#punishing gray raven x y/n

[carline-k]

The One and Only Vampire I Would (not) Faint On

Chrome x F! Commandant.

Synopsis: How are you going to explain to Chrome– who seems to really like his vampire coating– while you are excited for him, that you fear vampires? Can you make an exception for this one vampire to not allow yourself to lose your mind (and consciousness)? Oh, how you wish it would be that easy.

a.n.: Being someone that was wounded by a certain vampire anime “romance” (you know what you are), I must say vampires alert my fight-or-flight LOL. Mainly because of that Nosferatu became my least favorite coating of his, but I still love its design, really (the splash arts on his memories certainly… *nom*. Just thinking about it flutters my heart, again). Legit, it’s now on rerun and I am contemplating whether I should just buy it for his handsome portrait dkadlskadald ;;; Also, this could be just a piece of my oc/chrome stuff but i just want to make it as skk in general.

Art below was commissioned from this artist! @/maltmochie (go check them out!)

Lastly, Happy Halloween and hopefully you have fun reading this!

“Say… do you guys really have no other option for the coating options other than vampire?”

The rustling noise of the paper suddenly stops, replaced by the sound of a cup being lifted, a chugging noise, then a small ‘tack!’ sound produced by the collusion of the cup’s bottom and a certain researcher’s table. A tired gaze stares into the person that just threw the question. ‘A-kind-of silly question’, according to him.

“I beg your pardon?” Asimov says while his hands continue the previous halted move, arranging the stacks of paper that are almost never absent decorate his table. A drawing of a vampire-themed coating, or its proper name “Nosferatu”,  is settled between them, but soon gets picked up by you, who is currently sitting right beside him. Your eyes scan the drawing for the ninth time, flying your attention from the drawing board after checking it briefly back to a certain blonde construct who is busy on the other side of the lab, with Ayla checking every inch of his new coating to see if there’s a dent or any places that are still lacking or needing further adjustment. Once again, your eyes land on the drawing board, re-reading the name and the description of the coating.

Nosferatu.  Theme: Paradise Lost. Status: Completed, Accepted by the User: Chrome. Description: Drink a glass of redness in the dark night in admiration of all beings. No longer accepted by the light, he will still protect you quietly in the dark.

As much as those description lines send your stomach on somersault due to how romantic it sounds, it is still a weaker feeling compared to what you feel right now. You then look back at Asimov, almost forgetting to answer his previous question if not for the small cough he just let out to grab your attention back to him.

“Hmm, well… Halloween has waaay more varieties of monsters, no? Uhh, for example…” You wave your index finger, thinking hard, trying to come up with a “better” idea, per se. “Demon lord, witches, mages, puppets, grim-reapers, and so on.”

“And a vampire can still be categorized as a creature that is fitting for a spooky event, no?”, he argues back. You internally curse, despite expecting this kind of answer from him. ‘His point is absolutely valid, of course, but…’

“Well, it is. But isn’t it too… cliche and predictable?” a pause, “Corny?”, another pause, “Yeah. It’s totally repetitive and boring!”, you finally exclaimed as you nervously tap the drawing board. For the next whole 15 seconds, both of you suddenly enter what seemingly to be a staring contest, one is waiting for the other party’s response, while the latter is staring in disbelief at how dumb you sound right now. He then breaks the silent first. 

"You seem to be bothered by that. Don't tell me…” He leans closer, bringing his face right in front of you as he mutters those words in whispering and low tone, keeping his sharp gaze to you. You instinctively gulp, having a slight suspicion that he already has everything figured out.

“... you are scared of it?"

Like a deer caught in the headlight, you just freeze there, eyes widened, before trying to deny the man’s conclusion as fast as possible to refute his (very true) claim.

"No! No way! What makes you think of that? I – I mean… well, I AM kind of scared, isn't that the whole purpose of a spooky creature? To spook people? Does it not  count as a success as it invests fear in me– I mean people?!"

"...sure."

"..."

"..."

"So you are scared."

"...yeah."

"But it's Chrome who will be wearing that coating." That sentence alone is enough to spread red color on your cheeks. He knows about your feelings of the blonde construct (a bit too much as you keep babbling about Chrome on him). So much for being one of the close friends of yours since the day you worked with him, or just because he is a great vessel for pouring your heart’s content due to his tight-sealed lips when it comes to personal matters. 

"Does that make any difference?" You exhale, slightly pinching the bridge of your nose. Those vampire series “romance” that you watched during your teenage days slowly emerge back in your mind, sending shudders and unpleasant memories. It's unbearable to even watch 30 seconds of the clip of it nowadays. Whoever made that abusive-romance vampire series where they keep sucking the poor girl’s blood and declare that as love, is a totally lunatic– or a masochistic author, to be more precise. Or rather, it's just the fact that it’s just not your cup of tea, but it does become your personal hell nowadays. Everytime you try to overcome it, you feel like you want to sink to the nearest pond to cleanse your soul. You tried many times, only to end up with nightmares later. Does this man really think your crush could make you suddenly forget the fear? Deep down, you really hope so. 

"No, it unfortunately does not make any difference to me. It just reminds me of some stories I read because my friend suggested that it ended up giving me nightmares for like... weeks..." You summarize your reasoning to Asimov, who now has leaned back to his chair with crossed legs.

Asimov just hums, seems unbothered by your distraught. After all, the coating has already reached its complete stage, there's no way an opinion from one person could change the initial plan anyway. The user himself had no objection, since he and his teammates seemed to have arranged plans for their own team’s theme for this year’s halloween.

You glance once again at the drawing board that displays the 3D model of "Nosferatu" coating, rotating it around to give it more look. "Though, it does look great, artistically. I just feel.. too disturbed by it. Look at those red eyes… and pointy… uh, wings? And nice cravats, too… still…”, feeling more and more uncomfortable, you lightly shake your head, then slightly move closer so what you are about to say only reaches Asimov’s ears.

“But, Anyway, please don't tell this to Chrome! He already worked hard with WGAA to come up with this coating, he doesn’t have to worry about my feelings, since I know he is pretty self-aware about this kind of stuff, even with his normal frame. I will state this: this is my dumb secret that I will take into my grav–"

"Commandant?"

A familiar voice from behind almost made your heart jump outside your body as you yelped in surprise and nearly spilled Asimov's coffee had it not been held down by a firm mug-cast (thank heavens, you don't want to spend more money on fixing his computers stuff). You turn back, trying to gather your scattered mind after your freak out to regain your composure before embarrassing yourself further in front of Chrome. Well, you tried.

"CH–CHro–Chrome?! Wah– uh, Hello! Uh, do you need something?" 

Ah, shit. The voice you just let out really betrays your effort to appear undisturbed right now.

Standing before you is Chrome, which unfortunately for your poor soul, is currently still using the Nosferatu coating you were discussing with Asimov. Red eyes stare into you in surprise due to your previous freak out, a hint of worry is visible on his face. But to your certain fear, that expression is not registered in your head, busy keeping yourself together, to not make the person you adore find out about your silly discomfort. Your hand unconsciously reaching for something on the table, trying to find something to hold your dear life for, something that might become a distraction that offers small comfort to your shaking hand.

“Sorry, did I disturb something?”

“A-Ah! No, not at all! Don’t worry, Asimov just told me a scary story that made me so engrossed that I … didn’t realize you were behind me.” 

“I see.”

Seems like he is buying it. Fearing the situation plummet down into awkward silence, you decide to shoot a question. You let out a small cough to compose your voice before continuing, “Do you need something from me, Chrome?”

“Ah, right. Yes, I do need to ask something from you, Commandant. Ayla says this coating is 100% done, but I was wondering if you have any thoughts on it?”, he answers, his right hand plays with the cravat part of this coating, appearing to be a bit flustered after shooting that question at you. His currently red eyes glance at you, Asimov, Ayla, then back at you. 

“Uh, my thoughts? Um… I don’t think I understand what you mean…”

“Is this coating lacking something? Your advice always offers new insight, and I think it is just right to ask you about it right now before the finalization.”

Looks like the habit of discussing various things with him backfired at you for this case. “Uh… well…” You think hard, gripping something hard on your left-hand, which is the drawing board you just grabbed on. It helps you to tear your gaze from Chrome to look at the drawing, finally for the tenth time. The gears in your head are spinning fast, hoping something can come out as an idea to throw at Chrome so it can send him away from you. But nothing came up. So you resort to the easiest way, just answer something that screams 'OK'.

“I don’t think there’s anything lacking from this design, Chrome. I think it’s perfect!! Right, Ayla?” you exclaim as you pull the girl behind him into the conversation. As an artist, Ayla is the most knowledgeable one to convince someone about art, so you hope Ayla can indirectly cooperate with your compliment.

The girl’s eyes light up, very happy to hear your statement. “I know right, Commandant~! See, Chrome, there is nothing to worry, even the commandant thinks it’s already perfect~! Did my words not convince you enough that you need to confirm it to the Commandant? That’s a client’s dissatisfaction in my dictionary!” Ayla teases, but you know she means well. Chrome just nervously laughs as he shakes his head. “Please don’t take it that way, Ms. Ayla. I just have the habit of discussing a lot of stuff with Commandant, so this is normal. I am sorry if it offends you,” he replies. That earns a laugh from Ayla, telling him she is joking and doesn’t mind it.

“Then that’s great! We can now finalize the coating to the WGAA then! Let’s go there, Chrome!” pulling his shoulder eagerly, she tries to push Chrome to the door, urging him to follow her back to the WGAA department, looks like Ayla herself wants to release herself from another commission. The pushed man complies, but before walking through the door, he looks back at you. “Commandant, do you want to come with us?” 

You shake your head. “No need, I still have something to discuss with Asimov right here.” Well, it’s half truth. ‘Sorry Chrome, I would love to, but right now I feel like I am about to pass out due to fear.’ 

As the lab’s door closes, a loud sigh fills the room. Finally, once again there are only the two of you in the lab. You let yourself collapse at the chair, the feeling of breathlessness throughout the previous conversation seems to take the toll out of you. This is really bad. How are you going  to face him on the festival day when right now you are already struggling to keep yourself steady? You have heard this coating is related to the Strike Hawk’s plan for a stage play revolving around the theme called “Paradise Lost”, and Kamui mentioned briefly a few days ago that, “it will make you feel like you are really there to witness the horror of these creatures!” with a confident voice. That’s the last thing you want to feel. Only one idea that appears in your head to avoid such a situation and cause the most minimal damage to your pride and Chrome’s feelings.

“... I think I’ll find a way to make myself sick on that day.”

Scoffing, Asimov looks back at you, “You are crazy.”

“It’s better than hurting his feelings by avoiding to stare or even look at him. And it’ll be twice the nightmare if I see his disappointed face finding out that I am struggling to like his new coating. No way I’ll stain his memory with that. No way! No way!!!”

“Okay, I get it. Suit yourself.” He sounds like he just wants to escape your endless worry right now, and you can’t blame him.

Resolute with your decision, you feel a bit better, and suddenly aware that it seems you already bother Asimov enough. Getting ready to leave to go back to your dorm, you stand a while on the door, pressing the buttons, before looking back once more.

“You don’t happen to have a poison to make up a sick condition only for a day?”

“Get the hell out of my office.”

Well… isn’t it just great?

Turns out, you can’t get sick at all, or rather, you can’t find the window of opportunity to do so. Not without getting an angry-slash-disappointment gaze from Liv instantly making you feeling extremely guilty about it as you put back the ice cream you sneaked earlier back to the freezer (her wrath when it comes to your health is something you wish to avoid, just like your current predicament with Chrome’s coating). Because of that, you can’t consume too much ice cream or iced drinks to at least land you into a “getting sore-throat” situation. 

Another attempt was you begged Lucia to cook for you once, to present you with a delicacy that you know very well can send you to the ER of Star of Life, but her frame needs a lot of monitoring lately, which makes no time for her to do such things. Lee even helped you a lot with paperworks, making no rooms for you to stay up late. Hiding a huge stash of documents from him in your room was a futile attempt, in which you were getting scolded instead as he mistaken that action as your bad habit of being a procrastinator at day to work alone as a night-owl.

So here you are now, sitting in the theater room that you once used for the Romeo and Juliet stage play a few years ago. The place is crowded with some of the other squads, anticipating the upcoming play that is presented by Strike Hawk themselves. You sit among the audiences, your team, Cerberus, Dark Aries, and other task forces, even the Engineering and Purifying Force are invited, and to be honest, it’s such a rare sight to see all of them in this kind of mood, the always present grim and tired look evaporated from everyone’s face, putting aside the the endless war with Punishing Virus on Earth that never stops to keep everyone on guard.

“I heard Kamui planned this play, Commandant.” Lucia that sits on your left speaks as she reads the pamphlet she’s currently holding that contains the overview about the stage play.

“‘Planned’ is a generous word for him, Lucia. I am certain he was spewing ideas like bullets and Chrome is the one that has to gather it one by one to arrange it into a more decent plot.” Lee replies, which earns a chuckle from the three other members of Gray Raven. Remembering their constantly-bickering dynamics, it is not a surprise for Lee to have that kind of idea.

You take a look at the pamphlet that you have been holding since entering the theater, reading its synopsis for one more time.

‘Paradise Lost’, where it accepts creatures that are banished from light, engulfed in the eternal darkness not to suffer, but to celebrate a rebirth in an endless banquet.

Below the description is the list of the cast's name, which consists of all members of Strike Hawk. Except for Chrome, you are still in the dark about the roles of his other teammates. Continuing downward, there’s like a bunch of star-shaped designs that usually can be found on advertisements (this design choice is very Kamui, you think). 

‘Interactive! Immersive Play! Comedy! Scary! Romance!’

Looks like you missed that part of the pamphlet before until just now. “Interactive and Immersive?” Liv comments as she pays attention to the same part of the pamphlet with you, “Does that mean they will ask audiences to play along with them?” 

“Like those magic shows when they invite the audience to join them on stage, probably?” You reply, as she then nods and lets out a small hum. “I guess that’s the possibility, Commandant. Looks like it’ll be fun!”

Fun, huh? For some reason, you have a bad feeling about it. The possibility of something pops in your head but quickly dismissed as the lights of the room turn off, alerting you and all of the audiences that the play is about to start. 

‘I’ll just cast aside and try to enjoy the show, I guess…’ 

Silence fills the room for a moment, before dimmed light starts to brighten up, followed by an ominous toll of bells and melodies of music– consisting of organ and violin from what your ears can pick up– fills the air. Briefly, you feel like you have stepped into a world engulfed by darkness, standing in front of a mansion– a building that could be a magnum opus of an architect but left abandoned and claimed by underworld creatures that stumbled across it, turning it into their abode.

