gave you the other day.

“Please don’t say I told you so?”

You cooed, reaching up to fiddle with his hair at his nape. He leaned into your touch, content. Until you said, “I told you so.”

He frowned. “You’re MEAN.”

Once IWAIZUMI learned it involved Oikawa in any way, that’s all he needed to know to have no interest in the list. Sort of like Sakusa, if the topic gets brought up, he finds himself tuning out. The last thing he needed was to get dragged into whatever mess his dumbass best friend got himself involved with. But, unfortunately for him, one doesn’t simply choose to be on the list…the list chooses you.

And one afternoon, the former ace was the unlucky winner.

‘Hajime Iwaizumi. 5’10ft hunk made of pure Husband Material. We’re talking the man who’ll open doors for you, pull out chairs, hold your bags without fuss, give you massages, cook you hearty meals, the whole nine yards. With that information in mind, you can’t tell me he’s not an absolute DOG in the bedroom. I’m talking about a man who’ll bully your insides, manhandle you and call you his “favorite cocksleave” or his “pretty little whore”. He’s the type to say the nastiest shit in your ear and tease you for the cute reactions you’d give him before shoving his tongue down your throat, while his dick kisses your appendix. Definitely a Hard Dom who only rewards good behavior, so if you plan to be a brat to this man—Good luck. But, as soon as he’s fucked that attitude outta you he’s back to being such a sweetheart! So so so attentive, so devoted, and will do anything for you. He’s God’s favorite. 1000000/10.’

“Oh? .. Hey, babe.” You said, curiously. Iwa grunted in response. “You know that list thingy Oikawa-?”

“Nope.” He easily answered, eyes focused ahead and he continued bench pressing the heavy bar.

You slap his chest. “You didn’t even let me finish!” He responded with a playful smirk, making you lightly slap him again.

Straddling his lap while he pumped iron was routine. It consisted of him doing what he does and you keeping him company, soaking up his presence until you inevitably left for your next lecture. Sometimes you kept count for him, other times you’d happily just be a distraction; today you did both.

“Haji,” you whined, wiggling a little. He ignored you on purpose, stubbornly refusing to indulge the topic. But that didn’t deter you from pestering him. “Ha-ji-me!”

“Ba-by-doll,” he echoed, grunting shortly after when he placed the heavy weight back on the rack, finished with the set. Panting, he sat up and readjusted you in his lap, hands resting on your thighs as he finally looked at you, amused at your scowl. “I don’t get why you’re so interested in that shitty list.”

“I’m not…until now.”

“Why?”

Turning your phone screen to show him the updated post, Iwa’s eyes scanned it before his brows furrowed in confusion, then tightened with irritation, jaw clenched and annoyance clear on his face. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes to unsee it and merely laying back down on the bench. “Block them.”

You gaped. “What? No way!”

“It’s nothing but perverts with too much time on their hands,” he grunted, lifting up the bar and beginning his set. “It’ll rot your brain. Or what’s left of it, anyways.”

With a dramatic gasp, you retorted with, “Jerk. I’ll retweet and tell them you also love sucking on toes, how ‘bout that?”

Iwa paused mid-push. He eyed you from his laying position, voice dangerously low as he said, “Try it and I’ll bench press you next.”

“Hm.”

Through squinted eyes, MATTSUN briefly scanned the bright screen of Maki’s phone displaying the updated post that started circulating around their group for the past few minutes. Without much reaction, one would think he was too buzzed to be able to even comprehend it.

But he understood all too well.

‘Issei Matsukawa. 6’2ft lazy ass with a third leg. Doesn’t matter if he looks like he uses 5-and-1 body wash, he smells DELECTABLE. And don’t get me started on the gray, low-hanging joggers he usually wears around campus—He needs to be arrested walking around with a concealed weapon in those sweats—sir, put it in me AWAY. The literal embodiment of “If it slaps his thigh when he walk, I’ll listen when he talk.” The ultimate brat-tamer tbh. You can’t get under his skin, he’s so nonchalant and laid back, your attitude would just be foreplay for him (HIS FREAKY ASS). And if you think he’s already big on soft??? Bitch. Gon head and call outta work for tomorrow. 50/10.’

“Uh..congrats?” Kindaichi gave an awkward thumbs up.

Maki snickered, tongue in cheek. “Yeah, man, how’s it feel being ‘dick of the week’? They’re even givin’ it nicknames ‘nd shit.” He scrolled further into the depths of debauchery. Peering from over his shoulder to see for himself, Kunimi‘s face scrunched in mild disgust.

“Someone called it ‘The Door-Knocker’? Fucking cringe.”

“Fucking retweet.” The strawberry blonde hummed in approval. “Oo, I like this one—‘The Punisher’. That’s badass.”

Yahaba snickered only to then start choking on his drink, snatching Kyotani by the front of his shirt for support as he hacked for air. The wing-spiker merely glared, winding his hand back to beat the shit out of his back. “Ack! Kyo—fuc-! BRO STOP.”

“I’m helping.”

“You’re killing me!”

“Same thing,” he grunted.

Mattsun snorted, taking another swig of beer. After skimming through the thread, he lowly drawled out, “Cool, I guess. No big deal.”

He didn’t know much about the list, only that if you ended up on it you were pretty much an ace in the game of dick-slanging. But, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet telling him that he fucks. He had you to attest to all that, and your opinion was the only one that truly mattered. Not that either of you would kiss and tell.

His friends, on the other hand, felt otherwise. As far as they were concerned, Mattsun was a single man. And right now, he was shitting on a blessing sent from the gods. Maki halted his sip to eye his best friend, beer can lowering suspiciously. “No big deal?”

Mattsun shrugged. “t’s what I said.”

Yahaba finally caught his breath, chiming in with a winded, “Yeah right…you’re probably itching to check your DMs. Tell me ‘m wrong.”

“Ok. You’re wrong,” he replied, chugging the remainder of his beer can before crushing it. Yahaba went to argue, but Mattsun cut him off by speaking through a burp. “Don’t got the energy…to entertain someone who just wants my dick.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘Door-knocker’?” Kunimi teased.

“I thought it was ‘The Punisher’..?” Watari asked, uncertain.

“I saw ‘Horse Cock’ on there.” Kindaichi grimaced.

Mattsun shook his head. “Whatever. Point is, ‘m not interested in racking up my body count anytime soon, so those DMs will just go unanswered. Hell, maybe even deleted.”

“Bullshit,” Maki challenged. He points an accusing finger. “There’s another reason. It’s ‘cause you’re already screwing around with someone, aren’t ya?”

A silence fell upon the group, all eyes instantly honing in on the taller male with metaphorical ears raised high in scandalized curiosity, some (read: Kindaichi and Yahaba) more obvious about it than others. Mattsun merely gave a halfhearted shrug, neither denying nor confirming the information. “Aha! See, see, look at ‘em, dodging the question! He’s so cuffed.”

“No shot,” Yahaba deadpanned, “mister ‘Noncommittal’ himself?”

Mattsun glared. “Oi. I commit to stuff.”

“He’s gettin’ defensive.” Kunimi pointed out with a wry grin.

“Must be true, then.” Kyotani nodded, mischievous glint in his eye.

The others hummed in agreement, theorizing about his type in partners and how there could be a potential special someone in their senior’s life, while the bastard behind it all watched smugly on the couch, sipping his drink like a gossiping old biddy. Mattsun squinted in annoyance at his best friend. “Et tu, dumbass?”

Maki raised his hands, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. You basically told on yourself. No guy in their right mind would ever pass up on that many opportunities unless he’s A) Stupid, B) Aro/Ace, or C) Spoken for. Now, my vote’s between A and C, but feel free to update me on your sexual orientation.”

Mattsun flipped him off, sporting a sarcastic expression.

His phone then began to vibrate on the table. As quickly as they looked at the former middle blocker, everyone’s gaze shot toward the offending device, then back on him; expectantly. Despite his calm exterior the brunette felt his heart-rate spike, brow twitching at the childish looks and jeers he started getting, borderline peer-pressuring him to pick it up.

After a few seconds of continuous ringing, Kunimi huffed in mild annoyance for him to, “Answer it, already.”

Maki added fuel to fire by saying, “Unless you want one of us to answer for you-” Mattsun snatched the phone off the table.

With the grace of a gorilla, he stood from the couch and quickly shuffled to the corner of the room. Answering it, he cleared his throat, face flushing at the chorus of snickers coming from behind him as he greeted you with a simple, but elated, “Hey.”

“Hey, ‘sei!”

“Hey,” he said again, breathing out a small chuckle. “Can’t sleep?”

You responded with your own chuckle. “Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you’d wanna maybe…ride around with me? I’m thinking McDonald’s. Oo! Or that wing place by campus, y’know, the one with the teriyaki flavor you liked? I think they don’t close until, like, 2am. Or…was it 1am?”

Mattsun snorted at your rambles, leaning against the wall as he let you continue. Unbeknownst to him, the guys were practically stacked on top of each other, stretching their ears to hear your voice. From what they could pick up, you sounded so upbeat, animated as you spoke. They watched in awe as their senior barely spoke but was engaged in whatever you were saying, nodding along and humming to let you know he was still listening. If he wasn’t faced the other way, they were certain they’d see a smitten expression on his face.

“Mhm.. mhm. Yeah, ‘m sure that squirrel really appreciated you sharing your almonds, baby.”

“BABY???” The group exclaimed.

The brunette jumped slightly, completely forgetting where he was for a moment there. He briefly looked over his shoulder before turning back towards the wall with a groan—Every single one of those bastards were either grinning or gaping in shock. Mattsun cursed under his breath. You made a noise of confusion.

“Are you with the guys? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! We can totally chill another night if you-”

“Nah, was just about to leave. Think I’ve entertained these assholes long enough.” He grumbled, walking over to grab his jacket, but not before thumping Maki on the head; the latter hissed through his teeth in pain as he held the throbbing spot. “Rather be with you anyways. I’ll send the address, lemme know when you’re outside.”

“O-Oh, okay then!” You giggled, flattered. “I’ll see you soon. Love you!”

He turned back to look at the group, smug as they still watched him with disbelief painted on their faces as Mr. Non-committal was ditching them to hang with his commitment. Like he tried to tell them before, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet. He had you, and that’s more than enough.

“Love you too, [_____].” Then, he walks out. Leaving the room in even more chaos compared to when he first answered the phone, immediately on his ass as the scrambled after him for answers.

“[______]?????”

Who would’ve guessed their sweet, beloved volleyball manager from high school was the one getting visits from “The Punisher”.

Within his inner circle, MAKI is usually overlooked. He’s not popular like Oikawa, nor jacked like Iwa, and he’s doesn’t have the whole ‘sexy aloof’ vibe like Mattsun. He’s just…tall. And funny—The ‘Pete Davidson’ of the group. At least, that’s what your friends called him. Somehow, once again during your outing with them at the mall the topic of your relationship became the focal point of the conversation, stretching their brains for why you were so enamored with a guy like him.

“He gotta be packin’. Like, I’m talking anaconda.”

“Type shit. Y’know what they say about them tall and skinny ones.”

You rolled your eyes, wry smirk spreading across your face as you busied yourself sifting through a clothes rack. The conspiratorial discussion had been going on for the past ten minutes, throwing anything and everything at the wall until something stuck—Meaning, waiting for you to confirm. “[_____]. Be honest. It’s ‘cause of his dick, right?”

A lady standing on the other side of the rack gasped in shock, face twisting up in revulsion as she clutched her purse before stomping away, scandalized. You snorted, peeking over your shoulder to raise an eyebrow at them while they struggled to suppress their childish merriment at the poor woman’s embarrassment.

“Quit it before they kick us out.” You attempted to sound stern, but there was no hiding your own amusement. One friend playfully nudged you while the other began to snicker. “And no, it’s not because of that. It’s a bonus, though.”

The first gasped, then exclaimed, “So it is big!”

“’m not finna start with you,” you replied looking back at the clothes, pretending not to know them as nearby customers gave the side-eye. Neither one paid any mind as they continued to gossip. “We have this conversation every time we go out. Give it a rest.”

“Not until you tell us what you see in him.”

“I mean, I get it, but then I look at his friends and…” she hissed through her teeth, shaking her head. “I’m just saying. You fumbled.”

“I’m not taking that from someone who slept with a door dasher just because they got the restaurant to put extra sauce in your bag.”

The guilty party gaped, “It wasn’t included in their instructions, they were a real one for that!”

“Still don’t know why you did it,” the other friend sighed. “The food was cold, and I’m certain they took some of my fries.”

“Shut up, we’re not talking about my poor life choices, we’re talking about [_____]’s.”

“Fuck you,” you laughed. “You two need to get off my man. You haven’t even properly met him yet. He’s a sweetheart, he treats me like royalty, and I don’t care what y’all say, that man is fine.”

“Please. You’re just dickmatized.”

“Enough about his dick already!”

Your outburst drew the attention of a nearby employee; the store manager. Even though she wore a professional smile, you could see death in her eyes. With a nervous smile, you gave an apologetic wave before quickly grabbing your friends by their arms and escorting yourselves out before you got banned. Your closet was getting full, anyways.

“Look…I know the guys I’ve dated in the past were…questionable. But, I really like this one. And I swear the pictures I showed you don’t do him justice, his goofy ass just never sits still.”

They looked skeptical, having heard that one before. You huffed.

“Alright. How about I invite him over tonight? That way you have a chance to get to know him better. And if you’re still iffy, then…then you’ll have to get over it because you love me dearly and want me to be happy and just because you don’t think he’s attractive doesn’t mean I don’t, he is very gorgeous to me-!”

“[_____], honey, breathe.”

You stopped to inhale, then concluded with a small, “Please?”

They exchanged another look of skepticism, until the second added one condition. “He better not show up empty-handed.”

—

When the doorbell rang, the mood instantly shifted in the room, your friends going silent and gazes sharp as they looked at your door. Unbeknownst to all of you, on the other side of the door, Maki shivered, confused where that sudden chill came from. You gave them an eager, though strained, smile before scampering over to greet your awaiting guest. Upon opening the door, your smile slowly dropped at the sight of Maki sipping out of a large styrofoam cup with the words 'Big Gulp' written on it, dressed casually in sweats and a beanie, appearing very empty-handed.

After he swallowed, he gave a drawled, "Yo."

Your eye twitched. "Takehiro." He hummed, taking another sip of his drink. "Remember that important thing we discussed over the phone? Literally the only thing I asked you not to be when you got here?"

He thought about it, taking note of the daggers you were shooting at his cup. Maki made a noise of realization. "Oh, right. I bought snacks too, buuut I accidentally ate ‘em all on the way. My bad. But, look," he shook the cup, "technically still not empty-handed."

A small part of you wanted to be mad, frustrated at the least...but there was no hiding the giggle you rewarded him with, of which turned into more giggles. With sigh, you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his middle in a hug. "You’re so dumb."

"Missed you, too." He playfully rolled his eyes, returning the hug and craning his neck to kiss your forehead. The two of you stood there for a moment, just basking in each other's warmth. But, the moment was short-lived when he gave a long, exaggerated exhale through his nose before murmuring, "Ready?"

"...No." You groaned.

"Damn, do they bite or something?"

"No, they’re just...unfiltered. I love them, don't get me wrong, but they can work on your nerves to an olympic degree. You'll see once we get inside...They're gonna ask about your dick, by the way. Just ignore it."

Maki snorted, bewildered. "I'll try my best."

"Also...try not to mention that...other thing."

"What other thing?"

"You know," you raised your brows, looking over your shoulder in case they were eavesdropping before softly continuing, "that post."

It took a second, but he eventually caught on to what you meant.

‘Takehiro Hanamaki. 6’0ft shameless manslut (affectionately) who’s taken the campus by storm with his rather...interesting side hobby that pretty much has every student reaching for their wallets and switching to incognito mode on their browsers. Who would’ve guessed that lanky, low-eyed beanpole had the talent to film such erotic content and put a whole industry to shame with just his smartphone and a couple LED lights? After getting past the paywall and binging his videos (for research) it’s safe to say this man is very much a power bottom, maybe even a top depending on his mood, with a fowl mouth that’s not afraid to moan like a porn star. Best $200 I’ve ever spent (FOR RESEARCH). Highly recommend if you’re interested in having the best guided orgasm of your life—Link is in the thread! Get that bag, king. 10/10.’

A shit-eating grin stretched across his face instantly. He bounced his eyebrows, leaning down to teasingly say, "Ohh. That post. What? Don't want 'em to know how I make my living? Or, you scared they'll find out you're my number one supporter, always touching themselves just behind the camera-"

"Hiro!" You hissed, face set ablaze as you looked over your shoulder again, anxious. He found your reaction cute, using the straw in his cup to poke your cheek. You huffed at him. "I don't want them to pry. I doubt they've seen it since they go to a different uni, and I'd like to keep it that way. Okay?"

He easily shrugged. “You’re the boss.”

You exhaled, relieved. “Thank you.” You turned to head back inside, knowing your friends were just itching to bombard Maki, however you were stopped when he grabbed your arm.

“But.”

“…But?”

“I’ll let the dick-related questions slide and keep my side hustle under wraps, but you have to do something for me in exchange for my good behavior.”

You tilted your head, nervous. “Like what?”

His grinned mischievously, eyes half-mast as he used his free hand to hold your jaw, making you gasp softly when he tilted your head back. “Instead of being behind the camera in my next video…my number one supporter has to be the star.”

You rapidly blinked, heat traveling throughout your body once you registered his words. Fumbling over your own, you didn’t have time to protest when the door behind you opens wide, revealing your impatient friends. Maki let go of your jaw and settled for wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he waved at them with the hand that still had the large cup in it.

“‘sup.” He flashed them a sly grin. Maki took in their shocked faces, hoping they were a good sign as he introduced himself. “[_____]’s told me a lot about you guys. Hope you didn’t mind me crashing your get together.”

They absolutely did not mind.

You weren’t lying—Those pictures you showed did him dirty. Nothing could’ve prepared them for the uno reverse that was Takehiro Hanamaki. From his lax posture and cozy demeanor, sleepers build and cute smile, it’s no wonder you were drawn to him. Plus he’s funny with a big dick (allegedly)?????

After you composed yourself, still reeling from your conversation earlier, you eventually mustered up a triumphant smile at your friends as they gaped up at Maki, speechless. “So? You guys still think I fumbled?”

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[slut4sugu]

just thinking about tattoo artist!katsuki and piercer!kiri w black!fem reader <33

ʚ ❀ ɞ pt.1 . pt.2

✰ tatto artist!katsuki who was finishing up on his break behind the front desk on his phone, when he saw you walk in, the pretty black girl who was gonna take up the rest of his day for a rose tattoo n your upper thigh. “You the 4 o’clock girl?” He asked gruffly, which then led piercer!kiri to come in and scold him. “What he means is, you booked for a thigh tattoo at 4 correct?” You didn’t even have enough time to react to the hot blond behind the front desk who looked like the “fuck around and find out type.” let alone his cute co worker, yet you shyly nodded. “Yeah that’s me, I hope it wasn’t too much trouble for me to come.”

✰ piecer!kiri quickly reassures you returning your smile, “no not at all! Right katsuki?” Who stayed silent before getting up, revealing a tattoo sleeve. Which you were too busy staring at to even noticed the split second shared look between the two. ‘Behave, she’s cute’ ‘shut up you think I can’t see that’ Katsuki then headed to his part of the shop walking away saying, “Won’t be trouble long as she’s not squirmy.”

“He’s just a bit grumpy, he doesn’t bite i promise I’ll be here so don’t worry. Names kiri, don’t forget it okay cutie?” The redhead says reassuringly, his wink causing a swarm of butterflies to form in your stomach for a few seconds. If you weren’t certain on what your type was then you definitely were sure now, his flirty and friendly yet dominating personality was doing it for you. 6’3, and cute? You were definitely coming back here again. Not to mention his piercing placement was just cruel. You could tell he had nipple piercing due to the tight fit black compression tee he wore, you wondered for a second what other ones he might have before recollecting yourself. “I-I won’t, and thank you.” You flashed him one for kind smile before walking over past the front desk to the tattoo part of the shop.

Not knowing on your way there kiri was checking out your hips n ass as you walked away, and the faint smell of your strawberry perfume. Though you must’ve been mistaken, you thought you heard a hushed “damn.” As you made your way over to katsuki.

