#pulse rampage

[dopemarksevenpen]

DALE.

[inseobts]

Hello! Idk if you done this before but could you do a imagine of either the strawhats or heart pirates (your choice) reacting to their newest crewmate die during a battle and then a minute later is up on their feet again cussing how much of a pain it is to deal with this shit. Basically has Deadpool inability to die just without his vulgar attitude and language and a lot less annoying, just seemly chill that they can just, come back to life after being shot? Definitely will give some people a heart attack. (Definitely has their bounty rise a lot after the marines find out they can’t die) plz and thank you!!!!

Surprise, I'm alive!

strawhat crew x gn ! strawhat ! reader (platonic)

words count: 1.7k

tags: platonic, strawhat reader, immortal reader, luffy tries to test your immortality

masterlist || ko-fi

The battle is chaos. Cannons boom, swords clash, and the air is thick with smoke and the smell of gunpowder. You don’t know exactly how it happens, but one moment, you’re blocking a sword swing, and the next, a bullet tears through your chest.

Your body hits the ground with a dull thud.

Silence.

Then, pure, unfiltered panic.

"Y/N!" Luffy’s scream cuts through the battlefield like a knife. His eyes widen in horror, and his usual carefree grin vanishes "Oi! Get up!"

Zoro, mid-swing against an enemy, falters as he sees your unmoving body "Damn it! They got Y/N!" His grip on his swords tightens "I should’ve been watching!"

"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" Usopp’s voice is shrill. He looks like he’s about to throw up "We—we need Chopper! Chopper!"

Sanji’s cigarette drops from his mouth as he turns sharply "Tch—those bastards." His expression darkens, and before anyone can stop him, he launches a devastating kick that sends one of the attackers flying "They’re dead. Every last one of them."

"Y/N!!" Nami’s eyes are wide with shock. She looks from your lifeless body to the enemy forces and then to Chopper, who is already rushing over, tears forming in his eyes.

"No! No, no, no! Hold on, Y/N!" Chopper skids to your side, his tiny hooves trembling as he checks for a pulse "They’re—THEY’RE NOT BREATHING!"

"No," Robin murmurs, brows furrowing "Not like this."

Franky’s hands clench into fists "That’s it! These jerks are SUPER dead!"

Brook, ever the gentleman, removes his hat solemnly "Ah…Y/N, my dear friend… You will be missed."

The crew collectively ignores him.

Luffy’s hands shake "This isn’t funny" he mutters. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists "They were my crew! They were—"

Then, right in the middle of their grief, in the middle of the battlefield, you groan.

"God, that hurt like hell."

The silence that follows is deafening.

You push yourself up, rubbing your chest where the bullet hole should be, but there’s nothing. Just a torn shirt and a lot of blood.

"Ugh, I hate dealing with this shit." You stand up, rolling your shoulders like you just woke up from a nap "That one stung."

Luffy’s jaw drops "HUUUUUUH?!"

Chopper looks like he’s about to pass out "B-B-But you were—you weren’t breathing! You were DEAD!"

"Yeah, about that," you say, dusting yourself off "I don’t really stay dead. Kind of a thing I have."

Nami looks like she’s questioning reality itself "Excuse me?!"

"You mean," Usopp wheezes, pointing at you like you’re some kind of horror story, "you just DIE and come back?! Like Brook??"

You nod "Not really... but pretty much."

Sanji, still mid-rampage, freezes "...You mean I just got worked up for nothing?"

"I mean, I appreciate the rage," you say with a grin "Nice to know you guys care."

Zoro stares at you for a long moment "You had us thinking you were gone, dumbass."

"Not my fault! I was shot! I wasn't expecting that!!"

"HOW ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE?!" Franky yells, gesturing wildly.

"Oh, I just don’t die."

"THAT IS NOT AN EXPLANATION!"

Luffy suddenly laughs, his earlier grief completely gone, replaced with awe "Shishishi! That’s so cool! Y/N, you’re like a zombie! But not a creepy one like Brook!"

"Hey!" Brook protests "That’s hurtful!"

Robin, ever the calm one, tilts her head "So you’ve had this ability this entire time?"

You shrug "Yeah, but I never really had to use it around you guys. You all are usually pretty good at keeping me from getting shot or anything deadly."

Chopper is still hyperventilating "I CAN’T HANDLE THIS KIND OF STRESS."

"Well, get used to it, buddy." You pat his tiny head "‘Cause something tells me the Marines are gonna be real interested in me once they find out."

Nami groans "Ugh. I can already hear our bounties going up."

"Not my fault!"

Zoro sighs "You’re a pain in the ass."

You grin "And yet, you’d miss me if I was really gone."

He clicks his tongue but doesn’t deny it.

Luffy laughs again and throws an arm around your shoulders "This is awesome! We’re unstoppable now! Let’s go kick some more ass!"

And just like that, the chaos resumes with the Strawhats now fully aware that their newest crewmate is literally impossible to kill.

The battle wraps up quickly after your "revival", mostly because the enemy forces are too busy freaking out about the supposedly dead person walking around like nothing happened. Some of them flat-out drop their weapons and run. Others just stand there, gaping in horror.

"D-Demon!" one of them shouts before bolting.

"Huh," you say, watching them flee "Didn’t expect that reaction."

Luffy grins "Shishishi! You scared ‘em good!"

Sanji lights another cigarette, shaking his head "I don’t blame them. If I saw a corpse cursing about how annoying it was to die, I’d run too."

Chopper is still clutching his chest, trying to breathe properly "I’m going to need so much tea after this."

Nami rubs her temples "You and me both, Chopper. You and me both."

Usopp finally stops hyperventilating long enough to poke you in the arm "Okay, but like… does it hurt? When you die?"

You nod "Oh yeah. It sucks. But I get over it."

Franky whistles "That is SUPER messed up."

Robin chuckles "It’s certainly rare. The government would definitely want to study you to know how to avtually kill you."

You groan "Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about. If they find out, I’m probably getting a massive bounty."

Luffy’s eyes sparkle "That means we’re gonna be even more famous!"

Zoro crosses his arms "Not necessarily a good thing, Captain."

Before the conversation can continue, a loud explosion erupts from the distance. The remaining enemy ships have started retreating, but they’re firing cannons to cover their escape.

One of the cannonballs heads straight for you.

"Move!" Nami shouts.

"Nah, I got it" you say casually.

The cannonball slams directly into you, kicking up a massive cloud of dust and debris.

The Straw Hats lose their minds for the second time that day.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Sanji yells.

Chopper throws himself to the ground, screaming into his hooves "I CAN’T KEEP DOING THIS!"

"Why didn’t they move?!" Nami shrieks.

Luffy just grins "They’ll be fine. Right, Y/N?"

The dust settles, and there you are, lying on your back in a crater, looking mildly annoyed.

"Okay," you groan "That one sucked more than the bullet."

Brook tilts his skull "Ah, but did you feel it in your bones? Yohohoho!"

"I swear to god, Brook."

Franky shakes his head "I don’t know if this is amazing or horrifying."

Robin smiles "Both."

Zoro sighs "At this point, I don’t think anything can actually kill you."

You give him a thumbs-up "Pretty much hiw it works"

Luffy bursts into laughter and punches his fist into his palm "Alright! That means we really are unstoppable now! Let’s get back to the Sunny and celebrate!"

The crew cheers, except for Chopper, who is still lying on the ground, contemplating his life choices.

As the Thousand Sunny sails away from the battlefield, a transmission crackles to life in a Marine base far away. A serious-looking officer listens to the report with growing concern.

"…Confirmed reports indicate that the Straw Hat Pirates have a new crewmember with apparent immortality. We are still gathering information, but if true, this could be one of the greatest threats we’ve ever faced."

The officer frowns "Increase surveillance on their movements. If this is real, their bounty is going to skyrocket."

The crew is still struggling to process what they just witnessed. Chopper is on his fourth cup of tea, shaking slightly. Nami is already calculating how much higher her bounty is going to be just because of association. Luffy, meanwhile, is grinning ear to ear.

"Alright, Y/N, let’s test it!" Luffy exclaims.

You blink "Test what?"

"Your power! Let’s see how much you can take before you go down!"

"Absolutely not," Nami cuts in immediately "We are NOT using our crewmate as a test dummy."

Luffy pouts "But it’s so cool! Y/N’s like a superhero! Or a really bad zombie!"

Brook raises a hand "As an actual undead individual, I must say that I find this comparison quite unfair!"

Zoro leans back against the mast, arms crossed "I say we let them do what they want. If they really can’t die, it’s useful information."

Sanji glares at him "And what, you just wanna go around slicing them up for fun?"

"Did I say that?"

"You were thinking it."

Usopp waves his hands frantically "Okay, okay, let’s NOT casually experiment with Y/N’s immortality like it’s some kind of game! We should be asking the important questions."

"Like what?" You ask.

"Like… can you drown?"

Silence.

Everyone turns to look at you. Your eye twitches.

"Usopp," you say slowly "Why would you even ask that?"

"Because it’s important! What if we’re in a battle at sea? What if you fall overboard? Will you just come back to life at the bottom of the ocean?"

You pause, then frown "…I have no idea."

"WELL, THERE’S ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!" Luffy cheers and suddenly grabs you, launching himself off the ship and into the water.

The crew collectively loses their minds.

"LUFFY, YOU ABSOLUTE MORON!" Nami screeches "YOU’RE A DEVIL FRUIT USER!"

Sanji dives in instantly, hauling both you and Luffy out of the sea. Luffy is sputtering and laughing, while you just cough up a lungful of seawater.

"So?" Luffy asks excitedly "Did you die?"

You glare at him "I ALMOST DID, YOU IDIOT!" You shake your head and squeeze water out of your shirt "Looks like I still need to breathe. Maybe I'll just be alive once I'm out of water..."

Chopper collapses in relief "THANK GOD."

Robin chuckles "Well, that settles that. Y/N isn’t entirely indestructible."

Franky grins "Still, that’s SUPER impressive! The Marines are gonna have a fit when they get the full report on this."

Meanwhile, at Marine Headquarters, a high-ranking officer slams a fresh bounty poster onto the table. Your face stares back at them, right beneath a massive new bounty.

WANTED: Y/N Dead or Alive Bounty: 1,200,000,000 Berries

"Find them. Now."

[baambied]

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼. . . .

𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 / 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑨

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔/𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔

cw nsfw blood gore manipulation death/killing headcannon with plot blood sucking/eating vulgar language drunk man bothers reader possessive!sevika hot makeout session finger sucking tension yearning

here....sevika is loosley inspired by 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕

vampire/rockstar!sevika ✗ human!femreader

m.list

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who had achieved immortality in the early 1700s, at the age of 34 in france . . . the person who made her happen to have the most ancient blood known to all vampires, that blood now in her making her stronger, faster, more advanced than any other vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who . . even though being alive for 100s of years, moving from city to city, she still has that french accent laced in her voice, making her even more captivating to humans other than her appearance.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who slowly discovers how she is capable of more other than advanced strength and fast speed. . . learning how mortals were below her kind, learning how much power she had over the human mind. . if sevika wanted to, she could compel a whole group of humans and use them as mindless puppets.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to control her thirst around humans, which is something lots of vampires have a hard time doing, took her years to accomplish this.. but she can't lie. . she'd slip up sometimes .. draining the blood of tons of humans in her pastime.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who went on a killing rampage in the 1700s after she was turned, letting out any anger, disgust,disbelief she held against herself for her new life, draining almost any human in sight mainly targeting ones who evil, who have done evil things.

acting on impulse and personal desire for blood. In her early vampire nature, she saw these acts as a thrill, viewing it as a natural part of her existence of a vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who doesn't have a coven and prefers to wander, moving from place to place, meeting new and different people, learning new languages.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who always had a passion for music, i mean, she watched how music drastically changed over time. . . how it became more improved. it fascinated her how something so beautiful could get even better...sure she loved the jazz era in the later 1900s, but she also loved the new era sounds too.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to play every instrument in the book during her 100 years of walking on this earth

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is now living in the 1990s. .a drummer in a popular rock band.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who loves the feeling of being on stage, the feeling of the stage lights beaming on her cold skin, hearing the cheers from the crowds - the women cheering, women who happens to have the hots for the buff, muscular, pretty looking drummer. . .screaming her name 'sevika! sevika!' like a prayer out of a bible. . . she needed this no - .. she yearned for this.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who sometimes invited women backstage to her dressing room - calling them her personal groupies , she'd get the talking, but she never paid attention to their words or how much they loved her when in reality sevika knew they just wanted her to fuck them - not that she minded.