The scene continues to play out, painting the atmosphere and places to create what you call worldbuilding, getting to each scene with a tidy pacing, and it’s now starting to introduce the mansion “residents”. Wanshi, the first one to get the spotlight, is currently laying on a coffin, and seems to take the role of the classic undead creature from Chinese tales with the yellow charms attached on his forehead. For a heavy sleeper like him, this role sort of fits him perfectly (or he suggested it for an easier role that doesn’t involve him moving a lot). 

The next spotlight lights up at the center of the stage, drawing all of the audience's attention to Camu that is sitting on a prop that looks like a throne made of swords and skulls, wearing an outfit in which you can describe as the role of someone with high ranking, possibly a ruler of a realm. He sits with crossed legs, showing his authoritativeness. Kamui props himself right next to him, grinning like his usual self, wearing an outfit that is sculpted to look like a skeleton, with a mask sitting on his head– you are still unsure what to call his role.

And finally of course, the person you currently want to see the most and least at the same time, standing at the highest point of the stage, a massive ring-shaped stained glass window emits a bright light, making his figure very imposing. You can’t miss the sharp red eyes of him, for a moment it feels like those very eyes land on you, giving you goosebumps all over your skin. Your breath hitched for a moment.

“Commandant, are you feeling okay?” A whisper from Lucia distracts you, as she squeezes your lower arm with her hand lightly, a soothing gesture from her. Crap, did you display signs of stress just now by being fidgety or something else? Not wanting to distract any audience with your voice to reply to Lucia's question, you just nod to assure her you are fine, well, for now. Lucia seems to buy your answer as she nods back and returns her focus back to the stage, as you do the same.

The whole play continues, and the plot is actually pretty simple. It displays scenes on how each resident of the mansion interacts with each other, from the sleepy-as-ever the undead Wanshi, that no matter how many times Kamui nags him, still able to find the opportunity and places to rest. One scene also gives Camu the time to shine, he exclaims the words of darkness and victory as he stands proud at the rooftop of the mansion, screams of praise from the underworld creatures celebrating his triumph. Chrome is pretty isolated. When it’s his time to receive the spotlight, he stands near a window, holding a glass that’s filled with dark-red liquid. Blood or a wine, you can leave that to your imagination. The glass then being brought to his lips, slowly sips on it as he takes his sweet time to taste the beverage. 

There’s a slight smirk on his now red-stained lips.

The same color can be spotted on your face if the lights in the room are not dimmed enough to conceal it. Calm down, Calm down.

As time goes, you begin to grasp the story as well. After the many scenes of them claiming their possession and ruling many creatures, all of them want to hold a banquet in order to celebrate their victory on the night where total lunar eclipse happens, the so-called “Blood moon” night, where their whole plan to flood the land with darkness and reaches their final stage of ruling the entire land. A curse spell will be casted, pulling every living being that’s left to join them on the banquet, bewitching them to enter a new world, leaving the earthly concerns that have been shackling them. 

The stage changes, now being set up to show a grand banquet hall, red roses adorning every corner of the stage, with chandeliers hanging and reflecting the “moon” light, which when combined with the light of purple flames from the lanterns on the wall, setting the banquet in gloomy red-and-purple atmosphere, yet still grandiose. How can something so scary appear so aesthetically appealing? At the center, Kamui finally exclaims as he extends his hands to the direction of the audience.

“Shall we start to welcome our esteemed guest as our dance partner?”

…Dance Partner? 

You look around the stage, scanning your eyes expecting to see some side characters emerge from the curtains or between audiences, where they might pretend to be one before their time to perform arrives. 

Nothing. 

Does this mean…? No wonder you feel like something is missing as it finally clicks. You totally forgot the so-called "immersion play" the pamphlet mentioned. So the “immersive” means they want the audience to participate in a dance for their banquet scene? Your eyes wander around, seeing how Wanshi, Kamui, and Camu already picked their partners from different spots, some cheers and squeals can be heard from the crowds that surround them. 

And how is Chrome walking in your direction, his steps as perfect as his usual self, but his face is showing a confident smirk, which for a moment makes you think it’s very unfitting to him? If someone puts a mic close to your chest, it will surely pick up the loud thumping it’s making right now.

Like the Romeo and Juliet play both of you enacted back then, he reaches his hand to your right hand, bringing it close to his fanged-lips (for a moment you really thought you’ll lose your hand right then and there), kissing it so lightly. The difference is, this time the hand kiss leaves a chilling sensation at the back of your hand. Is it the Nosferatu frame’s design that’s grasping the characteristics of a vampire, whose body lacks warmth, or is it your skin that is currently getting cold from the nervousness and fear?

You feel another tug on your right hand that he has been holding, pulling you as it is prompting you to stand on your feet, and your currently numb body does exactly that, robotically following his lead. He guides you to walk carefully on the stairs to the center of the stage, approaching one of the spotlights with a chandelier decorating the ceiling.

The scenery around you, for a moment, reminds you of how you have been practicing and participating in many dances with Chrome all this time. At the start, it was just because it was required in order to attend some ceremonies, banquets, or whatever higher-ups social parties in which both of you were invited. It started solely for that reason, but deep down, at least for you, this is merely an excuse to be closer and spend any free time you have to fill your days with him. All those missions and practices tighten bonds between you, just like this position where he carefully wraps his other hand to your waist to lock you in place, waiting for his next move.

Chrome clearly plans this with how he adjusts everything– the pose, the beat of the music, the movement– to make sure you feel familiar despite the sudden situation he’s putting you through right now. The counts of the dance-steps you both have grown familiar with, the sways he leads your hand and body, the warmth that grows as you come chest-to-chest with him. For some minutes, you let your mind wander off to just think of this as one of those banquet dances.

Illuminated by the spotlight, both of you just sways around, light steps decorating the floor, the world blur into colors like butterflies surrounding two lovers in a sacred ritual.  

It goes for a while until the music fades out, slowing down everything you just experience and finally it comes to a halt. Now you both just stand there, still under the spotlight, though now you are completely unsure what to do. A sudden sensation of cold lands on your neck, making you flinch a bit. You cast your gaze to your side, seeing how Chrome’s hand is now touching the side part of your neck, then look up to find Chrome slightly bringing his head down, catching his eye that’s still glinting briefly, before closing the gap between you and leaning himself close to your ear. At first, you hear a rushed whisper of ‘Sorry, give me a moment’, before registering what’s happening.

The strands of his hair tickle your face as he buries himself into your shoulder. His warm breath fans your neck, but the same cold sensation from his fingers remains unmoved. A small smooch noise could be heard clearly due to his mic, and it finally hits you. He kisses your “neck” through his own hand, where his lips come in contact with his own fingers that’s shielding your neck, and from the audience's perspective, it looks like he actually kisses your neck. Like a vampire trying to get the taste of its prey. That action instantly makes you feel like you are thrown into an icy pool and a sensation of cold water a.k.a cold sweat starts to seep into your palm.

The theater erupts into a sea of squeals from the audiences. Some girls are having a good time watching this tale unfolding right now.

It remains for some time before he pulls back, now filling your view with only his face that appears imposing with the lights of the stage framing his features. The cold fingers that touched your neck are now moving to touch your chin, twisting your head  to face the owner. 

“A fine lady stranded– or rather, walked willingly with me into my abode, danced with me without questioning anything until now? Amusing.” He recites, displaying a face of amusement followed by a low chuckle.

His hand traces your chin, exploring your jawline before landing back to the neck, brushing it tenderly, “Skin so delicate, and it makes me want to claim you as mine once I mark you. Though, from the time we spent until now, you don’t mind that, do you?” He says, now smirking as he is entertained with the idea of it. “Tell me with your sweet voice, fine lady, do you want to spend an eternity with me in this endless-banquet? I promise an eternity full of euphoria, more than the seventh heaven could offer you.”

…

…Wow.

Since when can Chrome make such a face and say such playful words?!

His lines render you silent for a full five seconds, then your lips let out  high-pitched sputters with incomprehensible words. The whole event brings bewilderment looks and excited cheers from most of the audience, Gray Raven included (you swear from the corner of your eyes your team would react as if you are about to get kidnapped). People inside the theater won’t expect the usually composed commandant to be stupefied, remaining frozen on spot over a cheesy-flirting. It’s unsure whether you are freezing from the fear or from the lovestruck– no kidding, it’s both.

As you are about to reply (to be honest, you just can’t think of anything else other than using “huh?” to at least make the scene continue to flow), Chrome cuts you up, aware of your bewilderment, with something he had planned as impromptu in case the “dance partner” is not responding. He gets closer even more, breath fanning your left cheek.

“Should I give you a foretaste of it, to let you know how intoxicating it is?”

He opens his mouth, showing a full view of fangs with a sadistic look. Red eyes shine brighter as it stares at you like a feast. A sight that will swoon most people who are familiar with this concept of story, but unfortunately, you are not among them. It sways your stomach, dropping it to the ground like being dragged down by a roller coaster instead.

Your feet turn cold as the world suddenly twists around you, dark spots fill every corner of your eyes. The last strength of your feet that’s been supporting you vanishes as you proceed to smooch the cold stage floor with your body.

The last thing you heard was a bunch of screams of your name and the feeling of a pair of cold hands cradling your figure before completely drowning in darkness.

The warm feeling of a blanket and fluffy pillow envelopes you, giving you a sense of comfort. You struggle to open your eyes, your head feels so light whilst you try to collect your consciousness. The white ceiling and familiar decorated walls surrounding you are the signs that indicate you are currently back in your room. Did you feel so exhausted that you straightly fell asleep after the stage play? But you didn’t remember how it ends or you or when you and the others leave the theater–

Oh.

You fainted. On stage.

Consciousness fully returns to you, as you come to a realization that you really did mess up there. The sense of panic quickly fills your heart and urges your body to leave the bed and rush back to the theater. So you just do so, sitting up and mentally preparing yourself to apologize to everyone, especially him. Only for a hand to hold you firmly on your wrist preventing you from moving any further. You look to your left to the individual that apparently has been in the room, sitting quietly beside your bed this whole time.

“Chrome?”

Sitting there is the blonde-construct, back at his usual frame. His hair is strangely down, not the usual slicked-up hair you are so used to seeing these days. The realization dawns on you shortly though, as he once self-consciously asked if leaving his hair like that will make him appears weary (he was afraid you misunderstood it as he is too reluctant to see you that night, which you waved off and lightly joked how you would like to see it more often if it’s possible).

This time you can conclude that he is really in a very down mood.

For a moment, both of you just stare at each other, too lost in the thought of how to begin the conversation. In the end, Chrome is the one that takes initiative.

“You fainted, Commandant.” He jumps straight to the point.

“That I did…” is all you can say. 

“I have been informed about your situation from Asimov.” Oh, the beans have been spilled. Guess you don’t have to explain it anymore? Still, you feel guilty– extremely guilty– about this. Avoiding his eyes, you cast your attention to the blanket, fiddling with your right hand as the left one being held by the man beside you. Noticing your silence and your unwillingness to look at him, he grows anxious as well. 

“Commandant, please look at me…”

“...”

“Is this coating… really that bad? Do you really dislike it that much?” 

“NO!” Your voice finds a sudden strength to deny his absurd claim. Your hand tries to grip his wrist, keeping him to stay before drifting himself into negative thoughts any further.

Godness, that’s a very harsh assumption. Did Asimov just tell him you are disliking his frame, leaving no further explanation? Oh. 

He likely wants you to explain it to Chrome by yourself, giving you the opportunity to talk about it, which in some ways you are glad to have, though right now it’s too straight to the point to your liking after the whole chaos you just made. You are unsure whether to ‘accidentally’ spill his favorite coffee at the nearest sink for the badly provided information or give him a bag of expensive coffee as a thank-you gift for forcefully pulling you and Chrome in this conversation. 

“No, please trust me Chrome, it’s gorgeous, magnificent, perfect!! It’s just…It’s just on me…”

Pulling your legs to your chest, you try to hide yourself, at least your face, obscuring your eyes as you feel you are about to embarrass yourself any further in front of him. His hands clasp your left hand, a small gesture that turns into a silent reassuring for you to keep going.

“I can’t help but to feel my body shaking to the core and feeling myself shutting off due to my fear of… you know…” Finally, a confession escapes your lips. Who would have thought the first confession you tell him would be this? But you really just want to tell him the truth, your reason, and your feelings, as it is what you must do for him. “But I am fighting it. I don’t want my selfish fear to affect you.” 

‘You have given me a lot all these years, I should not ask too much.’

Your feet are surely shaking so much, an icy feeling spreads despite the warm blanket still wraps around them. You don’t want him to feel guilty and feel the necessity to act based on your opinion. It’s stupid, really. You are aware of his personality, one of them being the amazing leader that always comes with the most optimal answer, and it’s something you have always respected and learned a lot from him as there are times where you feel you are not good enough to be one for Gray Raven.

You thought it was just a one-sided feeling of admiration to him, but apparently, you became aware of his opinion towards you as well. The ear-studs that he once felt insecure about and asked if it looked out of place, are now being kept on his final Glory frame adjustment. That’s the point where you start to feel a bit self-conscious when it comes to discussing stuff with him. Including this whole problem.

Feeling suffocated enough after hiding your face, you slightly turn your face to your left, eyes peeking at his face but quickly turn to the bed sheet or floor, whatever you can land your gaze on right now. “When you performed that role so well on the stage, just like the pamphlet said, it is so entrancing that… for a moment I felt like I was actually about to be taken away by an actual vampire…”

Only your voice fills your room right now as Chrome listens to your explanation, his hands that’s still holding yours, softly tracing the back of your hand with his thumbs, successfully soothing your racing heart. One could say it’s also a way for Chrome to calm himself as well, given hearing your entire rambling just now increased his worries about you, yet at the same time, relieving as it’s not because his Nosferatu coating looks hideous that you hate it.

But truthfully, Chrome could craft any scenarios from A to N when he reviewed the scripts for the past few weeks, from anticipating random impromptu from Kamui to guiding dialogues when the other party confused on what to say, but none of them prepared in case you out of nowhere passed out on stage.

A small cough grabs your attention, pulling your unfocused eyes now at Chrome. “I am glad to hear your explanation, Commandant. I assure you don’t have to feel guilty about it as well. But please…” His grip on your hand tightens a bit, before continuing.

“Don’t hide such things from me in the future. I understand you think it as a burden, but I assure you it’s not. We have been solving harder obstacles, this is not something impossible.”

He is right. War rages over, yet both of you still pave the same path, reaching for the glorious day that one day must come.

Sheepishly, you chuckle and finally let out the breath you’ve been holding. “Thank you Chrome, and I know you said I don’t have to feel guilty, but I still want to say I’m sorry.”

“Ah… Apology accepted. You can relax now, Commandant.”