✰ once situated you told katsuki how high you wanted the tattoo he began to work on you. You were scrolling your phone for a little bit before your mind started to wander, you looked down at the blondes face for a few seconds admiring his pretty features dispute the scowl he would constantly have plastered on his face. “See something you like tiny?” He didn’t even look up at you, just smirked ever so slightly making you quickly look away in embarrassment, erking a chuckle out of katsuki.

✰ after 30 minutes of silence he asked you a question, “why would a girl like you want to get such a big tattoo, on ya thigh of all places?” You made a face at him, “the hell you mean a girl like you?” He briefly laughed before clarifying, “exactly what I said, you seem like a good girl so why the tattoo?” Looking up at you from his position, his eyes inquiring yet sharp. You again felt those butterflies as you did before with kiri, before going on to explain how your grandmother had a deep love for flowers but roses were her favorites and when she passed away you wanted to get a tattoo in remembrance of her. While sharing your story behind the tattoo, katsuki began to silently check you out. Your freshly done pink French tips, your pretty brown eyes seemingly shining like stars whenever your gaze met his, and your smile god your smile was adorable.

he was quiet for a moment before saying, “sweet, then speak up and tell me if you want sum changed aight tiny?” You were going to retort back with a petty quip but something told you don’t. Was it the way his voice softened? How you thought you felt a comforting circling of his thumb on your thigh? Or how he looked at you when he said it? You didn’t know but instead you shyly nodded in hummed in response,“ thank you for taking me as a client, I know this is taking a while especially since it’s a big tattoo.”

“Mhm, sure is tiny. be lucky that yer cute.”

“wait what-”

“I didn’t stutter.”

(lmk if y’all want a pt.2 !)

[norris55s]

the summer i turned pretty - charles leclerc & arthur leclerc

a reader x charles leclerc & arthur leclerc love triangle, pt. 2

pt. 1

warnings: none other than angst?

a/n: a million years later here is part 2 but it’s not over ladies and gentlemen! i hope it doesn’t suck lol. part 3 will come. also i’ve now added charlotte siné as the fc for practical purposes!

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Day 4

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As I opened the door, terrified at who I was going to see behind it, I met Charles’ bloodshot eyes staring daggers into mine.

“Y/N, let’s talk, please. I screwed up, but let me explain,” he quickly said before I could even mutter a word.

I was still as speechless as I had been last night. Without a word, I moved aside to let him in my room, but he shook his head and insisted on talking to me at the beach. I just obliged, trying my best to be quiet around the house so as to not wake anyone up.

As soon as we arrived on the shore, Charles invited me to sit down and I once again just obliged. My heart was pounding on my ears and I felt like it would jump out of my body at any second.

“I feel like I should start at the beginning,” Charles said, while I looked to the sea instead of looking at him.

“I’ve always loved you. There has always been something about you that comforts me and makes me happy. I just didn’t realize how deep it went until last summer, when I realized that you kissing Antoine ruined the entire season for me.”

I tried to recall any reaction from Charles when I hooked up with Antoine last year that could’ve been a sign, but I found nothing in my memories. I was too busy sulking over the fact that he didn’t and would never like me, but I had been proved wrong 365 days later. The words were in my head but they didn’t make sense. Why would Charles Leclerc like me, much less love me?

“I’ve tried to avoid it, I’ve tried to think nothing of it, I’ve tried to deny it and it’s been no use.”

The irony of me doing the same thing for years was not lost on me. How I have pined for years not realizing he spent some of that time feeling the same way was borderline funny.

“Will you please look at me?” Charles asked with a hint of desperation in his voice, making it impossible for me to deny his request even if I knew any resolve or strength I had left in me would evaporate the minute my eyes met his.

The butterflies in my stomach felt like a swarm of wasps, and I’m sure the blush in my face evidenced it. Charles’ green eyes, the object of all my hidden wishes for as long as I could recall, stared into mine looking to decipher my emotions.

I wished I could say he found nothing but love, but in between all those beautiful feelings of loving and being loved in return, I could still sense a wretched feeling of disappointment.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?” a stronger voice than expected called him out. All this time he had to know I felt the same way, but he let me believe there wasn’t a chance in hell he could care about me beyond a friendship.

“It took me too long to even understand it. Even then, I couldn’t justify changing your life on a crush, or hurt you and ruin it all. I still don’t know if I can justify it, but I know I can’t stand it anymore. I love you and I’m done pretending I don’t, or that you don’t love me too.”

When I searched into his eyes, all I could find was sincerity. And it was enough for me to jump into the deep end, leaning closer to him in hopes he would initiate the kiss I’ve desperately wanted for far too much time.

He granted my wishes, placing both of his hands on my neck to connect our lips. It was just like I imagined it.

Soft, passionate, unrushed, warm. I felt the fireworks that everyone speaks of go off in my head, and I just knew Charles felt them too.

As we pulled away to breathe, struggling to even think of ever separating me from him ever again, Charles smiled brightly.

“Can you say you love me too, mon cœur?” he asked so prettily I could coo at him.

“I love you, Charles Leclerc,” I obliged, because how could I say no to him?

“And I love you, Y/N L/N,” he replied, smiling even bigger, and kissing me even better.

Our bubble of a newfound love lasted a while, but was eventually meant to break when I received a text from Arthur.

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The conversation about Arthur with Charles wasn’t the hard part at all. The older brother brushed the kiss off as a drunken mistake, and was a little too confident on who my choice would be.

The conversation about Charles with Arthur would be the hard part, and I didn’t even have time to settle down in my bed after the rollercoaster of emotions I had just gone through when Arthur barged in.

He looked happy to see me, and it broke my heart.

In trying to find the words to say I couldn’t be with him, and before I could mutter them, he hugged me.

“I’ve been trying to find you all this time, where have you been chérie?” Arthur smiled, but it quickly faded once he realized my energy wasn’t the same.

“Arthur…”

“Chérie, don’t say it was a mistake because you know it wasn’t. Fuck my brother, you know that this is right.”

“I’m so sorry…” I began and pushed back further away from him, as if my next words would hurt him any less because of it. “Charles and I spoke, and we have realized our feelings for each other…” I looked down, cowardly, unable to face his reaction. “You know I’ve loved him forever and I am just so sorry for leading you on.”

Like it always happened between us, I didn’t have to look at him, and he didn’t have to say anything. I just knew that we were done.

He stormed out of the room.

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[austinbutlerslovers]

Feyd Fantasy Part 5

Label Mature 18+

Endless Empire

Summary

Feyd Rautha becomes the Baron of Giedi prime and inherits all the responsibilities it entails.

The former Baron Vladimir on his deathbed was enraged at how well you corrupted his nephew. Implanting Feyd with the idea to kill his own uncle in order to ascend as Baron ahead of his time, (keeping you together). His nephews love and obsession for you disgusted him. But he still wanted his favorite prodigy to succeed... just without your interference.

He laid a treacherous plot to separate you from Feyd forever.

Starts off Dominating sex Ends with Passionate love making

⚠️ Hard Core Smut ⚠️

edging •missionary• rough sex •hip pinning•oral sex while distracted• fingering • orgasm denial• sex against a head board•multiple cream pies•multiple orgasms

Part 1 • Part 2 •Part 3 • Part 4•Part 5•Part 6 •Part 7

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⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️

💝Not for my softies (mentions of violence)

Inspo: ⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️ -Feyd initiating oral while you are distracted -Feyd denying you an orgasm -Feyd restraining himself to be gentle -Feyd addicted to you -Feyd making love to you

(Requests sorted through the final 3 fics if you don’t see yours here)

Endless Empire

The populace of the planet Giedi Prime swarm the capitol in preparation for the coronation of their new Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. The military is in full force on display in the streets. All of the banners of Vladimir Harkonnen are clipped as Banners of Feyd Rautha unfurl across the globe.

Feyd refuses to change quarters to his departed uncles until it has been completely decontaminated and scoured. He wanted to take his fire torch and expedite the process by burning everything inside to a black char but was talked out of it by several advisors who mention structural integrity and fire damage.

He settles for having it stripped of every single thing inside. He wants it bare, then he will consider it. For now guards stand watch night and day at his door and in his courtyard without concern for his privacy due to the easier access of his quarters from an intruder.

During the stillness of the night he climbs on top of you. There is a brief moment were you gaze into each other's eyes and you call him by his new title “Baron Feyd Rautha” you say seductively. He smiles at you, his already hard cock swells with pride and he lunges his mouth for your neck. He eagerly licks a stripe from your collar bone to your jaw “My Baroness “ he says in return before passionately kissing you.

He teases your pussy lifting his hips and slowly rubbing his hard shaft up and down through your folds. He places kisses along your face and neck until you begin panting for him getting increasingly aroused from the stimulation. Once you are wet he lines himself with you and thrusts into your core.

You gasp as he slowly pushes his thick cock in and out of your tight soaked entrance. His passionate thrusts make you cling to his shoulders. He groans feeling the way his cock is sucked in by your needy walls. He restrains himself back to remain gentle.

You whine, you want him rough, tonight he is the Baron of Giedi Prime and you know what he likes, he wants to dominate and fuck you ruthlessly.

You slide your hands down his strong muscular shoulders to his pale lower back. You force him deeper inside of you.

His jaw slacks as he stretches you open fully to fit his cock. He locks eyes with you thrilled by your eagerness and increases his pace until his hips are rhythmically smacking against yours. He makes your walls pulse at every deep thrust of his cock.

You begin whimpering underneath him as you try to remain strong in the face of his rough plows. But he enjoys watching you fall apart. The way your face is a mix of pleasure and pain as he breaks you, unable to withstand his power.

Your moans get even louder when he’s rough and it excites him to dominate you.

His eyes are wild as he brings his hands to your hips pinning you to the bed for better leverage. He begins snapping his hips between your legs until his entire body tenses as he slams his cock into you. He pounds into you so fast and hard your mind fails to comprehend as you dig your nails into his back. “Feyd..I’m going to cum!” you cry out. You begin high pitched moaning as your abs flex hard and your core tightens ready to snap.

“Cum on my cock” he commands and presses his hand on your abdomen. He feels the size of himself sliding in and out of you and begins grunting as if he’s possessed. He wants to cum.

“That’s it Baroness …milk …my cock” he rasps feeling you fall apart beneath him. You moan his name as you orgasm and he strains as your walls tighten and expand rhythmically, trying to drain him of his seed.

He clenches his jaw tight as he cums hard. His silver ropes of cum paint your inner walls. He holds your waist and forces you onto his cock several times as he drains every drop of semen. He release his strong grip when he is empty. You both pant heavily for several seconds as you come down.

He pulls his hips back until his heavy cock slips out of you. He lays beside you and pulls you to rest your head on his shoulder. As you lay your arm across his chest you stroke behind his ear and down his neck until you both drift off to sleep.

The Decree

It is the day before the coronation. Feyd is already scheduled with several tasks in the morning. First a meeting with his advisors and governors of Giedi Prime on an important decree. Then his final fitting for his ascension garments followed by a run through of the ceremony taking place in the fortress courtyard.

He will also fit in meals and a fighting session with his sparring partner Ghul. Feeling the pressure stacking he needs to let out his aggression but you had forbidden him from fighting and killing gladiator slaves in his courtyard for stress relief.

Feyd is already up and dressed for his meeting. He watches you sleep as he fastens his Baron medallion to his regal garments and slides on his signet pinky ring. He is aching for you and squeezes your hip but you remain sleeping. He pulls the sheet higher on your shoulder caressing his thumb to your jaw before he leaves you to rest.

He heads directly to the meeting hall for his first appointment as Baron. The guards open the black inscribed doors for him. His twelve advisors and several reigning governors from each planetary district of Giedi Prime are in attendance. The table,seating fifty, is completely full. Conversations stop when he enters. They all look at him, immediately standing to bow in reverence.

Feyd takes his place standing at the head of the meeting hall table and they all sit following his lead. Apprehensive murmurs seep around the table before the Lord in Waiting stands up to make a statement. They fall silent.

“Baron Feyd Rautha, I have in my hands a decree from your Uncle Vladimir which was written on his death bed on his last ruling day as Baron.” He retrieves the official metal cylinder with the laser etched words and begins to read.

“Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, you will rule Giedi Prime as Baron. Your current marriage will be annulled. You are set to be married to Princess Irunlan, daughter of the Emperor Shaddam IV.”

The Lord in waiting pauses, letting the late Baron's words sink in to Feyd’s ears. He knows it is a heavy blow.

“My dying decree is a solution which guarantees that you are to be made Emperor without interference.” Once the Lord in waiting finishes reading the decree he places the cylinder in a nesting dock on the table making the etched letters project above the table for all to see.

Feyd quickly rises up from his chair unable to withstand what he’s hearing. He tries to disguise the rage boiling inside of him. The governors and advisors begin to murmur already sensing their new Baron is displeased.

Feyd holds the back of his chair, eyes burning with contempt. His uncle even from beyond the grave has fucked him over. He steals back from the table pacing waiting for a thought to form.

“Has the princess agreed to this?” Feyd asks cautiously.

The Lord in Waiting checks the correspondences to be certain. “Not directly but her father the Emperor has answered your Uncle's request. Emperor Shaddam IV has sent a formal message in return. He would like to set up a meeting for you and Princess Irulan to get acquainted and begin a courtship. The Emperor is more than willing to forgo the traditional courting protocol if you wish to skip directly to the marriage proposal instead m’Lord.”

A stillness fills the room. With no answer from Feyd the The Lord in waiting continues.

“Emperor Shaddam IV has heard the praises from Count Fenring of your accomplishments in the gladiatorial arena. He will give you his daughter’s hand without question. Shall I respond and set up the arrangements for your interplanetary travel to Kaiaten to meet the Princess? This could be arranged after your coronation as the New Baron of Giedi Prime m’Lord the timing would be immaculate.” The Lord in waiting awaits Feyds response.

Feyds rage calms realizing it is still in the initial meeting phase and no binding contracts have been made. He needs to make an impression on his new advisors and governors as Baron to change their minds on the decision.

“Have each of you signed off on this?” He asks his twelve advisors. They all nod in agreement, beginning to murmur with each other. The Lord in Waiting speaks for all of them. “This is the decision made by your uncle to ensure your empire m’Lord . The Baron - - -“

Feyd cuts him off

“Vladimir Harkonnen is dead” he says coldly.

The room falls silent. Feyd begins to walk the length of the table peering over at each member in attendance, judging them before he continues.

“The Emperor knows what I know and what everyone in this room knows. I am his only choice of ascendant. Just as I have been ascended to the throne by my uncle Vladimir, I will ascend the throne as Emperor.” He stops his pace at the Lord in Waiting who is standing at the foot of the table.

Feyd turns to speak to all of them. “The Harkonnen house is the strongest of all the houses. We are the richest of all houses. We are the farthest reaching with the largest army. Do you think any of that will change based on who I chose to marry?” He reaches past the Lord in waiting and slips the cylinder from its nesting dock. The Lord in waiting does not dare stop him.

Feyd glances it over, seeing his uncle's signet and smirks. “What my uncle failed to realize is that Princess Irulan has her own set of interests in mind. Do you think she cares for the Inhabitants of Geidi Prime? No. Her eyes are filled with blue, filled with the urge to exploit our most coveted resource. The spice of Arrakis.”

The advisors slowly nod in agreement.

“Why do you think the Emperor is so hasty to have me join his daughter? Maybe it is because we slaughtered an entire planet for him. Emperor Shaddam permitted us to wipe out our only leading rivals, the Atreides. All because Duke Leto was gaining too much power and defied him,” he smiles sinisterly.

“My uncle told me it was ordered to him directly by the Emperor to wipe out House Atreides. The decision was made so swiftly, that hundreds of thousands were slaughtered mercilessly as our armies reined down on them that fateful day”

The advisors and governors beam with pride, reminiscing the day they annihilated their most hated and long standing enemy.

Feyd smirks to himself again before continuing. He holds up the decree swishing it through the air as he speaks. “We have the hidden advantage of spilling our little secret, that Emperor ordered a genocide, any time we wish. In front of a tribunal of the Great Houses he will be exiled as a war criminal, and it was all orchestrated under my Uncle's reign. As your new Baron unattached to these ‘horrible atrocities’ we will remain unscathed and continue our exploits in this endless empire.” He says with a grin.

The governors and advisors are mystified at the way Feyd Rauthas mind calculated such an advantage so quickly.

He turns, pointing the cylinder at the Lord in waiting. “My interests are for Giedi Prime and my wife carrying the future Harkonnen heir. I ascend with my Harkonnen Baroness.”

The men nod in agreement and begin to clap before standing with a round of applause. Feyds rationale making them realize they hold power almost on par with the Emperor. As for their new Baron it is better he rule with a female under his control who knows the Harkonnen ways. Princess Irulan is an independent female free from male domination. She will combat his leadership and challenge his heritage at every instance in order to raid their resources.

“Have this destroyed” Feyd says as he slaps the metal cylinder decree into the Lord in Waiting’s palm. “Are there any other matters of importance you need to address with me?” Feyd asks, the Lord with a cold stare.

The Lord in Waiting studies Feyds menacing demeanor. He knows he will be a resolute Baron both cunning and ruthless. He decides to immediately pledge his loyalty to Feyd. “That ends the meeting m’Lord,” he bows his head gracefully. Feyd raises his hand in the air dismissing all in attendance and continues the rest of the day completing his other responsibilities as Baron.

Role of a Female

When Feyd returns to you in his chamber for the evening he feels accomplished. He secured you as his reigning Baroness. You lock eyes with him and he smiles at you before continuing on his path.

He strips naked out of his fighting gear, just having completed his sparring with Ghul. He heads straight into the decontamination chamber. Though sparring doesn’t compare with empaling his sword through the throat of a gladiator slave, he made it work just to appease you. Once he emerges from the decontamination chamber, he cleanses his mouth.

He has an enormous day tomorrow for his coronation and finally crawls into bed naked. You are resting against the headboard, reading “The Ancient Ways of Giedi Prime.” deeply invested in a chapter about the subservient roles of females on his planet. He gently pulls the sheets from your lap without you taking much notice.

Once he grabs ahold of your thighs spreading and resting between them you tip your book down and look at him. He tips the book back up into your hands. “Read it to me” he says sensually. You smile and begin to read aloud, “Though females have their place in the Giedi Prime hierarchy, it is to a lesser role and nearly on par with a servant… “ Feyd pulls your hips down, angling them towards his face. Distracted, you lose your place in the book.

He parts open your robe gaining direct access to your exposed pussy. “Keep reading,” his words fan against your folds as he spreads them open with his fingers.

Your heart rate increases with anticipation as you continue “ The main purpose of a Giedi Prime female is for personal pleasure and child bearing for the male… …-who controls her.”

You let out a moan and close your eyes as his warm wet tongue softly probes your entrance.

You are trembling with pleasure as he sucks onto your folds. You try to read one more sentence for him before going weak. “A Giedi …-Prime female will ..-never -..hold a ..position of power over a male …in ..-any way.” You let out a moan as he pushes his fingers into you thrusting them in and out. You put the book down already wet and aroused.

Your eyes close tighter at the added feeling of his tongue brushing against your clit with his fingers plunging in. He begins lapping up the arousal releasing from your folds for him.

His cock is throbbing, aching to come into you.

He climbs up and slowly kisses your mouth. When you taste yourself on his tongue you whimper and hold the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

He grows weak from your soft lips overtaking his and recalls what you read to him in that moment. He would gladly let you hold power over him. He has fallen madly for you. The three forgotten words he is meant to say elude him.

With your back pressed to the head board he lifts your legs one at a time around his waist so you are sitting in his lap. He places both hands on your hips to hold you in place.

As you continue to kiss him he becomes needier and restless. You feel his hand brush between your thighs making you break the kiss. You look down between your bodies to see he’s aiming his cock for you.

He presses his tip to your entrance and you watch him slowly penetrate his shaft inside of you inch by inch. When he buries inside of you beyond capacity you look into his eyes mystified feeling yourself stretching to fit the size of his girth.

He slowly presses his hips onto yours making moans fall between both of your lips. He lustfully kisses you then, lulling you into a dream-like state as he remains stilled inside of you, warming his cock. You lock your ankles around his waist and feel him smile against your lips.

He begins gently thrusting into you with passionate warmth. Feyd is making love to you for the first time. Your psychotic, dominating, sexually-depraved husband presses into you gently, letting you feel every inch and vein of his cock. His tenderness all but makes you climax.

Your walls begin to pulse against his shaft, readying to orgasm. He stills his movements. “Why did you stop? I’m so close,” you plead just above a whisper. Your voice is full of neediness. He smiles as his pretty blue gaze into yours. “I want your pleasure intensified,” he says, grabbing ahold of your jaw and planting a kiss on your lips.