but she'd mainly paid attention to the thumping in their chest, their veins pulsing underneath the soft skin...she used her words...manipulate them...almost like mind control, get them thinking this whole situation wasn't real, was just a figment of their imagination- maybe even a dream before piercing her sharp fangs into the side of their neck, letting the thick blood hit her throat.

she doesn't kill them, just drinks enough to satisfy her thirst, then stopping before their heart stops beating, the women would wake up in the comfort of their own homes the next day, light-headed with no memory of last night in their brain...just the throbbing sting on the side of their neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who nearly loses her self-restraint on stage just by smelling your sweet scent of blood in the crowd, her silver sharp eyes immediately finding your beaming doe brown ones in the crowd of people, her eyes almost staring through you, watching your veins pulse under your skin, watching the sweat roll down your neck, hearing your fast heart thumping in your chest as your adrenaline was high by the atmosphere of the concert...

if it weren't for you suddenly going to the bathroom, she would have drained you right there in the crowd in front of all these human eyes.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - accidently slips up and sucks a stage manager dry the same night, just so she can soothe the ache in her throat.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who thinks she doesn't have to see you anymore after the night - smell you anymore. . . . but oh boy, she was wrong.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is shocked when you end up being the groups new stylist, with hair and clothing.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who won't let you touch or dress her - or even fix her hair and clothes even though you're supposed to, and that's what you were hired to do. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who ignores you for the first 4 weeks - staying away from you like you were the plague that could get her sick within seconds.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finally gets used to your sickly sweet scent enough to actually let you fix her clothes and hair.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who notices how you just couldn't keep your eyes on her glistening chest that was shown due to a few of her buttons being undone on her shirt, you're eyes even widened at the imprint of nipple piercings from under her shirt where her breast were covered - to this sevika can't help but smirk at your wandering eyes.

at this moment, you were currently fixing sevika's belts that had gone loose. . . the belt wasn't meant to hold up her pants but was there for the style instead, silver chains hanging from them so anytime she moved your hear, her dark red button up that was once closed now opened showing the middle of her chest.

even though she was sweating, it didn't look like she was out of breath. . . you noticed this, but just thought she may have good cardio or something.

but. .you couldn't help but stare at her chest, your breath catching in your throat as you saw the imprint of what seemed to be piercings on her nipples, you couldn't help but wonder how they looked without being covered.

"see something you like? mon chèrie.." you felt as if your heart leaped out your chest at her voice, her deep voice - husky tone with a french accent laced in it, that itself had you captivated by her. . you've heard she was from france, yet you've never heard her talk. . . . and my god it was so attractive.

"i - i no. . . I'm fine.." you respond with a flustered look on your face, looking up you could feel your knees buckle seeing as she was staring at you, her sharp gray eyes gazing at you causing an almost chilling ambience that made you shiver.

sevika then looked away, a huge smirk on her face as if she had just heard something that she wasn't exactly supposed to, her teeth showing as she smiled, making you catch her long canine teeth.

"une créature tellement intéressante. . ." the immortal mumbled before walking away, you stood in the same spot, confusion drenched on your face as you didn't understand her sentence - yet it still left a strange warm feeling in your stomach, a feeling that didn't feel quite comfortable, a feeling that felt good but dangerous to have at the same time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finds herself indulged in a conversation with you, and during this, you can't help but realize how intriguing this woman is. . .how her sentences seemed so perfect, almost as if they were rehearsed, how she tends to speak as if she is from a different timeline, anytime she'd say something in french it caused a spark in you. . . she was perfect. . .so perfect in your eyes. . so deniably perfect.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - sevika, who slowly grows more comfortable around you, yet still has to ignore the urge to sank her fangs down in your neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who starts to feel emotions in her vampire form that hasn't been felt since she was human, it makes her grimace in distaste at the thought, the thought of being with you. . . ruining you. . . people would call her the walking devil on earth, using human blood to quench her thirst, not being able to go outside due to sunlight. .

the night holding all her secrets , shame, and guilt . . . and loneliness and the certain bloodlust urges that couldn't been seen when the night grew into a bright daylight. she was a monster. she did monstrous things. . .she couldn't be with you, someone who was way too good for this planet, to kind for their own good. she couldn't ruin that....couldn't ruin you.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who just can not keep her feelings in check, so she starts ignoring you once more like she did when you first started working, like you were the plague of the next century.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is walking home from a pub one night, darkness surrounding the night sky, only thing heard was the steps of her shoes hitting the pavement , when suddenly her ears caught the sound of yelling nearby. . . coming from an alleyway, she slowly walks to the ally, her silver eyes looking at the scene displayed in front of her , not supirsed when she finds a drunken man bothering a women she couldn't see the face of , a sight she has seen countless of times throughout her years, she could smell the bourbon seeping through the man's skin causing her to cringe, it was truly disgusting.

she rolled up her sleeves of her white button up and walked closer, the man not yet noticing her presence...before sevika could act, she caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. . a sweet so fucking alluring scent.

once sevika realized that the woman infront for her, is, in fact, you, for some unknown reason, this sends her into a frenzy - something about seeing you useless against your will by a drunken - disgusting pig of a man made her so damn furious.

it was like she suddenly snapped . . edged with anger, those human feelings that she had buried weeks ago creeping back into her head.

within seconds, she was like the wind behind the man roughly grabbing the back of his suit and pulling him away from you and in a flash the man's body was hitting the other side of the ally wall, bricks even breaking from the building at sevika's supernatural strength.

next thing she knows, her fangs are piercing the man's throat, the feeling of an intoxicated blood entering her system. She was repulsed by his taste, yet still so sickened by his actions.

she could hear your whimpering escaping your lips, staggered breathing as you tried to regain control over it, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, eyes widened in terror at the sight of sevika's - the woman you once viewed as flawless and the epitome of perfect was now infront of you sucking the life out of the man who followed you from a bar nearby against your will.

you didn't know whether if you were paralyzed with fear. . .or shock. . .

driven by sheer terror , not knowing what might happen next - acting out on pure fear you found yourself running down the ally way, the muscles in your calves already tired from your paralyzed stance from before, you ran and didn't look back.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who expected to see you on the news the next day explaining how you saw "the devil itself drinking the blood and eating the flesh of a human" last night. . . but surprisingly, there was nothing of that sort. Instead, the man sevika drained dry and bought to the woods was found and told to die in a freak accident with some sort of wild animal. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who realizes you don't show up to work for 3 days straight , her silver eyes attempted to find yours like before in the crowd of mortals each time she performed those nights. . failing each time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who wouldn't be surprised if you fled town to escape her unnatural acts. . but boy, was she surprised to see you standing in her dressing room after a show, sevika acting adrenaline and impulse she immediately told the woman she had brought with her to go away .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who acts surprised when you confront her about what happened in that ally , you're absolutely baffled by her words. . . her pure lies of her twisting the narrative of the truth to fit her lie. . . she was lying through her teeth to you.

"please - i feel like my mind is spinning out of control i- i don't . . . know what i saw i-"

"you're right, you don't know what you saw. . . you're confused ma mie. ." sevika's voice spoke out lowly, a smooth whisper with something lingering behind it.

"b-but. . . you. .i saw you. ." you stumbled over your words, bottom lip shaking as you thought about the terrifying acts you saw that night, you weren't crazy. . . you know what you saw.

"shh shh shh. . ." sevika put a hand to her lips, mimicking a quiet action with her pointer finger that was covered in two chunky silver rings. . "mon amour please. . . you had drank alot among that night, my eyes caught you in an ally way grappling with a drunkard . . . i got him off you - saving you, that is all you need to remember." her deceptive demeanor hid her true intentions, the constant contradiction she put on you was overwhelming.

"no. . .the blood dripping down your chin, the - the look in your eyes. . the sounds" your sentence coming out in a broken whisper "you killed that man by - sucking his blood. . .I'm not crazy ... i was doubting everything - my own memories, but i know what i saw."

you were looking down, meaning you missed sevika's gaze darken at your words. . her eyes fiercely staring at you, burning through you like lava, piercing through your soul.

she had an alluring and almost hypnotic gaze.

"are you afraid." Were the only words spoken out by sevika, her sentence coming out like a demand for you to answer other than an actual question.

but. . .

were you?

as crazy it sounds, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. . . these three days you spent in your home, petrified, thinking what you saw was a figment of your own imagination, thinking you were going mad, thoughts racing so fast against eachother you couldn't even keep up.

the dressing room was filled with a heavy suffocating silence, almost eerie.

but also the tension between you and the immortal was growing thick, probably more thick than the silence around you. . .sevika leaned closer to you, her broad and buff figure towering over your shorter figure, you still hadn't looked up at her . . your height making your eyes only reach her chest, this only made sevika lean lower , her body moving forward causing you to slowly step back. . . . this process stopped when your back hit the wall of her dressing room.

she could hear your lips shakily pressing into a line, roughly gulping . . and she could practically feel the nervousness seeping out of your pours , almost as if your emotions were intact with one another, she could feel everything you were feeling in this moment.

this was new for her...

having someone else's emotions connect within her own. . .

you were unable to form a single sentence, the tension felt so thick it suffocated you like blanket, leaving you hot and sweaty.

if sevika had the pleasure of breathing again, her breath would definitely be caught in her throat when she finally saw you look up at her, she's seen many eyes before, many expressive ones filled with different colors. . but your beautiful big brown eyes catch her off guard, again something that does not happen to her often. . . she was almost bewildered at this feeling.

sevika head slowly leaned closer to you, gently resting her forehead on yours as he clenched her eyes tightly - she had never been this close to you before so the the sweet scent of your blood flowed in her nose more easily. . . the smell nearly making her go feral. .

you slightly gasped when you felt her drag her head in the crook of your neck, for second you think you hear a low animalistic guttural growl escape her throat, her nose sniffing you as if you were some sort of food for her dinner. . .

her hands reaching beside you on the wall, she was almost shaking. . . you were in such a vulnerable position, she could sink her teeth into your skin if she desired to. . . just thinking about that made her hands clench, which they did, into the hard - blue painted wall causing a loud crushing noise to enter your ears.

"i can still smell him on you. . .his vulgar stench" sevika growled , her voice was deeper, smooth, and almost seductive, making you close your eyes, parting your mouth, letting out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding in..

"do you know what i am. . ."

all of the nervousness , fear that was once in your body, was now replaced with the sudden urge of desire for this women infront of you - this immortal, you knew what she was you've heard of the myths, legends of blood drinking demons that preyed among humans. . .

yet you weren't scared of her, if she wanted to hurt you - even kill you . . she would have by now.

"Do i not scare you, mon chèrie. . ."

"no. ." your words came out with no hesitation, you didn't even think before you replied.."you saved me. .that night. . ."

sevika grunted at your words, her eyes still clenched closed, she could feel the heat radiating off your body coming onto her's, she pulled her head from your neck, looking into you eyes once more.

sevika looked as though she was drunk off your scent, her lidded gray eyes staring at you as her lips pursed together, staring at you like she was trying to read through you. .

you two stayed like this for what it seemed like minutes, hours even? maybe. . . the hot tension piercing the air between you two waiting to be broken, waiting to be sliced.

and it soon was, before you knew it, the immortals lips smashed roughly into your soft ones. . .

the kiss was hot and rough, but you took it , accepted it - you've been wanting this. . . needing this ever since the day both your eyes connected when she was on stage. . .both your mouths moving with urgency against eachother, as if you both would disappear in any moment.

your hands growing confident as they now moved around sevika's muscular back. . .

the kiss became messier and slippery more uncoordinated, sevika grunted like an angry animal against your mouth, the crunching of the wall could be heard once more, taking her frustrations out on it - knowing that if she were to place her hands on her body she could possibly hurt you with her unnatural strength.

"move to the dresser. ." sevika's husky tone was undeniably alluring, almost like a captivating melody for your ears, she removes her hands from the wall, watching as you slowly walked to the dresser nearby, legs visibly shaking with each step, sevika smirked at the sight of this slowly following behind you. . her tounge swiping up against her pointy fang as her silver eyes watched your movement.

once you reached the dresser, you turned around, leaning your lower back on it slightly flinching when sevika was already in front of you, with a cocky smirk on her lips.

"tu es l'un des humains les plus intéressants que j'aie jamais vu pendant mes cent ans. ."

you frown once more as sevika's cold hand raises up to your jaw, softly caressing you. . your'e warm heat from your skin collaborating with her icy cold ones. . such an unfamiliar feeling to you..

"sevika. . i don't understand your words. ." you respond to her..softly.