Finally, it feels like a huge weight left your heart, now the sense of relief washes over you. You straighten your feet, now turning yourself to face him as you sit on the edge of your bed. Now the tension is over, you just want to dwell on idle chit-chat with him. So, you bring up today’s performance, before the whole fainting stuff, of course. 

“Like I said earlier, your performance, Wanshi, Kamui, and Camu were so impressive. With big missions and little free time you guys had, there were barely any mistakes during the play. It was as if Strike Hawk was an actual theater kids group. And costumes too, especially yours, Chrome.”

“Really? Doesn’t my ‘nice costume’ points be reduced from your perspective?” He teases. 

“I mean, kind of. But, objectively, it surely is well-crafted. Every gaze seems like they are all over the heels for you!” You beam, the smile on your face as you cheerful state is back mirrored on Chrome’s face for a moment before it turns into a slight sad smile. Did you say something wrong? Before your mind once again flies everywhere, his voice, slightly whispering, reaches your ears.

“But it’s meaningless if it’s not from you.”

His rebuttal catches you out of your guard, like getting splashed with cold water. 

“I want you to see me in that light as well. I will feel content even if it is just from you.”

“Ah… I… I see.” You stammer as blush starts to decorate your face. Deep down, you feel like you know what he implies with those words, and because of that, you come with a new objective, it’s a way to make it up after all.  “Then, let’s work it out together, Chrome. Help me go through this?” It’s your turn now to wrap your palm on his, though you need not to plead, as you are certain the person in front of you will give a certain answer.

“That we will.”

Reassuring smiles decorates both of your faces.

“But, also… Chrome?”

Now it’s his turn to wonder what you are about to say.

“About those lines you said to me, I haven’t responded, have I?”

“Hmm?”

Suddenly, you wrap your hand on his neck, hugging him as you sink your head on his shoulder.

“Wherever you take me, that's where I'll follow you. If it's an eternal banquet where you and I will have a happy ending, I will succumb to darkness just to be with you.”

The hands that wrap around your waist is all you need to know that he understands. Shortly, a small peck from his lips lands on your neck, a small gesture mimicking a vampire marking its prey– or rather, his lover.

“Then so be it.”

“I was wondering, are there any reasons for you to pick me out of all the audience?”

After exiting your room, then settling at the kitchen bar to enjoy a cup of iced-water, Chrome explains the concept of his role.

“Kamui said you sometimes fangirl over villains in the video game doing ‘evil stuff’, so… I thought by doing something that related to that, one of them I read from a Golden Age novel about how evil vampires catch their prey, you would react the same. He said you will surely love it.” 

That just makes you rack your mind a bit, trying to remember the time which this information took place. Now it makes a lot of sense.

“I guess he mistook me fangirling over an evil-prefect that wants to rule the world in one of those visual novels we played and generalized it as I like everything that screams ‘villain’. Can’t blame him, though.” Shaking your head, you think you have to tone down your fangirling in the future, especially in front of Kamui, so he won’t take things too far in the future. 

You still have one more question though. The heaviest question.

“Did I destroy the entire play after I fainted?”

Chrome knows beforehand you will ask about this, quickly answer you to cast away your worry. “It was in fact almost becoming disastrous, but I ended up just doing anything that came to my mind.”

“And that is?”

“... Remember the time where I carried you escaping Hetero-Hive Mother?”

“Yeah? By– Ohhh…” 

You can picture it somehow, very clearly. You just hope next time you are conscious to fully tuck that memory inside your head.

[cregansdingdong]

ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ.

Cregan Stark x fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: NSFW, porn without plot, m!receiving oral, very sloppy blowjob good stuff, starts off slow but then there's some face-fucking, swearing, one *tiny* face smack (its not bad i promise), he’s gonna come in her throat for giving him attitude; yeah the gif is the perfect representation for this tbh

Hot stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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“What was I supposed to do then? Refuse the Lord Commander?” Cregan raises a brow, head tilted up at the ceiling as his wife stood there in front of his desk, hands on her hips. “I didn’t say that, Cregan. He could’ve waited a moment rather than storm into breakfast. And for what? To report a runaway from Castle Black? He could’ve sent a raven and saved himself all the trouble. I think he just wanted a small getaway.” He barks out a laugh at her accusation. “And I think you’re spoiled. My spoiled little wife who does not like having my attention taken away.”

“And so what if I don’t?” She huffs, lips morphing into a scowl. “Especially not during meal times—you’re a busy man and breakfast is Cregan time, not Lord Stark. My time with my husband. Lord Commander Markus surely was exhausted from his journey—but the entire thing was needlessly frantic. You are not a dog he may call on the moment he prefers it.” Cregan, since the day they'd married, had been a fairly patient man. She had a southern temper, which he had to learn how to douse and maintain just as she did. That's not to say his wife wasn't capable of controlling herself—she merely didn't care how she spoke to him.

His glance is lined with warning, but she either didn't catch it or ignored it completely. He guesses the latter. “Those sorts of matters are my responsibility. Deserters must be punished by my hand, wife. That is the way of the North, which you know well by now. Refrain from comparisons.” Neither of them were backing down. “Of course that is the only thing you take away from what I'm saying.” She scoffs. “My comparison is correct. When he calls, you bark. When he arrives, you heel. Are you his Warden Wolf or his pup? Because I'm not sure I can tell the difference any—”

“Get on your knees.”

“...what?” The surprise on her face would be etched into his memory forever. “On your knees. I won’t tell you again, wife.” His voice was low in the quiet of the room; daunting, even. “Right here.” Cregan scoots his chair back from the desk, thighs spread, gray eyes unblinking as he waits. She debated walking away, but she knew better. He watched as she took a few meager steps around his desk, the hem of her gown slowly gathering on the floor. Maybe she'd pushed him too far this time. “I think you've forgotten yourself—who's wife you are.” He squeezes her chin in his large hand, pleased by her soft sound of protest. “Yes, you have.” He grunts, stopping the words from leaving her mouth. “And now, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you—when I tell you. Do you understand?”

He seemed fairly satisfied with her little nod. “Good, pup. Unlace my breeches.” His wife reaches out to fumble with the ties after only a moment, his hand releasing the grip on her flushed face. She tugs the laces with a fervor, feeling him harden under her fingertips. It didn’t take much, honestly. He murmurs something she doesn’t catch as she gently wriggles him out of the confines of his breeches, brows furrowed in concentration. “You don’t deserve my cock in your mouth yet. Kiss only. Use your tongue if you have such a lack of self-restraint. You’re good at that.” The jab was directed and shot, but the weight of him in her hand had her head spinning too fast to say anything smart in return. Her lips meet his tip with a quiet, pleased hum, her tongue dipping into the crease where his precum dribbled. 

Cregan’s reaction was immediate. “Like that…” He sighs, head tilting back, just savoring the relief. Fire thrummed in her stomach. She kisses down the underside of his cock, ignoring the tickle of the dark hair at the base of him as it brushed against her jaw.

His arms were slack on the rests, fingers twitching with every small suction of her lips on him. Kiss by kiss, he hardens fully under her hands, and lines of swears erupt from his throat like mantras. “In your mouth now, pup.” He looks down at her with hooded eyes, looking like he was trying not to smile but failing anyway. To be fair, it was Cregan. The slight quirk of his lips was upturned enough to count. She situates herself a little further between his thick thighs, resting her elbows down midway as her palms lay over his. And then she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck..” He groans, something low and sinful that brought her butterflies. It was quite the sight to see the Warden of the North melt so easily by a tongue. He wasn’t like most men sometimes—usually. This, though. He certainly was. Not much longer before he’d forget what she said to him in the first place. The thought drove her to sink deeper on him, barely able to go halfway but that was already enough to get his tip in the far end of her mouth. He curses more—although entirely unintelligible this time—and his hands lift, presumably to tangle themselves in her hair. But they don’t make it there. She might’ve been trapped there on the floor between his legs, but that didn’t mean he was going to get all that he wanted. Her nails dig hard into the back of his hands, close to the wrists, and keep them firmly planted against the armrests.

He hisses momentarily in surprise. With his thick skin, it was more likely his ego was more hurt than his hands. She bobs her head with a vengeance of her own, and he slumps in the chair with a growl, thoroughly annoyed to be held back. “I’m going…to give you…five seconds...wife. Release me.” Her nails dig harder in response, pinching the skin hard enough for him to react. Cregan’s thighs tense more under her elbows. She counted down in her mind as she was sure he was doing in his. It was absolutely worth a bit of punishment. Saliva coated his cock, the drool slithering down the underside of it enough to make it sound even more lewd. He loved it when she abandoned her manners. “Wife.” He warns again. What happened to never repeating yourself twice, husband? The thought would’ve made her laugh if it weren’t for his cock.

He bucks his hips toward her throat—on purpose, obviously—and the force of it surprises her entirely, gagging in the slightest as she loses her grip on him. His hands are snatched from under her ruthless nails, and although out of view as he clutched her cheeks together, she didn’t fail to catch the pinkish skin around the moon-shaped indentations. They would certainly leave a mark tomorrow. Cregan pushes her back from his cock, seething, and his dark eyes never leave her face. His fingers dig into her cheeks unconsciously before letting go—and as quick as they go, a warning smack makes her face turn to the side. It didn’t hurt, by any means, but it sent a thrill right down between her thighs. “If you ever hold my hands back again, I’ll fuck you so full of my seed that all of Winterfell will hear your pathetic little mewls for me to stop. Do you understand me, pup? Answer me.”

“I understand.” She relents, eyes darting from his face to his red cock, the beat of her heart following every throb of the pretty veins. His eyes narrowed at her, not entirely trusting but he’d gotten his point across. “Make me come, wife.” She didn’t need him to say another word, her lips instantly wrapping around his tip to pick up where she left off. This time, she kept her hands planted on his thighs, breathing harshly through her nose as she took more and more of his cock. Her fists clenched around his breeches tightly, her gaze flicking up at him. He was watching, panting, the last of his restraint hanging by a thread. Cregan never lasted very long in her mouth, not that either of them thought he needed to. “To the base.” He mutters, holding off the urge to fuck her throat. He wanted to see if she could do it herself first.

His wife does her best attempt three-fourths of the way—close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against the coarse hair. The feeling nearly brought him to the edge anyway, close to falling off entirely. His grunts were louder, less composed. He was getting desperate. He reaches out to grip her hair, his own strands drooping down into his line of sight. “I’m gonna come—hold your breath for me.” She does. He doesn’t waste a moment, cupping her face gently, thumbs soothing the skin of her cheeks as he starts to buck up into her mouth like he was rabid. The sound of his tip sliding almost into her throat was enough to do it. Cregan was snarling now, fucking her face with purpose as the come dribbled down her tongue and mouth. “Good girl! Good fucking girl! Taking me so well!”

Eventually, he slowed, spent and breathing heavily as she recuperated through long inhales and exhales through her nose. She was still sucking on him though, eager for every drop. Leaned back in his chair, limp like a rag doll, Cregan gave her one of his sweet, lazy smiles. “...Told you not to compare.”

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[sassysheepninja]

Punishing Gray Raven

Asimov x y/n scenario

The y/n personality were very adventurous and goofy. Enjoy !

Always argue like old married couple A LOT

Very strict to y/n.

Never allowed y/n to go to earth.

Always become the victim of y/n prank.

Y/n always deliver him food.

Sometimes y/n makes coffee for asimov.

When y/n still in the laboratory asimov wont eat the food, then when y/n leave the laboratory he will finish it.

When asimov gets knock out because tired of working. Y/n will laughed at him first then trying to lift him to folding mattress and envelop him with the blanket y/n bring to the lab.

Fear that y/n will comeback to earth again without him knowing, he hired a construct to trail y/n, install a bunch of hidden cctv between the plane take off, headquarters, gray raven building, and the supply room, even a hidden body scanner all over those place.

If asimov found out y/n try to sneak out to go to earth beware of asimov wrath, he will nonstop scold y/n.

Y/n has become very important to asimov, he devinitely don't want y/n to get injured or worse.

[unhappy-last-resort]

A Beast Unshackled

Fandom: Punishing: Gray Raven

Genre: Yandere, smut

Main Characters: Alpha, GN-Reader/commandant

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Non-con, cunnilingus, fingering, grinding, overstimulation, threats of violence (not acted upon), possessive and controlling behavior, Alpha is dominant, no gendered pronouns for reader but fem anatomy is used, some implied lucia x reader

A/N: I started this during patch update and wanted to write something lesbian. Not proof read.

You couldn't stop the moans from endlessly falling from your lips. The night was cool and the ground you were splayed out upon was hard, but the pleasure was so immense that you felt like you were burning, gasping for breath as her tongue dipped in and out of your folds. You tried, you tried so damn hard to avoid this, but in the end, like prey caught in a hunters trap, you failed. You couldn't do anything to stop the fate she chose for you.

You gazed up at the night sky, staring at the moon and stars who cared little about your plight as you mewled, trembling as her tongue drew circles around your clit before synthetic lips wrapped around it, sucking it eagerly. Your hips rolling into it, tears stinging your eyes as you curse yourself when you feel the way she smirks against you and pulls you closer, holds you tighter, and makes you moan her name louder.

You feel two fingers push their way into your sensitive cunt and pump in and out of you, long fingers reaching all the right places as her tongue continued its assault on your clit with new fervor as you shake and tremble. Her name has become a prayer at this point, you call it over and over in-between babbled apologies as desperate plea for her mercy as that now all too familiar tightness in your stomach makes you writhe. She chuckles in hearing your repentance, the vibrations making your back arch as you scream, her name freefalling from you mortal lips as more tears blur your vision.

"I-I c-can't..." You can barely focus, a thick fog settles in your mind as exhaustion creeps through your body, muscles aching for a bed and rest.

"You can." Her voice sounds clearly, sternly. Like a crimson blade slicing through the fog, you can only focus on her. "You will. I'm not giving you a choice."

A hand entangles itself into your hair and forces you to look at her. She wipes away your tears and shushes you gently.

"Look at me. You belong to me now, your days frolicking around with that cheap copy are over." Her face is so close to yours now, her white hair cascading around your faces, creating a canopy, hiding you in her shadow from the world. Her gaze is so intense, burning through you and crushing you with its weight. "Say it."

You squirm slightly, even in your haze still trying to fight back, but she crushes your resistance easily. Her grip on your hips tightens painfully, deepening the bruises her fingers previously left behind from earlier.

"Who do you belong to? Answer me." She growls, her grip tightening with every second.

"I-I don't belong to-" You yelp, wincing from the pain as your bottom lips tremble, you're afraid she might fracture something with how tight her grip is. She leans in closer, giving you no room to look away from her.

"Say. It." She whispers angrily, her eyes like daggers boring into your skull. Her fingers dig into your flesh, making you whimper. "Don't think I won't pull you apart if I need to."