Once your walls stop fluttering he begins slowly thrusting into you again this time you feel an explosion of pleasure in your core as your mouth falls open. You cling onto him trying to stay sane. Your walls begin to flutter on his cock once more and he stills his movements a second time.

Your clit is throbbing to your core, you are painfully tight. Feeling him fully inside of you without moving makes your walls intensely pulse around his cock seeking any type of friction. “Feyd please….-please let me cum.” You beg at your peak, completely covered in chills feeling sensitive to every part of his being. He leans back, looking into your pleading eyes and smiles.

He knows you can not withstand being denied another orgasm, even though the build up would give you the most pleasurable experience upon release.

He sucks his thumb into his mouth wetting it and brings it down on your clit pressing into the nub and rubbing in circles. You moan staring into his eyes as your abdomen constricts and you are unable to move as you orgasm. Your walls pulse and clench hard as you cum without him even thrusting into you. You pant heavily feeling the euphoria and relief wash over you.

He rises to his knees, lifting you higher on the headboard with his strength and presses you back against leather. He begins clapping his hips into yours. The moans that fall in from your lips are foreign to your ears.

His hand caresses your throat as he gazes at you with his intense blue eyes. He feels the deep connection between your bodies. He thrusts into you deeply for what feels like an eternity with his stamina. When your walls flutter his cock twitches and he snaps his hips forward slamming you against the headboard the shock makes him cum as you orgasm.

His parted lips faintly touch against yours as his body tenses releasing rope after rope of his warm cum into your core.

You both moan in unison as your walls rhythmically milk him. He presses his hand to your throat softly kissing along your jaw and the side of your face in reverence. He inhales your scent as he rubs his soft lips and grazes his black teeth against your jaw. He can’t get enough of you.

He holds you to him bringing you down from the headboard. He slowly slips his cock out of you and lays you in bed pulling you to face him.

As he caresses the side of your face with his finger tips he gazes into your pretty eyes. You make him remember the forgotten words never spoken to him before. The three words that have all the meaning in the world. He plants a kiss to your forehead and pulls you to his chest. He drifts to sleep dreaming of you at his side for his coronation in the morning.

To be continued..

Part 6 Brazen Baron Available Now ->

Feyds Coronation| Feyds Pleasure| Feyds War

Part 6 Smut Requets: Sex against a window•sex in the throne room• Dom Feyd •Sub Feyd •Feyd wearing a collar •Feyd being handcuffed for sex•Feyd being whipped(with a crop!)•semi public sex• Feyd BJ•size kink• Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you• Feyd gives up his kink (what?!)

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[avayarising]

Deaths of Dick Grayson

Part of the Batfam Death Project.

Dick has died four times and travelled to a world of the dead twice. Total time dead: up to several weeks.

Verifiable deaths

1. Killed by the Joker (Emperor Joker, 2000)

Dick was killed by the Joker after Joker stole reality-altering powers from Mxyzptlk and remade the universe to his liking.

It’s unclear exactly how he died, but Joker kept Nightwing’s dead and rotting corpse alongside Tim’s and Jason’s.

Dick was brought back to life when the universe was restored by Mxyzptlk and Hal Jordan (as the Spectre) after Superman defeated Joker.

Time dead: unclear, but it appears to be multiple days and theoretically could be several weeks.

2. Briefly killed by Mr Fun (Batman: Family 2:7, 2003)

Dick was killed by Mr Fun, a skilled assassin working for a gang boss calling herself Athena (who was also CEO of Wayne Enterprises and trying to bring it down from the inside). Mr Fun crept up on Nightwing, hit him in the head with a golf club and then, while he was concussed and disoriented, used pressure points to stop his breathing and heart.

Cass fought Mr Fun off Nightwing, but Mr Fun shot her off the roof with one of dead Nightwing’s wrist rockets. When Cass recovered, Mr Fun had left (to kill the person they were supposed to be guarding). She returned to Nightwing and resuscitated him using CPR, which apparently cured his head injury too.

Time dead: long enough for Cass to fight off Mr Fun (which wasn’t easy) and recover from being shot down, and then give Dick CPR, so probably a good few minutes.

3. Killed and raised by Lex Luthor (Forever Evil 6–7, 2014)

Dick was hooked up to a murder machine involving a bomb wired to his heart, such that it could only be disarmed by killing Dick. Lex Luthor stopped his heart by making him swallow a pill.

Batman of course then started going feral on Lex until Lex persuaded him that he could bring Dick back, which he did with a shot of adrenaline to the heart.

Time dead: long enough for Batman to get in a good couple of punches on Luthor, plus time for Luthor to detach Dick from the machine, so probably up to two minutes.

4. Beaten to death by groblins (Dark Nights: Death Metal 7, 2021)

Dick, along with other members of the Batfamily, was overwhelmed by a swarm of ‘groblins’: mindless evil Jokerised Robins invading from the Dark Multiverse, led by the Robin King (an evil child Bruce Robin). His death happens off-panel but we see his corpse lying on the ground.

(Then Bruce, who was already dead and a Black Lantern, raised his dead family members as zombies.)

Dick was restored to proper life when Wonder Woman, powered by the determination of her friends, defeated the evil Batman Who Laughs and persuaded the gods to remake the multiverse as it was before the evil universes invaded the good ones.

Time dead: somewhere from quarter of an hour to an hour? Or perhaps a lot longer, if it took longer to rebuild the world. It’s always a little tricky to be sure when world remakes are involved.

Afterlife visits

A trip to Dis (Titans 1:4, 1999)

Dick, along with the rest of the Titans, signed a magic book created by a demon called Goth that summoned them to Dis, a region of Hell. Goth had positioned himself as an actor and superstar and got his fans to sign the book, then led them in a chant to transport them to Dis.

Kory was amongst those who had signed the book and was transported, so Dick and the rest of the Titans went after her.

They discover that the way to get out is to find things to care about, and spend some time individually persuading people to care one at a time, but they start to lose hope, infected by the aura of apathy in Dis. Kory, who is less affected, attacks Goth and throws him down from a height, causing his fans to return to the mortal world because they are worried about Goth and the Titans to return because they are worried about Kory.

Time in afterlife: looks like several hours.

Hell heist (Nightwing 4:103, 2023)

Raven created a portal to bring Nightwing, along with Beast Boy and Cyborg, to Hell to find Blockbuster’s contract with the demon Neron, wherein Blockbuster sold the soul of his firstborn daughter, a nine-year-old called Olivia.

They found the contract and returned to the mortal realm, also courtesy of Raven. (Turned out Neron’s contract was easy to thwart: Dick just had to become a foster parent and assume legal guardianship of Olivia. Neron tried to tempt Dick with super powers, but while Dick very much enjoyed the free sample he was not even briefly tempted to give up Olivia for them.)

Time in afterlife: probably a few hours of travel, fighting, and research.

Batfam Death Project Masterpost

[rahuratna]

ღ Rahu ღ 36 ღ JJK, MHA, Naruto ღ Rahuratna | Archive of Our Own about me: she/her | fanfic writer | science fiction enthusiast

current fandoms writing for: JJK, MHA

ღ Jujutsu Kaisen Series

• He Whose Arrows are Flowers (NEW SERIES!)

Genre: Mystery, Investigative, Romance, Slow Burn, Eventual smut/erotic content Summary: Nanami x Curse Analyst Reader.

As a curse analyst, your work is a routine cycle that takes you between laboratory and crime scene. That is, until you are assigned to work a case alongside sorcerer Nanami Kento.

Links: Ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Nanami Kento: Relationship headcanons

Genre: Romance, angst, humor, fluff Summary: Nanami x Reader headcanons (now a fic). Includes slow burn, pining, romance, establishing relationships, an introvert reader.

Links: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 ღ on tumblr

• The Transformation of Nanami Kento (complete!)

Genre: Crack, humor, fluff Summary: An encounter with a rogue curse user leaves Nanami transformed into Pompompurin! It's now up to the first-year trio, with some help from Nanami-pom, to gain back his original form.

Links: ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 ღ on tumblr

• The Good Ship Percimeran

Genre: Action, fantasy AU, mystery, adventure Summary: While away investigating the magical anomalies that are increasing in frequency across the land, Gojo's three students, Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara, are tasked with testing his new spirit-repelling device on board a ship. The voyage takes a dangerous turn, however, and the truth behind the spirit swarms may not be an easy one to swallow. {One-shot] [Part 1 of JJK: Winds of Change]

Links: ch 1 ღ on ao3

• Red Earth, Dark Rain

Genre: Fantasy AU, mystery, suspense Summary: Wild spirits once roamed free in this land. Hanami survived many ages in the isolated forest, alongside the volcanic spirit Jogo, until a mysterious traveller pays a visit and turns their world upside down ... [one-shot] [Part 2 of JJK: Winds of Change]

Links: ch 1 ღ on ao3

• Ikemen Kaisen

Cross posted!

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack, mystery, adventure. Summary: A cursed spirit develops a massive crush on the 7:3 sorcerer while he's on a mission. Trapping him in its unique otome game domain, the spirit soon discovers that it's bitten off a lot more than it can chew with this particular jujutsu sorcerer ...

Links: ch 1 | ch 2 ღ on tumblr

• He's got the look

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack, mystery. Summary: A regular visit to the hair stylist takes a strange turn when Gojo is involved ...

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• JJK: Encounters across the animeverse

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack, mystery. Summary: The characters of JJK have close encounters with the other kind when strange portals appear within their universe ... crossovers, featuring characters from other anime appearing briefly in JJK.

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Geriatric Kaisen

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack, suspense. Summary: Megumi returns from a day out to find that the inhabitants of Jujutsu Tech have undergone a strange transformation ...

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• This Fearless Shadow

Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, action, mystery. Summary: Kusakabe x Illusionist Reader. Loosely based on the film 'Bajirao Mastani', a gift fic for the wonderful @jjk-eugie

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Boogie till we drop

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack, mystery. Summary: Nanami and Ijichi are called in to handle an investigative mission requested by an unexpected client. The mission takes a strange turn when they learn that they're expected to assist in ... writing erotic fiction.

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Queen of Thorns

Genre: Action, adventure, mystery. Summary: In the remote reaches of a Siberian peninsula, Kurosawa Akito, student of the legendary Nobara Kugisaki, learns a fundamental truth about his sensei's strength.

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

ღ Jujutsu Kaisen Stand-Alone fics

• To you, young sorcerer

Genre: Fluff, humour Summary: Papamin fic written for Father's Day! Nobara suffers with cramps and feelings of inadequacy, and Nanami offers some advice, affirmation and hot tea.

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Suited up

Genre: Fluff, humour, action, angst Summary: Another Papamin fic! Ino attempts to present himself just like the sorcerer he admires the most, with some ... regrettable consequences.

Links: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Get that bread, sir!

Genre: Fluff, humour, crack Summary: Written for the Foodies and Goodies challenge, created by the amazing @tsukimefuku ! Ijichi goes to get Nanami lunch, an excursion that turns into a fast-paced battle for a pork cutlet sandwich!

Link: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• The in-between

Genre: Fluff, humour, angst Summary: Megumi needs silence and to be away from it all, at times. Yuuji and Nobara will always be waiting in the wings for when he is ready to join them again.

A short, fluffy one-shot for the first year trio.

Link: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Thirst Trap

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack. Summary: Ino and Yuuji unwittingly make Nanami IG-famous through a social media post. As the internet's thirst ramps up, Nanami remedies the situation by roping in the two young sorcerers once again.

Link: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Love Thine Enemy

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack. Summary: The JJK sorcerers find themselves faced with a slippery customer - a cursed spirit with the worst pick-up lines imaginable ...

Link: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

• Good morning, Handsome

Genre: Humour, fluff, crack. Summary: A JJK short. Gojo sends increasingly annoying 'good morning' texts and Nanami gets his revenge.

Link: ch 1 ღ on tumblr

ღ MHA Series

• The Feast at your Table (Fat Gum x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Smut.

CW: Explicit Sexual content Summary: Attempting to hide your infatuation with the kindest and warmest of heroes is no easy feat when you work directly for him. Especially when you find that the hero in question, Taishirou Toyomitsu, may just reciprocate those feelings in the best of ways ...

Links: ch1 | ch 2 ღ on tumblr

Thanks to @tsukimefuku for creating this beautiful masterlist post for me! Credit to @strangergraphics for dividers.

[exactlycleverpirate]

Love and Deepspace: The Story So Far Part 1

A summary of everything that has happened in the main story thus far. Obviously, spoilers below the cut.

See Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

2048 Story begins with MC being initiated as a Hunter in the Hunter's Association. MC is about 21-22, and her Evol has to do with Resonance, Anhaunsen Class. Rafayel is (probably) 24, Fire Evol. Zayne is 27, Ice Evol. Xavier claims to be 23, Light Evol. Traceback II is approaching the event horizon and entering the black hole.

Day 1: (Wednesday, Likely July 1st, 2048)

MC meets Xavier on her first mission as a Hunter in an abandoned protocore research facility. He is in a trap set for him, surrounded by light Wanderers. MC helps him defeat them.

MC is accepted into Captain Jenna's Alpha team. Tara is accepted into Data Analysis, whose Captain is Andrew.

MC meets Rafayel briefly at a fishing game in Azure Square near the Hunter's Association HQ. He catches a red Flammula from Lemuria corner, and she gives it to him to take home. (Cell phone shows appointment reminder. Time currently 18:15 on Wednesday, appointment at 18:30.)

MC has a doctor's appointment with Zayne. He has just returned from a trip to the Arctic.

MC returns to her apartment. There is a storm outside. She has a call with Caleb and talks about how they plan to have dinner with Grandma Josephine at the end of the month. After the call, she encounters a strange glowing eye that vanishes outside her apartment window that night.

Day 2 (Likely Thursday, July 2nd):

The next day, MC has her first day on the Alpha team at UNICORN HQ. Nero is one of her teammates and has extensive knowledge of Wanderers. He begins to look into the eye she saw. MC is assigned her first solo mission: to find out if there are Wanderers in the home of Henry Raymond.

On the way to Raymond's house, MC finds Zayne with his car broken down. He is Raymond's doctor and MC agrees to give him a ride there on her motorcycle.

At Raymond's house, MC discovers a strange painting that shows her a vision. Then she and Zayne fight a Wanderer. Raymond is sent to the hospital and the painting is taken for further investigation.

Back at HQ, MC learns the painting was done by Rafayel.

Day 3 (Likely Friday, July 3rd):

MC gets an appointment with Rafayel's agent Thomas and goes to meet him at Rafayel's studio the next morning.

Thomas directs her to Mo Art studio, where Rafayel lives. She questions him about the painting and they fight a Wanderer in his house. Rafayel says that as payment for the information he gives her, he'll hire her as his bodyguard.

While MC is on the way home on the subway, it is attacked by a Wanderer. Captain Jenna sends Xavier to be her backup. Xavier says she doesn't need backup.

(That night??) MC is sent to investigate an abandoned protocore research facility in a No Hunt Zone where a stele has been discovered. When her partner doesn't show, she goes alone and finds Xavier apparently comforting a Wanderer. The Wanderer explodes. Xavier examines the remaining protocore and once he determines it isn't what he was looking for he crushes it. Xavier confronts MC and after realizing her ankle is injured, tells her she should leave. He says that the forest consumes people. She refuses to leave, and after he has cleared out many Wanderers, he returns and decides to help her leave. After walking for a while and dealing with some Wanderers, they find the stele, the Flux Nexus. There is an Aeonwrym, the most dangerous of Wanderers, being reconstructed by Metaflux from the stele. With Xavier’s guidance, MC resonates with the Flux Nexus, unlocking it and causing the Aeonwyrm to dissipate. A unique protocore is revealed. Xavier concludes that someone was trying to resurrect the Aeonwyrm. After being swarmed by Wanderers, Xavier ports them to a safe location. After examining the protocore, he says that it has been tampered with by Onychinus. Xavier leaves, saying she should be able to get out safely now. They are being watched by a mechanical raven.

Day 4 (Likely Saturday, July 4th):

MC remembers running to escape during the Chronorift Catastrophe. She senses a powerful force about to burst from her heart. Something that looks like a glowing red moon descends in front of her, flickering. It appears to be blinking at her.

The day after being in the No Hunt Zone with Xavier, thinking about her nightmare the night before, MC heads to HQ. She finds Xavier being interviewed on the street by aggressive journalists. He asks her to help him get away from them. They go to HQ for a post mission briefing with Captain Jenna. During the briefing, MC learns that Onychinus has been altering the protocurves of protocores to make them more powerful. However, the protocore MC just found is on a level not seen before. Jenna suggests that MC begin investigating Onychinus aND the Flux Nexus, as she has the ability to unlock them. Then she tells MC to take 2 days off work. Afterwards, MC and Xavier talk. She realizes his desk is the one next to hers. When she asks him who he thinks she should partner with, he says she should refuse the mission. He explains that getting involved with Onychinus is complicated. MC is just more interested. Xavier requests that if she does take on the mission, that she choose him as her partner.

Day 5 (Sunday, July 5th, per in-game information):

MC goes home to visit Grandma. She is surprised to find Caleb there a day early. While eating dinner, the news says there have been mysterious explosions caused by Wanderers occurring. The MC's Hunter's Watch picks up on Wanderers nearby. She goes out to explore and Caleb follows. After he goes into a store, she investigates the area and finds a suspicious man. He sounds older than he looks. He attacks her with his Evol and disappears. Then Caleb reappears, asking what happened. He realizes she's been injured and they argue. Once they get back to the house, Caleb goes in ahead of her. The house explodes. MC comes back to consciousness on the ground surrounded by flames. On the ground in front of her is the necklace she gave Caleb. On it is an apple charm and the words “When U Come Back”.

Continue to Part 2.

[milligramspoison]

Hi! First two MCR shows for 2024! Except part of the list started in 2023 thanks to fucking Mikey and Chris!

I also have a list of MCR’s 2022-2023 tour if you also want to check that out! Anyways ty Mikey and Chris for starting this list off 11 months early 😭

MCR @ WWWY

Hey Chris commented a sunset emoji under Mikey’s post that announced day 2 of WWWY, referring to Pete’s Amazing New Mexico Sunset post from 2005 (writing this on November 17th, 2023- 11 fucking months to go lmao)

Mikey also replied to Chris’ comment

Mikey is also very excited to play Disenchanted! (Love this for him)

Not WWWY but it deserves to be here -> Gerard’s cat costume from Toronto night 2 made it into the show Carol & the End of the World! (Hi it’s January 29th, 2024 as I’m writing this bullet point)

Frank is back on his fortune cookie bullshit (hello it’s March 18th, 2024 as I’m writing this)

American Idol contestant Abi Carter sang WTTBP for her top 20 performance on April 14th, 2024!

Chris posted the Pete and Mikey emo critters on his story on May 17th, 2024, using 🌅 as the fucking caption 😭

My Chem’s facebook got hacked on July 25th, 2024 😍

They’re doing additional songs after they do TBP in full, possibly the B Sides and Living With Ghosts 👀 (update they didn’t do either 😭)

Teenagers surpassed 1 BILLION streams on Spotify!!

I’m Not Okay will be added to Fortnite October 17th! (And will already be in the game by the time this post goes up!)

Close up of MCR’s (and FOB’s) merch for the festival!

The Swarm fly also returns for whatever reason 👀 (it was a big symbol during the last tour so I’m surprised it’s back for two one off shows)

DAY BEFORE WWWY WE HAVE THE BAND SOUNDCHECKING FAMOUS LAST WORDS (it’s officially WWWY weekend!!!)

MCR’s first show since March 26th, 2023!! (That’s 573 days aka 19 months!!)

Frank’s first tonight’s our night post involving MCR since last year 🥲

Mikey was spotted watching Mayday Parade’s set!

A CLIP OF THEM SOUNDCHECKING ON THE 18TH

Mikey was also spotted watching Dashboard Confessional’s set!

A third Mikey (and this time Kristin too!) spotting!

A fourth Mikey spotting and he’s with Patrick of FOB this time!!

WHITE FLOORING IS BEING LAID OUT

MCR’S STAGE AROUND THE BEGINNING OF FOB’S SET

MCR’S STAGE TOWARDS THE MIDDLE OF FOB’S SET

MCR’S STAGE AROUND 9:45PM

Pete of FOB hyped up the crowd for MCR’s set during the FOB set!!