"You don't need to understand, mon cœur. ." she replies, her voice was like velvet, smooth, husky and rich with a lingering whisper that sent chills through your body.

her finger once on your jaw, moving higher. .to your cheek. . her thumb than meeting your moist, swollen lips. . . sevika gaze eyed your mouth as she pushed in her thumb, seeing you accept it with no hesitation, her thumb in your warm , wet mouth pressing down gently as possible on your tongue.

you lean into her touch, letting her do whatever she pleases with you.

whatever she desired. .

her thumb swirling around your tongue, she almost looked entranced by this, captivated by you - even more when she could hear the small sounds that escaped your throat when you yourself weren't even aware of them. .

she slipped her thumb out your warm mouth, smiling slightly at the string of saliva that came with it, she than stuck the thumb inside her mouth, sucking it off before releasing it with a loud pop.

you flustered by the sudden action, looking down avoiding the eye contact she always gave you.

sevika leaning in to you, her hands resting on the sides of the dresser. .she moved her head on yours, trying to catch your flustered gaze, when she did your lips slowly connecting again. . instead of thie kiss starting off rough and sloppy like the first one, this one started sensual, slow as if sevika was now taking her time.

her tongue brushing against your bottom lips before she entered it inside your mouth, both your tongues entangling - fighting for dominance that sevika clearly won within seconds. . even though the kiss was softer it was still messy, you could feel you saliva running down you chin as you leaned into her more, nor knowing this movement caused your tongue to brush up against her sharp fangs, causing a small cut on your pink muscle. . . you didn't notice, but when that taste entered sevika's mouth her eyes went wide.

immediately breaking the heated kiss, she stood for a moment - finally tasting your blood. . . sweet. . it was so fucking sweet.

she swallowed roughly with scowl on her face, closing her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts of draining your pulsing body right here on her dresser.

"sevika. . did - did i do something wrong?" You ask embarrassed, fumbling over your words unsure what to do next as the woman suddenly just pulled away from you, you're body flinched at the crushing of wood beside you - sevika and squeezed the dresser so hard, the place where she rested her hands now crushed into pieces.

whe you go to look back uo at her - she's already out the door. . . in a swish moment, like the wind she slammed the door open and she was gone.

leaving you in her dressing room, on her dresser, with swollen lips she caused and with confusion engulfing your body as you also felt a tingling between your legs. .

[ervotica]

𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞. [𝐟.𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you think finnick’s in danger, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to protect him. or, that time the mutts impersonated your fiancé and you lost your shit.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: canon level violence, finnick is cute, reader is traumatised and also crying. overall not my best writing but it’s something.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: apologies for my absence guys, life has been kicking me in the ass of late. here’s an apology fic, i know it sucks i am very rusty in the writing department. love ya🫶

Finnick has been gone for ten minutes when the birds start circling; he’s disappeared into the trees, aimlessly digging when the sounds of flapping wings and voices hit the group’s poised ears.

You’re stumbling into the undergrowth at the first threat of danger, the breath quick to steal from your lungs as his voice rings in your ears.

“Y/N? Where are you? Help me!” Finnick’s voice calls, low and pained and drawn out terribly. Every sensible explanation dies, shrivels up and blackens in your head and you’re running towards the sound, swatting leaves and fallen branches out of the way.

“Finnick!” you shriek. “Finnick!”

Your heartbeat thumps in your own head, blood rushing and pounding when you trip and stumble your way further into the trees.

Peeta and Johanna are behind you, their grappling hands doing little to stop you on your rampage.

“They’re jabberjays, it’s not real!” Peeta tries to coax you down but it’s no use, you’re in a blind panic.

“Finn!” you scream for him again. “Finnick!”

Every awful scenario floods your head at once, of Snow and the Capitol and the torture they could inflict on him. It’s the only way to hurt you, hurting him, and Snow knows that.

Your cheeks are hot and damp with tears as you spin, frantic and wide eyed and desperate to catch a glimpse of Finnick; Johanna seizes you from behind, pushing you down to the ground and holding you there. When you thrash and lift your head, her hand clasps the back of your neck and forces your nose into the damp floor.

“It’s not real!” she growls.

He’s still screaming. Screaming for you. It hurts your ears and grabs your chest with white-hot panic, pure and unrelenting.

By the time the hour’s up, you’re limp, breath ragged and laboured. Johanna manhandles you up until you feel the bark of a tree digging into your back; you hiss and push her away indignantly. You have this far away look in your eyes, glazed and unfocused, only snapping to attention when a pair of footsteps bowl through the trees and crouch next to you.

“Finn,” you whisper, trembling as he wraps thick wired arms around you and pulls you flush to him. His pulse is fast and hard like a drum pressed to your cheek, his chest heaving as you climb him.

“It wasn’t real. I’m fine, we’re fine.”

You gasp and wheeze and clutch at him like he might slip away, a fist in his sandy hair, your shoulder wedged under his armpit. His grip is like iron around your waist and his breath is warm and comforting on the juncture of your shoulder.

“You’re okay,” you mumble, repeating over and over as though you’re trying to convince yourself.

“I’m okay. Look at me,” he demands. His hands are warm. “It wasn’t real.”

“Not real.” You rake fingernails across the nape of his neck, squeezing to keep him close. Your breath is ragged. “We’re fine.”

“There’s my girl.”

[acalamity]

author's note

it's been a while :,D I wasn't sure who to write for but I remembered I once wanted to write something like this at least once. this is my first time writing explicit NSFW like this so I hope it worked out well

synopsis: girls were beautiful, even in death or pleasure

⚠️ THIS POST CONTAINS MENTIONS AND/OR IMPLICATIONS OF 18+ CONTENT. THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK ⚠️

wuthering waves! cantarella x fem! reader

more under the wubbaboo!!

"Look at yourself. Are you staying still for me? Good girl." The alluring ring whispered into your ear, warm breath ghosting over your cheeks. In the reflection obscured by the waters behind it, you could discern your own reflection within the desolate aquarium's glass panes. Overwhelming warmth blossomed within your lower regions, spreading and unfurling hastily like pestilence through your pounding head. Once, twice— the fair lady shoved her fingers into you, molding your flesh according to her desires and urging forth bursts of suffocating pleasure, "Mm— ahh!"

With her other hand, Cantarella Fisalia held your chin, her finger crawling up to your lips with a deliberate slowness. Her dreamlike voice brushed against the top of your flushed ears as shivers ran down your spine, far too stimulated from her tongue lapping itself against your ears. Her glimmering tacet mark made itself evident amid the misty darkness, "Mm, you're so pretty for me. What a wreck."

"Canta. . . ella." Her finger prodded into your mouth, the back of her lavender manicure now layered in your incessant drool that trickled out of your parted lips. She readjusted her hand, taking her fingers out and letting her palm sit against your opening. Without another word, just when you could feel her finger hover over it— she squeezed your bulb, sending your knees buckling as jolts of rapture rampaged through your trembling nerves, "Ahh!"

"Yes, your lovely expression and overstimulation. . ." Silky purple hair brushed against your damp cheek, the lady's fingers rubbed against your numerous sensory endings with a deliberate patience. She brought her face next to your own, pressing her chest against your arched back as she licked her lips. Removing her hand from your tongue that swirled around it's warm gag, Cantarella promptly stared at her drenched fingers, "This is the most fitting decorum for you when you're in my hands."

The corners of her lips twitched upwards and before you knew it— you were completely restained, Cantarella's weight resting upon you as you felt her lips flutter through your back, biting and sucking at your skin like a starving man. She unhurriedly hooked her fingers inside of you, pressing against your front wall and sliding about a certain area.

"Mmf—!"

"It's here." Cantarella mumbled against your bruised skin. Amid your pants and moans, the frigid chill and seething warmth, you could feel Cantarella's smile against your throbbing skin. Ah, you slumped against the glass panes, meeting her eyes in the veil of darkness.

She gave a feather-light tap against your spot, tightening her arm against your hips, lifting your weight off your quivering legs. Another tap, and another— until the matriarch pressed.

Heat gathered throughout your tingling body, pulsing and contracting rapidly with insurmountable tension. Your palms fell onto the chilly glass— Cantarella pressed on the spongy area once again, rubbing her fingers in circles through your nerves. Lilac eyes peered into your bare self, every facet laid out for her to see. Unwittingly, as pearls of liquid squirted down, dripping onto her fingers slowly but surely, your breathing intensified, choked moans escaping you as shudders mercilessly overwhelmed your body, "Ahh, ah!"

In an instant, Cantarella pulled out, sending a frustrating knot swelling within your abdomen. Her hand flew up to your chest, squeezing the stiff tip like a toy. Through the aquarium's glass, her tantalising smile bore into your soul, "Now now, you're well aware I swallow whatever I'm served with poise. As nobility, it's a basic courtesy."

"Tonight, as a token of thanks, I shall go beyond the basic courtesies and. . ." The low words rumbled into your back as vibrations ruptured through your insides, overriding the brief emptiness you felt. The lady lifted you, setting you on the table's edge with impeccably fluid movements. With a deliberate enticing leisure, she knelt between your parted legs and licked her lips, ". . . show you the complete etiquette of House Fisalia. Look forward to it, we have an incredibly long night ahead of us."

[whoopsyeahokay]

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean the last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out.

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

🫧___________fin.____________

also on AO3!

[revelboo]

may you PLEASE write more starscream x reader heheheheh.... ive been eating them up ever since i came across ur blog

I’m glad you like them! That last anon question made me think of something I’m going to have to deal with eventually, though. I mostly write paranormal romance and my intention was to use Tumblr like my note board in my office- that’s what these snippets are- scenes I want to get down so I remember them and can expand them into a coherent story later- I have an AO3 ready for when I start doing that, but because of what the story arc will eventually lead to, it’ll be 18+ I’ve been avoiding writing anything… er, let’s say “spicy” here since I really don’t know the demographic on Tumblr and I’m not interested in corrupting/ mentally scarring preteens or kids. Though, to be fair, I imagine putting a warning up over there is exactly as effective as adding one here.

Everything is Alright Pt 27

Starscream x Reader- trust

• How can you ease him with such a small thing? Just a touch, given freely. Because you might care. He needs to believe that, needs this to be real, not all just an act to save yourself and stay in his good graces. Needs someone who needs him. The truth, though? He doesn’t know and that doubt lingers in the back of his processor as he lays flat on his back, a servo tracing along your back as you sprawl on him alongside his canopy. He can feel every little shift of your small frame against his, your breathing and the beat of your heart. Those sensations now familiar as the pulse of his own spark.

• He’s calmer now, but quiet and that doesn’t sit well with you. It genuinely hurt him that you’d assumed the worst. And even if he hadn’t hurt anyone, you’re sure he still destroyed someone’s home. It’s a reminder that he doesn’t actually care about humans. For whatever reason, you’re the exception. The one left holding his leash while knowing you can’t actually hope to rein in his behavior. Can’t hope to control him. That servo traces the curve of your shoulder. Down the line of your spine. Every stroke seeming to calm that awful anger more. When he vents, the warm air washes over you, stirring your hair. And if you have his leash, he has yours. How can you ever try to really escape when you know he’ll go on a rampage? You’re not even sure that you want to anymore and when did that happen? With that realization comes the one that whispers that you can’t keep writing it off as Stockholm’s. You do care for him as stupid as it probably is.

• Rumbling softly when your head lifts, the slide of his servo pauses because you’re staring at him and he isn’t sure what to make of that look on your face. “What?” He growls, immediately wary. His wings try to shift even though his position restricts them when you carefully stand, a hand on his canopy for balance as you walk closer to his head and sit on his plating where his chassis and neck meet. Still staring at him and he has to tuck his chin to see you.

• That confusion edged with annoyance is almost cute as he frowns at you. Trying to figure out what you’re doing, just like you are. There’s so much you want to say. To ask in that moment, as fragile, new thoughts flutter through you. And it passes, because you can’t risk ruining what you have. It matters to you more than it should. So you just lay a palm on his face, lean down and press a soft kiss to his warm, metal chin. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whisper instead of those dangerous, soft things you can’t let loose.

• Watching you retreat back to your original spot on his chassis and then lay down on your side with your back to his canopy, he doesn’t move. Not until your breathing eventually evens out and he’s sure you’re not awake. Then slowly so he doesn’t disturb you, he touches his chin, warmth spreading through him at that little display of affection for him. Venting, he lets his head fall back to stare at the ceiling as something stirs in his spark, kindling in the quiet and he lays a hand over your little frame to keep you safe.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

I know your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but if I don’t type it somewhere I WILL forget it lol. I’ve been re-binge reading your works and just thought of this…

Civilian reader kills someone out of self defense for the first time. And it’s the whole staring at her bloody shaking hands panic attack what have I done fiasco. And her boyfriend or husband helping her through it and dealing with it all (I can see it with Ghost or Price idk)

But yeah feel free to ignore, I know your requests are closed rn

Love your work! You are so talented!