Your eyes go wide as fear courses through your veins. Her nails dig a little deeper, confirming the truth behind her words. You don't have a choice, you have to do as she tells you. "Y-you." Your voice cracks and your breathing heavy as you felt smaller and smaller beneath her intense gaze. "I belong to you."

Her nails don't dig any further and her scowl relaxes, you feel relief for a split second. "Again." She commands, excitement evident in the undertones of her voice.

"I...belong to you." You manage to say a little louder, her fingers rubbing circles into your hips as encouragement and she lightly kisses your forehead, her breathing more labored. She almost seems like she's trembling, as though she's holding herself back.

"Again. Louder." She commands, the greed and obsession in her eyes is so clear. Her back arching as she pulls her face away from yours, as if she was readying for a final strike.

Anxiety pops and sizzles underneath your skin. What's she going to do? What happens if you don't do what she says in this moment? Your fear tells you that you'd better do your best to not find out. Squeezing your eyes shut, you drag the words out from the depths of your throat as gentle red eyes in your minds eye slowly give way to heartbreak.

"I belong to you, █████!" You yell. The words echoing into the night as more tears threaten to fall. The words had barely left your lips before her mouth collided with yours, the figure with the gentle eyes shattering into pieces. Her tongue over powers yours and invades your mouth, staking claim to what belonged to her as her hands traveled up your stomach to knead your breasts. Her body pressing into yours fully, causing you to shudder as your heart pounds in your chest.

Her hands feel cold against your hot skin, making every touch more intense and impossible to ignore. You were her toy, her plaything, and her possession and everything she'd done to you was a reminder of that. From forcibly connecting to your beacon, to the moment she cornered you with an almost ecstatic expression on her face as she told you that you'd lost her game and she was here to collect her prize, to when she dragged you to this secluded spot in the woods and stripped you bare. She will take that which has been stolen from her, even if it wasn't truly hers to begin with.

The rim of her pants brush against your overstimulated clit, making you yelp and jerk away. She reacts quickly, lifting your legs enough to rest on hers as she pins your arms above your head, deepening the kiss as she grinds her hips against yours, the ridge of her shorts rubbing against your clit perfectly each time.

She finally pulls away to let you catch her breath, smirking in satisfaction as she listens to your cries from all the stimulation she's giving you.

"Please...it's too much!" You sob, your attempts to pull away being entirely useless against her strength and the position she's holding you in. She laughs in response and grinds against you harder, intent on pushing beyond your limits.

"You're strong, you can take it. I know you can." She talks over you as your cries turn into moans again as the pleasure overtakes your exhausted senses. Your words become senseless babbling as she sucks and bites your neck, decorating you with bruises as one of her hands travels down your arm to pinch at your nipples, making you see white as you chant her name once more for the nth time that night.

She holds your hips firmly against hers. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you won't leave me, that you'll always stay with me." She whispers into your ear, eagerly grinding her hips against yours, desperate for you to say what she wants to hear.

Your resolve, your loyalty to████ █████ and █████ being ebbed away with each movement of her hips, with each press of her breasts against your skin, with every kiss placed possessively upon your skin, and with every nibble of your ear. You can't stop yourself.

"█████." You'll regret saying this, you will, you know you will. A commandant being brought to their knees like this, you can't believe yourself. You can't, you can't, you can't, you can't you can-

"I love you." You shudder and she smiles, your back arches, your head falls back as stars blossom in your eyes. The knot in your stomach comes undone and nothing but you and her exist in your mind. You can feel something leaking out of you and being smeared over your swollen pussy.

She takes you through your high, contentedly peppering kisses over your neck and face as you catch your breath. Exhaustion and pain settling into your muscles as you teeter on the edge of unconsciousness.

"Say it again." She whispers gently into your ear, pressing gentle kisses against your neck, pinching your arm to wake you up again. In spite of your tiredness, you won't say what she wants. Your mind having finally reached clarity you haven't been granted for several blurry hours, shame and embarrassment now eat at your insides, you look away. Opting instead to stare at her bike idly waiting nearby.

Her kisses stop and an arid sigh disappears into a passing breeze. A moment of silence stretches between the two of you, tension slowly building in the air as you wonder if you've possibly made a terrible mistake.

"No matter." She mutters, her usual confidence fully returned. "This was only your sixth orgasm and there's more than enough time to train you properly."

Your throat feels dry as you slowly turn to look at her again, dread creeping into your stomach as she grins down at you before reaching off to the side and pulling a water bottle and some biscuits out of her bag.

"Eat. You have a long night of 'training' ahead of you."

[ayioumz]

Imagine just, Lee witnessing his commandant dying to save him, lets say he got injured and yk the commandant steps in to help him win the fight against the corrupted, ofc they win but the cost is their life.

And, if you dont feel like writing this or you dont accept angst feel free to ignore/delete this request! TY :D

REASON WHY

a/n : anon !! did you know i have this unfinished lee angst with this exact scenario but also slightly different? in my drafts ... thank u for the request <3, i actually had to learn more about how constructs work or else i won't be following the lore but angst is angst so oh well! 3 /06 / 2022 ; all because of the construct you loved so much. ╰ ✦ character/s : lee x gn ! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; angst ╰ ✦ tw ; blood, death, yknow how it is in the angst world ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

the strong stench of vital fluid mixed with red human blood reached your nose as you continued to dodge the hits of the corrupted surrounding you and lee, even a thousand shouts from lee telling you to stay back didn't stop you from entering the battlefield to keep him safe. he punched the ground with his fist as he continued to shout for you to come back, he was frustrated that he got tired and fell down from the battle. you could not bear to see him shouldering all of it while waiting for the other two members to reunite with both of you. lee could not bear to see you throwing yourself in battle just like that and that caused him to panic, he took in every detail, cuts and cuts and cuts on your delicate skin that he wished he could run his thumb over and heal it with his lips but he see you fend off on your own with the last of the corrupted and fell with it's damaged body. you had fought the corrupted and when all was done, so were you. lee saw how the commandant crawled to him, dragging their bloody human body to the damaged construct, lee remembered how they struggled to sit beside him and place their head on his shoulders told him words of comfort. It was like they tried to erase the terrible outcomes that will happen next, like they were reassuring not only him but the commandant themselves. he was afraid to talk, afraid that when he asks a question - silence would be the reply. and when lee had woken up and his frame fixed he shouted your name, asked for you when he saw lucia and liv beside him and they looked at him with an emotion too human. at night when lee was alone, your voice lingers in the silent night until it became a memory. he wanted you to haunt him, bring him down below where you are. he envied that death had wrapped itself on you before he could do so.

the doctors said that there were multiple wounds - too many of them, that you had lost too much blood and that you were beyond saving. they said that you continued to fight and tried to live even if you knew you didn't have a chance against death itself. the doctor even silently wept for you, pitied your state because who would want to survive in this barren world? why struggle to stay alive despite all odds? but you knew the answer, deep down when you were hanging on a thread of your life was your last thought, lee. the doctor didn't know it was all because you wanted to see the sunrise once more, wanted to fight beside liv, lucia, and lee once more, to play with kamui once more, and to find small little details about the construct you loved so much. all because of the construct you loved so much.

[siconetribal]

The Science of Worth (Part 1)

Tags: @vbecker10

Pairing: Loki x Y/N

Warning: Fluff and humor

Author Note: This is going to be more of a short story with multiple parts. I’m hoping to aim for roughly 5 at the most, but I’ll do as many as needed to complete the idea. Enjoy!

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She gripped her book tighter as the black ink that colored the words on the page finally revealed the morally gray second male lead. His dark hair and hypnotic blue eyes were enough, but to finally see him in action sealed the deal. She found her favorite character and would stan him for the rest of the series. There was certainly nothing wrong with the main male lead. His golden locks with warm hazel eyes were perfect for his morally upright and devoted to justice persona. He was the best option, the safe option. 

Ugh, it hurts to see him stand idly by while the hero takes the girl, but I can’t help rooting for him! “He deserves happiness too! Who says he’s not worthy!?” She cried out loud without realizing it, her book held up high in the sky at arm’s length, as she wallowed in her mind over her bittersweet obsession. “I must be a glutton for punishment.” She groaned under her breath as she brought the book back against her lap, curling into the corner of the sofa even more as she dove back into the story.

Loki and Thor watched this outburst of theatrics, the blond far more bewildered than his brother, who was now used to these and more so amused. For the umpteenth time, she had forgotten there was a guest in the house. Another Asgardian god, no less. The raven haired male, who was now accustomed to such outbursts, found it charming.

Just how cute can you be? You make it hard to resist teasing you. How can I not toy with you a little before speaking to you? You’ll forgive me, right? Or maybe you should run from someone like me…what will you do? He watched her settle back into the comfort of the fictitious world, the corners of his lips naturally curling upwards.

“Is…she alright?” Thor whispered, his eyes flicking between the now silent young woman on the couch and his brother, who sat across from him at the table. There was not an ounce of concern on the trickster god’s face, which confused Thor. His voice quickly brought Loki back into the present.

I nearly forgot he was here. “Hmm? Y/N’s perfectly fine, she’s just reading a book. Don’t mind her.” He waved off before picking up his glass and taking a sip. “Now, what were you saying before? The Avengers are requesting my assistance? Well now, that’s certainly a surprise.”

“Is it really? I told you, they now know you were not yourself, the mind stone was influencing as much as you were trying to use it. They have come to accept the truth and work past this.” He entreated his younger brother to reconsider. This was not his first visit to these humble accommodations Loki lived in, but each time he wished it was the last. Not only did he want his brother to be accepted and be able to live in quarters that were worthy of him as prince of Asgard and a god. “You will have a much better place at the Tower as well. You wouldn’t need to suffer in this place anymore.”

Loki knew what his older brother was trying to do, and he secretly appreciated it. However, he would never let his gratitude show. It was embarrassing, to say the least, but it was not the only reason. If given the choice before, Loki would have happily exchanged his living arrangements for something grander without a second thought. The compound was large and lavish to house larger-than-life individuals, and he was no exception to this. Even so, the frost giant liked this place, and it was somewhat difficult to part. Taking another sip of his drink, he stared at the cheap wooden table the two of them sat at. 

No, I’m not attached to this hovel. It’s that peculiar young woman I’ve been living with. If I were to go to the Tower, she would be left alone and in search of yet another flatmate. Our paths crossed by chance, who knows what deplorable imbecile she would stumble into if I went. Would there be a way for him to have her come along? She worked fairly close to the tower. Perhaps she could quit the drudgery she was forced to endure at her current place of employment and work with that agency? What was it called again? He pondered for a moment.  Ah yes, S.H.I.E.L.D. There must be something there for someone like her. The problem is, how would I bring that about? They might find it suspicious that I’m bringing this random Midgardian with me and suspect that I have her brainwashed. I rather not have them prying about my private life as much as possible. “As flattering as that offer is, I can’t simply leave her to fend for herself. You know this, you assist in my being able to stay here without too much interference.”

“Yes, that is true.” Thor sighed, carefully leaning back in his seat out of fear of breaking it if he was too careless with his strength. “Perhaps we can find her someone else to live with? We managed to find her, I’m sure if we were to repost her advertisement online, she will find another.”

And risk her finding some deranged Midgardian who might be looking for his next victim? From those documentaries she loves to watch, there are many of them out there who have gotten away with murder time and time again or swindled into believing they need to assist in paying for something. He frowned at the option that was brought to the table. Just last week, he was the one telling her to not look at any of the homeless people and keep her money to herself. Not too long before that, she managed to get herself caught up in a store robbery while trying to buy some eggs. She somehow managed to de-escalate the situation well enough for the thief to be taken into custody. Let’s not forget how she abruptly chased after a purse snatcher in the middle of our stroll two days ago. She’d tackled him to the ground before I could stop her. She’s foolishly brave in her sense of justice…a magnet for trouble. “I agreed to stay here for at least two years to pay for the lease. Who is to say the next person won’t leave as well?” He calmly countered, purposely trying to invoke Thor’s honesty and pride.

“We did make a promise to remain here for that length of time.” The god of thunder begrudgingly agreed and slouched in his seat. He lightly tapped his fingers on the table as he mulled over what they could do to make this work in their favor. The younger prince watched his brother carefully consider all viable options that would not leave Y/N left to fend for herself. The sincerity of his consideration warmed his chest in a way he never thought possible before, but here he was happy to see Thor care for the young woman who became part of his world.

He’s only thinking of ways to keep her here and safe, though, and that just won’t do. I’ll need to be careful on how I approach this. I won’t allow someone taking away what is mine. “Perhaps,” Loki was the first to speak up after a lengthy pause, grabbing his brother’s attention. “We-no, never mind, it’s a foolish idea.” He shook his head and sighed, leaning back and crossing his legs.

“What is it? It may not be as foolish as you think.” Thor sat up and leaned in closer.

“I,” Loki started again. “No, no, it’s not possible.” He sighed, cutting himself off once more.

“Surely it is not that impossible. You are one of the smartest people I know, Loki. I’m sure it’s exactly the solution we are looking for.” He eagerly praised his brother, hoping to get him to speak up and unknowingly falling right where the cunning trickster wanted him too. Loki expertly masked the wily smirk that tugged at the corner of his lips and sat up.

“Well, if you insist,” he expertly played his reluctance by extending his first word. “I was thinking she could come with me to the Tower. She’s been seen with me, and by extension that leads to you and the Avengers. As you know, there are many unsavory characters who will stop at nothing to see the Avengers fall. If they caught wind of her no longer being in our protection, they will dive in to use her as leverage and will not shy away from causing harm to her.” He carefully painted a potential outcome that would press at all of his elder brother’s little hero buttons. He watched as Thor’s eyes went from wide-eyed shock to clouded with concern and guilt if anything were to happen to her.

“You’re right, we had not considered that.” He mumbled, looking at the young woman who was still curled up on the sofa, oblivious of the conversation that was going on. She was an innocent civilian now tangled in danger she did not know. “Very well, I will speak with the others about this. She is not a threat to our safety, but we have brought danger to her. Rogers will understand, it’s Stark and Fury who will put up a fight. No matter, I will handle it. You simply stay ready and prepare her for the move as well.” He stood from his seat, and Loki followed soon after.

“Of course, I have the utmost faith in your success.” He smiled, and the two turned to Y/N. If not, I’ll simply just bring her with me. It’s not like I intend to simply bow my head to Stark’s wishes.

The feeling of being watched pricked at the back of her mind, so she lifted her head to see that she was in fact being stared at by the two Asgardian royals. “Uhh, did I miss something?” She tucked the bookmark between the pages and closed her book, giving her full attention to the two.

“No, my brother is leaving.” Loki motioned to Thor, who smiled at her.