WHATEVER THIS IS THEYRE TESTING STUFF FOR MCR’S SET

4 separate stage lights for them as of rn…….

GERARD AND MIKEY’S PARENTS ARE THERE

GERARD GOT A HAIRCUT

THE END FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE OCTOBER 7TH, 2007

DEAD FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE AUGUST 27TH, 2011

RAY ALSO HAD TWO GUITARS (obvi but still exciting nonetheless 😭)

“Fuck yeah” ~ Gerard

“Kisses for you!” ~ also Gerard!

SHARPEST LIVES FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE MAY 9TH, 2008

RAY’S WINE RETURNS

“Spicy, you're fucking spicy” ~ Gerard ofc

I DON’T LOVE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE OCTOBER 17TH, 2022

Gerard asked the audience to bark as they were going into House of Wolves 😭

HOUSE OF WOLVES FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE MARCH 20TH, 2023

CANCER FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE MARCH 19TH, 2023

They also got a violinist for Cancer and it sounded incredible

The violinist was Kayleigh Goldsworthy!!!!!

DISENCHANTED FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE OCTOBER 7TH, 2007

There was also blooming and decaying flowers during Disenchanted!!

And there was also swords at some point during the set too…

RAYRARD MOMENT

“I got all this fucking honey in my mouth, it broke my ass! The fucking softest hands!” ~ Gerard, whatever he was rambling about 😭

WTTBP WAS REPRISED AT THE END OF FAMOUS

Blood was played on tape for the first time in many years!!

The band had an encore following the entirety of TBP!

I’m Not Okay was the first song of the encore!

A fan rushed the stage and touched Frank before being escorted off 🤦‍♀️ (BE NORMAL PPL they’re human just like the rest of us)

The look Gerard gave the stage rusher was super funny tho 😭

And they ended night one off on Helena!

DAN AND PHIL REFERENCED NO BUT SERIOUSLY IMAGINE IT

VIDEO OF THEM REFERENCING IT

Frank and Gerard goofing around <3

Marina Toybina styled their outfits (or at least Gerard’s) for night one of the festival!! (She also styled a lot of outfits for Gerard on the last tour!)

“Hey everybody!” ~ Gerard as he was going backstage!

MIKEY WATCHED FOB’S SET AND SANG ALONG TO MMRS

Gerard got on their tippy toes to reach over to fans on the other side of the fence 🥹

FRANK SPOTTING (WWWY night 2)

Cherry, Miles, and Lily (Frank’s kiddos) watching the Dunes set from yesterday <3 (and a bonus- it’s also Frank’s second tonight’s our night post for MCR since last year!)

Pete of FOB once again hyped up the crowd for MCR’s set during FOB’s!!!

GERARD IS IN THE SAME OUTFIT

RAY IS IN A BLACK SHIRT AND JEANS

“FUCKING ACE MAN” ~ Gerard!

Pixels of Mikey and Frank!!!

“Thank you” ~ Gerard after I Don’t Love You 🥹

KAYLEIGH RETURNED ON VIOLIN

SERENITY PRAYER BEFORE MAMA

KAYLEIGH ALSO DID VIOLIN ON MAMA TONIGHT

“BAG FULL OF KNIVES”

“There was a summer, I started collecting knives. Big bags full of knives. It’s because my friend died. And I was hoping somebody would try to hurt me so I could kill them. And he fell down. And one day he went to sleep forever.” ~ GERARD BEFORE SLEEP

“Vegas, I want you you to let go of everything. Everything!” ~ also Gerard before Sleep!

Gerard also laughed during Sleep 😭

“BELLISSIMO”

“THIS IS A SONG ABOUT BEING IN THE DREAM. AND DYING. BECAUSE THATS ALL DREAMS DO” ~ GERARD GOING INTO DISENCHANTED

WTTBP REPRISE AGAIN DURING FAMOUS

NA NA NA IS THE FIRST SONG OF THE ENCORE

SECOND SONG OF THE ENCORE IS HELENA

“Good night Las Vegas!” ~ Gerard before Helena!

WWWY POSTED PROFESSIONAL FOOTAGE OF MCR’S SET

GERARD WRAPPED THE MIC CORD AROUND THEIR NECK JUST LIKE OLD TIMES

This photo of Gerard…

AND THIS PHOTO OF GERARD WITH RAY AND MIKEY

Gerard met some fans after the show!!

RAY’S STAGE LEFT TATTOO HAS MADE AN APPEARANCE

Some of the photos Beemer took last night!

RAY AND HIS WINE RETURN ONCE AGAIN

INCREDIBLE video of Gerard

Hi if you’ve made it this far! Welcome to the 2024 list for MCR!- that feels so good to say omg

I’m so excited to be posting this after having it in my drafts since last November. And it was so exciting to be liveblogging about an MCR show again with everyone!!

I hope it isn’t a long time before we all can do this again. Following the tour was such an incredible experience for me and to do it again for two nights only this weekend was amazing

Anyways, thank you if you’ve made it this far. And I hope all of you enjoy looking back on the list!!

My Chemical Romance forever and ever, okay? <33333

[frost-queen]

The moment I knew // part 4 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @cayt0123, @powwowsworld, @yomamacrusty, @mileyy22, @omgsuperstarg, @helen06dreamer, @misscaller06, @l4venderia

Summary: Blink and it will pass... a year has passed now. Having left for your education and proper lady-like manners. Now having returned the memories of before seek your mind with sorrows and promises. Only a week till the new season begins, but first families be reunited. [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 5 & part 6 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 & part 10 ]

Loud heels clicked onto the marble floor. A hastened pace, skirt gentle pulled a bit up to not trip over it. Loud breathing damping the hallways. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – the voice called out. – “Miss Bridgerton.” – it repeated a hand moved near their mouth to call out clearer. The heels clacked louder as it picked up their pace. A loud swallow to catch their breath. – “Miss B…” – they called out once more rounding a corner. The last of their words swallowed back in at the sight of you.

You slowly turned to them with a warm smile. – “Yes governess.” – you spoke elegantly. The governess exhaled deep, pressing her hand deep onto her chest. – “I…I… you were not in your room.” – she explained approaching you. You nodded still smiling. – “I hope you forgive me; I was too excited to return home.” – you replied eyeing the suitcase standing at your feet. Your governess sighed deep coming closer.

“I hope it is not because of that boy?” – she asked you, bowing down to take your suitcase. – “He is not some boy!” – you called out. – “He is to be my husband.” – you explained to her. Your governess snorted loud. – “You haven’t even debuted yet.” – she concluded giving a nod to the doorman to open the door. – “A week isn’t that long anymore.” – you stated with a smile full of mischief. Your governess sighed again as she gave your suitcase to the clerk who came standing in the door opening. The clerk turned round and headed over to the carriage with your suitcase.

Your governess returned to you. – “Now do you have everything?” – she asked plucking a bit at your shoulders. Every little detail had to be perfect in her eyes. You hummed loud. She took a deep breath letting her hands slide down your arms. – “I remember how you arrived here. Still a young strong-minded girl.” – she said. – “I still am.” – you chuckled out. – “You are but you have also grown a lot.” – she corrected. – “You wouldn’t stop dreaming.” – she tapped you on the nose, pulling you out of a small daydream.

She then sighed deep. – “I am going to miss you Miss Bridgerton, for this house shall become silent once more. It’s whirlwind of laughter and dance leaving.” – her words made you swallow the forming knot in your throat down. Seeing how she started to become sentimental. You couldn’t have it for you would cry for sure. – “Governess please, let us spare our tears.” – you said brushing your finger against her cheek.

She smiled with teary eyes. – “You… you are absolutely right.” – she took a step back, holding both your hands up. – “As always.” – She curtsied, dipping her head down. You pulled her back up, curtsying for her out of gratitude. – “I shall miss you.” – you told her. Suddenly you heard a chaos of voices and loud heels clacking against the marble. Around the corner arrived a storm of maidens of the household.

“Thank Goodness.” – One exclaimed hastening herself over. – “She has not left yet.” – another one spoke pulling a friend with her. Your governess let go of your hands, taking a few steps back. The swarm of maidens hastened over to you. You got overwhelmed in the biggest hug. It was impossible to link any arm or touch to a person. – “Oh Miss Bridgerton think of us.” – Grace said squeezing you tight into a hug. – “Write to us.” – Olive spoke hugging you from behind. – “We’ll miss you.” – some cried out unable to hold back their tears.

“If you ever need a hand maiden.” – Irene said pushing her way through. – “Or two!” – Grace pitched in once more. – “Girls! Girls!” – the governess called out for some order. She started tapping the girls on their shoulders with a fan to dismiss them from around you. – “Miss Bridgerton needs to leave.” – she said out loud. You felt Olive’s hands slip out of yours.

“If I could, I would enlist you all in my household.” – you told them with tears in your eyes. The space around you grew bigger giving you more breathing. – “Girls please manners.” – the governess pointed them on. – “I’ll try to convince my husband about the matter.” – you told them. Your governess ticked on the shoulder with her fan. – “You are not married yet.” – she made clear. Grace giggled loud. – “She practically is.”

“Miss Bridgerton must leave now!” – Your governess insisted upon. She shoved you towards the door. The girls following after you. The governess stood in the door opening like a brick wall. Firm and sturdy to not let any of her household girls through. The girls didn’t care, trying to look through any gap to wave at you. – “Do not forget about us!” – Irene shouted sitting in Mary’s back. – “Visit us when you can!” – Olive called out waving excitedly over the governess’s shoulder. – “Invite us to the wedding!” – Grace screamed out to be heard over the loud well wishes of the girls.

You waved back at them standing by the carriage. You blew them a kiss before getting in. The clerk closed the door as you scooted closer to the window to look outside to them. – “I won’t forget you!” – you called out waving. The carriage got in motion as it pulled you back in the seat. The carriage rode turned to ride to the pathway leading to civilization.

You saw that the girls had broken free from the sturdy wall of your governess. Running after the carriage and waving as wild as they could. Seeing how much they cared for you made you cry. A bittersweet goodbye. After a long year of being apart from your family and Tewkesbury for your education and preparations for your debut. You still remembered the day you left.

After your mother and Anthony had delivered the news that you would be send away for a year, it crashed down on you. A whole year without Tewkesbury. They found it better for your education to be elsewhere where you couldn’t be distracted by him. Perhaps your brother hoped you’d forget about him in the year separated. It was foolish of them to think so. How could you ever give up on Tewkesbury as he held your heart in all its mighty form.

He was the very essence you breathed. That day you had left. Needing time alone. Of course you were never allowed to go alone so Colin was with you. You pulled the carriage to a stop seeing him at the park. You swung the doors open as the carriage had not come to a full stop yet. – “Y/n!” – Colin would shout out jumping out after you. You couldn’t care, only thinking of him.

Tears swelled up thinking about having to say goodbye to him. – “Y/n!” – Colin kept chasing you trying to catch up with you. Tewkesbury, who was near the trees, noticed you, turning his posture more to you. He furrowed his brows quizzable at your running. You jumped into his arms feeling his arms close around you. The impact making you spin round with him till he slowed down. Colin came to slow down out of breath. – “What is it Y/n?” – Tewkesbury asked brushing his hand up your neck to the back of your head.

Only shaking your head you couldn’t get the words out. – “Y/n.” – Colin breathed out, giving a nod to Tewkesbury. Tewkesbury bowed his head back to him, moving you at arms-length of him. – “Y/n we can not linger.” – Colin spoke. – “The carriage will take you away in an hour.” – Tewkesbury’s eyes widened with fear. – “Wait? You are leaving?” – he called out in a panic. You nodded, tears running down your cheeks. Tewkesbury’s world felt like collapsing into nothingness. – “Where are you going? Will you return? I…I…Miss Bridgerton I… will I ever see you again?” – he called out needing desperate answers as his hands cherished your face.

Colin stepped in to speak. – “It is only for a year.” – he explained. – “Mother wishes for her to fulfill her education elsewhere before her debut next year.” – Colin added making Tewkesbury look briefly at him. – “A whole year.” – you cried out. Tewkesbury smiled saddened wiping some tears away. – “It will be over before you know it.” – he said to you.

You sniffed loud, blinking to stop your tears. – “I…I…I don’t want to part from you.” – you answered brushing your thumb against his chin. – “Neither do I.” – he replied with a deep breath. Tewkesbury held your hands up preventing you from wrapping them tightly around him. You started to get angry, frustrated at him for not welcoming you. For not accepting your tears of sorrow. Tewkesbury wanted, but he couldn’t. Not with your brother watching.

His heart ached as much as yours cried. – “I don’t want to go…” – you cried out. – “Take me with you. Make me yours. Please don’t leave me.” – you begged never wanting to part from him. Tewkesbury shook his head knowing he couldn’t. Neither could survive a scandal. It needed to be done the proper way. Nothing else. His grandmother would not stop hunting him if he so much as married you in secret.

The fear of her hurting you haunting his mind. Tewkesbury pressed you close to him, arms tightly around you. – “Remember my promise.” – he whispered close to your ear. – “Remember it every day.” – he went on. You sobbed loud wrapping your arms over his shoulders. – “What is a year against a lifetime of love.” – he said looking off into the distance.

“Blink and it will pass.” – he continued looking briefly over to your brother. – “I don’t want to leave you.” – you sobbed out. – “Nor shall you. I will remain here in agony, waiting for your return. For I shall count every day till I can call you mine. You are my heart, my body and soul.”

You let go of Tewkesbury as did he. – “Will you write?” – you asked him with a faint smile. – “Every day for numerous times.” – he responded. You looked over your shoulder to your brother Colin. Seeing how glossy his eyes had become. Tewkesbury took your hand, bowing as his head dipping against your hand. You curtsied at the same time saying your goodbye’s. Stepping back your hand slowly slipped out of his till it dropped at your side.

Colin came closer laying his hand on your shoulder. – “Blink and it will pass.” – he repeated Tewkesbury’s words with a saddened smile. You forced your eyes shut, shuddering out a breath. Fluttering them open you saw the blurry image of him between your tears. Moving backwards he faded away. Drawing further away from you till he was nothing but a mark in the painting of your eyes. Colin helped you into the carriage.

As the door shut, he took your hand gently. Looking up at him, you saw something in his eyes. A reflection of poetry of belief. As if seeing clearly for the first time. A glance you had seen numerous times in Benedict’s eyes whenever he was compelled by the arts. A deepness inside that reflected the beauty within.

Fluttering your eyelashes you became aware of your surroundings once more. The carriage hobbled over the gravely road as it had awoken you from a memory. The taste of dryness on your lips as you wetted them gently. Familiar streets and boutique’s rose up as a sense of homesickness struck you. A tugging feeling increasing by each movement. Not for a year have you seen any of your siblings. Having no idea what their lives are now. How grown your younger siblings are.

Has any of them perhaps found love besides dearest Daphne? Would they have thought off you every day? Regretted their decision to take you away. Away from any distractions. Would they still find you the same? You didn’t think so. Over the year with your courses you had changed much. Matured more. Glorified with grace and manners. Even now upon looking at yourself you didn’t feel the same. It was noticeable in the little things.

How perfectly lady-like you sat. The change in posture to a proud young lady. No more time for silliness. Prepared to take upon the duty of finding a husband. The carriage rounded a corner as you took in a deep breath. Nearing the street of your beloved home. Easily you spotted the violets. The house coming in sight as the carriage stopped in front of its open gate. You shuffled a bit closer to the window, looking outside. Not a single soul waiting for you.

The ache in your heart began to grow. Perhaps you weren’t missed. Before you could fully sink in self-pity opened the door. Two, three, four at a time trying to squeeze themselves through the door. The footman opened the door for you as you stepped out of the carriage with his help. Anthony being the first to reach you. He picked you up, spinning around with you as you heard him exhale relieved. – “I want to see her!” – you heard with impatience. – “Anthony I want to.” – feeling the tugging on your dress it was no doubt your younger siblings.

Anthony wouldn’t let go of you. Slowing his spinning down but tightening his grip around you. Your feet touched the ground once more as a figure squeezed itself between the two of you. Anthony got pushed off you making way for Gregory and Hyacinth. They both wrapped their arms around you. You hugged them back feeling sentimental. Anthony got pulled back by his shoulder, the younger one’s ignored as Benedict smiled with a happy return at you.

His arms wrapped around you as the younger one’s were forced out of the way. – “The counting days have finally come to an end.” – he told you, hugging you tighter. – “For I could not bare another one.” – Lip trembling you felt yourself be overcome with sadness. Benedict kissed your cheek. Anthony joined the two of you leaving a kiss on your head. Your brothers made way to reveal Colin. Noticing the tears rolling down his cheek. You slowly stepped away from your brothers over to him.

Embracing him in a warm hug. – “Look at you.” – he said sniffling. – “How much you’ve grown.” – he added. – “I am still shorter than you.” – you teased hearing him laugh loud. – “As long as you have not overgrown me.” – looking beside Colin you saw Eloise. Her smile unsure whether to show sadness or relief. You pulled her in for a hug. Eloise and you parted as she took a good look at you.

“Urgh how lady-like they have made you.” – she commented as it was in her good nature. Francesca giggled. – “We’ll mark the day till you achieve such greatness sister.” – she teased at Eloise whilst receiving a hug from you. Eloise stuck her tongue out to her. – “Mother is inside.” – Francesca whispered to you. You nodded letting go of her. You took a deep breath preparing yourself to head inside. Inside the house you had missed for a year. It felt big.

A shaking weight making each step of yours slow down. Almost too afraid to walk inside. A hand slipped in yours. Seconds later another one on your left. Gregory and Hyacinth had taken each one of your hands. – “Welcome home sister.” – they said assisting you inside. Your other siblings following. The door closed behind them as the house filled with chatter. A loving meeting forming behind closed doors.

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The List ~Pt. 12 - Conviction~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: As you train for Extermination Day, your power intensifies, granting you visions of a dark future. Determined to save those you love, you battle through the Exorcists, facing relentless challenges. Things take a turn mid battle, leading to an unexpected twist of fate.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery, sassiness, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, Rosie is the sweetest, eventual smut, and of course 18+

4.2k Words

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**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

When Alastor said you needed to train together, you weren’t entirely sure what he meant. You half expected to just practice fighting each other but the reality was more exhausting. You both felt your abilities expanding, yet you’ve been struggling more than anticipated. It is one thing having to adjust from small needles to heftier daggers, but the focus it takes to stop objects is an entirely different challenge. When you did it at V Tower it was in the heat of the moment, you didn’t have the time to think about it. Now you’ve spent almost three days trying to hone in the new ability with no luck. 

After multiple failures Alastor suggests to up the stakes. “Maybe you need to feel threatened in order to channel the power?” he teases half joking, half serious. Vaggie overhears this and is quick to volunteer, throwing her spear directly at your chest from across the lawn. You reach your hand out but nothing happens. Oh shit. A dark shield surrounds you, making the weapon bounce off and clatter to the ground. You snap your head to Alastor to see his cane omitting green sparks, “How did you do that?!” 

He shrugs, “Quite an interesting development, I suppose.” Charlie runs over excitedly, “If you’re able to cast that over the hotel, it could buy us needed time and protection! What do you think?” The two start to scheme how and when the shield could help against the Exorcists. Within a few tries, he effortlessly produces one large enough to surround the hotel. Feeling utterly defeated, you huff in frustration. I need to focus, I’m no use dead. Why is this so difficult NOW? 

“Must I be the one near death in order for you to do this, dear?” You feel Alastor’s hot breath suddenly breeze across your neck. You scoff and shake your head, “Apparently!” Vaggie enthusiastically picks up her spear again, more than eager to throw it at Alastor but you’re quick to shut her down, “Don’t even think about it! I do not wish to test that theory!!” She pouts and walks away disappointed.

Finally you’re able to get away from the madness. You plop onto the couch in the foyer, leaning your head against the backrest. I just need a few minutes to rest my eyes. The instant your eyes close, you feel your mind slip away from exhaustion. 

Golden blood rains on top of you. Angels, if you can even call them that, fall left and right. Screams of battle fill the air. It seems as though all the training and planning with the rest of the hotel and cannibals is actually working. “Eat shrapnel fuckers!!!” Cherry Bomb releases her grenades into a group of Exorcists. You toss a few angelic steel daggers to finish off a few she missed. “Fuck yeah! Keep it going girl!” she yells over her shoulder. Nifty runs around stabbing the already fallen angels while also collecting your weapons. Carmilla managed to get you a small handful but it was plenty so long as Nifty could return them to you quickly. She hands over the bundle manically laughing, “Stab, Stab, STAB!!!”