This has been in my inbox for so long, lmao. Sorry for not answering right away - take a few paragraphs w. soft, worried, Simon in compensation.

Warnings for gore, death, blood, panic attack, etc. F!Reader.

Your body shakes violently, blood dripping down like crimson tears from your hands. The overwhelming sense of dread sits with bullet fragment aggression in the delicate make-up of your psyche.

You weren't meant for this.

Not the blood or the terror. Certainly not the body laying out in the hallway.

"Oh, fuck," you gasp out, shuddering as your throat swells in on itself. Your form had slipped down the wall just across from the door not minutes prior, legs weak and heart pounding like a war call. Now all you can do is stare into the vacant eyes of some random burglar—at the knife you'd stuck in his chest when he'd backed you into Simon's office.

It was a miracle that you remembered where your husband's combat blade had been, seen on some off chance when you'd been cleaning. He tries to keep this all separate, you know.

The blood just keeps slipping out of the corpse. It's a pool now, and you don't know how long you'd been huddled like this until the sounds of rampaging feet and hurried yells of your name bounce off your eardrums.

All you can see is the uncleanable amount of red.

Simon had only gone out to the corner store half an hour ago, getting a quick supper so you both could sit in each other's company. You'd been hesitant to watch him leave so soon after getting home, but he'd sworn he'd only be a few minutes.

None of you had thought too much about the local break-ins. After all, Simon was...well, Simon. And he was home.

S-Simon was home.

There's a loud, barked, curse when the body is discovered, stomping feet that make the entire house shake like it was the epicenter of an earthquake. Your husband's form slashes the front of your vision as he kneels in the blood on the floor. Frantic brown eyes behind his balaclava snap from place to place; taking in the familiar handle and blade in nanoseconds. In his left hand he clutches a pistol, white-knuckled.

But you can't even say anything, because you're as still as stone—breathing in concrete as the gravel shreds your vocal cords and trachea. Reality slips in quick streaks of color as Simon's face flashes into the open doorway.

He sees your wide eyes with a mirroring of his own, bone-deep fear striking in his head with a heated pulse.

"Love!" Simon's rushing to you. Your body can't help but startle back, spine shoving into the wall; fingers still saturated and stained.

Inside your chest, your lungs jerk in a strained whimper.

Your husband freezes, one foot ahead with his widened legs as he fights his mind to rush to you and take you into his arms. Simon puts the gun away with little thought to look for more assailants—all that matters is you.

And you looked terrified.

"Hey," hands reach up to this balaclava, slipping the fabric off as he kneels down slowly to one leg. He tosses it to the floor and you try to focus on the strength of his jaw; those scars and pale hairs as your eyes well with tears. A delicate sob builds. "Hey, now. It's just me, alright?"

Simon speaks softly, hands splayed out and a few feet from you. He wishes to hold you tightly but refrains even as his chest tightens at not being able to calm you. The man can't stand that look on your face.

Your fingers curl into shivering fists, "Simon," you cry, finally able to get a solid word out even if it sounds slurred and ragged.

It's all the permission your husband needs.

Simon jerks forward and takes you up into his large arms; the wide encompassing of his palm on the back of your head and the other circling your waist. He angles you away from the body as he glares into it with hatred and vile curses, hissing venom.

When he found the door busted off its hinges, he'd never felt so panicked. Even now as you release a small wail into his neck Simon's heart races, breath coming in short puffs.

"You're alright, Sweetheart. You're alright. I'm right 'ere." You sag into him, grabbing at his leather jacket with nails digging into the brown material. Simon nuzzles his nose into your scalp, muscles tense, "Breathe, it's over."

All you can focus on is Simon's scent, his words. They're the only thing keeping you from oblivion. Eventually, as your husband rocks you back and forth, you can gasp enough air down to push away the black at the sides of your vision.

"That's right," he whispers, gritting his teeth. "Good girl, keep focusin' on me, yeah? You're doin' perfect." Simon doesn't care about the blood or the screams of sirens in the distance.

For the first time in his life, he doesn't care if someone else happens to see his face.

Your husband pulls his head back and shifts his hold to your cheeks, angling your runny and chilled face upwards. He grits his teeth and his eyes bleed with concern; fear.

"...He do anything?" You can only make out half the words as the sounds all huddle together in a ringing tone, but you shake your head in small flinches. Lips find your forehead—heated and firm. Muttered words. "Did so good, Love, I'm so proud of you. S'not your fuckin' fault, you hear?"

Sniffling, you only whimper once more before lips kiss away your tears; thumbs coming up after to swipe at the remnants. Curling over you, this beast—defined so often as ruthless and deadly—shields you from the image of the man you'd killed in self-defense like a demon of smoke and ash. Holding you as if he can make everything else disappear.

After all, you weren't meant for this. You were meant for your soft skin and your loving eyes. Everything else that Simon tied himself to you for—goodness.

"Simon," you gasp again and shove your face into his chest. For the life of you, you can't say anything else. He knows what you mean.

"I'm here," he repeats. Caressing the back of your head, his hand tenses and softens with leaving adreanaline. "Nothin'll happen to you again. It's all gonna be alright."

You believe him.

[sylvieisoffline]

Saw this pose template on X and came up with a headcanon for the bad ending of Innocent Birdcage

word count: 1.2k words

tags: MDNI, spoilers for Innocent Birdcage's bad ending (kind of), mentions of blood, mild dubcon, implied smut/implied loss of virginity, mentions of restraints (chains, captivity), fading in and out of consciousness, choking, predator/prey dynamics

note: I honestly don't know how my work-fried brain managed to conjure this one. This is my first fic on L&DS so please be kind. Notes, comments, and reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹🙏🏻

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Pain laced through your body the moment you regained consciousness, your skin burning where Sylus had bitten you. The metallic taste of blood lingered in your mouth, your breath shallow and ragged. The world around you swayed, the dim glow of the headquarters casting eerie shadows over the metal bars that trapped you inside this formidable cage.

Sylus stood before you, crimson eyes glowing with something feral—hunger, desperation, something unhinged. Chains wrapped around his wrists, but they did little to restrain him. You knew this wasn’t him. Not truly. But that didn't change the fact that you needed to escape.

With a burst of adrenaline, you lunged, hands moving on instinct. In a desperate act, you managed to loop the heavy chains around his upper body, twisting them up toward his throat. His breath hitched, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he staggered. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Enough for you to scramble out of the cage.

Your hands fumbled with the lock, your pulse hammering as you slammed the door shut behind you. The last thing you saw before you turned to run was the glint of his crimson eyes—wild, unfocused, burning into yours as the chains rattled violently in protest.

You didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.

Bursting out of the HQ, your vision blurred as the cold night air hit you. The world outside felt disorienting, the pavement tilting beneath your feet. Your body wasn’t just weak—it was failing. Blood loss, shock, exhaustion. It all hit you at once.

A blaring horn jolted through your skull just before headlights flooded your vision.

You struggled to grasp at the last strains of your consciousness as everything faded to black.

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When you woke, everything smelled sterile.

The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor echoed in the quiet hospital room. Bandages wrapped around your arms, a dull throb pulsing through every inch of your body. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of pavement scraping against your skin as strangers rushed to help you.

Sylus.

Was he still trapped? Had he broken free? Had he gone on a rampage, blinded by the bloodlust that had taken over him?

The thought lingered even as you were discharged days later, still weak but well enough to be sent home on recovery leave. The solitude of your house offered little comfort. Just silence and memories you couldn’t shake.

That’s when you found them.

The air in your home office felt suffocating then, thick with the weight of everything you’d uncovered. Pages upon pages of classified research on Ever lay scattered across your desk, but your focus had honed in on a single red folder.

Tartarus' file.

The name alone sent a shiver down your spine. He had always been dangerous, always teetering on the edge of something primal. But that night, the night you escaped, he had been something else entirely.

More beast than man.

Your hands trembled as you flipped it open, eyes scanning the classified documents detailing his condition, his planned containment, the terrifying reality of what your Sylus become. You mull over the blank spot where his photo would've been had the LCBI known his true identity. Fingers tracing the edges of the folder as your mind replayed the last moments before you fled. The way his carmine eyes had burned into yours, the way his breath had hitched when you tightened the chains around his throat. Had it been pain that flashed across his face? Or something else?

You never got the chance to find out.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t hear the patter of footsteps approaching from behind.

Not until it was too late.

The folder was ripped from your hands in an instant, yanked away with a force that sent your heart slamming against your ribs. You barely had time to gasp before a strong grip caught your waist, pulling you back against something unyielding, something warm, something alive.

Your breath hitched. A scent too familiar filled your senses—dark, heady, tinged with the sharp edge of something untamed.

"No…"

A slow, satisfied chuckle ghosted against your ear.

"I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, kitten."

Your blood ran cold.

Sylus.

Before you could react, he spun you around, forcing you to face him.

You barely recognized him.

His usually sharp, composed features were wild with something feverish. His sanguine eyes glowed in the dim light, darkened by something you couldn’t name. His grip on you was bruising, fingers digging into your hips as if grounding himself—as if keeping himself from devouring you whole.

"You ran," he murmured, voice smooth yet dripping with something dangerous. His free hand came up, fingers grazing over your throat, lingering just enough for your breath to falter. "Learned from the best, haven't you?"

He tilted his head, watching you like a predator sizing up its prey.

"But you shouldn’t have left me alone."

Panic coiled in your stomach as he pressed closer. The heat of his body seeped into yours, his presence overwhelming, suffocating. Your hands flew to his chest, pushing, struggling—but he didn’t budge.

He exhaled sharply, almost amused.

Then his fingers tightened around your throat.

Not enough to hurt. Not yet. But enough to make your pulse stutter beneath his touch.

You swallowed hard, meeting his gaze with defiance. "You weren’t in your right mind. You—"

"Needed you," he cut in, voice low, almost a growl. His thumb pressed lightly over your pulse, feeling the frantic beat of your heart. "I needed you—and you left me."

His grip loosened, only for his other hand to slide lower, gripping your hips with possessive force. Your breath hitched as he leaned in, brushing his lips along your jaw, your throat—pausing where his teeth had sunk into before.

"I don’t think you understand just what your presence does to me," he murmured against your skin.

His teeth grazed over the sensitive flesh, a silent warning before he bit down.

A sharp gasp tore from your lips as pain bloomed, electric and dizzying. Heat shot through you, something raw and unfamiliar pooling in your stomach. You barely registered your knees giving out, your body slumping against him as the world blurred at the edges.

Sylus caught you easily, growling as he pushed you back and up against your desk. His hands were everywhere—rough, desperate—holding you in place, claiming.

Your breath came in shallow gasps as he pulled back, licking the wound he’d left. "Still so fragile," he murmured, almost reverent. "Yet you've never failed to put up a fight."

His hands trailed down, fingers brushing over the waistband of your shorts. A shiver racked through you as he slipped his hands beyond, and for the first time, you felt something shift in his intensity—something darker.

"You’ve never been touched like this before, have you?"

The sound of slick from where his fingers disappear in you was answer enough.

Sylus groaned, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. "I should stop," he muttered, his voice strained. "I should."

But the way his fingers coaxed your clenched walls said otherwise.

The way he dragged you closer, his body pressing into yours, said otherwise.

You felt lightheaded, fading in and out of consciousness due to the bleeding on the side of your neck from where he's bitten again, but his touch was an anchor—his grip, his heat, the possessive growl rumbling in his chest as he slowly undoes the growing knot that's swirling in your stomach.

He wasn’t going to stop.

And deep down, you know you didn’t want him to.

[seattlesellie]

i need nerdy loser ellie who wears those big bulky glasses so bad it’s not even funny

yeah cos …. yeah .

i have this vision — of slightly sub!top, service top of you will, loser!ellie eating you out whilst her big nerdy glasses stay glued to the bridge of her nose (until they aren’t)

her face is hot and flushed and heated, long, thick eyelashes fluttering up and down like extra-slow butterfly wings as her talented pink muscle flicks your swollen clit up and down. she takes her time with it, and she really is talented, but more than talented she really is oblivious to the way she’s making you feel, eyebrows scrunched in worry and in question — you can almost hear her shaky voice ask if she’s doing a good job.

which is why when you send your head back and it bangs on the bathroom stall with a loud and resounding thud, and a guttural moan escapes from your lips, ellie moans with you. you just answered her question, she is doing a good job. the best job.

and her low moan sends shivers down your spine, hell — shivers down your clit and your pulsing empty hole.