“Oh, ok,” she quickly stood up from her spot and made her way around the coffee table, narrowly missing the sharp corner she always managed to hit thanks to cramped space. “I’m sorry I didn’t really host you much again. You only come for short visits, and I figured you wanted time with Loki. Thanks for stopping by, he may not say it, but he does appreciate it.” She grinned, the god of mischief scoffing and rolling his eyes. “Next time you come, try to stay longer. I’ll cook some food!” She continued on, unfazed by Loki’s reactions, which made Thor chuckle.

“I will try to make some more time for my next visit. I’ve heard your cooking is quite delicious. Have a good evening, Y/N, Loki.” He nodded his head to the two.

“Good night, text us when you get back home, so we know you’re safe.” She waved to him as he made his way to the elevator, watching him laugh as the doors shut behind him. Once out of sight, she returned to the apartment and turned to face Loki as he shut the door. The room suddenly felt so spacious now that Thor was gone. It was odd how one person could so easily fill up the room. Then again, no one is as big as him. That's not important right now! Arms crossed, she turned to the handsome god she called her flatmate, giving him a look of smugness that held a hint of exasperation. 

“Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow at her, amused by how adorable she looked with her chest puffed out with pride. She thinks she has the upper hand on me, such a silly little thing. She's going to talk about my brother and I.

“Yeah, mind telling me why you can't just accept the truth of liking your brother? You don't need to act all macho lone wolf with him.”

“Come now, do you really expect me to tell him that I enjoy his overbearing adoration and smothering care? He comes almost every evening. If he thought I enjoyed that, he may just move in with us, and there is barely enough space for the both of us here.” He tried his best not to laugh at guessing correctly.

“I hear you complaining, but I see you smiling! You can't hide from me, I know when you're hiding a smile, and you're always hiding it when Thor comes around!” She poked at his cheeks, grinning with pride at her ability to read the deity of illusions.

“Sounds like you've been lost in one too many fantasy novels again.” He scowled and pulled her hands away, but kept hold of them in case she tried again. Aren’t you a little too cheeky right now? Constantly saying the name of another man while I’m right here? He’s gone, and you should leave it as such.

“The god doth protest too much!” She snickered, dropping the subject for now. ”All that aside, my cooking is delicious, huh? Last I checked, a certain someone was telling me it was “edible” and “nothing like what the chefs at the palace prepared”,” she leaned in closer to him in hopes to get a rise out of him.

“Darling, have I ever said it wasn't delicious?” He closed the distance between them, leaning down to whisper in her ear. Slowly, he trailed his finger along her jaw until he reached her chin to tilt her head up to look at him and locked their gazes. His touch was barely there, a caress like the wind, but it left a lick of heat in its wake. “Saying it's edible is merely stating a fact and when I said it is nothing like the chefs in the palace, I mean their cooking can never hold a candle to the dishes you make for me.” He purred the words as he slid his fingers down her throat, his gaze following them. She swallowed audibly, it suddenly became parched. 

His eyes found a misplaced lock of her hair before picking it up between his thumb and forefinger. He gently rubbed the silky strands until they were evenly spread side-by-side. His brilliant blue eyes kept her frozen in place as they leisurely found their way back to hers.

Those beautiful eyes, they always see through me. He felt a shiver run down his spine as he saw the look of shock and awe in them. The innocent confusion and hesitance was obvious. They were always filled with such emotion, observing and asking questions all the time. Searching and always learning, but never staying on him. How can I get you to only look at me, hm? He asked her, knowing he would never get an answer to the secret question. Tell me what I have to do to get through to you, just how much you’ve gotten me so twisted around your little pinkie and don’t even know it. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her lips as she bit at the lower one.

“Lo-Loki?” She shakily whispered his name, unsure of what to say or do. The way he looked at her was different, and she did not know how to take it. She tried to say more, but her voice locked itself away as his finger trailed down her skin, silencing her like some sort of magic seal.

    “Hmm?” He hummed his response, a small, troubled smile tugging at his lips at the sound of her calling his name. That’s unfair, you don’t even know what hearing you say my name does to me! He chuckled at himself, realizing how pathetic he sounded. You just take all the air from my lungs and get me so tongue-tied. Her cheeks burned with a blush as he watched her with such kind curiosity, as if he had no clue what he was doing. That smile stole the words right out of her mouth, choking the beats painfully out of her heart, as if it had it on a string all along.

    There was silence that followed the soft sound before his face started to lean closer to hers. She watched in wide-eyed shock as he came closer still. His eyes slowly began to close, the mysterious blue optics now mostly hid by his lashes. Her heart sped up, beating a mile a minute as he came closer. The white puffs of his breath warmed her lips, sending her heart into a greater frenzy. Unable to look anymore, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited. For what, she did not know. She knew she was hopeful, though, and that only confused her further. A few moments passed before she hesitantly opened one eye to see his lips pressed to the hair he held in his hand. Her eyes flew open as soon as his eyes opened, her breath stolen from her.

    She could not see it, but a small smirk tugged at his lips. He had thought about kissing her, his body acting on his own as he saw how her cheeks slowly colored a deeper red. The moment she had squeezed her eyes shut, it was over.

[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Tease (Angel Reyes)

A/N: SOAK ME IN HOLY WATER Y’ALL. This is pure smutty smut. Enjoy! As always, feedback is gold! 

MASTERLIST

Angel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 1900k

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, language, mention of choking, public sex?

Inspired by this beautiful picture...

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“Baby, what the hell? You hidin something from me?”

To her surprise, Angel’s piercing stare left Y/N flustered, wordless, and oh so horny. His usual sexy smirk was currently replaced with adorable puppy dog confusion. Y/N could no longer contain the laughter cascading down her windpipes. Eagerness oozed out of her pores; Y/N deviously smiled at the handsome man before her.

The thumping between her legs pulsed causing her skin to overheat. Her panties began to moisten against the barely present material hugging her plumped lips. She bit her bottom lip in hopes of containing the rampage of dirty thoughts scouring every part of her overly excited body. God, if only he’d bend her over…take what she so willingly gave to him.

“Ah ah ah, I don’t give away secrets that easily Mr. Reyes. You’re gonna have to sweeten the pot. Dare I say…tempt me?”

It was in this precise moment Angel knew he was done for, merely at the mercy of his beautiful girlfriend. He scooted closer pushing her backwards into his cushioned bike seat. They were out in the open, completely exposed to their surroundings for anyone to stumble upon. It only exhilarated the energy circulating throughout the air. Y/N faintly stumbled losing her balance momentarily before meeting the hazelnut eyes above. His hands magically found perch against her curvaceous hips leaving not a hint of space. Her breath halted, her heart stammered passionately, but she refused to give into him…not yet.

“So, you’re going to try to seduce the answer out of my Reyes? Really confident in yourself, huh?’

“Oh, querida. You have no fucking idea.”  

Angel was soon growing fully aware of the effects within his range of capabilities knowing just how to set her ablaze with a simple touch, a press of a button. His nose edged along the column of her neck leaving small traces behind. She smelt of lavender and lilacs, so much so that his cock stiffened against his boxers. Y/N hummed in pleasure willing herself to remain strong.

In a minutely exasperated tone Y/N whispered; I know exactly what you’re doing. And it’s making me wet. Ya wanna feel?”

Angel’s hips thrusted into hers as her hands balanced on the motorcycle behind her, steadying the woman. A soft moan escaped trifling through the air as Angel continued his tortuous nibbles. His tongue was warm, smooth, and Y/N couldn’t help herself from imagining it elsewhere.

Angel’s patience began to wear thin growling softly; “Now, what is it you’re hiding? Or do I need to punish you?”

This time Y/N pushed back lifting herself and sitting down firmly onto Angel’s bike. Her toned legs wrapped around his hips luring him even closer digging her heels into the peak of his ass. She was determined Angel would be eating out of the palm of her hand before night’s end. Her dilated pupils gazed upwards meeting his reflection. If looks could speak volumes, Angel Reyes was drowning in lust.

“Oooh, you giving me a choice? Because if so, I’d go with the choke kink.” Y/n winked egging him on further; “Fuck, I love when you take control, to feel your fingers wind around my throat. Tell me, do you like me soakingly drenched submitting to your every whim?”

She was on the cusp of getting him to fuck her triggering her lower belly to enjoyably tighten, pleasure aching through her core. Her honeyed scent engulfed his flared nostrils, his hands locked determinedly in her bronzed curls, and her pouty lips awaiting his touch, his command. Y/N reached for his free hand pulling it close to her salivating mouth sucking his middle finger voraciously. Erotic moans met his ears as Y/N sucked harder before releasing him with a salacious pop.

“You turned on, baby?” Y/N’s words barely echoed into the shell of his ear like he was submerged underwater. His head lightly spun wanting nothing more than to slide into home base and hear her scream his name.

Once again, Angel grazed against her pelvis squeezing her to his powerful chest; “Looks like someone’s happy to see me?”

Y/N cupped him forcing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Angel wasn’t sure how much more teasing he could withstand and Y/N knew exactly what she was doing.

Finally, he closed the little distance between them locking their lips as one. He moaned loudly; “Fuck, you feel that? It’s all for you…only for you.” Angel’s mouth planted against her devouring the words on the tip of her very skilled tongue.

“Mmm, has anyone told you how delicious you taste?”

“Most definitely but usually its another very sweet part of me you know exceedingly well.”

Her grin was enough to bring forth his tumultuous end, to cause all relevant thought to be banished, and take her on the goddamn spot.

Y/N’s hands guided straight for Angel’s thick belt, the clink of metal alerting him of her wandering hands.

“Still wanna know your surprise?” Angel sighed contemplating his options slowly losing his grasp on reality. Pulling back slightly from her embrace, Angel connected with her brilliant cerulean orbs; “You’re getting off on this, aren’t ya? Someone likes having the ball in her court.”

Y/N nodded in agreeance; “You bet that fine ass of yours I do. I can’t tell you how fucking sexy it is to see my Mayan all hot and bothered.”

With her hands secured around his buckle and his stare still penetrating hers, she slowly unhooked his clip pulling the excess material off the remaining belt loops clanging it noisily against the gray, cement floor.

“You wanna do this out in the open? Anyone could drive by and see us?”

“Angel, I will say this once and only once, but take your damn pants off and fuck me, NOW.”

Suddenly, Angel was a man of minimal restraint especially when pushed to his very last limit. His pants fell around his ankles alongside his now moistened boxers.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Y/N loosened her stance allowing Angel’s hands to ghost up her thighs. Goosebumps erupted violently along every crevice of skin as she breathed heavily in anticipation. Angel slipped his strong hands underneath her ass lifting her thong in the process. Y/N silently thanked God for the design of skirts and their functionality. Sitting her down smoothly, he pulled her underwear down her calves before they fell to the ground.

“I’m not goin take it easy on ya, hun. I’m going to fuck you hard until you see shooting stars. Ya hear me?��

Y/N nipped at his shoulder; “Prove it then.”

Angel’s insides roared wanting to dominate the addictive woman he so greedily loved. In the blink of an eye, Y/N clasped his cock pumping him getting harder with every stroke as he watched her hard at work. She was his muse, his angel, his everything. Unexpectedly, Y/N stopped hopping off of the seat. Angel was paralyzed wondering what the hell went wrong before she eyed him conspicuously hiking up her skirt above her hips and jumping back up. She spread wide for him allowing for her pussy to glimmer in the street lights above. Her hand slid down her torso inching closer to her untouched pussy as her eyes begged for him. Y/N inserted a finger producing a squelch of her inner labia.

So, he watched her get lost within herself guiding his hands towards his shaft.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn stunning like this. Keep goin.”

Y/N inserted a second finger deepening her reach as her legs moved farther apart.

Angel stalked closer to Y/N stepping in between her defined quadriceps. “I wanna be inside you. Please, querida?” Y/N nonchalantly smiled, whether it be their first time or their thousandth Angel always sought her permission and it drove her absolutely wild.

“Yes, yes please Angel. Fuck me.”

It was then that Angel fondled himself again rubbing up against her slick folds.

“Damn, you are dripping…”

Y/N glanced downwards extending her hand towards his cock before ravenously touching his tip to her clitoris repeatedly pushing her closer to orgasmic bliss. Her thighs clenched; her heart skyrocketed causing her to wither underneath him.

“Godamnit, you’re driving me crazy, woman!”

Y/N panted; “Good.”

Just then, Angel slipped into her warmth pausing for a second to catch the breath lodged within his confined chest. He continued until he was buried to the hilt as her walls hugged him fiercely. It was like the first time every time with Y/N knocking him off his feet. Angel was fully seated within Y/N as her walls hugged him pulling him deeper inside. He pulled out locking eyes with Y/N before plunging into her. Y/N lost her breath as his thrusts picked up in speed. His hand traveled towards her slender throat giving a minor squeeze.

His thumb collided with her clit forcing her walls to clench around his cock. She was a woman possessed, purring and moaning as Angel watched himself glide in and out of her radiant heat. Her hands rested on the back of his seat allowing her to meet him thrust for thrust. Angel’s bike rattled but didn’t loose its steady grip as he continued to plow harder into her.

“Ah, fuck, right there. Harder Angel, plllease.”

Angel couldn’t deny her when she begged, it only spurred him on as he fucked into her like there was no tomorrow. Luckily, not a single car had driven by the abandoned lot as his stomach began to spasm. He brought his forehead to hers allowing for deeper penetration.

“Y/N, you’re so fucking tight. Come with me.”  Her neck bobbed unwilling to break eye contact with him knowing what was to come. She grabbed at his ass bringing him unfathomable close as her muscles tightened. Her eyes shut watching the array of colors swirl beneath her lids, again his finger connected with her clit sending fireworks up her spine to the base of her skull.

“I’m cumming A, I’m about to cu—mm”

Her body violently shook as her orgasm gripped her. Angel tensed beneath as he reveled in his final thrust. Hot spurts shot into her trembling pussy as she drew him to his breaking point. She spasmed around him milking him for all his worth, her pussy quivered in obedience. Both their breaths ran ragged as they attempted to calm themselves. Angel stayed dormant unwilling to pull out.

“Still wanna know your surprise big bad biker boy?”

Angel panted in response unsure; “You sly devil. Fuck me stupid then reveal your master plan?”

Y/N chuckled at his absurdity; “…Maybe.”

“Well considering I’m still balls deep, do tell.”

Y/N shimmed her hips initiating Angel’s grunts; “I got offered a position as General Chief of Surgery at Santo Padre Mercy today. I’m staying, baby.”

Angel beamed with pride knowing how hard Y/N had slaved and so damn happy she could stay here with him in the home they’d built together.

“I knew it. I fucking knew it! I’m so proud of you.”