Looking up, you see Alastor battling Adam atop the roof. His shadow demons swarm the Exorcist leader making him curse and lose focus. There you go, keep a distance and you’ve got him Al. A smile creeps across your face, amazed by how well Charlie’s plan is working. 

You pivot your focus to a few cannibals in need of healing. The amount of energy it takes to heal so many injuries back to back is draining but not impossible, especially with Alastor close by. As you finish mending a wound on Rosie’s shoulder, a pang hits your chest. 

The neon sign above the hotel flickers as Alastor’s tentacles flail and throw Adam around. A voice thunders overhead, “- Radio is fuckin’ dead!” Adam swings his guitar, slashing Alastor nearly in two. You watch his lifeless body flip over the roof railing and plummet to the ground. 

Any power or sense you usually have of Alastor disappears completely. You stumble over to him, violently heaving from the sickness settling in your stomach, but it’s too late. Even as you cradle his body, kissing him, begging him to wake up, it’s all in vain. This can’t be it. This wasn’t supposed to happen…You hear screams echoing around you. It takes a moment for you to realize it’s your voice filling the air. 

“Hey Toots - Toots! Stop yelling! Come on, snap out of it!” You open your eyes to a very concerned Angel trying to shake you awake. “Kid, you alright?” Husk rests a hand on your shoulder. Your brain catches up and brings you back to the present, regrounding yourself in the lobby of the hotel. You shake your head trying to answer, voice hoarse, “Al - where -” 

“What is going on? Is someone hurt?” Alastor paces through the lobby having heard the commotion. His smile falters seeing the disheveled state you’re in. He rushes to you, unintentionally (or probably intentionally) shoving aside Husk with his cane. He drops to his knees to grab your face, “What is it? What happened?” his voice wavers in a mix of worry and anger. 

You throw your arms around him, making him grunt from how tight your grip is, “Nothing. Just - Just a nightmare.” you whisper into his neck. But was it really a nightmare? Everything was so vivid and clear. It was as surreal as when you dreamt of your life on Earth. It felt real. You let go to sit back on the couch, taking both his hands, “I think the stress and exhaustion is getting to me. Nothing a good night's rest won’t fix.” He nods but his eyes reflect doubt. He knows you all too well by now.

“Really, I’m fine. Let’s get back to training.” You attempt to put on a more confident voice for everyone. Angel and Husk walk away to the bar, mumbling something about the possibility of cracking under pressure. You know it’s far from the truth. You spent years on Earth preparing, training, and enduring the battles of war. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, quite the contrary, it was nice to have some familiarity even under these insane circumstances. But this dream truly felt different. 

Alastor insisted you go to bed early and you happily complied. As soon as your head hits the pillow you’re out. However, the “dream” returns, exactly as before. The raining of blood, Cherry Bomb, Rosie’s injury, and then -

“My dear I’m right here, what’s going on?” he wraps his body around you, pulling you out of your nightmare. Your throat strains once again. A cold sweat covers your body but your blood feels like wildfire. You sit up and brush back your hair, “I - I don’t think this is just a dream anymore Al. This entire time we’ve been training, trying to grow our power together and I think…maybe mine has evolved into seeing flashes of what’s to come. Is that possible?” your chest heaves trying to regain some composure.

He ponders for a moment, “Well it is entirely possible I’d say. The question is, do you receive the visions to change the future or is it foreshadowing the inevitable -” “Don’t say that.” you cut him off sharply. He recoils at your sudden aggression, then softens when he notices your eyes beginning to well up. With a deep sigh, he places a kiss on your temple, “You’re dreaming about Extermination Day, aren’t you?” You remain silent, unable to find the right words without crying. The back of his hand gently brushes your cheek, “You can tell me, my love. It can only help for me to have some insight.” 

Fighting through tears, you tell him every detail of what you’ve been seeing. There had to be a reason you were given the vision, you refuse to believe otherwise. After explaining the dream you begin to ramble, “You can’t fight Adam. He’s too strong. Let me do it or maybe I can join you or maybe we can get Lucifer -” He shakes his head, shushing you, “No - no, the plans have already been put in place. You need to be on the ground to assist the others. Besides, we both know Lucifer will only step in if Charlie is in danger. You’ve given me enough to predict how Adam will fight. I can use that to my advantage and have the upper hand on him. Things will be different.”

You rest against his chest, entwining your fingers with his, “I’ll hold you to that.” you mutter under your breath. He brings the back of your hand to his lips, “Get some rest. We have two days to gather our strength. Should - or rather when - we get through this, we still have the deal with Lucifer to handle.” You nod. The pit in your stomach weighs heavily at the thought that there is still another battle awaiting at the end of all of this, but you try to shake off the feeling, knowing your mind needs to stay clear for the sake of the hotel and your friends. Rule #3 K̵e̷e̴p̴ ̷t̸h̴o̴s̷e̵ ̷y̶o̴u̵ ̶l̴o̷v̶e̴ ̸c̶l̴o̷s̴e̷

In the blink of an eye it was already the eve of Extermination Day. Charlie delivered a more than fitting speech, giving everyone a glimmer of hope. How this charming, sweet, hopeful woman was the daughter of someone like Lucifer, you didn’t know. Maybe it was the fall that jaded him? Maybe the loss of Lilith pushed him over the edge? All you knew is that she radiated a warmth that everyone could feel, even Alastor. 

“Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?" you overhear him from the balcony as you sit at the bar with the other hotel members. Angel grabs your attention with a few pokes to your side, “So, are ya really an Overlord? I thought that line o’ work required you to be a ruthless asshole.”

You take a swig of whiskey and chuckle, “Even in Hell, kindness can get you far, so long as you put your trust in the right people.” A scoff comes from across the bar, “Interesting take considering your choice in men.” Husk grumbles, cocking an eyebrow at you then up to Alastor. You slide your now empty glass over to him as a silent refill request. 

“Last I checked that man and I are the only two saving graces you all have for tomorrow. I know you aren’t friends, but maybe show some appreciation towards his willingness to help. I don’t see Lucifer jumping in on the front line.” You bite harsher than intended. There is a part of you that harbored pity for Husk. Going from a prestigious Overlord to nothing but a pet had to come with its share of personal demons. You try not to take his bitterness to heart.  He growls as he slides back a filled glass, “I had a feeling there was more to you than you let on. Al wouldn’t take an interest in just anyone.” “Oh I think he has more than just interest in our friend here. Heard her screaming his name from down the hall yesterday!” Angel jeers but the grimace on your face erases his smile. You stare vacantly into your glass remembering the night before, the blood, the screams, Alastor’s limp, lifeless body. “Hey dollface lighten up! I’m just giving yous a hard time. What ya do in the bedroom is -” “That’s not the reason I was screaming last night.” you say abruptly. Husk and Angel share a brief look of concern. “I’ve been having nightmares about tomorrow. Every single one ends the same and every time I wake up yelling out for him.” you throw back your drink and slam it against the bar. They continue to stare, speechless, while you stand to shimmy on your jacket. “We will make it through tomorrow, I promise.” Rule #2 D̷o̸n̷’̷t̵ ̴b̸e̶ ̸a̸f̴r̸a̶i̴d̵ ̶t̵o̶ ̸s̷h̶o̵w̸ ̴y̸o̶u̷r̴ ̴p̵o̴w̵e̵r̶ With a grim smile you walk out of the lobby, needing a walk and some fresh air. 

You only make it a few steps from the door when a voice calls out to you. Turning, you see Rosie sitting on a bench out front. Though you’d never formally met the woman you recognize her immediately from the Overlord meetings. She waves you over and motions for you to take a seat, “Ya know when Alastor came to me saying he fancied someone, I knew they had to be something quite special. He didn’t mention, however, what an absolute gem you are!” You share a bashful giggle. Alastor has talked about Rosie a few times in the past, always alluding to her being one of his closest friends since arriving in Hell.

“Thank you Miss Rosie. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you. We all truly appreciate your assistance with the cannibals. Will you be joining us tomorrow?” You make conversational pleasantries, as if you didn’t already know the answer. “Oh, of course! Though I might be more on the sidelines. The townspeople can get pretty rambunctious when given free reign.” Her sweet demeanor radiates much like Charlie’s. Even with the darkest thoughts spiraling behind your eyes, you can’t help but smile hearing her enthusiasm. 

A question pops into your mind. If anyone knows Alastor and his past, it’s Rosie. You look around to ensure no other ears are around, dropping your voice so it doesn’t carry, “Miss Rosie may I ask an unusual question? It’s regarding Alastor.” 

Her black eyes widen with curiosity, “Well of course darlin’. Anything at all! What’s on your mind?” You take a deep breath and focus nervously on your hands resting in your lap. “I know about his deal and I know about Lilith. Did he ever…have any feelings towards her? Or rather made her think he did in an attempt to sway her in some way?” As soon as the question leaves your mouth, a twist of regret and embarrassment sets in. Here you are, the night before possibly losing the most important people in your (after)life, and you’re asking mundane things like this. I’m so stupid…

“Oh my -” she sits back, taken off guard by such an inquisition. There’s a tense silence for a few moments which only makes your heart sink deeper in anticipation. A small smile returns to her face after having collected her thoughts, “Alastor has done a lot to get to where he is today. You’re aware of that I’m sure. When he spoke of Lilith and his plans, there was always something more sinister behind that smile of his. He only became truly passionate when he mentioned the power he would obtain and the possibility of being more than just an Overlord.” 

She sets a light hand on your shoulder. You turn to meet her gaze and her voice softens, “But in all my years of knowing Alastor, I’ve never seen him so smitten when talking about someone. I see how his eyes follow you around here. He holds the look of a man willing to set both Heaven and Hell ablaze for you. Does that help answer your question?” 

A warmth builds in your chest, you smile and nod through a few tears of happiness, “I think it does. Thank you.” Rule #1 B̶e̸ ̷o̵p̶e̶n̶ ̶t̷o̶ ̷t̴r̸u̸s̸t̵,̶ ̷b̸u̵t̴ ̶n̵e̵v̷e̸r̷ ̷d̶o̵ ̶s̴o̷ ̴b̶l̷i̴n̵d̴l̷y̶ You pat her hand still atop your shoulder. She takes your hand, fiddling with the few rings you have on, “You share something so special with him. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for you two.” She glances behind you and lights up, “Speak of the handsome demon - Alastor, dearie, how are you this evening!?” she waves at him while you try to brush away the tears without him noticing. “Ah, marvelous as always, my dear. I see you’ve already acquainted yourself with my darling other half?” his smile widens as he sets a possessive hand to your back.“Yes and she is just a doll! It’s almost unbelievable such a gal would become entangled with the likes of you!” Rosie teases playfully. She pats your arm and stands, “Such a pleasure to finally meet you, but it is getting late. I’m off to rest up for tomorrow. Have a wonderful evening you two.” She gives a quick kiss to Alastor's cheek, mumbling something to him before gliding gracefully into the hotel. Alastor slides in beside you on the bench, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around you. “Good company is never hard to find with Rosie.” he sighs contently, “How are you feeling, dear?” You snuggle closer and lean your head against his chest, “As good as I can I suppose.” He hums agreeingly. A comfortable silence falls between you. The closer he is, the more at ease you always feel. In the quiet of the evening an idea stirs. 

“I’ve been thinking Al…I know your contract limits your power. Maybe for the sake of tomorrow, we can try to break it before the fight?” His fingers tighten against your skin, “Absolutely not.” he answers sternly. You pull away, surprised by the brunt response, “But - it could be just what we need to -” He raises a hand and cuts you off, “I said no. We don’t know what predicaments that can cause.” A small pout makes your lip quiver. I only want what’s best for him. If it would help, I’d be more than willing to take that chance. His finger hooks under your chin to pull you closer, “I appreciate your sentiments dear but you will need to trust me on this. Everything will be handled in due time.” he whispers above your lips before closing the space. 

What starts as a soft peck swells into something more passionate. His hands smooth down to your waist and he presses into you hungrily. You return his intensity, threading your fingers through his hair. After a few moments you break away, breathless, “Don’t do that.” “Do what?” he pants through a smug smile. Your finger glides across his lower lip as your eyes burn into his, “Don’t kiss me as if it’s our last.” His toothy grin spreads under half-lidded eyes, “Of course it’s not! Though after tomorrow, I hope you know we will not be leaving our room for a few days. The heat of battle just might awaken something more between us.” he growls into your ear while his fingers tease the hem of your shirt. You giggle and push him away, “Let’s just try to get through the next twenty-four hours, shall we?” 

He chuckles, offering his hand, “As you wish. Off to bed then?” You take his hand and within a second you’re back in your room. Only a few hours of rest before battle, something that felt all too familiar. Your entire future in Hell relies on what happens tomorrow. You try to hold onto any bit of sheer hope as you relax against Alastor’s chest and drift off. Rule #4 T̷u̵r̷n̸ ̸y̵o̶u̵r̴ ̶w̵e̴a̶k̸n̸e̶s̶s̶ ̴i̷n̶t̷o̶ ̴s̴t̵r̵e̴n̵g̸t̷h̵

Everyone stands outside the hotel, weapons in hand. As Heaven opens up, Alastor’s shield forms around the perimeter. Only a few Exorcists make it through and they’re easily disposed of. “It’s working!” Charlie exclaims excitedly. 

Just when you think the last of the Exorcists are dealt with, Adam’s fist shatters the entirety of the shield. Shit - ready or not Al, here he comes. You continue to fight alongside the others, using your daggers in between healing some of the more vulnerable cannibals. Then it begins. 

Golden blood begins to drop from the sky. Cherry Bomb. Nifty. Your chest pounds reliving the very nightmare you’ve watched unfold multiple times. A shout of pain brings you out of your horror filled haze. You watch an Exorcist throw a spear into Rosie, luckily only hitting her shoulder. You swiftly toss a few daggers to drop the Angel and grab ahold of the Cannibal Overlord. 

“Miss Rosie, I got you.” You press a kiss to her hand, flinching slightly from the pain radiating through your shoulder. Her expression is both shocked and impressed, “Handy little thing aren’t ya? Thank you, dear!” She lovingly pats your face then begins tearing apart the Angel on the ground. 

The flickering of the neon above you makes your heart drop. You freeze, watching the battle on the roof. All the air leaves your lungs as Adam swings, only instead of hitting Alastor, you hear a metallic snap followed by a wail of pain. Fuck fuck fuck I need to get to him. As you rush towards the building a black shadow slides up your legs, holding you in place. “No! Let me go!” you scream to the ground.

An eerie silence falls over the battlefield. Charlie runs over and clings to you, “Please…it’s Pentious…tell me you can do something!?” She starts to sob into your shoulder, “Please…Adam zapped him and the Egg Bois…” she whimpers. You look around but don’t see them anywhere, “Charlie, I’m sorry. I can only heal what I can see and touch…I - I can’t bring back the dead…”

She screams out, transforming into her demon form and taking off on Razzle towards Adam. You remain held down by Alastor’s shadows. “Take me to him now!” you beg the shadow attached to your legs. Your pleas go ignored. Enraged, your hand begins to glow, “GET OFF!” you scream as your power pushes the shadowy fingers off your legs. Finally free, you continue towards the hotel. Before you hit the door a large blast rips through the center of the building, making the walls crumble around you. The shadows once again flood around your feet but this time the world around you fades out. Your body swims through darkness. In the past you’ve always been sent straight to another location. This time, however, he holds you within the shadows. 

After who knows how long, the world begins to fade in again. The demolished remains of Alastor’s tower surround you, clouded by dust and smoke. Being held in the shadow state for so long felt like being on a ship in a storm. You stumble to your knees trying to regain your balance. “Alastor?” You call out, coughing from the thick air. 

Pained grunts can be heard to your right. You stagger over and find Alastor sitting up against a broken beam. Blood gushes from a wound across his chest, “Damnit…” You mumble, straddling his legs to get a better look at the gash and keep him still. “Don’t!” He snaps as your hands run across his chest. 

You sit back on your heels with a puzzled look, “Don’t what? Heal you? Are you stupid? You’re going to bleed out!” You place your hands on his shoulders, pinning him in place, “Hold still, I can -” “I said don’t!” he shoves your body to the side and shuffles away from your reach. You freeze watching the blood continue to drip down his body. “I should have had him. He was weak!” he huffs angrily through the pain. “At least if this kills me, we won’t have to worry about Lucifer’s deal.” 

“Not funny.” you whisper, slowly crawling back towards him. He holds a hand out in protest, “You’re already weakened from healing the others. I don’t want to risk what this could do to you!” you ignore his resistance and continue to climb over him. Your legs cage him in and your hands gently press his body to the floor by his shoulders. His eyes flicker between red and black as he pants under you. 

“Please, my love, this is not your pain to bear. You’re not strong enough. Not after everything -” he pleads weakly through a raspy voice. His eyes begin to glaze over and his smile fades. You cup his cheek, grinning through teary eyes, “There was only ever one choice when it came to the deal with Lucifer. I love you, and I’d die a thousand times more if it meant saving you.” 

Before he can respond, your lips crash into his. He captures your screams of pain with his mouth. You feel his arms wrap around your writhing body as a hot white fire burns across every fiber of your being. You peek through blurred vision long enough to see a single teardrop fall from his eyes. 

He breaks the embrace and sits up to cradle you, “You stupid, stubborn, beautiful woman…” he coos while brushing the hair away from your sweat soaked face. You spasm in his arms, the fire still tearing through you, gasping for any air your lungs can contain. Your eyes start to roll back and he shakes you gently to keep you awake, voice wavering, “No, you don’t get to leave me now. There’s too much we still need to do.” 

Through the blinding pain, you feel him slip something onto your finger. He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I choose to never live without you.” He breathes against your skin. You can almost make out a bright glow of pink and green growing around you before your vision fades and your body goes limp in his arms. 

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you can write a fic where wednesday misses the reader? i love your writing and story

It was almost laughable, if not, pathetic for Wednesday as she witnesses co-dependency happen in real time before her eyes whenever she joined you and Enid in the quad. The way that the students would quickly manoeuvre their way around each other to their respective groups, as though in attempts to evades chance encounter with the inevitable solitude they’d all one day face upon their death beds. They feared the innermost voices of their consciousness and it’s council that it almost made Wednesday smile. Almost.

Wednesday was known to be anything other then obsessively needy and clingy, however as of recent she had found herself developing symptoms of co-dependency; How tragic. She would find her eyes actively search the swarm of students for you, her soul would sing falsetto unprovoked when she did meet your eyes, feeling the warmth as it rushed through her and her entirety at the implication of being within your presence once more, physical contact included or just sitting in comfortable silence. She would brood within the dark crevices of her room until the day she would hear the knock on her door, followed by the meticulous melody that was your voice calling out to greet her.

Enid and Thing watched from the vibrant and colourful spectrum of the shared dorm as Wednesday would stare longingly out of the wide window as rain splattered against it’s pane like translucent blood. “Is…is she moping or just being her usual self, I can never tell.” Enid said to the disembodied hand who did the equivalent of a shoulder shrug with his fingers. “You don’t know? Aren’t you like her relative or something?” Enid received a series of frantic tapping and another shrug. “Well your useful.” Enid sighed as Thing gave her a thumbs up.

Enid knew what was up with Wednesday but just didn’t want to say it so openly, knowing it was only going to get shut down by the Addams. You had been away for awhile now running a tutoring class on behalf of the teachers for those students who were behind on lessons or finding certain subjects difficult to grasp. This unfortunately meant that your time with Wednesday were cut short throughout the duration of the week except for the weekends; Today was Friday. Enid did herself and Wednesday a solid and looked at the time and saw that by this time you would’ve finished the session and were most probably on your journey here.

“What time is it?” Wednesday asked, not once taking her eyes off of the massive widow in front of her. “4:30pm.” Enid replied and Wednesday sighed, closing her eyes before opening them again to discreetly look over her shoulder and at the door for a good couple of seconds before returning to look out the window solemnly. Time was an accursed entity to Wednesday, it forced you both part for longitudes periods throughout the duration of the week; only to bring you back together for two measly days? Pathetic.

If Wednesday had it her way she’d be sitting next to you during these tutoring sessions, running a stricter regime in making sure that the necessary information would stay stuck in their thick skulls, instead of coming back daily to waste even more of your time that could’ve easily been spent with her! However the teachers asked you personally to see to that, not her and for that Wednesday damned those teachers for their conspicuous plan in separating you apart from one another. Their misery shall be slow and torturous, Wednesday would make sure of that.