“s- s- s’good ellie-uh!” — you wail, grinding your cunt extra hard on ellie’s inviting tongue. she shakes her head left and right, and it’s that damn praise that makes her cross her legs together and chase that sweet, alas imperfect friction her jeans provide against her covered sopping pink cunt. ellie then grunts in agreement, buries her nose beneath the hood of your puffy clit. she moves rapidly, eagerly, bobbing her head up and down to earn herself another whine from your lips that might make her wet herself on the spot.

and to think her friends mocked and teased her for having a pathetic crush on the hot girl from class. mocked her for doodling your face in her journal, mocked her for staring at you too hard when you entered the class late with an iced coffee cup in your hand, and now — who’s fuckin’ pussy is she eating in a humid college bathroom stall?

she nearly reaches down her pants and searches her pockets in order to find her cracked phone and send them a pic. she doesn’t, however, because you just moaned out her name so beautifully her hands changed direction and crawled down to cup her cunt. she’s harsh, she grunts and huffs, eyes rolling back inside her skull when she realizes she can feel her slick through the thick fabric of her washed denim jeans.

her eyeballs nearly touch the clear lenses of her glasses but she doesn’t mind. not when your skirt is bunched up on your thighs and your fingers spread your pussy lips open like that.

and it really is all for her, so bravery washes upon ellie, and she slides an eager finger up your hole. it nearly burns, she pumps it slowly, you clench on her nevertheless and she smiles against your cunt. you can feel her harsh breaths, her sniffles, you don’t know if she’s like this because being on her knees is hard or because she’s trying to burn your intoxicating scent up her nostrils.

then she clarifies,

“wanna eat you o-out f-forever”

you bite down on your bottom lip and suck, you want to tell her that she will, but all that comes out is a pathetic hum of agreement.

she stops, blinks in awe and adjusts her glasses to sit correctly on the bridge of her nose. you shriek because she’s edging you and you’re not sure she even knows it. “n-never seen a pussy so, pretty, i’ve never—“ she stammers, “uh” and “um” ‘s as if she’s going on a rampage about a constellation of some sort.

it really takes all that is in you to not shove her face down your cunt again. she’s lucky her voice is so raspy and that it’s truly adorable how her glasses fog up in result of her harsh breathing.

you spread your lips wider but she doesn’t get the hint. she keeps going, keeps talking, so awfully close to your clit it’s burning hot now.

“it’s so swollen, so fuckin’ wet… s’tight”

you nod and sheepishly smile, ellie giggles like a damn schoolgirl beneath you. her knees are probably chafing and her fingers are probably pruning up for spending so much time up her hole but you really don’t care. neither does she.

so you circle your clit slowly and your head lulls back, ellie humps her bare hand.

“i could fuckin’ cum j-jus’ from watchi…”

you lift your finger, placing it inside your mouth and suck. your cheeks hollow in, giving ellie an exaggerated show. you hum at your taste, then you moan when the taste of her saliva runs down your throat. you take it out of your mouth with a plop.

then you bend down, ellie gulps hard.

“ellie?”

she hums, in trance.

“d’ya know what a strap on is?”

then her glasses slip down from her nose and hit the pavement with a click.

no fucking way.

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

I have some edits - and have been updated.

Chapter 7

Y/N stood in the middle of the training hall, panting and clutching a wooden sword like it was her lifeline. Her breathing was heavy, but her grip? Steady. Mostly. Jinwoo, from the sidelines, crossed his arms and nodded slightly. Progress. She was definitely improving.

Her dodging, once an awkward, flailing dance of panic, had evolved into something that almost resembled coordination. And her punches? Well, they’d gone from “I’m going to break my own hand” to “Hmm, that might leave a bruise.” Not bad.

But today? Jinwoo had other plans.

“Fists are good,” he said, tossing a practice sword her way. Y/N fumbled a bit but caught it. “But let’s see what really suits you.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait… me? With a weapon?”

Jinwoo raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got the enthusiasm for it. Let’s find out what makes you dangerous.”

With a sigh, Y/N stepped toward the vault where Jinwoo’s weapons were stored. "Take your time," Jinwoo called after her, his tone half-encouraging, half-patient.

Y/N, focused like a caffeinated squirrel, started testing various weapons. Swords. Spears. Daggers. Nothing felt right. Some were too heavy, others as responsive as a rock. Jinwoo almost called it a day, about to say “maybe hand-to-hand is your thing” when—a pulse—shadow energy rippled through the room.

He whipped around, eyes narrowing.

At the far end of the vault, something faintly glowed violet. Y/N froze. No, it wasn’t the weird glowing thing that gave her goosebumps. Definitely not that.

But her feet? They moved of their own accord.

She took one step. Then another. And another. By the time Jinwoo blinked, she was standing in front of it—a scythe, resting in the shadows, its dust-covered blade gleaming like it had been waiting for her.

The scythe vibrated. No joke, it vibrated. This was either magic or she was having a serious case of déjà vu.

A gust of shadowy energy swirled. The blade seemed to get... shinier?

“Uh, Jinwoo… I think it likes me.”

Jinwoo’s expression darkened. “That’s not one of mine,” he muttered. Definitely not one of his.

Y/N, too stunned to back out, reached for the handle. It was cold. Then it burned. Like the scythe knew her, recognized her, like it was just waiting for her to say, “This feels... right.”

Jinwoo’s eyes narrowed. This wasn’t just any scythe.

“I think it picked me,” Y/N whispered, her voice a mix of awe and maybe we should have left this one alone.

A sudden portal ripped open in the middle of a downtown street.

“Great, just what we need,” Jinwoo muttered. “A dungeon break.”

The chaos was instant. Scream, smoke, fire, and monsters everywhere.

Jinwoo’s shadows were already in action—Beru, Igris, Bellion, Tusk, and Iron—holding back the tidal wave of beastly destruction. Jinwoo himself was a force of nature, mowing through the enemies with a calculated, brutal efficiency.

And then there was Y/N.

Still standing at the edge of it all, gripping the scythe so tight her knuckles were white. Her heart pounded, and her legs wobbled like jelly, but there was no turning back.

“I can’t stand here… I can’t disappoint Jinwoo. He trained me, fed me, didn’t kill me after my first thousand failed attempts... I OWE HIM!” She clenched her jaw.

One deep breath.

Shadow-step.

WHOOSH!

Her body flickered into darkness and disappeared.

Y/N reappeared behind a hulking monster mid-rampage.

It didn’t notice her.

But her glowing eyes pierced the gloom—eerily similar to Jinwoo’s, but with her own wild twist.

Her scythe was already at the creature’s neck.

“Showtime.”

SHHHNK!

One clean slice, and the monster’s head hit the ground before its body registered it was dead.

The civilians nearby gawked, frozen.

Then she flickered again.

And again.

Every time she reappeared, another enemy dropped.

Silent. Swift.

Like a ghost.

But it wasn’t long before—

“BWAHAHAHA!!”

Y/N finally lost it.

Y/N threw her head back, her laughter echoing over the chaos, shadow energy swirling around her like a supercharged campfire.

Her scythe crackled, humming like it was picking up speed. Her grin? Oh, it was pure villainy, a little too rehearsed in the mirror before every family gathering.

"Foolish mortals!" she cackled. "The shadow of death has arrived! Despair beneath my feet, for your end is nigh!!!"

And, of course, she shadow-stepped again—mid-sentence—and WHAM, another monster’s head dropped off. Y/N reappeared, like a well-caffeinated grim reaper, eyes glowing violet.

“FEAR ME!”

Jinwoo, right in the middle of battle, stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes flicked over to Y/N, who was popping in and out of existence like an excited child at a costume party.

Beru, who had seen a lot of things, cocked his head. “Shall we intervene, my king?”

Jinwoo sighed, rubbing his temples. "No... She’s... fine.”

Bellion, ever the optimist, gave a curt nod. “She fights like you, my liege.”

“Don’t remind me,” Jinwoo muttered, watching as Y/N, with complete theatrical flair, pirouetted behind a monster and whispered in its ear, “Boo.”

The next second, its head was rolling off like a ping-pong ball.

“Why do I feel responsible for this?” Jinwoo groaned internally.

Y/N, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. “Okay, okay, this is working. Don’t trip, Y/N. You’re the baddest villain in this apocalypse!”

She felt it now. Not fear. No. This was fire.

A group of monsters focused on her next.

Y/N smirked, spinning the scythe in her hands—effortless and graceful, like a baton twirler gone rogue.

She twirled it around her body, letting it weave circles through the air. The black blade left glowing trails as it spun.

The scythe wrapped behind her back, down one arm, over her shoulders, before she flipped it in front of her with a flourish.

“Foolish beasts,” she muttered, spinning it around her body like she was auditioning for a dance-off. “I am your reckoning.”

Then, with a villainous pose that should’ve had an audience clapping, she swiped the scythe in one smooth arc.

“Now… despair.”

In one seamless motion, she pivoted on her foot and slashed.

A dark arc of energy erupted from the scythe, slicing clean through the entire group of monsters charging toward her.

They fell like paper cutouts.

All at once.

Y/N straightened, shoulders back, face alight with pure villain glee.

Her voice dropped again, theatrical as hell.

“Pathetic. Was that all?”

The battle was over. Jinwoo’s shadows were cleaning up the remaining threats, while the Hunter Association and emergency teams handled the civilians and damages. The worst of it was over, but the atmosphere was still tense. Debris littered the streets, and hunters moved like soldiers in the aftermath of war.

Y/N was helping too… well, mostly. She finished relocating the last group of civilians and was now awkwardly standing to the side, wiping the soot from her face with the back of her sleeve. Her scythe rested against her shoulder, the blade glinting ominously in the late afternoon light. A group of lower-ranked hunters kept glancing at her warily, whispering things like “Is she… one of them? A boss? An awakened villain?”

But Y/N was too distracted to care

Because he had arrived.

Choi Jongin, cool as ever, strolled in with his Hunters Guild squad like they were on a leisurely walk.

Y/N froze, her eyes widening in complete awe. “Look at him, Jinwoo. Look at him! Isn't he so cool?" She elbowed Jinwoo like they were gossiping at a fan convention. “That mana control! The layered defense spell! He’s multitasking! Mage boyfriend material! I respect that.”

Jinwoo didn’t answer right away. His black eyes tracked Choi Jongin silently, sharp and unreadable. His arms folded tightly across his chest, fingers flexing slightly as if gripping something invisible.

He wasn’t sure why his mood suddenly dipped.

At first, he chalked it up to battle fatigue. But no.

His shadows were perfectly fine.

Beru and Igris were on standby.

Y/N was still alive, unfortunately still talking, but alive.

And yet… there was this annoying heat crawling under his skin as he watched Y/N completely ignore him.

His jaw tensed.

He inhaled slowly through his nose.

Exhaled through his teeth.

Beru edged closer. “My king… your magic is rising.”

“I know,” Jinwoo ground out.

He was boiling.

“He’s just standing there.

He hasn’t even done anything impressive today.

Flames? Really? I have Kaisel. I have Beru. I have freaking Bellion.”

He didn’t like this feeling.

He didn’t like the unfamiliar tension in his chest.

But most of all, he didn’t like her calling Choi Jongin “boyfriend material” while he was standing right there.

Choi Jongin’s conversation with the Association agents trailed off as he glanced toward Jinwoo.

His eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second.

The air around Jinwoo was subtly shifting, oppressive. Heavy.

“…It feels dangerous,” Jongin murmured under his breath.

The agent beside him blinked. “Sir?”

He didn’t answer. His gaze stayed on Jinwoo, sharp and cautious, like he was dealing with an apex predator deciding whether or not to attack.

It wasn’t just high-level mana pressure.

It was killing intent. Controlled but unmistakable.

And it was aimed in his direction.

“Guild Master Sung,” Jongin said calmly, giving a respectful nod even as his body tensed, ready to react. “Is everything alright?”

Jinwoo gave him a deadpan stare. “Fine.”

But his shadows writhed faintly on the ground.

Meanwhile, Y/N froze like someone had just clicked the pause button on her brain.

She turned her head—slowly, dramatically, like she was in a movie—and there he was.

Choi Jongin.

Korean Magic Guild’s Master.

The Archmage himself.