Y/N laughed hugging him; “I’m so proud of us.”

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[lokisfans]

For Me

Summary: Loki wants to rule over all of the Midgardians. No one can stop him from executing his plan, except for maybe the one person he truly loves.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Word Count: 1,333

Warnings: swearing

A/N: This is my first fanfic (that I’m posting on here). I hope you all like it, please leave feedback! :)

Loki was back at it again, causing mischief. But this time it wasn’t just mischief. He had an army at the ready and intended to rule over all of the Midgardians. It wasn’t a plausible outcome by any means, but he was blinded by his pain and need for revenge.

You knew Loki better than anyone and loved him, despite his treachery, but oh boy were you going to have some damn words with him when you arrived in New York.

Instead of choosing to stop Loki with violence, the Avengers had decided to give him one last chance by bringing you in. They hoped that you could persuade him to stop this before it started.

As soon as you arrived in New York, it was obvious that not all of the Avengers thought that Loki could be stopped without bloodshed. Thor had definitely been the one to convince everyone to let you come. He still believed that there was good in his brother, and he knew that Loki only had softness for you. Some of the stares you received were cold, but you ignored the tenseness in the air and chose to focus on the problem at hand.

“Greetings, Lady Y/N,” said Thor, “we’re so happy you cou-” You cut him off.

“Let’s get straight to the point. Loki’s being an ass and you need me to reason with him. Where is he?”

“We don’t have an exact location yet,” said Natasha, “he’s on the move and it’s been difficult to pinpoint where he is.”

“I’m sure we’ll be able to find my dear brother soon,” said Thor.

“You say dear brother,” started Tony, “but funnily enough he’s also an untrustworthy sociopath who kills for pleas-” Steve cut him off.

“Tony, this isn’t the time. We’re all aware of the crimes Loki has committed. Let’s focus on getting him to stop.”

Tony rolled his eyes while Steve smiled at you reassuringly.

Nick Fury stepped into the room. He nodded at you and then spoke. “We’ve found Loki’s location. I want all of you to go with Y/N in case things get violent, but do not engage unless it is absolutely necessary. Have I made myself clear?” Everyone nodded.

This was it. Lives, including Loki’s, were depending on you persuading him to end this before anyone got hurt. Thor had said that if Loki gave up this absurd fantasy and chose peace then he would not be punished very harshly. He hadn’t done any damage yet, but if he continued on this route things would become much worse. You knew Loki loved you, but did he love you enough to stop the war he was planning to wage on the Midgardians?

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Just a couple hours later you were flying in a helicopter toward where Loki was.

You hadn’t really thought about what you were going to say to him. You hadn’t seen him since he had left for Earth while you were sleeping. You vividly remembered the anger and loneliness you had felt when you had awoken to find him gone. That son of a bitch hadn’t even said goodbye. He was lucky that you loved him.

The helicopter landed on top of a tall building made of gray brick. You stepped out onto the roof. There was a door nearby, which most likely held stairs leading to the different floors of the large tower. Nick had sent Loki an anonymous message, telling him that he would have a visitor on the roof, so you waited, praying that he would come.

After about ten minutes, the door opened. Loki stepped out of it, scepter in hand. He saw you and looked taken aback. “Darling?” was all he could muster.

You walked toward him, knowing he would never harm you. For a moment you just stared at each other.

“My dear,” you finally said, “you left without even so much as a goodbye, and now... this?”

“I had to leave. The Midgardians are not fit to have freedom, it suffocates them. They need a leader.”

“They already have a leader. They have a government just as we have a council in Asgard. Even if the Midgardians needed a leader, violence is not the way to earn their trust. A leader’s citizens must have faith in them, but how can these people have faith in you when you threaten to bring an army here and kill their kind to get what you want?”

There was guilt in Loki’s blue eyes. You could easily see it, despite how he tried to mask it with false confidence.

“They refuse to kneel to me, violence is the only option,” said Loki.

“Why would they kneel to you when they were perfectly happy and already with leadership when you arrived?”

“Their leaders are weak.”

You looked at him sadly. “The god I fell in love with would never truly believe the things you’re saying.”

You could tell that your words had affected Loki. It showed in his face. He could hide nothing from you.

“I want you to rule beside me. I had to leave at first, yes, but we can do this together now that you’re here. I was always coming back for you.”

You could sense a pleading, a hope in Loki.

“I’ll never do that, and I don’t want you to come back for me if you choose this path. This is not the path of the Loki I know.”

“No one knows me,” Loki muttered.

“Bullshit,” you said, “I know you better than you know yourself.”

The fierceness in your soul had always been what Loki loved about you, but he hadn’t expected it with the calmness that you had been exhibiting on the roof so far.  

“I’ve been trying to do this the nice way but it doesn’t seem to be working. I’m going to lay this out plainly for you. You’re the love of my life, but by god are your morals screwed right now. I know you know that this is wrong. Freedom is not suffocating, the Midgardians already have leaders, and they may not be what you’re used to but they’re leaders just the damn same. There’s goodness in your heart, I see it every day that we spend together. What I’m seeing right now, and what I’ve been told you’ve been doing, is not what’s in your heart. I know you’ve been hurt and there’s no excuse for that, but don’t take it out on these innocent people my love. This won’t fill anything inside of you. Please, I’m begging you, stop this nonsense before anyone gets hurt.”

Loki’s eyes were full of conflict. The wind whipped his raven-colored hair around and you saw a thin layer of water in his eyes.

“Please,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face, “Our life together will be gone after this. I cannot love someone who would ever commit an atrocity like you’re about to.”

Loki stared at you for a long time.

“Y-you won’t love me anymore?” he asked after a while, his voice breaking.  

You slowly shook your head, then said, “but don’t stop for me, stop because of the goodness that I know you have, stop because you know that this is wrong.”

You couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t want to lose Loki

You reached out to him. “Take my hand and don’t go through with this. We can go home, and I might not even beat your ass for making me come all the way here.”

Loki almost smiled. He looked at you, and then at the scepter in his hand. Suddenly he threw it to the ground, smashing it. There was a large blast of power that came from its destruction, and then Loki grabbed your hand. He pulled you into him, wiping your tears away.

His face was stained with tears, and he whispered, “I’m so sorry my love.” You looked at him and stroked one of his cheeks with your hand.

“I forgive you.”

[evilluciferisevil]

The world is ending and I’m the wrong place 1

Pairing : (evetual) Wilhemina Venable x reader

Prompt : Wrong person, wrong place, wrong time. The world is ending, and you took someone’s place to survive, and it wasn’t even your fault. You didn’t want to, you would’ve happily died, but that didn’t happen. Is outpost 3 worth living? Is there someone to live for?

Chapter 1 (this one) - You arrive to the outpost, only to find out, you weren’t supposed to be there. You also meet everyone, and 

Warnings - Angst, mentions of self-harm, mentions of anorexia, suicidal thoughts, sexual content, mentions of past abuse, possible phobias, traumas

Words : 1484 

A/N : In this the reader enjoys dresses, makeup (How much, isn’t specified), etc. She’s also orphan (though adult now). But hair, eyes, skin etc isn’t defined, so it’s a free read for anybody. 

Part 1, 

You knew there wasn’t anything out there. It didn’t make sense. If there were other outposts, why hadn’t you heard anything from them? You knew it was all some cheap hoax. So what was the point in keeping going on?

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Three months ago you arrived into the outpost. All you knew, somebody mistook you for somebody more important, so you were accepted as a purple. It shook you to your core to know, you could’ve died out there, and yet somehow your life continued, simply because of a mistake. It was all like a big joke to you. One casual Thursday you were sitting in your apartment cross-legged on your bed, slender fingers running along the length of the keyboard of your laptop, trying to write yet another job application when your door flung open. You slowly tilted your head up to see what had happened, but that was when someone snatched up the computer from your lap and threw it at the wall, only to return his rough hand to pull you up. Another set of hands, gentler, were also around you as you were forced on your feet and out of your crappy apartment. For some reason you didn’t resist. It wouldn’t matter anyways. Once again, you repeated to yourself that there was nothing and nobody you were leaving behind, so this new place couldn’t be much worse. Oh, how you were wrong. 

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You had been put to sleep with gas and you couldn’t remember much. You had awoken in a small, tidy room. A very small coffee brown bookcase was in the right wall of your room, alongside the same colored table. On the table was a feather pencil and an ink bottle. A rather long scroll was rolled open before the neatly placed items. Lifting yourself up from the bed, you were taking steps over to the chair in front of the table. However, before you did that, you caught a glimpse of a stand alone mirror in the other corner of the room, so you changed your direction of steps and stood before of the mirror, with a puzzled expression. On you weren’t the cozy clothing from before, no. You were dressed in what looked to be Victorian style clothing. So that caused the pressure in your chest. Ruffling through all the petticoats, the corset and the drawers you hummed. The purple dress was lovely. Perhaps, not the one you’d go for, but still, lovely. You nodded at yourself and opened the huge wardrobe doors. Going through the coffee colored cabinet, which matched everything in the room, you found all you would need to survive. By now, you had figured out that there would be no electronics and you were fine. I mean, who would pick up if you called? Previously you barely had three contacts, and even they were for necessities. 

After going through the small room, even the little bathroom attached to it, you were ready to read the scroll.

“Welcome to Outpost 3, Maryann Howells...”

Something wasn’t right. Your name wasn’t Maryann Howells. That was your landlord’s daughter. How’d they mix you with her? You two were complete opposite. First off, her she was rich, and most certainly didn’t live in the smallest apartment whole Los Angeles had to offer. Well, the mix-up had happened, you could still change, right? The second thing you started to wonder, what that why were you in an outpost. You didn’t want to be here, Maryann could come and fetch her place, you’d happily give it to her. 

“...As you should be aware, the world has ended. Well, most of it. Your father, however, bought you a place here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you wish, as long as you follow my rules...”

And so began the long list of rules, which mind you, were ridiculous for some part. But, what caught your attention, was the loopy signature. “Ms. Venable”. What a curious name. She must be rather rich, or fancy or - 

Knock at the door. You dropped he parchment to the table and turned around to see a short black-haired woman in the doorway. 

“Miss Mead, my name. Follow me.” The woman spat, and started walking. You picked up the parchment and followed after her. After the long, dimly candle lit hallway, she knocked on a wooden door and waited for some permission to open it. A hollow “enter” could be heard and ms. Mead opened the door and lifted her hand to signal for you to go inside. That you did. You nodded at her on the way, but she just glared at you. 

Eyeing around the room you scanned everything quickly, before a cough caught your attention. Swiftly you turned your body to face the stranger in the room. Standing in front of a wooden desk was the most beautiful creature you’ve seen. Fiery red hair was neatly pulled in a sleek hairdo. Black lacy dress covered her whole body, hitting the floor, not by an inch, but perfectly. Her hands were covered by black gloves that looked to be a part of the dress. Those same hands, that had the perfect black manicure, were resting atop a raven skull cane. You could also tell she was wearing a corset and heels, no way she was that tall with great posture without. And you were right. Another cough to pull you out of the daydream. 

“I am ms. Venable, and you are not ms. Howells.” She stated the obvious, and her voice was like of a siren’s. You needed to hear more of it. 

“That I am not. I am ms Y/L/N, Y/N to be exact. And to answer the obvious,no, I have no idea why I am here.”

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It was obvious ms. Venable liked you. Three months had passed since she and you were introduced. Those three months that had felt the best for her, had felt the worst for you. Of course, Venable had had her battles within her head, but even she couldn’t ignore feeling love. Love for you. It was weird. Usually, she’d hate people like you. You were basically a nobody. None of the purples, even less the grays, had found out anything about you. You seemed, and were, closed off, wary and perhaps even shy. It bothered her. And the fact that whenever she seemed to speak to you, you didn’t seem scared, or even intimidated. And somehow you found the audacity to speak against her, if she was being ruthless, mean or otherwise... Venable. But then again, perhaps she didn’t love you. Perhaps, she just needed you to crack your shell. You hadn’t realized Venable acting a bit tougher around you, or the way she tried to steal long gazes from you. The way she looked at you when you were reading a book, thinking you were alone. Th way she always spared you from every punishment, others already had been through multiple times. All you had realized, was the feeling of being trapped, like a rat. You couldn’t leave the outpost without someone noticing, and most likely getting executed on the spot. The feeling of being paranoid of all the people surrounding you. Everyone... Except Venable. Something about her fascinated you. But you had come to the conclusion, she would not open up about anything, unless you did. So you didn’t. You let her be just like everyone else. Nobody mattered, nothing mattered. 

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Even before learning the world was ending, you had felt empty. You had nobody. You grew up in the system, all alone. Your parents had abandoned you, nobody adopted you due to your mental illnesses, no matter how well hidden you tried to keep them. The scars and your bony figure never let you forget about everything. Yet, something kept you from ending it all. There you were, sitting on your bathroom floor, looking at the very old fashioned blade filled with blood, thinking how smoothly it would cut your arm open. It would take no time. and your body would be discovered in the morning. It would probably take only a few more cuts around your body to pass out. There were plenty bleeding cuts on your legs, your arms, your stomach, name it. Just as you were about to press the blade on your wrist, you heard a gasp and receding steps. Perhaps it was a grey, and now they were on their way to tell Venable. You thought about running after them, but to your disappointment, you realized all the blood and still bleeding cuts. Plan B, clean up and pretend as if nothing ever happened. 

And that’s what you did, pretend like nothing happened. It was the next day, right after lunch, half a cube of that horrid jello, that ms. Mead came to the library. 

“Ms. Venable demands your presence in her office, now.”

[heavymetalover]

The Hand That Feeds (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: You’re Michael’s pet at Outpost 3, accustom to obeying all of his rules. But today you’re desperate and Michael hasn’t been pleasing you much lately. You get punished by a jealous Michael after trying to hook up with another gray. 

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, dom/sub, jealousy, daddy kink, wrist binding, boot licking, piss play, oral sex (female & male receiving), slapping, little bit of rimming (female receiving), fingering (anal & vaginal), anal sex, choking, hair pulling, bit of fluff at the end, sassy reader, mean michael.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: ok sjksjskjs this one might not be for everyone… 

1) read the warnings carefully if youre squeamish and dont like dirty stuff lol im just being upfront. 2) jim is jim mason, i wanted to give you guys a 2 in 1 fling. youre welcome. & 3) this came kinda late cuz i was BUSY w sugar daddy stuff this week lmao ! so i hope there arent too many grammar errors !! 

enjoy, sluts <3

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You lean against the corridor wall, routinely surveying the area for Venable’s impending scrutiny. One of your close confidants, Jim, another gray, leans with you. He stands only a few inches away from you, so close that you breathe each other’s breaths. Since you’ve laid eyes on him you suspected he would be trouble. You liked the freckles that dotted his nose, the way his brown hair swooped over his forehead, and how he looked at you like you were the only person in this hellhole that mattered. You knew you weren’t supposed to be flirting with him, you knew Langdon would be mad, but fuck it. Langdon stayed cooped up in his office for most of the day, you were bored of waiting for him to sweep you off your feet and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Everything is always on his terms, but you are getting desperate, you need some spice in your life.  