Whilst Wednesday was contemplating her gratuitous revenge plans, a knock sounded from the front door and Enid got up to answer it; knowingly of who was on the other side as a smile was brought up by to her lips as she turned to look at her dorm mate. “Wednesday,” she sang, catching her attention as she raised her brows unamused at her, “guess who.” Enid then opened the door to reveal you stood in the doorway. “Heya my poison powder.” You said as you entered the dorm, crossing the room to hold Wednesday in your arms tightly as you felt her stiffen in your hold before melting.

“What kept you so long, you left me waiting. Again.” Wednesday said bluntly but you could tell that she was happy to have you with her once again that you didn’t her seemingly cold words to heart. “Would you believe me if I said that Ajax stoned himself again but in the hallway this time, so I had to move him to safety elsewhere?” You inquired playfully whilst gauging her unimpressed stare. “Didn’t think so.” You say softly as you pressed a kiss between her brows, taking note of how she seemingly pressed herself further into your touch, burning her head under your chin and into your neck as though she were a cat.

[owlespresso]

dogged pursuit. part 5 of ? / part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 summary: you've been appointed as the bodyguard of one doctor veritas ratio after a failed attempt on his life. he's easy to get along with, so long as you learn when to plug your ears and focus on his washboard abs. tags: filth below the tag, reader being a freak, bottom!Ratio, foot stuff(? mild if this tag is warranted), not beta'd

Revelation comes in the form of thin champagne glasses and another man’s lipstick on your cheek.

You don’t like to fool around on the job—you stand at the door of the ballroom while Veritas mills around with the rest of the guests, sloshing down more alcohol than you think is good for him. It’s probably the baseline amount he needs to tolerate all the talking heads floating around him, nameless IPC reps and rich folk with pearls around their necks. The kind of swooning crowd that heaps on nameless praise without knowing anything about him or any of his actual accomplishments. 

They don’t know him like you do, you think, stewing in your envy as people touch him. It’s always fleeting. A pat on the shoulder or a brief nudge from a passerby, but you still don’t like it. You want to be glued to him, stuck on that deep blue suit like a bloodstain. Instead, you’re stuck by the door with your hands shoved into your pockets, gaze scanning the perimeter of the place, barely fending off the encroaching emotion. 

You keep a careful eye on who walks in, who walks out. Your hawk-like gaze sticks tight to each guest, a silent warning. None of them really catch you off guard until a man— a pretty thing done up in pearlescent pinks, taller than you, stumbles on his way out. He nearly collapses into you with a pitiful kind of squeal. You act like any reasonable gentleman should and straighten him out, make sure he’s right and good before sending him on his way. He goes puttering off into the night with a flush on his cheeks, all the way down his throat. 

You don’t realize that some of his lipstick smudged on the apple of your cheek until Veritas finally comes over. It’s been an hour. That’s an acceptable amount of time to stick around. Just enough to be polite. The sky’s gone black, horizon lit by thousands of glistening stars, faroff galaxies.

He said nothing when he approached you, informing you crisply that it was time to return home. You thought nothing of it. These gatherings always frustrated him, congregations of “blithering fools” swarmed to him like flies to honey, blathering in his ear about potential research projects and hare-brained plans that he couldn’t be less interested in. Usually, though, he would tell you about it. He would fill the silence himself while you enthusiastically nodded along, as though you understood any of what he was saying.

But he had been quiet the whole way home. And when you had pressed him—

“You needn’t worry about how I found the event,” he nearly scoffed. “It looks like you had a delightful time yourself.”

One snappy statement lead unto another. Veritas seemed so determined to accuse you of something, but refused to specify. It was hardly the first time you’d been on the business end of his seething ire, but this time—it frustrated you. It made you want to tear your hair out, when you realized he was insinuating you had an intimate moment with a person other than himself. Because who else on this island have you even looked at for more than five seconds? No one! He’s been the sole recipient of your attention this entire time!

It made your vision blow red hot. Your lips curled into a snarl as you surged up on him, jamming your knee between his powerful thighs. His back hit the wall with an audible thump, his eyes blowing wide. 

“What. Are you talking about!? I’ve only been lookin’ at you! This whole time!” you snarled. Your hand fisted tight in his shirt, fabric crumpling beneath your white-knuckled grip as you leaned in real close, close enough to see the sweat on his brow. “So quit being such a damn brat.”

You’re not sure who lunged forward first. It all became lost in teeth and tongue, lips pressed so tight to yours that he could hardly get a breath in. You’re pretty sure it was you, but it was him who yanked you up the stairs. Him who pulled you into his room with all that strong-chorded muscle. Him who has his big hands on your waist, his lips kiss-swollen and his hair mussed up as he pants, face-flushed and fine suit knocked askew.

The ire from before is all but forgotten as you grab at him. Your fingers slide down his front, watching those buttons pop with unrestrained glee. It’s a fancy little number that twink over at the strategic department bought him. They clatter to the hardwood floor, the sound jolting him out of his stupor.

“You—” he begins, winding up to what’s doubtlessly another scolding, but you giggle and yank him close, teeth digging into the side of his neck. His words empty into a startled shout. One of your hands cups his head, threading into those dark locks to yank him down, while the other pulls at the sleeves of his suit. He seems to get the message. He abandons it with shaky hands, panting little breaths. Still, he glares at you, hawk-sharp as he dumps the now defunct garment onto a chair. “You will explain that to Aventurine should he ask why I am not wearing it at our next formal function.”

“Shut up about him,” you drawl against sweat salted skin. Your tongue encircles the blossoming bruise you’ve bitten into him. You feel him swallow beneath your greedy lips, lick the salt from his skin

You wrestle him out of his clothes and onto the bed. He lays out on his back for you. He looks suddenly—surprised to be there. Shirtless and flushed and wide-eyed. All this skin should be nothing new to you, but it feels new, because it’s just for you. His fat tits and thick biceps, the dips and curves of his abdomen, his skinny waist. 

“And do you know how annoying it was? To see all those people clinging onto your coattails? Whisperin’ in your ear? One of ‘em put his hand on your shoulder and I wanted to kill ‘em, Doc.” You confess, looming over him. Undoing his trousers proves to be a little more difficult, ‘cause if you ruin another expensive piece of clothing, he’ll probably get all pissy again. Clumsy hands fumble with his buttons until they’re undone, and then you’re practically clawing them down his legs with his boxers, watching with rabid-bright eyes as his cock pops free. It slaps against his lower tummy. 

“You’re—” Veritas breathes. His voice cuts off into a rattling inhale as your hand curls around the arch of his foot, bringing it with you as you climb atop the mattress, pulling his leg up, up, up. His toes curl, his thigh and calf twitching at the stretch. And his cock—thick and weeping hard, slides to rest atop his resting leg. He’s spread open for you, now. His golden eyes blow wide, a startled sound choked from his throat as he seems to process the reality of the position you’ve put him in. 

His fingers tense and knead at the sheets. His gaze flickers from your face, to the ceiling, to other places in the room. He doesn’t even seem certain of where he is, anymore. Perhaps too startled at how easily this all escalated to form a proper sentence. His skin is flushed deep pink, from his forehead to his chest. Kiss bitten lips swollen as he swallows.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“That’s not what I meant—seeing me in such a flustered and unwieldy state—you take some perverse pleasure out of it,” he rasps, hands continuing to flex atop the bedding. “Even earlier today, at the luncheon—”

“You think too much,” you sigh, and press your lips to the edge of his heel. And then your tongue. He jumps at that, and you laugh. You squeeze the arch of his foot, shifting your grip to rub your thumb over the met-head pat. “I just want you because you’re sexy, and smart, and it’s so easy to get you going when I pretend to be stupid.”

“You’re not stupid—wait, what do you mean you pretend?”

You ignore him. “Been thinking about your feet in those slutty sandals all day.” you drawl, lips cutting into a wide smirk, showing your teeth. 

He gapes, scandalized and momentarily rendered speechless. “You’re vile.”

An erumpent laugh bursts from deep in your chest. You finally relinquish your grip on his leg. He drops it onto the sheets, blushing like a fresh maiden. You slide down the mattress, knees dipping into the sheets on either side of his waist. His skin is like silk beneath your greedy fingers, chest soft and plump. Something on his chest gleams beneath the silvery moonlight and your brain grinds to a halt.

His nipples—they’re pierced. Silvery little rings embedded within the perking rosy buds.

“Doc, holy shit…” you gape, “Did you have these in all day?” You’re used to seeing his naked chest. At least one pec usually hangs out of whatever gossamer robe he’s thrown on for the day, but you’ve never seen him wear them. Roaming fingers roll beneath one of the little rings, your thumb stroking soft circles around his pebbled nipple. The bud hardens beneath your touch, rising and falling with his every stuttered breath. When you finally muster the strength to wrench your gaze away from his chest, to his face, he looks—flustered. 

“Of course I did,” he says, with a righteous anger he has not, in your opinion, properly earned. “You just weren’t paying attention.”

You suck his nipple into your mouth, and he arches. Broad hands seize your shoulders, but don’t move to pull you off. His fingers hook into the silken fabric of your shirt. His neck is a column of pale marble, exposed as he throws his head back. The metal is cold on your tongue. The tip teases at the ring, curling around it. 

And he’s sensitive. Sensitive in a wiggling, writhing way you hadn’t thought possible of such a stern scholar. The sculpted planes and curves of his body struggle against the sheets, against you as you hold him fast. His hips roll of their own accord, hard cock grinding against your thigh. When you pull off the abused nub, he shivers. He looks smaller when he’s beneath you, trembling like a cornered prey animal, exposed to the hot cattle prod of your gaze.

It stays on him, sharp and searching, as you scoot a little further down his body. Nose trailing down his pec. His skin smells like the nice soaps he uses. Lavender and lemon and ocean salts. He’s a little sweaty, too, slick in your mouth. Your teeth dig into the underside of his breast. The squeal that splits the air is so sudden, and so high, that it freezes you in place, lips pressed against his skin in an ‘O’. 

“Quit—gnawing on me like a—bone!” Veritas fumes, slapping your back. The blow is half hearted at best, a love tap in comparison to the level of strength you know he can muster when he feels like it. All of these petty little denials are for show, because he’s still content to stay and shudder beneath you. You hum into his heated skin, pulling back to drag your tongue over the mark your teeth have carved into that alabaster flesh.

Your lips skate down the perfect curves and rolls of his toned abdomen, refusing to part from his skin for even a moment. His tummy twitches with every touch, your tongue tracing deep v-lines, teasing the space beneath his belly button. 

Between his trembling breaths weave groans and soft sounds of his burgeoning pleasure. His wit has abandoned him, left him mindless in the cradle of your affections. 

“This entire time,” he rasps, and he sounds like he’s on the verge of a revelation. “You were—”

You seal your mouth around his cock, and his out loud thoughts whittle into moans.Those thick thighs perch on your shoulders, heels digging into your back.

[lostsyren]

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ the vip life 🍸🌺🍹 ・。.・✭・.

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{summary: a look into rafe and sofia’s thoughts at the party in season 3 episode 7 & a bit of context to their relationship}

{part 2: here}

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ “So this is the VIP life huh?” Sofia smiled over the red lip of her solo cup. She watched with sparkling eyes as Rafe smirked down at her, glancing around, before he answered.

“Hmn Yeah.”

Sofia had a lot of kooks who’d frequented the bar to try their lines on her, but they never took it further than that, always returning to their golf games, never to look her way again. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. Moving to the Outer Banks a couple months ago from Mexico had been hard…lonely. She’d only made one friend so far. So when this good looking guy, eyes the colour of the ocean, smile bright and winning, had approached her for the second time, she was taken aback… ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“Sofia right?” He’d said.

She was ducked under the bar, placing new stock away into shelves. Hearing her name, she jumped up with a sigh, quickly plastering on a smile.

“That’s me,” she chirped, putting on her customer service voice, “can I help you with anything?”

Rafe just laughed softly, eyes roaming her face, trailing down to her body. She prickled with confusion.

“You don’t have to speak like that with me, I thought we were chill.”

He was talking about their conversation earlier. As he asked for a glass of whiskey the two exchanged a couple words. He asked her for her name. She told him it, and then he said ‘thank you for the drink’. But that was it.

Now as the sun sank in the sky, the clouds tinged with orange and pink, he’d approached her again, whilst she unloaded stock behind the bar.

“Oh, hi I didn’t know it was you.” Her shift was ending soon and she was drained. She probably looked it too.

“My name is Rafe by the way.”

“Okay….” She said, quirking her eyebrow in confusion.

What was this? Despite being on the island for less than 4 months, she was aware of the discourse between the ‘kooks’ and ‘pogues’. The people who swarmed the country club were ‘Kooks’, which meant the people serving them were ‘Pogues’. So what was this Kook boy doing talking with her just as the bar was about to close?

Rafe chuckled tensely, hand palming the back of his neck.

Was he nervous?

“Is everything ok?” Sofia asked, mouth furrowing into a concerned frown.

“Yeah no– I’m good. I just wanted to say I’m having a party on Saturday. You should come.”

Oh.

“Huh?” She said, struggling to comprehend.

“Yeah, just give me your number so I can text you the address.”

And that’s how she ended up in Tannyhill, with Rafe Cameron’s arm slung around her shoulder.

The size of the house alarmed her, the huge white edifice looming over the landscape as she pulled up to his driveway, seemingly getting bigger as she approached it.

“You wanna see some more?” Rafe said, voice low. Tone suggestive.

Sofia’s stomach flipped, “yeah I’m down.”

“Great news, that’s great news, I’ll give you the grand tour,” he teased, pulling her into his body with his arm. Sofia laughed melodically, letting him lead her inside, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. The two slotted perfectly against each other, Sofia relishing the way he found every opportunity to touch her. She knew he probably only wanted to sleep with her. But she didn’t care– she also wanted the same. He was hot. Enthralling. Undeniable. For a moment she could pretend like she was one of the girls at the country club– not just its bartender.

They were about to enter, before she felt Rafe’s hand slide down her back. She turned to look up at him.

“Just give me like five minutes. I’ll meet you upstairs.”

She nodded, noticing how his hand seemed to linger on her lower back.

“Ok,” she smiled, exiting the balcony.

Sofia roamed the house, not really knowing much of the people there. She offered a couple of smiles, but not many people reciprocated them. She followed Rafe’s instructions and headed upstairs. The girls all seemed to throw her chary, frigid looks, casting whispers to their friends as she walked past. Sofia felt her skin turn red, feeling the scrutiny pierce her. She pushed the sensation away, hoping that Rafe would be quick.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Barry’s words left a stirring disquiet in his stomach.

The hint that he needed to remove Ward off the battlefield, as Barry had put it, swirling about in his mind.

Rafe downed his drink, letting the crystal glass clatter onto the table as he got up in a huff.

“Have fun Country Club,” Barry jeered, as he left the balcony, mood soured. He headed upstairs to Sofia. His nerves were frayed and Barry hadn’t helped, now his mind migrating elsewhere. Somewhere dark.

Despite his playboy persona, his exaggerated swagger and intense ostentation, Rafe hadn’t been like this in years. After what had happened to the Sheriff, he put the hedonism of house parties and the company of girls behind him, too consumed by a festering guilt.

But he was past that now. He could enjoy himself again.

He reached the top of the stairs. This floor was empty, the noise of the party filtering up from downstairs. He spotted her. She was standing by the table with all the framed photographs of the Cameron family, of them as kids, of them at Midsummers. He watched as she ran a finger through the dust coated picture frames, picking one of them up with a small smile. Rafe roiled with anticipation.

He supposed that was why he asked Sofia to come. He could’ve had any kook girl of his choosing, but he was afraid. He knew word got around in the country club circles– the pressure would be too much. Besides, most of them were mean. Vapid. Obsessive.

Sofia seemed sweet. He could tell she hadn’t been in the Outer Banks long since she didn’t know who he was. He liked that. There wasn’t any expectation for him to fulfil. Or for him to disappoint. By being Rafe Cameron…Whatever that meant.

He inhaled a short, sharp breath and approached her, slipping a hand around her waist from behind, “hey.”

Sofia jumped up slightly, letting out a little gasp, “oh my god you scared me,” she laughed spinning around to face him.

“Oh yeah? What are you doing snooping about my house then, Miss Sofia?” He teased, slotting his other hand around her waist too.

“Just looking at the pictures. You were cute as a kid.” Her smile was big and her eyes were shiny, the irises almost lined with gold. They reminded him of how the Cross of Santo Domingo burned in the fire. Golden and bright.

Fuck she was gorgeous– Rafe thought– especially for a Pogue.

“And what about now?” He probed.

He could see her eyes dilate, “still cute.”

Rafe felt his heartbeat waver.

“I’ll show you to my room.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Sofia walked into the vast space, the four post bed sprawling and plush, damask drapes lining each window, the chandelier casting light refractions across the creamy walls as the sunset spilled in through the glass.

“Woah.” Was the only thing she could say.

Rafe laughed softly behind her, shutting the door as he entered.

“Let me take that from you.” He said as he neared her, swiping the red solo cup out of her hand and placing it on the bedside table. She obliged, eyes tailing him, an amalgam of excitement and anxiety brimming in her.

The sun was setting, the sky getting dusky with the heady glow of late summer, the room awash in the colours of twilight. Sofia could see Rafe’s eyes shine darkly as he looked down at her.

“How did you find the party then?” He asked.

She smiled once again, finding it hard not to, “I had fun. Thanks for the invite.”

“That’s good– I’m glad. Uh you wanna sit down?”

Sofia nodded, letting him lead her to the side of the bed. Rafe seemed different now. The sharp confidence from before was replaced with a care and softness that surprised her.

The two were silent for a while, the music from the party sounding faint and far away and the soft shadows of the room felt warm and fuzzy. Rafe placed a gentle hand on her knee, contrasting the quick and easy ways he’d touched her throughout the day. This was deliberate.

“Can I…” he started.

Sofia nodded, “please do,” her voice close to a whisper.

His fingers inched up her thigh, his touch light like gossamer, trailing up to the strands tying her bikini cover up. He tugged them lazily, letting the fabric fall. Sofia’s chest rose and fell as she tried to level her breathing, watching Rafe with lidded eyes. His gaze roamed her body hungrily, the pupils growing darker.

His hands then moved to the side of her face, tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear. Rafe inched closer towards her, finally bridging the gap with a slow kiss, Sofia feeling her skin prickle in expectation.

Her hand shot to his face, cupping his cheek as he deepened the kiss, whilst pulling down the fabric of her dress, until she was left in nothing but her red bikini.

Rafe’s face lit up, the slow and deliberate movements giving way to a quick and fervid desperation as he swiped his polo shirt off in one swift manoeuvre, capturing Sofia in his arms and placing her head on the pillow as he caged her body with his.

She gasped at the sudden change in pace, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression.

“Sorry,” he murmured, confusing her countenance for fear.

“Don’t apologise, just come here,” she said with a dopey smile, pulling him into a kiss, as she hooked her arms around his neck.

“As you wish, Miss Sofia,” he teased, smiling against her lips at the nickname he’d given her.

His body was flush against hers, the two of them getting lost in a heady bubble of ecstasy as the party continued on downstairs.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The sun had set completely, the sky dark and the stars out. Rafe switched on a lamp, lying back in bed with his arms behind his head. Sofia was in the shower, the faint sound of water running the only thing he could hear in the room.

Everyone had left, the music had stopped. It was just them in the house. But despite how much fun he’d had with her, he couldn’t stop thinking about the inkling in his head– Ward needed to be gone.

The door to the en-suite creaked open, Sofia entering the room wrapped in a towel, rivulets of water running down her skin. She gave a smile, which Rafe reciprocated, sitting up on his elbow. He pushed away the dark thoughts that had wormed into his brain and honed on to her. She walked over to her discarded bikini and cover, picking the flimsy material up.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower.” She said sweetly.

“No problem.” Rafe replied.

“I guess I’ll be heading home then.”

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “what?”

“Yeah, I’ll get out of your way.”

Rafe got up out of bed, pulling on his boxers, “it’s late. You’ve had a couple of drinks. Just stay the night.” He walked past her towards his wardrobe, pulling out a clean shirt and handing it to her. “Here you can wear this.”

Sofia eyed the shirt. Then flicked her gaze up to him.

“You sure?”

He laughed softly, slightly puzzled, “yeah of course.”

Sofia accepted the shirt, giving him a funny look.

“I’ll look away. You get changed.” He said, walking back to the bed as she slipped it on.