Standing not three feet away from her and Jinwoo.

If there had been a soundtrack to this moment, it would’ve been a heavenly choir singing "sha-lalalalalalaaaahhhhhhh" while sparkles exploded behind Jongin in slow motion.

Jinwoo inhaled slowly, staring up at the sky like he was looking for divine patience… or maybe a sign that he wasn’t about to do something he’d regret.

“Y/N,” Jinwoo said calmly, his voice dangerously even.

“Hm?” she blinked up at him, completely missing the warning signs.

“I’m going home.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Oh! Okay. I’ll be there in a bit! I’m thinking—”

“Home,” Jinwoo repeated, already turning on his heel.

 “Should I… go with you?”

Jinwoo didn’t stop walking.

He raised a hand behind him in a casual wave—the kind of casual that screamed anything but.

“I’m not stopping you,” he said over his shoulder, voice deceptively light.

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[dopemarksevenpen]

Killing people >>>>

[faithschaoschronicles]

Signet switch||Xaden and Ridoc x platonic reader

Summary— y/n finds a talisman embedded with a signet switching rune.

Word count— 883

A/n this is pure crack that’s all

It all started when you walked into the training grounds with a grin on your face and an old talisman in hand.

Xaden glanced up from where his shadows twisted and writhed at his command, curling like living creatures. He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “What’s that?”

You held it up. “No idea. Found it while we were patrolling. Looks cool though, right?”

Ridoc, lounging nearby, tilted his head. “Define ‘cool.’ Because to me, it looks like the kind of thing that screams cursed.”

“Agreed,” Xaden said, his tone clipped. “Put it down, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re both so dramatic. It’s just a hunk of stone with some runes. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The moment those words left your mouth, the talisman pulsed with light. Warm, golden energy surged outward, blinding everyone in the vicinity. You stumbled back, dropping it as Ridoc and Xaden’s yells pierced the sudden roar of magic.

When the light finally faded, you blinked and looked around. Ridoc was sprawled on the ground, staring at his hands as dark shadows flickered around them like they had a mind of their own.

Xaden stood frozen—literally. Frost spread from his boots, the temperature around him plummeting as he exhaled a puff of mist. His jaw clenched so tight you were sure his teeth might shatter.

“Oh, crap,” you whispered.

“Crap?” Xaden’s voice was ice-cold, much like the air surrounding him. “You didn’t just touch it, Y/N. You’ve switched our signets!”

Ridoc, who had been watching the shadows dance on his fingers, suddenly grinned. “Oh. Oh, this is going to be fun.”

“Ridoc, don’t—” Xaden started, but it was already too late.

Ridoc waved a hand, and Xaden’s shadows slithered toward one of the first years on the far side of the yard. A shadowy tendril coiled around their boot, yanking it off and sending the poor first year stumbling.

“Oops!” Ridoc said, feigning innocence. “Guess I don’t know my own strength.”

Xaden’s glare could’ve frozen fire. “Ridoc.”

“Relax,” Ridoc said with a laugh. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I mean, come on. You’ve had these shadow powers forever, and you don’t even use them for fun.”

“Because they’re not for fun,” Xaden snapped. He gestured sharply, and frost crept along the training dummy he’d been using moments earlier. He stopped himself just in time to avoid shattering it. “Y/N, fix this. Now.”

“I’m trying!” you said, fumbling with the talisman. “These runes are complicated.”

Meanwhile, Ridoc was having the time of his life. He created a massive shadow puppet of Xaden’s silhouette and made it stomp around like a rampaging monster, roaring dramatically.

“Behold!” Ridoc bellowed, gesturing grandly. “The terrifying Xaden Riorson!Fear his brooding and his inability to crack a smile except for when Violet compliments him.”

The first years, who had been watching the show from a safe distance, burst out laughing.

Xaden’s glare sharpened. “You think this is funny?” he growled, his breath visible in the frigid air.

Ridoc grinned, unbothered. “Absolutely. Lighten up, frosty. Oh wait, you’re already frozen solid!”

You glanced up from the talisman to see Xaden’s fists clenched at his sides, the ground beneath him coated in a fine layer of frost. He looked moments away from snapping—literally.

“Ridoc, stop provoking him!” you said, your voice high with panic.

But Ridoc ignored you. Instead, he conjured a shadow puppet of himself, dramatically bowing to the trainees. “And now, for my next trick…”

“Ridoc, I swear to every god in existence—” Xaden began, only for Ridoc’s puppet to place an oversized shadow crown on his head.

“All hail King Xaden!” Ridoc declared.

You buried your face in your hands. “This is a nightmare.”

“Y/N,” Xaden said through gritted teeth, “if you don’t fix this in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to—”

“Freeze everything? Yeah, we get it,” Ridoc cut in, waving him off. “But maybe focus that frosty rage at someone who deserves it. Like Y/N.”

“Hey!” you snapped, finally managing to decipher part of the runes. “I didn’t do this on purpose!”

Xaden’s glare shifted to you, and you swore the air got even colder. “I think you should take a chill pill and give me a second” you mumbled underneath your breath.

“What was that?” Xaden asked sharply.

“Nothing! Just—hold still!” you said, holding up the talisman. The runes began to glow again, and another wave of light surged outward.

When it faded, the shadows and frost had disappeared, replaced by the familiar, comforting warmth of the sun.

Ridoc let out a disappointed sigh. “Aw, no more shadow puppets?”

Xaden, back in control of his shadows, stalked toward you with an expression that could’ve killed. “Y/N.”

“Before you say anything, let me just say I’m really sorry,” you said, backing away. “And I promise to never touch random artifacts again. Lesson learned!”

Ridoc chuckled, clapping you on the shoulder. “Totally worth it, though. You’ve got to admit, that was hilarious.”

Xaden didn’t respond, but the murderous glint in his eyes said plenty.

You decided right then and there that it was best to leave the talisman buried in the deepest hole you could find. Far, far away from Ridoc who probably wouldn’t let you or Xaden live this down —and Xaden’s wrath.

[spideesenses]

Heat → Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x afab!reader

warnings: smut! MDNI! there’s no piv, just dry (wet) hmping. dom!miguel. panty fcking. light degrading. mentions of menstrual cycle.

prompt: Miguel doesn’t take his rapture serum, letting his more animalistic tendencies surface.

note: this has been my brainrot for several days now bc my bf did it to me and i😵‍💫 please practice safe & clean sex! you can mess up your pH balance especially with something like this, so please make sure you know the proper aftercare. love u

He could smell you. The scent of your wet slick between your thighs sent him in a frenzy, not to mention that you were ovulating. So this intense wave of horniness would hit you randomly. You’d been trying so hard to concentrate on the mission report that Jess was delivering, squeezing your thighs to gain some friction.

As Jess wrapped up the mission report, Miguel dismissed everyone. Everyone except for you. A wave of panic shot through you. You knew there was better choices to be made during the mission, but was it worth getting reprimanded for?

“What is this about?” you spoke softly, stepping forward. The release of your tightened thighs only released the scent of your dripping pussy even more so. As you stepped closer, the scent filled his nostrils and he had to stop his eyes from rolling back.

“You were helping Lyla reproduce my rampage serum earlier this week.” Miguel finally spoke after what seemed like an eternity. He wasn’t asking, he was stating the fact. So you were unsure what he wanted from you.

“Yeah, you had me stay back from a mission because I was feeling unwell.” you period was so crippling that day. You still wanted to make an impact so you asked Miguel for an alternative project to work on. “Is there a problem?”

The question made him chuckle dryly. You felt her pulse at the sound. That, you couldn’t help. He turned giving you what seemed like a grin. A sadistic grin.

“When you updated the inventory,” he waved his hand and a computer monitor came up. Video footage of you storing 6 vials into his cabinet pulled up. You had turned in your rolling chair to lean over as you went to fill out the fields on the computer.

Your name

The date

The serums you were making updates to

The quantity

You squinted your eyes at the footage. Oh. Seemingly enough, you had fatfingered an extra number on the file and saved it carelessly before exiting the lab.

“I was under the impression that I had another 10 vials to last me before I had to make more. I actually would have asked you to assist me in that again, but because of your mistake,” he swiped his hand again, making the video feed disappear and taking a step closer to you, making you instinctively back up. “I am all out.” he wasted no time grabbing you by the neck, forcing you to look up at him. “Do you understand what that means cariño?”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, wincing as his grip on your throat tightened. You reached up to grab his wrist, giving it a squeeze.

He ignored your apology. “And while Lyla is scrambling to make a new batch, I have sit here and smell you.” if his teeth wasn’t dripping with venom, his voice was. This didn’t help your problem. You could feel the wetness collecting at the crotch of your suit. The way he was manhandling you? Scolding you as a means to humiliate you? He took a whiff of the air once more, blinking a few times before narrowing his eyes at you. “Is this- Are you getting aroused by this?” you didn’t have to answer, he could smell it.

Due to his lack of rampage, his senses seemed to have heightened. He was more aware, he had to be. He was like an animal released in the wild with no limits to his terrain.

He needed you just as much as you needed him. He’d take you as quickly as he could, oh but he knew it would take patience. As mean and broody as he was, he was still a gentleman, when he wanted to be. Images of you being manhandled, moaning with him touching every inch of your body. He blinked a few times realizing you were using your powers on him. You could project thoughts into ones mind.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.” he nuzzled his face into your neck, peppering kisses there. Miguel teasingly dragged his fangs against the soft skin at your neck, making you whimper.

“Don’t stop,” you huffed out. Your sexual frustrations were agonizing, body heating up quickly as your dripping slick grew warmer. The sounds that were coming from you reminded Miguel of the sounds that a prey would make when it was caught. The primal instinct was to bite you, mark you as his territory.

A sweet little moan escaped passed your lips. Miguel looked down and seen your thumbs caressing your nipple through your suit. He could see the hardened mound, how painful it looked. The thought of you pleasuring yourself underneath him would have been more than okay… if he wasn’t feeling territorial.

Miguel flicked your hand away, grasping your breast in his free hand, his other still tightly around your throat. He palmed over your sensitive bud, the feeling of a more calloused hand over your boob feeling sensational. You didn’t care how needy your mewls had sounded, you were unbelievably turned on out of your mind. Whatever he was willing to give you, you would take. The moans falling passed your lips were caught with his.

You would occasionally buck your hips into his, emitting a growl as he lightly bit your bottom lip. You needed friction. Anything to relieve the growing pain. With control, you bucked your hips slowly, making sure to drag the pool of wetness onto his suit. You’d let out a breathless ‘heh’ as you felt him through his suit.

Oh and he could feel you alright. The one stroke alone had left a wet on his suit. He quickly commanded for his suit to disappear and he was suddenly bare in front of you.

He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. His chiseled chest through his suit was a masterpiece. And now that it was bare right in front of you? He looked too delicious to be consumed. His waist was slim in comparison to his chest, yet bulky and defined. His happy trail lead down to something that you would consider very happy to see you. It wasn’t just the girth that intimidated you, it was the length as well. How the hell was he going to fit that in you without breaking you or tearing you in half?

He wasted no time in tearing at the crotch of your suit.

“Hey!” you whined. You’d made your own suit. You were actually one of the only spider people without an upgraded suit. The first version of your suit was your now ruined suit.

“I’ll program you another suit princesa,” he panted, gasping as your silky red underwear came into view. Though the wet patch of your underwear presented a more maroon color. He lifted you up on his desk, pushing his keyboard and mouse off in the process. He bent down, taking a whiff of your clothed, soaked pussy.

His eyes glossed over crimson. Miguel wasn’t even sure if he had ever been this aroused before. Maybe it was because he couldn’t remember a damn day where he was out of his serum. He pressed your lips together in a hard kiss, jerking his hips forward so the leaky tip of his cock would press against your puffy clit.

“M’gonna fuck you with your panties on,” he mumbled against your lips. He guided his cock underneath your panties, collecting the wetness from your crying pussy. The tightness of your underwear was enough to keep his cock firmly pressed against your slit.

You bucked your hips eagerly, whimpering as the feeling of his cock against your pussy stimulated the most sensitive part of you. He switched hands; one resumed its position at the base of your neck, pinning you down on his desk and the other held your thigh as it was hiked over his hip.

Miguel rutted his hips, letting out a sigh of relief. Although it wasn’t the inside of your plush, wet heat, this would do. The scent of you enveloped him and he could only imagine what your velvety walls would feel like fluttering around him.

“More, please.” you begged, tears brimming your eyes as you could feel yourself wanting more than just the slow rolling of the hips.