You mindlessly twirl a stray hair that fell from your unattractive bun when talking to Jim. You two laugh and smile all the time, beating around the bush because of Langdon’s strict rules. You grab Jim’s hand; his baby blue eyes wander around the corridor before accepting your palm. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” you ask him. His eyes shyly fix to the ground and a smile inches across his face. “I’m serious, I don’t know what I’d do here without you.”

“Me too. If Langdon takes you and leaves me…” he trails off.

“Hey,” you crouch down to find his eyes. His light eyes fix on yours and you feel a tingle wash over your core. “I don’t even want to go with him,” you lie. Even if Langdon is the most hot and cold asshat here, he somehow cast his spell on you. You hate how much of a hold he has on you. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t take me.”

“How will you do that? Everybody knows you’re his little pet,” he leans his head against the wall in defeat.

“Because of this,” you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to reach Jim’s lips.

He closes his lucent eyes and kisses you back. His soft lips collide into yours, they feel like everything you’ve imagined. After a moment, he pulls away from your embrace and his eyes dart around the room. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughs. “We’re both dead if we get caught.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” you question with a shrug.

He responds by pulling you into another kiss, crashing his lips into yours with passion. You continue kissing him and slowly walking him into one of the empty rooms in the corridor. He staggers backwards into the room, both of you smiling at his fumble.

Each kiss gets stronger and deeper, only parting to rip off your apron and let down your hair. His hands run down your back, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you feel a light giggle on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. Your fingers comb through his thick hair and you pull his head back to kiss his lips once more.

Jim unzips your gray dress and it falls to the floor, exposing your grim bra and panties. The grays didn’t get many lingerie choices, you all had to wear cotton and polyester undergarments. None of it mattered to Jim, though. He is just as ravenous as you, he only wants what’s underneath the ugly clothes. You take off his top and smash your lips into his, reaching for his pants. He’s beginning to unhook your bra when somebody clears their throat behind you.

You both jump, immediately shielding any exposed skin, until you realize who it is. He sucks all the air out of the room and everything goes still. “Y/N,” Langdon says between clenched teeth, his tone much lower than usual.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing in front of Jim so he won’t get any of the heat. “Mr. Langdon,” you respond with the same vitriol. Langdon hated when you got sassy, you know that, but you don’t care. What’s he going to do?

He peers around your shoulder and you extend your arm, hoping he won’t see who you were engaging with. Langdon rolls his eyes at your poor attempt of protecting Jim’s identity and addresses him calmly, “John, perhaps you should leave now.”

“Jim,” he responds with a waver in his voice. Your heart sinks when Jim talks back to him. You can deal with punishment from Langdon, but you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Jim.

“Jim,” Langdon repeats. “Leave now and be thankful if I don’t burn your soul to a fucking crisp.” You’ve never seen Langdon this angry and you have to admit, it’s kind of hot.

Jim stands up and squeezes your hand tightly before leaving. He brushes past Langdon, exiting the room with his clothes in his fist. Langdon stays in the doorway, hands behind his back as always and chin tilted up to assert dominance. You don’t back down; you stay silent waiting for him to say his piece. You’re not going down so easily this time.

“You’re a stubborn pain in my ass, you know that?” he finally breaks the silence. “People in this outpost are on their hands and knees trying to secure a position, offering everything they can just so I could spare their lives. All the girls throw themselves at me, they wish I could secure a position for them like I did with you. Hell, even most of the men. They wish I could fuck them the way I fuck you,” he seethes.

“So why don’t you,” you bite back. You’ll do anything to get him riled up now, this is weeks of built up rage.

He wears a slight smile, quite clearly trying to camouflage his anger. “Put your dress back on and meet me in my office,” he orders, turning on his heel to leave.

“No,” you reply stubbornly. He stops and turns back to look at you. You walk up to him, challenging his supremacy with each audacious step. “What are you gonna do, Langdon? Hm? Spank me?” you ask in a mocking tone. “Punish me? Burn my soul?” you keep going to get him annoyed, but he wears an amused smile now. His eyes drawing to the ceiling to avoid giving you the spotlight, this only makes you want to dig harder. “I find it hard to believe you’re the antichrist,” you whisper inches from his face, “because half of the time you can’t even fuck me right.”

His haunting gaze closes in on you, you got his attention. “Is that right?” he asks, stone-faced. You slowly nod your head, questioning what kind of beast you woke up in him. His eyes look darker, even his expression looks much more sinister.

Langdon grabs your wrist, tightening his grip and you don’t fight it. He pulls you even closer to him, your feet shuffle until they trip over his Margiela boots. He tightens his grip again and you gasp at the sudden pain. You would never tell him to stop. “You like being punished, don’t you?” he quizzes, a glimmer of hilarity in his serious attitude. “That’s why you were whoring it up with that guy, right? Because you want me to punish you?”

You swallow hard, feeling a numbness take over the hand he grips so snugly. “It would add some excitement,” you reply coyly, all your confidence dissolving before your eyes.

“Look at you. A dog with all bark and no bite,” he spits, a small breathy laugh followed after. “Y/N, if you wanted to be treated like a dirty fucking whore, then why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, making you jump when he curses. Even if he is mad, it’s turning you on. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties. “I’ll treat you like one,” he whispers.

Langdon drags you out of the room by the wrist he’s holding with a death-grip. Your heart drops at how urgent he’s handling the situation. “W-what are you gonna do to me?” you ask apprehensively.

“Oh, you wanted excitement!” he yells loud enough for the whole outpost to hear. He lets go of your wrist, throwing you into his room and locking the door behind him. You aid to your wrist, expecting a wicked bruise to flourish tomorrow.

He grabs your arm, again having a firm grasp, and pulls you into him. He holds your face in his other hand, making sure you keep your pleading eyes on his. “Do you want this?” he asks in a whisper. “Does the dirty slut want to be punished?”

You try nodding your head in his tight grip. “Yes, daddy,” you breathe.

He lets a modest smile slip before returning to his controlling demeanor. “Show me,” he commands and lets go of you. He promptly unhooks your bra and you slowly slide it down your arms. Covering up your nipples until the bra is completely off and exposing them to him, putting on a little show as usual. He still doesn’t look entertained. “I thought you wanted excitement,” he teases.

You bite your tongue from saying anything hurtful. “I do,” you answer. “Do whatever you want with me, daddy.”

He slides his jacket down his shoulders and steps closer to you. Your nipples harden with the gust of wind and he takes advantage. He pinches both of your nipples in between his fingers, squeezing the hard peaks. You moan at his sudden touch and arch your back to invite more. He notices this and twists your nipples, sending a searing pain throughout your breasts. You recoil only for a moment, but once the immediate pain subsides, you welcome more of his punishments.

He twists them again, harder this time and you take in a sharp breath, ruggedly letting it go when he releases your nipples. He gives a rough smack to your perky tits, causing more pain through your chest. You let out a nervous laugh with the second smack. Langdon’s never touched you like this before, he was always so gentle, you never knew he had this in him.

He pulls you back into him, and ravages your lips with his. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your lips with each smacking kiss. His hands crawl down your back, reaching your hideous panties. He pulls the cotton, wedging the garment between your ass and you gasp. Just like when he pinched your nipples, for a moment it hurt, then it felt unbelievably good. He pulls away from the kiss, biting on your lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

Langdon undoes his belt and yanks it from his waist. “Turn around,” he says, pushing you the other way. You obey his orders, turning around and waiting for your next command. He takes both of your wrists behind your back and bounds them tightly in his belt, squeezing your, already wounded, wrists so tight that you’re unable to move either of your hands. “How’s that?” he asks.

“Tight,” you answer with a slight chuckle.

He tightens them even more and you wince. “Good,” he responds sourly. “Now, I want you in a position you’re familiar with,” he whispers, his lips shaving the shell of your ear. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, he’s driving you crazy. “Get on your knees.”

You conform, turning around to face him and getting on your knees, trying to balance yourself without your hands. You look up at him with big eyes, marinating in the hypnagogic moment. Even if you tell everyone it’s a drag, you adore being Langdon’s pet. You love having him dominate you, it’s the only thing that’s kept you sane in the outpost lately.

“I bet you want to taste me now, don’t you?” he asks.

You suck on your bottom lip, moistening them up for him. “I want your cum, daddy,” you nod.

“I bet you’re salivating just thinking about it,” he continues. He wears a condescending smile that negates his words. “But dirty whores don’t get daddy’s cum,” he scoffs. “They lick daddy’s shoes.”

Your eyes travel down his body to his boots. Wired to follow his orders in a heartbeat, you lean down to his leather Tabi boots. They’re quite an unusual design, with a cut in the toe to look like hooves. You run your tongue along the soft leather of his boot and kiss the tip his big toe occupies. You continue licking the top and he lifts up his shoe, exposing the sole. As soon as he lifts it, you look up at him for conformation, he doesn’t budge. There is minimal dust and dirt on the bottom, not too much to complain about. After a second of hesitation, you put your tongue flat on the sole and lick up all of the accumulated filth from the bottom of his shoe. “Good girl,” he encourages. You make sure to clean up every inch and swallow all of it before stopping. He puts his shoe back on the ground and raises an eyebrow, impressed with your commitment. “Now the other shoe,” he orders.

You begin licking the leather again, starting with the little divide in the shoe and working your way out. He lifts up his shoe again and you lick the soles once more. Negligently washing his expensive shoes with your tongue until they’re pristine. You sit up on your knees when you’re done, maneuvering the grime in your mouth and trying to swallow any remnants. “Such a good little whore,” he smiles. “You need something to wash down that dirt, don’t you?”

You nod your head again. “Yes, daddy. I do,” you admit. The feeling of sandy dirt still contaminating your mouth.

He unzips his dress pants; the bulge of his erection bloats in his boxers. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous right now,” he taunts.

Langdon pulls out his erect cock, his length always takes your breath away. No matter how many times you see his dick, it’s always surprising to see how long and thick it is. His father truly did bless him in every possible aspect.

You open your mouth and bring it to his dick, getting ready to suck the tip, but he pushes you back. “No, no, no,” he buzzes. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, leaning back and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out of your mouth and he positions himself above you. Holding his hardy cock in his hand and aiming his hole at your face before splashing out a warm fluid.

You close your eyes to avoid any stinging. The liquid spatters onto your face and gets in your hair, making your whole head wet in a few seconds. Once the salty substance hits your tongue, you know that he’s urinating on you. He aims it closer to your mouth and you open wider for him to release into you, using you like a public restroom.

“How’s this for a punishment? Exciting enough for you?” he presses. You swallow everything that he leaks into you, washing down the dirt from his sole with it. It surprises you that the taste isn’t unpleasant, you actually enjoy him using you like this. 

His stream gets quite weaker, but you devour every drop he gives you. “Such a nasty girl, goddamn,” he says with a laugh. He stops urinating on you and you swallow the last bit that was in your mouth, finally opening your eyes to a surprised Langdon. 

You wipe away some of the urine near your eyes with your shoulder and lick the remains around your lips. “So good, daddy,” you respond sweetly. A slight smirk crosses his plump lips, you can tell he’s proud of you. Proud of his little pet for abiding the rules for once.

He leans into you, his hard cock grazing your lips. You open your mouth, inviting his pink tip in, and suck any leftover urine. You run your tongue over his tip and look up at him, batting your lustrous eyes. He rolls his eyes back when you ram his whole cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head back and forth, not daring to disrupt his pleasure even if you feel yourself choking.

You pull your head back, feeling his length escape your throat. A white string of saliva connects your lips to his dick when you pull away and you suck up any excess saliva you produced. You can’t help but give the head of his impressive cock one more suck before finishing off.

He pulls you up by your shoulders. You stand on your toes to kiss him, but he pushes you backwards onto his bed. You land on your wrists, almost forgetting that he had bound them earlier. He zips himself back up before moving onto the bed with you. You move your arms up, trying to spin your tightly tied wrists, but they don’t comply. They hang off of the bed, while the rest of your body is laid out for Langdon’s consumption.

He starts down by your ankles, giving open mouth kisses on both of your legs until he reaches the insides of your thighs. He kisses the insides, getting slower and wetter the closer he gets to your pulsating core. He lifts up both sides of your panties and lets them go, slapping them onto your hips. You instinctively buck your hips at the sudden slap, then smile at his teasing. He takes both sides again, this time pulling them in opposite directions and ripping your panties in half with minimal effort. You gasp at his aggressiveness. He gasps too, mocking yours.

He sits up over you. One of your thighs threaded between his. He looks down at you, gorgeous blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He rubs one warm hand over your hot clit, finally feeling his touch is so liberating. He grips your face with his other hand again. “Are you having fun?” he inquires, still rubbing you languidly.

“Yes,” you answer, squirming under his touch.

He stops rubbing you for a moment and you loudly sigh from the loss of contact. He slaps your throbbing cunt and you let out a sharp shriek. He smacks it harder and you groan, curling your toes in agony. You move your head to the side and bite your arm to cope with the pain. “Good,” he says lowly.

He rubs your clit again and you take a deep breath in, still biting down on your arm to not make noise. He rubs faster and harder, issuing a moan out of you. He stops again and you bite hard, feeling a tear roll down the side of your face. You stop biting your arm and glance at him with begging eyes. “Please don’t stop,” your voice falters.

Your pleading falls on deaf ears, his expression doesn’t change. He slaps your throbbing pussy again, getting another yelp out of you. He slaps it harder and you cry out a mangled groan. He keeps smacking your sensitive cunt until it’s puffy and swollen. “Please,” you beg again. He gives one hard slap and you yell loud enough for everybody in the outpost to hear.

He leans in close to you. “Do you wanna come?” he asks, hovering his hand over your cunt. You try nodding your head in the grip of his hand and fail, he slaps your pussy again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “God, yes. Please I want to come.”

He lets go of your face and moves down your body, running his tongue through the valley of your breasts, down your torso, and all the way to your crotch. He spits on your folds; you feel his warm spit travel down your pussy. He licks it up, the feeling of his tepid tongue on your vagina makes your heart skip. He licks again, starting lower. Then again, starting from your asshole up to your clit. “Michael!” you yelp, his tongue still venturing where it never has before.

He sops up your already drenched pussy and lubes up your asshole with his heated saliva. He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy, and one into your ass. You take a sharp inhale when he does this, you’ve never had fingers in your ass before.