She climbed in bed not soon after, lying down with a sigh.

“You’re not like how I thought you’d be.” She mused, glancing over to him quietly.

Rafe’s breath hitched, “is that a good thing or a bad thing.”

“Good. Definitely good.”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafe had fallen asleep. His back was turned to her, his soft breaths ebbing and flowing in the silence. She examined the constellation of freckles on his shoulders, scared to trace her finger through them in case he woke up. She turned around, lying face up to the ceiling.

Rafe Cameron confounded her. Even in sex, he’d flit from gentle to rough. From soft to callous. His fingers would grip her skin before dissolving into the most tender of touches. She’d feel his teeth clash against her own, before he slipped into a mellow pace, trailing his lips across hers like a feather. And now– wasn’t this a hookup? That’s the impression she got. So why was he being so….kind?

She was exhausted; Rafe really had tired her out. She fell into dreams soon after, the sumptuous bed sheets and silken pillows making it easy, the comforting presence of Rafe sleeping beside her making it even easier.

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The Super Mario Bros. Redux (Pt. 7)

What would happen if, in The Super Mario Bros. Movie, after Mario and Luigi are separated, Mario was the one who ended up in the clutches of Luigi’s eventual arch nemesis, while Luigi teamed up with some of his own close allies to go rescue him?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8 ________

Back in Evershade Valley, we return to a now far more quiet royal ballroom, where Mario's frozen portrait hangs on the wall over King Boos throne.

King Boo seems anxious, and when a lone boo approaches him his mood sours and he demands news on where is Boolossus.

The boo hesitantly explains that Luigi had captured Boolossus, and that word from the Birabuto Ghosthouse warns of an assembled Sarasaland army heading in their direction.

As the little boo talks, King Boo grows visibly angry, the magic of his crown flickering and distorting the room around them, but when the army is mentioned King Boo's mood shifts, and the room returns to normal.

"An army? You mean they're coming to us?" he cackles. "How stupid, but fine by me! Let's take a big boo breath, and blow them all away!"

We then go to the assembled army: a fleet of monoplanes of varying shapes and sizes, soaring through bright blue sky. Center of them all is a great winged airship where E. Gadd, Princess Daisy, and Luigi are congregated.

While Princess Daisy stands at the helm, steering the ship and giving orders to the surrounding fleet through the intercom, E. Gadd reviews the plan with Luigi:

The soldiers of Sarasaland will hunt down the missing pieces of the dark moon so that it can be re-assembled, thus returning the ghosts to their peaceful state. Then, while that mission serves as a distraction, Luigi will sneak into King Boo’s mansion, find the portrait gallery, and free all the hostages using a new attachment on The Poltergust.

After the professor finishes the debriefing he hands Luigi a piece of tech– one that looks like an exact copy of the hand-held device E. Gadd had used up to this point... the “Dual Scream”

Before E. Gadd can explain the purpose of the gift, the sky suddenly darkens with strange, unsettlingly familiar thunderclouds. From them emerge boos numbering in the hundreds.

The Professor is confused. He knew that the powers of King Boo were growing due to the gemstone in his crown, but he didn't think he was already strong enough to bring such a large army so far from their home.

Luckily, Sarasaland's monoplanes are well equipped to fight the phantoms. They flash bright lights to disorient, shoot bolts of ice magic, and move fast enough to outmaneuver the spirits.

However, the winged airship carrying Princess Daisy, E. Gadd, and Luigi isn't as speedy as the monoplanes. Though Daisy is a skilled pilot, and though the monoplanes form a barrier to keep the princess guarded, Luigi is still fighting desperately with The Poltergust to suck up the all the ghosts that get past their defenses.

Despite these setbacks, all seems to be going well until Princess Daisy spots a familiar figure in the distance. She alerts E. Gadd, who grows nervous upon seeing that King Boo himself has shown up to this fight.

"Princess, I'm afraid things are about to get really strange," he warns. "Tell your army to not trust their senses! They need to focus only on the boos and their fellow soldiers, anything else is an illusion!"

Princess Daisy hurriedly relays the announcement through the intercom, though it's clear that some pilots are already falling victim to King Boos tricks. A few planes fall out of formation, with one or two even crashing into allies in apparent panic.

Meanwhile, Luigi is also suffering the effects of the illusion magic. He loses track of the attacking spirits, distracted by images of mad dogs, clattering skeletons, and towering walls of purple fire that cause him to freeze up.

Professor E. Gadd can't make his way to Luigi's due to the boos swarming the deck between him and his apprentice, so he calls out at the top of his voice: "Luigi, my boy! Focus! Just keep sucking up the boos! Nothing else is real, I assure you!"

Luigi seems to heed the professors words. For a time he is snapped out of his paralyzed state and fighting back, until he sees something that causes him to stop listening completely: A portrait. A portrait of Mario, rigid and frightened, floating just out of reach.

Luigi tries to free his brother with The Pultergust to no effect. After a few failed tries, he puts away the nozzle and draws closer to the painting, reaching out to take hold of it...

Suddenly, the image of Mario attains a malicious smile, and the entire illusion disappears as Luigi feels the ground fall out from under him. A boo slams into his back, fully sending him hurtling over the edge of the airship and falling helplessly toward the mountains below.

Luigi can faintly hear Princess Daisy yelling his name as he plummets until the air whizzing past his ears and his own panicked screams drown out everything else. Flailing in utter helplessness, Luigi is unable to do anything other than brace himself as the ground rushes toward him.

Then, before he makes impact, something snatches him by the overalls and slows his descent.

He looks up, and there is Polterpup. The dog playfully drops him the final foot to the ground unharmed, where Luigi leaps up and wraps the dog in a grateful hug.

When he eventually releases Polterpup from the embrace, Luigi looks around to try and understand his surroundings. The land, while mountainous and rocky, is covered in flat landings of lush green grass. All around are blue warp pipes and square boulders carved with glowering faces that give Luigi a start when he first notices them. To his relief, they prove to be nothing but lifeless stone upon closer inspection.

Suddenly, the DS (Dual Scream) in his pocket rings and vibrates, once again startling poor Luigi. He clumsily pulls out the device and flicks it open to see E. Gadd's face on the upper screen, while data tracking surrounding spectral activity scrolls along the lower screen.

"Luigi! You're alive!?" E. Gadd's voice asks, crackly but audible despite the sounds of mayhem in the background. "I saw that your device survived the impact, but I didn't think you survived the impact too!" "Heh, yeah," Luigi answers with a smile, glancing down at a very proud looking Polterpup. "It's okey dokey. I-" "That was quite the leap you took! No parachute or tanooki leaf or anything! Sonny, how on earth are you alive!?"

Before Luigi can answer, the voice of Princess Daisy suddenly interjects. "No way!! Is that really him!? Is he okay!? Let me talk to him!" A flowery glove and a puffy orange sleeve slip into the view of the screen briefly before E. Gadd wriggles out of her grip. "Princess! Please! Focus on steering! We're still in the middle of a war zone!"

The princess could be heard saying something else, but she stays obediently at the ship's steering wheel while the professor continues. "Believe it or not Luigi, you couldn't have landed in a more perfect spot! Er... all your bones are still intact, correct?" "I think so?" "Perfect! Then I'm sending you coordinates to one of my labs. It just so happens that I've got a device in this very location that will make getting into King Boo's mansion easy! Even easier than if you hadn't gotten knocked off the ship, in fact!... if the device works, of course."

Luigi looks up at the sky. It is dotted with long smoke trails from damaged planes, and in the distance he can still see and hear the sounds of battle. "What about you?" he asks nervously. "And Princess Daisy? and-"

"Don't worry about it," E. Gadd assures. "Just focus on your side of the mission. This unexpected attack just means the army will have to split up earlier than expected to collect the pieces of the dark moon. Boos are stronger as a group after all, breaking them up will make them easier to deal with, and now that King Boo thinks you're dead and that The Poltergust is no longer a threat, we've got the element of surprise on our side!"

With that reassurance, the professor's face disappears from the screen, replaced with a map and little flashing arrows indicating which direction Luigi should go. Luigi, with little other choice, gives Polterpup a gentle smile as he starts heading in the assigned direction.

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Bar Shift: Part 4 (Finale)

And just like that, this little collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed reading my writing as I develop my style.

Word Count: 3,407

Part 3 here.

You immediately found Tori and gave her a warm hug and dismissing her from her duties before seeking out Jacob.

“What’s on the agenda?” you asked him while picking up a rag and beginning to wipe down the bar.

“I’ll do the till and start getting knock-offs ready for the chefs, if you start shutting down the unoccupied areas and chuck on the closing setlist,” he nodded at you with a warm smile, “don’t worry, I’ll leave Sanji’s for you.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” you smiled at Jacob and continuing to wipe down the bar and collect empty drinking vessels, “anything interesting happen while I was on my fifteen?”

“Oh, the usual,” he shrugged, “some green-haired swordsman challenged the broody swashbuckler to a duel. I’m placing my bets on the wine-drinker, to be honest with you.”

You hummed in response before making your way over to start cooling down the room with a slow set-list. You shuffled the bar regulars into the broader communal space and bid farewell to the ones done with their dining experience at Baratie.

“Hello pumpkin,” you heard Patty call from behind you. You groaned in response, knowing he was going to playfully jab at you regarding your encounter with Zeff earlier in the morning.

“Hello, you crusty old peppercorn,” you jabbed back at him, causing him to laugh in response. A swarm of chefs entered the bar area, their white chef’s jackets, blue cravats and tall hats removed from their bodies to reveal their casual underclothes.

“Got anything special for knock offs?” he asked you with a warm smile. You collected an empty pitcher formerly containing an amber ale and held it in your arms as you wiped down the surface.

“Jacob’s getting some beer ready for you, if you’re keen,” you responded offhandedly.

“I am absolutely keen, sweetheart,” he responded, clapping a firm hand on your shoulder affectionately. You scrunched your nose at him before ushering him out of your way so you could continue packing down the bar.

After you collected the final miscellaneous pieces of glassware in your arms and placing them in the sink behind the bar, you decided to commence the task of creating something special for Sanji to enjoy. Sure, you’ve shared a bottle of wine or two between you, but after the meal he prepared for you earlier this morning; you couldn’t just bring out any old thing.

You pursed your lips and looked to the vast amount of ingredients laying before you. Several different whiskey varieties, vermouth, wood chips, citrus and rum were calling to you specifically. You then allowed a broad smile to fall over your face.

“What’s got you smiling like that?” you heard Jacob call over your shoulder. You turned to him with a determined look on your face.

“Oh no,” he said with a mock surprise, “you’re going to bring out the big cannons, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes I am,” you responded cracking your neck slightly at the challenge.

“You’re gonna do the Rum Martinez?” he asked you with a quirked brow.

“I’m gonna do the Rum Martinez,” you confirmed with a nod of your head, a smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“Good luck,” he said, patting your back before returning to line up several tankards of amber ale for the chefs as they arrived at the bar.

You collected apple tree wood chips, a blow torch, semi-sweet vermouth, maraschino liqueur, rum bitters and a bottle of one of the finest rums you had on the menu. You placed a tea strainer next to the bar, an empty corked decanter, a cocktail mixer and three glasses on the counter as you began your assembly. You also began rolling three cigarettes and placing them on the counter for later assembly.

As you began assembling this overly complex cocktail, you paid no mind to the amount of your coworkers watching your movements. One set of eyes you were particularly unaware of belonged to your boss, who decided to join his staff for a drink after retiring for the night. He quirked his brow as he saw you reach for the special reserve rum, but chose to remain quiet and not protest at the use.

You used the blowtorch to ignite the woodchips, setting the semi flame-thrower down and immediately dampening the chips with a maraschino cherry reduction. You placed the uncorked decanter over the smoke and successfully syphoned the fumes into the glass container, corking the bottle one completed. You set aside the now cloudy decanter and discarded the woodchips in the compost bin beneath the bar.

You moved on to preparing the liquids for this complex cocktail, pouring equal parts special reserve rum and the semi-sweet vermouth into the cocktail shaker. You brought a small, long armed teaspoon and placed a small portion of the maraschino liquor onto it before moving to place the spoon within the liquid. You scooped some ice into the metal shovel and placed several pieces into the liquid, twirling it to cool it down to a lower temperature for a solid minute.

 “What are you making there, sweetheart? Looks overly complicated for a simple knock-off,” you heard Carne call over to you, prompting you to smirk in response.

“Leave her alone, Carne,” you heard your boss order the line cook, prompting your eyebrows to slightly raise, “I’m allowing it, just this once.”

You smiled to yourself, making a mental note to ask for permission, forgiveness and gratitude at him in future.

You brought the tea strainer to the liquid and moved it to the cloudy decanter, timing it in your mind.

“Uncork, strain, recork, swirl, uncork, sift” you repeated three times in your mind before you hyped yourself up enough to undertake the task.

You timed it perfectly: uncorking the smoke-riddled decanter, sifting the rum mixture into the jug without missing a drop, recorking the neck and you began to swirl the mixture within the walls of the glass container.

Sanji walked up from below deck, smiling at Patty and unbuttoning his wrists from his floor uniform and rolling them up. He walked over to the seat Zeff was atop, noticing the intensity of Zeff’s gaze at something behind the bar. He followed his gaze to fall directly on you, rotating a darkened liquid within a cloudy decanter. He smiled as he watched your concentration while you rotated the decanter for the final time, successfully imbuing the apple tree wood-chips into the liquid within.

He took a seat on the bar stool directly beside Zeff, which drew your attention immediately to the two kitchen superiors in front of you.

“Evening Chef,” you acknowledged Zeff first with a nod, “sous-chef,” you nodded at Sanji.

“Evening, Pumpkin,” Zeff responded with a small chuckle, “what are we having?”

You laughed at his question, knowing he would absolutely want a sample of this overly complicated concoction you had assembled: which was why you brought out three glasses instead on just two.

Although he had a complex relationship with the blonde sous-chef when it came to sampling new dishes; when alcohol was involved, his tastebuds were prepped and ready to participate.

“It’s called a Rum Martinez,” you said with a broad smile, placing two crystal short glasses in front of the two leaders of the kitchen. You uncorked the crystal decanter and began pouring 90mls of liquid into the three glasses in front of you. You smiled as you felt the gaze of both Sanji and Zeff completely fixate on the dark liquid as you poured it.

Zeff reached for the glass, prompting you to reprimand the chef.

“Tsk, tsk, impatient as always, Chef,” you scolded him, prompting him to release a low growl. You laughed at his reaction, reaching for the three cigarettes and bringing the filter end to your lips before reaching for the lighter in your lefthand pant pocket. You flicked the flint and ignited the ends of the three cylindrical objects before collecting them from your lips while exhaling away from your guests. You placed the cigarettes with the filters facing your head chef and sous chef with a smile, before doing the same with your own.

“This seems like an overly complex way to propose, but I accept,” Zeff laughed, reaching again for the glass which you finally allowed him to collect. You scrunched up your nose and felt again a blush rise to your cheeks in semi-embarrassment. Sanji laughed at your reaction and leaned in to collect his own glass, placing the cigarette between his lips and inhaling the nicotine ridden object while closing his eyes. As he held the smoke in his chest, he took a small sip of the rum cocktail and held it on his tongue. He released a long breath as he focussed on the burn your cocktail left on his tongue as his senses became engulfed by the flavours you presented before him.

“You’re a bit late, Chef,” Sanji exclaimed with a small smirk, “apparently we’re already married.”

You laughed at his comment, picking up the cigarette and drawing in a long breath while bringing the liquid to your lips and taking a sip. You exhaled the smoke through your nose while you gulped back the dark contents and savoured the burn it left behind.

You and Sanji exchanged glances now and again while you continued to aid Jacob in packing down the bar while refilling the tankards belonging to the chefs before you. You placed your glass down behind the bar while you wiped own the bar for the hundredth time this particular shift before removing the till and locking it, placing it in the safe below the bar.

“And I’m done,” you heard Jacob say next to you, “I’m cutting Carne off, by the way. No more for him.”

You laughed at his comment while welcoming him into an embrace as you felt the relief of completing a successful shift with your coworker.

“Well done, Jacob,” you laughed with him, finally feeling a tiredness overcome your body. Jacob held you there slightly before bringing you in to murmur quietly to you.

“I’ve decided I’m covering your split-shift tomorrow,” he smiled at you. You widened your eyes in shock, a large smile widening over your cheeks.

“You’re joking,” you exclaimed in delight.

“I am absolutely not,” he again murmured to you, “now go get your man.”

You laughed at him before playfully hitting his arm in response to his comment. You then looked over his shoulder to see Sanji looking at you with a vacant expression while engaging with Zeff.

“I’ve already marked it on the roster and signed you out,” he further clarified while exiting the bar to join the chefs for his knock off.

“You’re amazing, Jacob,” you called after him before turning to walk back over to Zeff and Sanji.

Zeff began rising from his place on the stool, and turned to exit the bar.

“Heading in, Chef?” you asked him with a smile on your face.

“Yes, love,” he responded with an exhausted expression on his face. You reached forward and patted his arm gently.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for inventory,” you chirped lightly at him, extending familial warmth to him.

“You absolutely will not,” he growled, “Jacob is covering for you. I’m going to teach him inventory. Enjoy your day off.”

You laughed at him before he dismissed you to make your way over to Sanji who was resting his elbows against the bar while waiting for you.

“Finally,” he exclaimed when you joined his field of vision, prompting you to tilt your head to the side coyly.

You retrieved your glass containing the complex drink you made earlier and brought it to your lips, knocking back the remainder of the liquid.

“Finally,” you confirmed with him after swallowing the flame-like, smoky liquid. He looked down at the bar bashfully before returning his gaze to you.

“When do you start tomorrow? I should let you turn in,” he said, a small amount of sorrow expressed in his tone.

“As it so happens,” you began while reaching for a bottle of sangiovese and collecting two wine glasses, “I’m off tomorrow.”

Immediately Sanji widened his eyes and extended a solid grin your way.

“So, I can keep you up past your bed time, then?” he asked you playfully, his grin turning into a small smirk at the corner of his lips.

“Honey,” you taunted him with a mischievous smirk, leaning your body over the bar to bring your face closer to his, “you can keep me up all night long.”

His playful glint fled from his face as he shifted his gaze between your eyes, flittering to your partially parted lips in complete silence at your comment. All playfulness seemingly fell from your face in turn, unsure as to if your comment was crossing some unwritten line between you and your coworker. The words truthfully fell from your lips faster than your brain could keep up with them, allowing your little proximity crush to possess your lips as they spurted those flirtatious words.

He suddenly removed his elbows from the bar and brought his hands to cradle your face between them and hungrily placed his lips against yours. You heard him sharply inhale through his nose as he opened his mouth to deepen the connection shared between you. You let out a small squeal at the passion of his actions and widened your eyes in shock at the haste of his sudden expression of desire. He held your face in the palms of his hands before snaking them to the back of your neck with a light moan as he gently massaged his fingers into the hairline at the nape of your neck. And as soon as the connection was brought between you, he pushed himself away from you and released his hands from behind your neck. His newly reddened lips were parted and his eyes were wide seemingly as in shock as you were at the wild intensity that his body voiced to you.

“I am so sorry,” he spluttered apologetically at you, refusing to bring his off-guard gaze to meet yours. You bit your lip and looked at the bar, still in shock from the kiss you shared with him.

It felt like a full century had passed between you, although in reality it had only been a few seconds of uninterrupted, awkward silence. You turned your head and softened your gaze to look at the young sous-chef in front of you, as he continued to fixate his sights on the polished wooden bar in front of you both. Partially fuelled by the flaming liquid you consumed earlier and the knowledge that Sanji potentially returned your formerly unrequited infatuation with him, you mustered up some courage to perform something you never thought you would.

You hoisted yourself on top of the empty bar in front of him, tucking your knees beneath you to sit on top of your calves. He snapped out of his trance and brought all of his attention to your actions. You reached down and grasped his jaw between your hands, lifting him to plant his feet on the ground rather than remaining sitting atop the wooden stool. You allowed your hair to cascade over your shoulder as you leant down and brought your lips against his own for the second time tonight.

It was Sanji’s turn to be in complete shock as you began to physically return the kiss he planted against your lips moments prior. You laced your fingers in his hair and raked it away from his face while tilting his jaw up for you to deepen the kiss. You rolled your head slightly while teasing the entrance of his mouth by flickering his bottom lip with your tongue.