“Oh,” Miguel pursed his lips, looking down at you. “Look at you so desperate for my cock.” he was talking down on you again, making your jaw fall slack as he slowly picked up the pace, stimulating your clitoris a little more.

The sounds that were coming from the underside of his cock rubbing against your wet slit were pornographic almost. Slosh, slosh, slosh. If he could drown in your puddles of wetness, he’d be all in you every second of everyday.

“Cock hungry and I haven’t even been inside of you,” he coo’d. He drew his hips back, the tip of his cock slipping past your folds. Miguel’s eyes locked onto yours as he gently prodded past your pussy lips.

At this point, it was like you were the animal. Bucking your hips in desperation, tears spilling from your eyes as you pleaded - as you begged him to break you. He could take you however he wanted, he could make it hurt, you just needed him.

“You’re gonna shut up and take what I give you, like the slut you are. Do you understand me?” his voice was stern enough to pull you from your cock drunk state. You nodded your head. “Use your words, princesa.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir,” you answered before he shoved his fingers into your mouth, to which you suckled on with joy.

“That’s my good girl,” he gave you positive reinforcement. Slowly begin to move his hips again, only this time he had his thumb placed on top of the fabric of your panties, so he could keep the placement of his cock over your clit.

His pace was unforgiving. The sound of you begging so desperately for his cock echoing. The image of you crying over not being fucked was glued to the back of his eyelids. You were so cock drunk already, it made him wonder how long you’d been thinking about him fucking you.

Images of you fucking yourself with your fingers, free hand pinching your nipple while moaning his name popped up in his head. Here you were, projecting images into his head once more. As he’s fucking you through your panties, he can feel the grip of your mouth releasing his fingers. Your mouth was ajar as he pistoned his hips against yours, your moans and his grunts filling the room.

“Fuck, Miguel,” you moaned, your hand capturing your breast. “Please, can I come?”

How obedient. Still asking him permission after he told you to take whatever it was he was giving. How much were you wrapped around his finger?

“Yeah baby, you can come. Come for me,” he leaned over, mumbling into your ear, his teeth grazing over the shell of your ear. “Come on, be a good girl for me.” hearing that made you whimper in his ear as you released the knot that was forming in your stomach.

“Fuu-“ you whined, arching your back against him. Your walls clenched around nothing, wishing you could milk him for every drop. You felt your body convulse as euphoria took over you, your cheeks flushed red as your legs shook around Miguel. He could feel your hard nipples on his bare chest. In the frenzy you were in, he had no idea how you were even coherent enough to reach down between you two. Your hand kept his cock in place while your thumb circled around his sensitive tip.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head. He imagined the softness of your hands being as soft as you were on the inside as he pounded you. His hips began to stammer as he released his load into your panties, with a guttural moan. His hips slowed and he rested his forehead against yours.

You could feel how heavy your panties were. They were slicked down from the wetness of your pussy, and now they were filled with Miguel’s cum.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Miguel muttered.

“Huh?” he heard Jess’ voice in confusion.

He blinked and suddenly Jess, Peter, and you surrounded him. Just as you did during the mission report. Jess and Peter were confused to say the least, but not you.

Your smug grin confirmed Miguel’s thoughts. You had been using your powers to project your sexual fantasies in his head.

“Ay coño,” he whispered under his breath. “I’m gonna fucking kill her.”

[mingtinys]

[11:45 p.m.]

pairing : song mingi x gn!reader

fluff , humor , comfort fic

warnings : thunderstorms

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : i am not the least bit ashamed to admit this was slightly inspired by that one ouran host club episode. it is my comfort episode. sue me.

Typically, you're one to enjoy a good Summer storm. You're rather fond of the cozy peace they bring. Especially late at night, when the heavy rain starts to sound like static and lulls you into a deep sleep. Interrupted only by soft rolls of thunder and the occasional blue flickers of lightning.

But the one tonight is far too aggressive for your taste.

The rain is deafening as it continues its onslaught against your poor window. And each startling crash of lightning precedes an even louder boom that shakes the room. Rattling picture frames that hang delicately on the walls.

You won't be sleeping tonight. That's for sure.

Anxiety wraps its nimble fingers around your heart and squeezes with each subsequent lighting strike. Digging its claws deeper and deeper until you can't take it anymore.

Your comforter is quickly tossed to the side, skin exposed to the chilly night air in your desperate escape. You tiptoe your way to the living room, searching for the giant scaredy-cat you know is likely up calming his own nerves.

And sure enough, there he is.

Cuddled up on the couch with the fuzziest blanket he owns draped over his shoulders. He's mindlessly acrolling through his phone with his headphones on at full volume. You can just barely make out the faint song playing through them.

You creep up slowly so as not to spook him, though it doesn't do much good. Mingi still flinches as soon as your shadow casts across the room with yet another flash from outside. Whipping his head around so fast you're surprised he doesn't get whiplash. But he quickly recovers, laughing at himself once he realizes it's just you.

He slips off his headphones and lets them hang from around his neck. "Storm keeping you up?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you liked storms," he frowns.

"I do, this one's just a little..."

Mingi hums. "I get it. Come, sit." He pats the open spot beside him and you sit. His arm wraps around your shoulder, enveloping you into his blanket cocoon and pulling you in until you're smooshed against his side.

"Did the storm spook you too?" You ask, resting your head on the junction of his neck.

"Pfft, no, I like being awake–"

A giant crack of lightning strikes the pavement outside a little too close for comfort and startles the both of you. Mingi even lets loose a sharp string of curses. It makes you giggle, which unwinds the knot in your stomach just enough to tease your boyfriend.

"You were saying?"

But then the power flickers as the wind picks up and you're eating your words. Tensing at the near-instant karma for teasing Mingi. The wind is the worst part, in your opinion.  You hate how it howls and bellows as it whips around the corners of your home. It echoes through your head, sending you into a spiral of anxiety. Heart racing so fast you can feel its pulse in every limb.

Until suddenly, it all stops. Muted by calming tunes blasting through the headphones placed over your ears.

You glance up at Mingi, pulling one side back. "Are you sure you don't need them?"

"No, I'll be okay. Besides, I'm your big strong boyfriend, it's my job to take care of you." Mingi puffs his chest, looking rather proud of his heroic act.

"You're such a dork."

He just smiles and shakes his head at your comment. Then taps through his playlist to find music he knows you like. "Just try to get some sleep," he says as he readjusts the headphones and presses a long kiss to your temple.

To his credit, the headphones do a wonderful job of blocking out the storm. You wouldn't even know it was still ongoing if it weren't for the way Mingi jumps up every so often. Completely defenseless against the rampage outside now that you've taken his only protection. And even though each time you look at him, he reassures you with a tight smile, you know he's dying a little on the inside with each boom of thunder.

So, eventually, you coax him to lie down and tuck his head to your chest, holding him with your arm pressed over his ear. He hums when your fingers slowly toy with his hair, the vibration of it tickling your skin. Within seconds, he's fully melted into you. The both of you slipping into a slumber with the storm now nothing but background noise.

taglist: @dontwannaexsist

[ha-rinrin]

Amusement Park Date

Summary: Just you and your girlfriends Jinx on a date full of exiting rides.

Pairing: Jinx x fem!reader

wordcount: 3.8k

Authors note: After my rampage, I'm just gonna write and enjoy the ride. I just hope you like the long fics, 'cause I already started working on some of them.

masterlist

The soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow in your cozy dorm room. You slowly stirred awake, acutely aware of the warmth next to you. Jinx lay beside you, her breathing soft and steady, but your mind was filled with memories of the night before—the intense moments you shared, bodies intertwined, the passionate kisses and whispered promises that had left you both breathless and exhausted.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but smile at the sight of her, peaceful and content. You reached out, brushing a gentle finger against her cheek, marveling at how perfect she looked in the morning light. Jinx stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet yours, a sleepy grin spreading across her face.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you murmured, your heart swelling at her sleepy expression.

“Morning,” she replied, her voice a soft rasp. She turned to cuddle closer, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck, her warmth enveloping you both.

You closed your eyes, relishing the moment. It was quiet, a serene contrast to the excitement that usually surrounded Jinx. Just the two of you, lost in the comfort of each other’s presence.

But after a few blissful minutes of cuddling, you felt her shift. Suddenly, she sat up, her eyes alight with mischief and excitement. “Hey! Guess what today is!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing on the bed.

You chuckled, still half-asleep. “What’s got you so hyped up this early?”

“The amusement park!” she squealed, her enthusiasm infectious. “We’re going to ride all the scariest rides. I can’t wait!”

You groaned playfully, but inside, a rush of excitement coursed through you. “Isn’t it too early for roller coasters?”

“Never!” Jinx replied, her eyes sparkling. “Besides, we’ve got to get ready! I want to make the most of today!”

You laughed at her energy, feeling it lift your spirits. “Alright, alright. Just let me wake up first!”

She leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your lips, her expression suddenly serious. “Last night was amazing,” she whispered, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her playful demeanor.

“Yeah, it really was,” you replied, your heart racing at the memory of how close you had been.

With a mischievous grin, she jumped out of bed, her vibrant energy filling the room. “Come on! We’ve got rides to conquer!”

You watched as she danced around the room, throwing on her favorite band t-shirt and a pair of colorful shorts. It was impossible not to smile at her antics.

“Okay, I’m getting up,” you said, throwing off the covers and joining her. “But only if I get another kiss”

She stopped mid-dance, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You drive a hard bargain, y/n.”

With that, she closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a playful kiss that was both tender and exhilarating. Pulling away, she gave you a bright grin. “Now, let’s get going! I want to be the first in line for the biggest roller coaster!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you got dressed, the anticipation building for the thrilling day ahead. With Jinx by your side, you knew it was going to be unforgettable.

As you arrive at the amusement park, laughter and the sounds of thrilling rides fill the air, creating a pulse of excitement all around you. Colorful banners swayed gently in the breeze, and the smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafted toward you, adding to the lively energy.

“Look at that roller coaster!” she says, pointing to the towering ride that twisted and turned against the blue sky. It seemed to reach for the clouds, and you could feel the rush of excitement in her voice. “We have to ride that first!”

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “You really want to start with the scariest one?”

“Of course! What’s the fun in starting with something boring?” she grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on!”

With that, she grabbed your hand, leading you through the entrance and toward the colossal ride. The closer you got, the more you could feel the vibrations of the roller coaster beneath your feet as it soared and dropped. You feel a mix of thrill and nerves, but her energy is contagious, and soon you’re grinning ear to ear.

“This is gonna be epic!” she shouted as you stepped into the line. You could feel your heart racing—not just from the impending ride, but from the fact that you were here with her, sharing this exhilarating experience.

Finally, it was your turn to board the ride. As you settled into your seat, Jinx glanced over at you, her expression a mix of excitement and determination. “Ready?” she asked, her voice barely audible over the sounds of the ride.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” you replied, squeezing her hand tightly.

The ride lurched forward, and with each click of the ascent, you could hear Jinx’s laughter rising above the noise. When the coaster finally reached its peak, time seemed to slow as you looked down at the ground far below. She lets out a wild scream, and in that moment, your nerves melt away.

“Here we go!” she shouted as the coaster plummeted, the rush of wind hitting your face and the thrill of the drop sending you into fits of laughter. You screamed alongside her, both of you exhilarated and alive as the ride twisted and turned, your bodies pressing together as you shared the experience.

When the ride finally came to a stop, you stumbled off, breathless and giddy. Jinx grabbed your shoulders, her eyes wide with excitement. “That was incredible! Let’s go again!”

You laughed, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. “You really want to? I thought I was going to lose my breakfast!”

“Not a chance!” she insisted, dragging you back into line. “It’s even better the second time!”

As you rode again and again, the thrill of the rides kept you both energized and in high spirits. You laughed, screamed, and held on tight to each other, the thrill of the park creating a bond that felt unbreakable.

After a few more rides, you both decided to take a break. Jinx suggested grabbing some snacks, and you headed toward a colorful food stand that sold everything from funnel cakes to fried dough.

“Fried dough!” she announced, her eyes lighting up. “We have to get some!”

You ordered a plate to share, and as you both took a seat on a nearby bench, Jinx eagerly pulled apart the dough, steam rising as she handed you a piece. “You have to try it!” she insisted, taking a huge bite and giving you a thumbs up.

You chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Alright, alright.” You took a bite, and the sweet, fluffy goodness melted in your mouth. “This is amazing!”