The small flick of your tongue seemed to break his trance as he reached up and wrapped his bare arms around your thighs and hoisted you off the top of the bar; prompting a delighted gasp to escape from between your lips. In one swell movement, he sat your body on his lap as he took a seat once more atop the bar stool. He moved his arms from beneath your legs to allow you to relax now, fully sat on his lap, choosing to embrace your lower back with his right hand to secure your body against his own. His left hand moved to the space between your shoulder blades and pulled you flush against his torso as he moaned into the kiss.

You felt him smile against your lips as he moved his own tongue out to flick playfully at your own. You gasped at that small flicker, using your tongue to move beneath his and caress the small piercing located beneath his tongue you saw earlier this morning. He moaned in response to you finding the small piercing, which prompted you to laugh slightly into the kiss.

He stood once more, gently lowering your body to your feet without breaking the kiss. You moved your hands down to his neck, successfully locating his navy tie hanging loosely from his neck. You successfully laced your hand around it and used it to lever him closer against you to maintain some semblance of control in this completely unforeseen turn of events.

Sanji grinned into the kiss before being the first to pull away from your grip. He looked at you through half-lidded eyelashes with a look of pure adoration overcoming his features. You attempted to bring his lips against yours for a third time, but he stopped you from continuing your assaulting flurry of passionate kisses. You widened your eyes at his actions, again assuming you somehow misread the situation unfolding between you.

“I’m sorry, Sanji,” you gasped out in shock, apologising for your sudden intimate outburst.

“No apologies necessary, princess,” he replied with a bashful smile, “I was very much enjoying our little kiss and I want nothing more than to kiss you again.”

You quirked your head to the side and released his tie from your restraining grasp, opting to lace them behind his neck instead. He continued to hold your lower back in an embrace, tracing small circles into your skin.

“What’s stopping you from kissing me again now?” you asked him, creasing your brows in confusion but continuing to smile at the blonde chef. He exhaled a light laugh before nodding his chin to the corner of the bar.

You shook your head before following his gaze to meet with the beady and ever watchful eyes of the Den-Den Mushi Snail Zeff had placed in the corner of the bar earlier in the year to catch potential thieves from stealing liquor and berry from the till. You froze against him, prompting him to laugh again at you before caressing your cheek to return your gaze to seek out his own.

“That was watching the whole time?” you hissed through gritted teeth at him.

“I only just noticed it myself,” he took a deep breath through his nose and held it slightly, “just before you decided to crawl over the bar, to be completely honest.”

You groaned and pressed your forehead against Sanji’s chest in an attempt to shield you from further embarrassment. You felt him smile as he pressed his lips to the side of your head and held you in an embrace.

“C’mon,” he said, capturing your chin with his thumb and index finger and bringing your eyes to meet his, “let’s go to the kitchen. We’ll break in to the old man’s office, take back any pictures the bloody thing took and I’ll cook you anything you want.”

You smiled warmly at him and pressed your lips against his in what was intended to be a partially chaste kiss. Instead; he held your chin firmly and continued the kiss, chasing your lips as you intended to pull away from him with his own. You smiled against his lips before patting his chest to signal for him to break from your lips.

“Enough,” you emphatically scolded him in a playful whisper before pulling away from his embrace and briskly making your way towards your boss’s office.

“You’ve been teasing me over these past few years, what do you expect?” he called after you with a teasing tone. You chose not to acknowledge his taunt, which caused him to bite his lip before twirling his piercing between his teeth and follow closely behind you.

[makeitagood0neao3]

Weather Me To Nothing (2/4)

Pairing: Dark!Paul Atreides x Female!Reader

Word Count: 3,770

Summary: Reader is the heir to the throne with an impossible choice to make. Torn between protecting her sisters and finding her way in the universe, will she make the right choice?

Warnings: Dark!Paul Atreides. 18+ only! Explicit sexual content. Arranged Marriage. Non con. See tags for more.

A/N: Thank you for still being here! Marry in the morning, earn your bitter father, It's easier to try not to eat.

Read Part 3

That evening, you entered the dimly lit dining hall without your guard. Opting for a lighter dress with a breathable material, you kept your shawl around your shoulders. The table is ridiculously long and the commander at the head of it positioned so his power wouldn’t be questioned. You are on Arrakis and, for the time being, that belonged to Vladimir Harkonnen. He didn’t rise when you entered, but opened his arms wide as you approached his left.

“The Princess returns. A visit from you has been long overdue!”

“Thank you for your hospitality, Vladimir.” You offer him a bow of your head as you approach. Unable to stand, he remains in his chair. Vladimir is like your father, often speaking indirectly and in political avoidance. Feyd-Rautha requires a firmer hand, a more direct approach, while this adversary is a longer play. “You shouldn’t have gone to the trouble.”

A large section of the table is full of large platters, filled with food. Too much for two people, even with his appetite. Most of it will go to waste, while the rest of the inhabitants on this planet starve. The distinction between wealth and poverty in this Empire has become staggeringly large. The divide is growing larger everyday. That has to be creating an unrest amongst the Fremen. How long can they continue to live like this?

“For the beloved daughter of the Emperor, we would spare no expense. And if it’s wealth you’re concerned about, we have an endless supply.” His greedy smile is enough for you to lose your appetite. Was that the last look Duke Leto saw?

You take your seat and as a pale, hairless girl fills your glass. Her onyx eyes are so large you can’t see anything surrounding them. You don’t want to drink, but her hand shakes as she pours so you offer her a reassuring smile, not interested in adding to whatever abuse she already receives. Your appetite has not returned from your first wave of spice ingestion.

“Your nephew explained that spice production has never been higher.”

“Yes, made possible with your father’s generous gifts. To House Carrino,” he says, raising his glass to cheers yours. Before you can reply, the doors open once more, Vladimir’s attention stolen from you.

“Uncle, we have secured the location for tomorrow.”

“This is a dinner without business. Sit, you’re late.” Vladimir’s command to his loyal dog is instant. Feyd-Rautha takes his seat across from you, in his rightful place as Vladimir’s right hand man. He’s had access to you much more than you’re comfortable with.

“Where?” You ask Feyd the moment he sits. He looks to Vladimir for permission to proceed and gets it.

“At the top of some rock formation an hour south.”

“You don’t sound familiar with this location. How do you know it isn’t swarming with Fremen?” You asking, tilting your head in disbelief.

“We have killed hundreds of Fremen since re-taking Arrakis, my lady. There aren’t many left.” Vladimir’s tone shifts on lady, as if he soothing a child.

“Why can’t he come here? Arraken is the safest place.”

Feyd looks to his uncle in an ‘I told you she’d make this difficult’ way that makes you want to throw something at him. They are offering you up to the desert like a lamb to the slaughter.

“We will have Sardaukar on the ground the entire time. It’s best to let the young Duke believe he is in control. Your safety is our priority.” Vladimir offers what he probably thinks is a smile, but comes across as cold. You open your mouth to retort, to show him this is flawed when the impatient Feyd cuts you off.

“We need him to die in the desert.” Feyd’s expression is a sneer. His deep set black eyes hold no remorse, no compassion for the soon to be death of Paul. You feel that he has given you a clue. Something obvious you’re missing in the puzzle.

“The disposal of the Atreides family was… sloppy.” Vladimir’s sneer toward Feyd-Rautha is unmistakable, no doubt regretting putting Rabban in charge of that. “It drew attention from the surrounding Houses. Houses that favored the Duke and didn’t take his removal lightly. They have been talking, asking questions.”

“What sort of questions?”

Vladimir ignores you and keeps one forearm resting on the table while the other moves, gathering more food for his large plate. It’s clear the effort it takes for him to move just one arm. In the years it’s been since you’ve dined with him, he has also aged. The weight of his enormous body catching up to him.

“Will the Emperor kill their families if they answer his call, too? Or are the Harkonnen’s assassins for hire now? What’s stopping any one of them from taking over Arrakis and reaping the rewards?” Vladimir doesn’t seem bothered with this questioning.

“They could never be successful here. We have been here for generations,” Feyd-Rautha’s lip curls at the audacity that any other family could rule here.

“And finishing off the remaining family will stop the chatter?”

“It will show them what we do to those who try to come between us and the dune,” Feyd spits out. His uncle has programmed his rage expertly. “It will show them how savage the Fremen really are.”

Your eyes narrow, fork placed back onto the plate as you realize what you should have seen all along. The final piece falling into place.

“You want the other Houses to think the Fremen killed Paul.” If the Fremen are willing to kill their savior, the one they’ve waited generations for, then they have no loyalty. It’d be a betrayal equal to what your father did to the loyalty of Duke Leto. It shows the galaxy they do not answer to anyone and if they don’t stand for good, then they will not gain the support of any House to rise up against the Harkonnens. It isolates them in their seitches. It makes them vulnerable. The only thing stopping him from blowing up parts of the planet is the humanitarians in the galaxy who forbid it.

“Perhaps you have the gift of sight, after all.” Vladimir sees your mind churning over this information, running the data, evaluating the casualties. You don’t even dare to consider the death toll.

You must give credit where it is due. Feyd-Rautha may be the one coordinating this plan, but the conception is all Vladimir. Feyd has never been the face of the family, only the next in line to inherit it. He’s still too primal, too unpredictable without the direction of his uncle. He is a pawn in this game, as are you, under the thumb of Vladimir. The lengths he will go to grow his wealth is staggering. Left unchecked, he could become more fierce, gaining followers to hunt down the Fremen simply by instilling fear.

“And what happens after?” You keep your tone unbothered, as if the thought of killing someone wouldn’t tear you apart, wouldn’t ignite the extinction of an entire people. This bargain you have made is suddenly much more complicated than originally predicted.

“The plan is for you to leave for your father’s ship immediately following Paul’s death. It will be too dangerous for you once the Fremen find their savior dead,” Vladimir says between chews. “As the new widow to the last heir of Atreides, who barely escaped with her life and saved by the Baron, the safest place for you while we subdue the Fremen is with your father.”

“Your evacuation is my responsibility.” Feyd’s voice is low, his eyes watching you like the griffin of his family crest. Eyes of a hawk, patience of a lion, and the claws to keep you in his clutches. You won’t let that happen.

“I think that’s best. My father will want to settle his side of this arrangement with me once I return.” You keep your voice casual, trying to gage how determined Feyd is to keep you close. If you leave for another planet, it will take him too long to gain access to it and in turn, you.

Feyd smiles at this, gazing at his uncle. Vladimir’s eyes are set upon you, the finality in his stare tells you everything you need to know that this will not be leaving your father’s Flagship. He leans over towards you, his imposing size too close for your comfort. He is intimidating, but you are the daughter of the Emperor and will be damned if this man sees your fear.

“House Harkonnen is risking intergalactic war against the Empire for not only the execution of Duke Leto, but also his son. Do you think your father would just reward us with new harvesters and a permanent residence on Arrakis?”

“He would let me pick any one of his daughters. And Rabban, too.” You stare Feyd down, noticing the twitch in his eye. He isn’t used to verbal combat and he’s met his match. He showed his hand too quickly, but it still catches you off guard.

“The youngest two aren’t old enough.” Your sisters will never be married to anyone in House Harkonnen. They are vile, cruel. Your sisters are soft, kind and too young. They will always be too inexperienced for men more than a decade older than yourself.

“We can wait. A long term payment plan.” He thinks he’s clever, but he has you in a corner. “Rabban is unaware of this possibility.” So there’s time. You may not have much of it, but your sisters have their whole lives and you will ensure they get it.

As much as you hate him, you could never allow your sweet sisters to be subjected to this family. Your father's leash on you has only tightened since your first sentence here, but you would take the choke chain around your throat instead of your sisters.

“What is the price of clearing my father’s debt to you for this… act of loyalty?”

“Feyd-Rautha has been very patient, Y/N. Your father and I believe the match will not disappoint.” It’s the first time either of them have said your name or really acknowledged you as a woman independent of the Emperor. Vladimir is a master manipulator, waiting until this moment to appeal to you in the way you’ve always wanted to be. To be the one to have a decision in your fate.

You nod your head, nausea burning through your stomach. They are unaware of your infertility, or at least Feyd is. He will be rewarded for being a good dog, but won’t get the chance to become out of control if he has children. Children of Feyd would destroy an entire planet.

In turn, your father transfers his ownership of you to the one person with a heavier hand than himself. Marrying you off the man who ‘saved’ you after your husband was murdered is exactly the way he would gain the positivity of the Empire. The Harkonnen maniac who instills fear in all, the savior of a daughter to the people’s most beloved Empress. May she rest in peace.

You won’t get away with sending anonymous messages to other Houses. You will end up on one of two of your most hated planets in the known universe. The Geidi Prime or Arrakis. And who knows what his reaction will be when you he realizes you are infertile. But if it protects your sisters, if it pleases your father and buys them time, maybe they can choose their own path, too.

The whole plot is diabolical and you bought into it for the reward of peace. Of being left alone on a planet far away. You should have known that would never be allowed to happen.

“I accept the debt,” your voice is a rasp, your throat burning as you try to suppress the scream you want to release. The decision is heavy, but you feel numb. It must still be the effects of the spice. Vladimir raises his glass between you and Feyd-Rautha. He’s beat you, the studious strategist.

“Your father will be pleased!” It’s the most enthusiasm you’ve ever heard from Vladimir. Your assumption that past strategies translated over into the present was wrong. The rules are different when it’s man vs woman. You won’t be tricked again.

You summon your fiercest predator gaze and raise your glass to meet theirs in the air, the spread of food rotting before you.The air in your bedroom is warm, even though the sun set hours ago. You watched it set beyond the horizon before your guard ushered you inside, insisting that being out in the wind with your sensitivity to spice was not safe.

Unbearably warm, you’ve removed your dinner dress and are in a night slip that stops mid thigh, the satin doing little to cool your skin. The strap slithers off your shoulder, loose and tickles your skin. This is the heightened awareness you’ve always felt on Arrakis. The paranoia of the future preventing you from sleeping.

The bed you lie on rests inside the alcove carved into the dense stone. Its sharp angles and clean modern lines add to the sterile room too large for its purpose. Everything built by the Harkonnens is grand, taking up as much space as possible. For someone with your condition, you don’t mind how open it is.

Above your head, the plate of gold spanning the wall has elegant coy fish carved into it. If you unfocus your eyes, they appear to move. The light from the wall lamp catches the scales and reflects off it as if it were truly an image in water. Meticulously crafted, ornate and unique.

You’ve slept in this room before, when you stayed on this planet for an entire standard year. The bed is familiar, yet sleep will not take you. Not when you know this the bed your future husband spent his nights in before the attack. Your body is heavy, but your mind is relentless.

Mulling over the details of tomorrow brings you no peace. There isn’t a way out of this, at least not one you can see. If Paul doesn’t kill you on sight in revenge for his father, what will you say to him? From what you’ve been told about Paul, he is honorable, like the Atredies men before him. He’s observant and rumor has it he sensed a Hunter-seeker and destroyed it before he killed him. A rare feat.

Yesterday, you would have considered yourself honorable. There is honor in saving your sisters, but will there be any humanity left when you achieve it by means of murder? After the death of your mother, your life became your sisters and protected them from your father’s harsh expectations. You swore to never let any harm fall upon them and would rather drink what’s in the vial than subject them to knowledge of this arrangement you’ve agreed to.

Once Paul is dead, you could leverage the remainder of your soul to Vladimir to prevent unnecessary bloodshed of the Fremen. What he will want, you do not know. Perhaps he wants to elevate himself from a businessman to a political position. You could help him achieve a seat in the court.

Perhaps you are more similar to your father than you thought. Playing into this game, going all in with the risk of losing it all, is exactly what he would do. Allowing the death of one to get what you want, even if the intentions are not purely for you.

Your life as the wife of a Harkonnen will be greatly different. And a shudder runs through you at the thought of sharing a bed with the most detested creature. In this moment, you are grateful for your infertility, perhaps it will gain you sympathy. Harkonnen women are bred to be mothers and healers. If you cannot conceive, you have no doubt you will have the pity of the majority, seeing you as less than worthy of children. Being the daughter of the Emperor, you have never received the pity of anyone. You’re almost disgusted with yourself, stooping so low to manipulate people into feeling sorry for you after you murder one of the last innocent men in the galaxy.

There is a knock so faint you think you imagined it, until it comes again. Rolling over to face the door, it opens without waiting for your response. You are not in power here. You sit up, pulling the strap of the slip over your shoulder again.

The same hairless girl with large, black eyes stands in the doorway with a small metal tray in her hand. Her eyes are cast at the floor in fear and you know why. Behind her, Feyd-Rautha casts a shadow over her as he moves around her and enters your private room. At the sight of him, you pull the sheet higher up to cover your front.

Casual, he’s removed his bulky black armor and wears a matte black tunic over loose pants. He’s barefoot, which shocks you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him out of his armor. It’s unnerving to think the barriers between you both are crumbling, that one day soon you will see him this casual often. In your room, in your bed. He doesn’t even appear to have a single weapon on him, though he could tear a man apart with his bare hands.

“Your light is on,” he says, straight to the point. “I’ve brought you a sedative.” His eyes never leave you, but he motions for the girl to approach you with the tray. A small glass of water rests next to a single pill.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” you do your best to sound firm, but he knows there will be no punishment for this. This is his uncle’s home. You are in debt to them. Your guards, however, are not and you don't understand why they let him enter.

His eyes survey you, taking in every inch of the skin on your arms and across your chest. In the warm glow of the lamp, you must look ethereal to him, because he seems to be struggling for a retort. Finally, with the droop of his chin, he finds it.

“Superstition is for the groom the night before, but you are not my bride tomorrow.”

The girl reaches you and you note she is careful to not stand directly in front of you, but off to the side so he doesn’t lose sight of you. You don’t fault her for it, noticing the way her hand shakes slightly as she holds the water out to you. She may be more afraid of him than you are.

“Thank you for your concern, but I don’t take substances like that.” Not since your mother swallowed a handful of them.

“I can sit with you then, until you fall asleep.” You hold his stare, knowing he has the high ground as he towers in height just feet from your bed as he inches closer. You don’t miss the implication and disgusted, grab the pill from the tray before he can take another step closer. You swallow it without the water and nod in acknowledgment to the girl.

She bows and nearly runs past him before he tells her to leave the water in his native language. It comes out like a grunt, harsh and commanding. She places the water on the nightstand before shuffling out, the sound of her plastic dress swishing as she goes. Your eyes never leave him in a challenge, but cautious to push him when your guards are clearly confused about who they protect.

Slowly, he creeps closer to the bed, calmer than you’ve ever seen him.

“I know the last day has been a shock for you, but you will adjust. You’re resilient.” He reaches the bed and places one knee on it, leaning closer to you. “You’ll adjust to the effects of spice, too.” His hand reaches up and you’re too scared to pull back more than an inch or two. His finger traces the line of your strap hanging over your shoulder. He is so warm, hot even. “Please me in completing your task, and I’ll buy you the Atreides’ planet.” He means please him in murdering Paul and inciting a war against the Fremen.

“Caladan?” Your voice snaps him out of his trance over the plains of your exposed skin and he pulls his hand back.

“Consider it a gift to my bride.” He smirks then, cruel and knowingly, before he gets off the bed entirely. “You are soft and not made for Geidi Prime. It’s too harsh, industrial. I will ease you into life there when you are with child, but perhaps the oceans of Caladan will help you rest when I’m away.”

“Away?” You ask.

“I haven’t been named, but the Baron will make me his heir. That will require me to tend to business in his place.”

With that he bows slightly to you and leaves the room, closing the door behind you.

You’re not sure what to make of that, but agree that his home planet is less than appealing. Though he can’t be that oblivious to know that sending you the planet of the man you’re about to murder it a cruel form of torture. Every hall reminding you of the life you stole. Perhaps there are worse places than originally thought.

Enraged at the thought of continued torture over this crime against humanity you’re about to commit, you rip the covers off and storm to the door. Yanking the heavy thing open, your tormentor is gone and your guards are nowhere to be found. The halls are quiet and still, dimly lit in warm lamp light. Unable to hunt down your guards in a skimpy slip, you abandon the idea. If Feyd was going to do anything to you without them present, he would have. He’s toeing the line again, testing when you’ll act out.

You must refrain from impulsively reacting to him. Anything that displeases him now will be paid back to you when you are married. No longer can you hide behind your father’s power. Your safety. and the safety of your sisters, is in his hands.

Re-entering your room, you close the door and get back into the warm bed. Unable to keep your eyes open longer than a few moments you allow them to close, the light on the wall is still shining upon the fish mural behind your bed.

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