“See? I told you!” she said, grinning as powdered sugar dusted her lips. You reached out to wipe it away with your thumb, and she leaned in, her smile brightening. “You know, you’ve got a little something right here…”

Before you could respond, she leaned in and pressed her lips to yours, a burst of spontaneity between you. You could feel the world around you fade as the kiss deepened, a perfect blend of sweetness and excitement.

Breaking away, Jinx giggled, her cheeks flushed with exhilaration. “Okay, enough of that. We have more rides to try”

“Alright, what’s next?” you asked, feeling completely swept up in her energy.

Jinx’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Let’s hit the carousel! I can’t resist those colorful horses”

You laughed at her enthusiasm. “Sounds good to me! But after that, I think we should find something thrilling to balance it out.”

She nudged you playfully, a mischievous grin on her face. “Deal! Now, let’s go!”

As you hopped onto the carousel, you spotted a beautifully painted horse near the center. With a grin, you climbed onto it, and Jinx quickly followed, settling in behind you. She wrapped her arms around your waist, her excitement palpable.

“Perfect spot!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with joy. “This is going to be so much fun!”

The carousel began to spin, the colorful lights twinkling around you as cheerful music filled the air. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of the horse beneath you, and the laughter of other riders blended with the music, creating an atmosphere of pure delight.

Jinx leaned her head against your back, her warmth wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. “I love this!” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “Look at all the colors! It’s like we’re in a dream!”

You smiled, glancing around at the spinning horses, the bright lights, and the joyful faces of people enjoying the ride. “It really is magical,” you replied, feeling a warmth spread in your chest.

As the carousel turned, you could hear Jinx giggling behind you. “I feel like a kid again! This is the best date ever!”

Her enthusiasm was contagious, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not even riding the horse properly! You’re supposed to hold on tight!”

“I’m holding on to you!” she countered, squeezing you playfully.

The ride continued, and you savored the moment—her laughter, the way her arms felt around you, and the pure happiness radiating from her. You glanced back at Jinx, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

“Hey, can we just stay here forever?” Jinx asked, her tone playful yet sincere. “I could ride this carousel all day if it means being close to you like this.”

You felt your heart flutter at her words. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” you replied, leaning back into her embrace, feeling her warmth against you. “Just you and me, surrounded by all this magic.”

As the carousel spun, you both took in the world around you—laughter, lights, and the vibrant colors—and it felt like time stood still. The ride was a delightful blur, but the moment spent with Jinx was everything. You felt happy and safe, like nothing could touch you as long as you were together.

As the carousel began to slow, Jinx nestled closer, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I’m not ready for this to end,” she murmured softly, her voice filled with affection.

“Neither am I,” you admitted, glancing back at her with a smile. “But we still have plenty of rides left, right?”

“Right! Let’s make this day unforgettable!” Jinx replied, her enthusiasm infectious as the ride came to a stop. You both hopped off, hand in hand.

With the carousel ride behind you, you and Jinx wandered deeper into the amusement park, the cheerful sounds of laughter and music enveloping you. Jinx practically bounced on her feet as she scanned the array of rides and games.

“Okay, what’s next?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We have to find something that’ll make us scream!”

You chuckled, glancing around at the various attractions. “How about that other roller coaster over there?” You pointed to the towering red structure, its tracks twisting and turning dramatically in the sky.

“Absolutely! Let’s go!” Jinx exclaimed, tugging you along as you dashed toward the entrance. The line was fairly short, and you both climbed into the seat, securing the harness over your bodies. The anticipation made your heart race even before the ride began.

As the roller coaster climbed higher, the world below seemed to shrink away. As the roller coaster climbs, the world below shrinks away. You grip the safety bar, but your eyes keep flicking back to her. Her laughter rang out above the clattering of the ride, bright and infectious.

“Look at us go!” she shouted, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The sunlight caught her, making her sparkle with joy. You couldn’t help but smile at the sheer joy radiating from her.

At that moment, you realized how much you loved seeing her like this—completely immersed in the thrill of the ride, free and unrestrained. The anticipation built as the coaster reached its peak, and for a brief second, time seemed to freeze. You turned your head to take in her wide smile, the way her cheeks dimpled with happiness, and how her eyes shone like stars.

“Are you ready?” you yelled over the roar of the wind, your heart pounding with excitement and affection.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” she shouted back, her voice bubbling with thrill.

As the coaster crested the hill and plunged down, you both screamed together, but as the ride twisted and turned, you couldn’t shake the feeling of pure elation. The world blurred around you, but all you could focus on was Jinx.

When the ride hit a particularly steep drop, Jinx threw her arms up, her joyful shrieks intertwining with your own. In that exhilarating moment, you feel completely alive, caught up in the rush of the ride and the thrill of her laughter beside you.

When the coaster finally slowed, and you both emerged, breathless and giddy, you caught Jinx’s eye again. She was still riding the high of the experience, a brilliant smile lighting up her face.

“Did you see how I totally owned that ride?” she bragged, her playful energy contagious.

“I think you made the roller coaster look easy!” you laughed, unable to help but admire her enthusiasm. “You’re the queen of thrills!”

She nudged you playfully, her laughter ringing out like music. “And you’re my trusty sidekick! We can conquer any ride!”

You stand together, breathless, sharing a moment of pure joy. As her thrill settles into a quiet smile, you feel incredibly lucky to be here with her.

“Seriously, though,” you said softly, your heart full. “You being this happy is infectious; I love it”

Jinx’s expression softened, her playful demeanor melting into something more sincere. “And I love being here with you. You make everything more fun.”

You couldn’t help but grin at her words, feeling a rush of affection swell in your chest. In that moment, surrounded by the sounds of the amusement park and the thrill of adventure, you knew this was a memory you’d cherish forever.

“Ready for the next ride?” she asked, her mischievous grin returning.

“Always,” you replied, taking her hand as you both charged forward into the next adventure, the warmth of her joy still lingering in your heart.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the amusement park, you and Jinx made your way toward the last two rides of the day. The energy in the air felt electric, and you could tell Jinx was buzzing with excitement.

“Okay, how about we hit that spinning ride next?” Jinx suggested, pointing at a colorful attraction that looked like it twisted and turned in every direction. The bright lights flickered like stars, and you could hear the laughter of those who were already on it.

“Let’s do it!” you agreed, feeling a thrill of anticipation as you approached the ride. The line moved quickly, and before you knew it, you were seated in the colorful car, the safety bar lowering over your laps.

As the ride started, it spun faster and faster, making your head spin along with it. Jinx squealed with delight, throwing her hands up in the air as you clutched the bar. The world blurred around you, and all you could focus on was her laughter. It was impossible not to get caught up in her joy, even as the ride twisted you around in dizzying circles.

“Wheeee!” Jinx shouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “This is the best! Are you dizzy yet?”

“Not as much as you are!” you called back, laughing as you felt the exhilaration wash over you. The ride took you higher and higher, and with each twist, Jinx’s laughter echoed, wrapping around you like a warm hug.

After what felt like both an eternity and a brief moment, the ride finally slowed to a stop. You stumbled out, your head still spinning but your heart racing with excitement. “That was insane!” you said, trying to catch your breath.

Jinx grinned at you, her cheeks flushed from the thrill. “See? I told you it would be fun!”

“Okay, I’ll admit, you were right,” you replied, your heart full. “But I think we should end with something a little more relaxing—like the Ferris wheel.”

“Great idea! Let’s go!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet as she led the way through the park.

The line for the Ferris wheel was shorter than you’d expected, and soon enough, you found yourselves seated in one of the bright gondolas, the world sprawling out beneath you. As the wheel began to ascend, the sights of the amusement park spread out below you, the colorful lights glowing against the twilight sky.

Jinx leaned against the railing, her gaze wide as she took in the view. “Look at everything! It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed, her excitement infectious.

You watched her, a smile spreading across your face. “You’re beautiful,” you said, unable to resist the urge to tell her how you felt.

Jinx turned to you, her expression softening. “You’re just saying that because you want me to kiss you at the top,” she teased, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

“Maybe,” you admitted, feeling a warmth spread through you. “But I mean it.”

The gondola reached the top, and you both paused, the world stretched out before you, illuminated by thousands of twinkling lights. In that moment, it felt like time stood still.

“Okay, I guess you earned your kiss,” Jinx said, her tone playful yet sincere. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your lips.

The kiss was soft at first, a sweet exchange filled with the magic of the moment. But as the moment stretched on, the kiss deepened, fueled by the thrill of the rides and the affection you felt for each other. You lost yourself in her warmth, feeling the world fade away until it was just the two of you.

“Wow,” Jinx whispered as she pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “We should ride the Ferris wheel more often!”

“Agreed,” you chuckled, still feeling the heat of her lips against yours.

As the gondola began its descent, you both held hands tightly, the laughter of the park swirling around you, the joy of the day wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

Once you stepped off the Ferris wheel, Jinx turned to you, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Okay, what's next on our adventure list?" she asked, practically bouncing on her feet with enthusiasm. You could tell she was still riding the high from the day, her spirit infectious.

“I think we should finish off with that free-fall ride over there,” you suggested, pointing toward the towering structure that loomed in the distance. It promised an exhilarating drop that would leave your stomach in your throat.

“Are you serious? Yes!” Jinx exclaimed, her eyes lighting up even more. “Let’s go!”

You both raced toward the ride, the atmosphere buzzing around you with laughter and the sounds of joy. As you approached the entrance, your heart quickened at the thought of what was to come. You glanced at Jinx, who was practically vibrating with excitement.

“Just a heads up,” you said, your voice teasing. “If I scream, it’s totally your fault for dragging me on this.”

She laughed, her expression mischievous. “Bring it on! You’ll be screaming for a different reason after we ride this!”

After a brief wait, you both climbed into your seats. The safety bar clicked down, and you felt a mix of anxiety and thrill coursing through you. The ride slowly ascended, your view of the park expanding with every passing moment. The world below shrank, and you could see the lights twinkling like stars.

“Look how high we are!” Jinx shouted over the wind, her laughter mixing with the sounds of the ride. She looked over at you, her eyes wide with excitement. “This is going to be epic!”

Just as you were about to respond, the ride reached its peak. For a brief second, everything went still, the anticipation hanging in the air like a charged electric current. Then, without warning, the ground dropped away, and you were hurtling downward.

The scream tore from your lips, but it was quickly drowned out by Jinx’s ecstatic laughter. You felt the adrenaline rush through you, a whirlwind of emotions as the ride fell and spun, your heart racing with each wild twist. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

When the ride finally came to a stop, you staggered out, breathless and dizzy. Jinx caught your arm, her grin bright as she pulled you close. “That was amazing! Did you scream like a baby?”

“Only because you were having too much fun to notice!” you shot back, both of you laughing as you caught your breath.

With the sky darkening, the lights of the amusement park twinkled even more brilliantly. You took a moment to glance around, realizing how much fun you had together. Jinx’s presence made every moment feel alive, electric with energy.

“Last ride?” you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Definitely!” she agreed, her eyes shining. “Let’s do the bumper cars! I need to take out some of this adrenaline!”

You both dashed to the bumper cars, excited for one last bit of fun. Once inside your cars, you wasted no time in ramming into each other. Laughter erupted as you bumped and dodged, the chaotic energy only amplifying the joy of the day.

Jinx drove aggressively, her wild spirit shining through as she veered toward a cluster of unsuspecting kids, gleefully bumping into their cars. “Watch out, little ones!” she laughed, narrowly missing a child who squealed in delight. “You can’t escape me!” she shouted, slamming into your side with playful ferocity.

“Watch out!” you yelled, your laughter mingling with the shrieks of surprise as Jinx zigzagged through the bumper cars, crashing into another car filled with giggling children. “You’re going to scare them!”

After several minutes of playful chaos, the ride finally ended. You both stepped out, exhilarated and a little breathless. Jinx looked over at you, her cheeks flushed with happiness, a mischievous grin lighting up her face as she surveyed the delighted chaos she’d left in her wake.

“Best day ever,” she said, her smile radiant.

You couldn’t help but grin back. “Yeah, it really was.”

As you walked hand in hand toward the park exit, you could feel the warmth of her fingers intertwined with yours. The laughter and joy of the day lingered in the air, a sweet reminder of the moments you shared.

“Next time, we should make it a weekend adventure,” Jinx suggested, her voice dreamy as you both strolled beneath the twinkling lights.

“Definitely. Just as long as you promise to scream with me on the roller coasters,” you replied, nudging her playfully.

“Only if you promise to let me drive the bumper cars again next time!” she shot back, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Deal,” you laughed, pulling her close as you stepped out of the amusement park, knowing that no matter where your adventures took you, each moment with Jinx would always be unforgettable.