He starts working your holes, starting slow and steady. His fingers inching in deeper, the metal of his rings adding a pleasurable coolness to your sweltering cunt. He pulses his fingers inside of you, hitting them up against your g-spot. You can already feel yourself coming undone, but you fight to keep yourself together. His tongue licks your clit and you moan, unable to hold it in anymore. His tongue pulses to the same rhythm as his fingers, speeding up at the same time.

The lower half of your body feels completely disabled. Your legs are trembling and your feet are pointed from holding in your pleasure. You grind your hips on his face, his light blue eyes peer up at you, begging for your cum. You’d give anything to unbind his makeshift handcuffs and run your fingers through his soft hair.

You don’t hide it anymore, you let out all your moans. He notices you’re unravelling and takes the opportunity to fuck you harder. Pulsing his fingers inside your holes vigorously and slurping up your dripping pussy. His aggressiveness makes your cunt go numb, and it feels like your world stops. You dig your nails into your hands, aching to touch him. A few yells getting caught in your throat, holding them in in fear someone will burst in screaming bloody murder. “Oh my god,” is all you can manage to mutter through your endless moans.

Langdon laughs, a wave of his hot breath washing over your pussy. “God can’t fuck you like this,” he disputes with a devilish grin. You can’t bring yourself to amuse his joke, you feel yourself coming on him.

Your hips move wildly against his face, grinding yourself against his moist tongue. Nails digging into yourself harder than ever. You cry out his name along with deformed moans, trying your best to stay quiet, but failing miserably. “Langdon! Fuck!” you heave in between solid breaths. You’re both on the same wavelength, he fucks you just how you want him to, just how you need him to. With one hard plunge, you let out your last groan. Your juices spilling onto his fingers and he licks it up, sticking two of his fingers into his wet mouth and sucking you off of him.

“This one’s for you,” he whispers, crawling up to you and sticking his third finger into your mouth. You taste yourself on him, this is the one that was in your ass. It doesn’t have much flavour, it’s rather sweet if anything. You suck it right off of his warm finger, tasting the sweetness of your ass mixed with the saltiness of his finger. “Want more?” he asks.

You nod your head, out of breath from his gratification. “Yes,” you concur, “please give me more, daddy.”

He smiles, he likes when you beg him. “Of course you do,” he responds, “So gluttonous. I bet you want to me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod again. “Hard, Mr. Langdon.”

He leans over you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek tenderly. His warm fingers contrast with the cold metal rings that fit each of his fingers, goosebumps instantly line your skin. “I just need to remind you of one thing,” his lips graze yours.

The temptation to reach up and kiss his full lips is unbearable. “What’s that?” you whisper back.

“I don’t share,” he chastises. Your heart drops hearing the hatred possessing his tone.

He moves away from your face. Finally undressing himself, he rips his expensive shirt, the buttons clink against the floor as he starts zipping down his pants. You lay back, watching him unclothe himself with big eyes, waiting for him to unsheathe his shaft. You take the moment to appreciate his beauty, and damn he has a lot of it. 

He pulls down his pants and fishes in his boxers when his eyes connect with yours. He cocks his head to the side, taking his hand out of his underwear. “A little privacy,” he smirks, grabbing your legs. He rapidly spins you around so you’re laying on your stomach, the wind gets knocked out of you from astonishment. You wonder how he had the strength to do that.

You feel his weight leave the bed. His warm hands guide your hips towards the ceiling. You prop yourself on your elbows the best that you can with bound wrists. He pushes your legs apart, your knees shaking from nervousness. You feel his hands grab a handful of your ass and you push it out more for him. He lets go and gives a hard slap on your ass, forsaking a delicious sting. You gasp at the sudden pain. “That’s for disobeying me,” he scolds.

You catch your breath, stunned by his hostility. “I should disobey you more often,” you quip.

He slaps your other cheek in response and you gasp again. You feel a depression in the bed behind you and your breath hitches in your throat. His hand resting on your lower back, you feel him drag his rounded tip along your wet folds. “I think you forgot who you belong to,” he sneers. You feel him add pressure on your hole, he spits on his cock, “I think you forgot who your ass belongs to.”

He rams his tip into your asshole and you take in a sharp breath, your hands instinctively reaching to grab him, but unsuccessful from their inability to move. Your upper body falls limp onto his bed. Both of his hands grab your sides as he slowly glides his hard cock into your ass, spitting again for extra lubrication. All of your words get caught in your breath; it feels like he’s intruding, but you don’t want him to stop.

He’s in deep when he abruptly stops. “Relax for me,” he instructs. You let out a wavered deep breath, his warm hands soothing you, running up your back. In your next breath, you let everything out, all of your jitters and tension, stress and timidity, it all withers away. He moves into you deeper and you finally feel the pleasure. A moan slips from your lips and he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He pumps in and out of you, gradually speeding up the more comfortable you get. “Mr. Lan…” his name dies on your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Fuck me,” you whine.

He yanks your hair back and slams into your ass, you pant as he tugs harder. You let out a few pornographic noises and an animalistic groan escapes his lips. “Do you think he’d fuck you like I do?” he snaps, pulling harder, “Do you think he’d take you in the ass? You belong to me.” You let out a laugh, unapologetically entertained by his jealousy. At least it shows he gives a fuck about you.

When he hears your laugh, he sadistically drives himself into you harder, your laugh cut off by a cry. The acute pain is immediately consumed by thrill, your heart pounding with excitement. “Oh yeah, daddy,” you sigh. His pounding gets more intense, he lives for your praise. “Fuck me harder, I’m all yours.”

He relentlessly pulls your hair back and brutally fucks you. Pumping into your ass, the only sound in the room is your skin slapping against his and muffled moans. Both of his rough hands wrap around your neck and your moans get caught in your throat. He tightens his grip, your heart drops. Even though you trust him, Langdon has always been unpredictable. It crosses your mind that he may kill you, but in some sickening way that turns you on. The harder he squeezes, the wetter you feel yourself getting. Your cunt dripping onto his bed, you want to leave a big mess for him.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks. Your words get caught in your throat and you stifle a moan. He does one hard thrust into you, squeezing your neck even more, cutting off your breath. “I asked, who do you belong to?” anger rising in his voice.

“You,” your voice is strained. “I belong to you.”

He eases on his grip and you take in a deep breath, drinking in the air you were deprived. “That’s right,” he breathes, “you’re all mine.” He doesn’t give you a minute to catch your breath before ramming your tight hole even more. You’re greedy for more, pushing your ass against him and shoving him inside you deeper. You feel his leg lift onto the bed, brushing against the back of your thigh. He holds your hair in one hand and your side in the other.

Langdon starts fucking you harder than before. Every time you think he’s being ruthless, not holding back, he upstages himself, vehemently pounding his stiff cock into you. You aren’t intelligible anymore, unable to construct a sentence, unable to say a goddamn word. Orgasm overtakes you. Langdon raises your leg and you fall onto your side, finally able to look at him. His hooded eyes stare down at you as if reasserting his overt dominance.

His stone face breaks, his nostrils flare and he releases a low grumble from his chest. Both of you groaning at the same time with each thrust. He becomes as incoherent as you are. You feel yourself coming on him, only able to yell out your moans to absolve your pleasure. Your soaking pussy gets wetter with each plunge into you.

You fight to scream, but it gets caught in your throat. A final moan pours out of you, your juices spilling all over him as you come on his leg. Langdon continues fucking you until his thrusts get sloppier, his usual reluctance to show emotion is being corrupted by his unyielding moans. His restless technique getting clumsy as you feel him fill up your hole with his seed. His body contorting before sluggishly dropping onto you, exhaling his orgasm with a light grunt. Both of you dripping sweat and fervently catching your breaths, coming down from the ecstasy. His hands scramble to unbind your wrists and you throw his belt to the side, rubbing the sweat from your wrists.

He pulls himself out of you and rolls onto his back, laying on the bed next to you. You feel his cum pouring out of your ass, swiping a bit of it from your hole and licking the salty liquid off your finger. Langdon breathes out a laugh and rolls onto his side to planting a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, his hand stays cupping your cheek, your hand on his. “Did I hurt you?” he questions.

A smile spreads on your face, this is the caring Langdon you’re used to during sex. “No,” you answer, drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Good,” he sighs. He lays on his back again and lets out a deep sigh. You throw your arm around his body and he pulls you close to him. Your head fits under his arm and he brushes his fingertips against your back, making little figure-eights on your shoulder blade.  

His heaving chest grows steadier with each breath, as does yours. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you against him tighter as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You hear him take in a breath like he’s about to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. You stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stillness and absorbing everything that just happened.

“Will you ever leave me?” he breaks the lull.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What do you mean? Why are you asking that?” your voice is hoarse.

“Because you’re all I have,” he sighs.

You fight back the itch to look up at him, instead rubbing circles on his chest with your hand. “I won’t leave you,” you promise. You don’t want to leave him, even if he’s constantly hot and cold, there’s something charming about his temperament.

You feel him exhale and allow yourself to look up at him. You rest your chin on his chest and he looks down at you with a smile, moving some of the hair glued to your forehead behind your ear. His eyes find the ceiling and his face turns neutral as he persists to graze his fingers down your back. You lay your head on his chest again, hearing his temperate heartbeat. In moments like these, it’s hard for you to recall that Langdon is the spawn of Satan. He seems so warm and fragile.

“Y/N, you’re all mine,” he croaks.

You can’t suppress the smile that creeps across your face. “Okay.”

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[xuijia]

Total Stranger// Part 5

Mark x Reader

Low: Language warning

Word Count: 1.5K

Description: The morning after, things are changing and soon you both will find out who hold the real power and who might actually be the total stranger. 

When you woke the next morning you felt completely refreshed but a bit sore. Memories rushed back to your mind the events from last night causing your heart beat to quicken. Finally mark stopped his ravenous torture and sent your body involuntarily to heaven. As you fully began to regain consciousness you noticed your temporary room was empty. Mark was nowhere to be found. Suddenly the room felt drafty to you its emptiness feeling a bit uncomfortable to you. Still naked you reached for your phone noticing you had missed another call from your father. What shocked you was the time twenty minutes past eleven. You had never slept so late before. Reaching out to remove your cover you trudged to the bathroom feeling a slight twinge in your lower stomach an additional reminder of how your body was adjusting to this new found change.

Showering to remove the leftover sweat residue from the night your mind wandered back to childhood memories that you found most fond. Looking down you reached for you necklace that adorned that very special “M”. You took it in your hands placing a soft kiss on the letter as slow tears escaped your eyes mixing with the stream of water from your shower. “I’m sorry”, you whispered to yourself as well as a slight condolence to the one you betrayed.

You took your time in the shower letting the water run hot until it was replaced with only cold water both feeling great against your skin removing the manageable stiffness that lingered. Drying off you reached for your clothes feeling the need to completely cover yourself as a sadness still overcome you as a reality of what happened set in. You walked into the kitchen to see mark fully dressed in a suit facing his laptop his back towards you.

He didn’t bother to turn around “Well I am glad you decided to join the world today”, he replied in a smug tone.

You said nothing moving past him sniffling as you reached to make you a cup of coffee. His eyes immediately went to you “I didn’t hurt you did I?” slight fear was audible in his voice as he stood up to get a better view of you. Still you said nothing. You felt his arms hesitantly reach out to your sides turning you to face him. 

“Answer me”, he said his voice stern laced with concern at the pain he might have caused you.

You didn't know why but it made you want to cry. A big lump began to swell in your throat, you felt awful but relaxed at the same time and the scariest thing of all is you felt open to him. So incredibly vulnerable. You continued to avoid his gaze. 

Mark reached for you chin pulling your face to meet his eyes “Did I hurt you y/n?” His eyes were as soft as his voice as he cooed you. Another tear slipped from your eye and he immediately pulled you into his arms rubbing your back as he did so.

The words rushed from your mouth muffled sobs into his chest “No no. ii..it was good, It felt good I felt good, I jj..ust don’t feel good now. I feel like I was being selfish, I made someone a promise and I didn’t kee.pp it.”, you sobbed harder as he soothed you.

After moments more you caught you hold and began to dry your tears as you came to. Why were you crying in front of this man you barely knew? One whom honestly did nothing to you beside fill you with immense pleasure? And as much as you hated to admit it to yourself you hoped he would do it again.

His fingertips made a trail from your back to your neck tracing the faint bruises he left on you and stopped to grip the “M” that lay at your chest.

He pulled back so that you could meet his face, “Who is he?”

You knew what he meant but you couldn’t force yourself to answer. It was a touchy subject and one that you couldn’t bear to tell this total stranger about just now. For one thing you knew of mark through him. Mark knew exactly who “M” was but somehow majority of your influence on “M” remained a mystery to Mark.

You pushed his hand away, shaking your head refusing to answer “It doesn’t matter”, you stated matter of factly.

He scoffed at this releasing you all together “Doesn’t matter. Sure thing. We had incredible sex and you wake up crying over him instead of at least ensuring me that I didn’t harm you!” He was a bit annoyed to say the least. Returning to his laptop mumbling how ‘unbelievable’ you were. You returned to your cup and tried to rummage for something to eat but you could feel his cold stare against your back. It was like daggers were being inched into you as he followed your every move. Finally you settled for an untoasted bagel.

“Just remember you still have work to do”, his voice was almost masked with his harsh strokes to his keyboard as he furiously typed whatever it was that he was working on.

Needless to say you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and he had his panties in a wad.

As the afternoon stretched on you stayed content lazy trudging your way through the house finding random things of Mark interesting. You found an empty room to which was locked, and that had peaked your interest. You were sure that when you and Mark were on better terms you would get him to open it to feed your curiosity. You also wandered into a huge walk in closet that was big enough to hold someone’s small apartment. You entered feeling engulfed with what is now the familiar smell of mark. Since last night you felt like you could feel him everywhere. Smell him everywhere, almost as if his very being surrounded you. The room was engulfed with suits and ties and many collared shirts fit for any bachelor. Feeling the fabrics and reveling in the smell of the expensive clothes you stumbled upon a picture of Mark and 3 other guy friends. He was shirtless on a beach his hair dyed a sandy blonde then and they were all laughing. Looking carefree, young teenagers who had not a single care in the world. They looked so youthful and drunk of happiness. You hadn’t realized at first but you knew one of the boys in the photo. It was Matthew, your Matthew, the special “M” you held so dear. Picking up the picture you stared at it for what felt like an eternity. He was so beautiful handsome even then, exactly as your remembered him. His arm was draped across Mark’s shoulders as the other was draped with a boy shorter than them both with dark brown hair.

You froze as you felt a breath on your neck, “How long are you going to stare at that picture?” he asked.

You backed away from him setting the picture back in its place “You looked so young there”, you said picking a spot on the floor and finding it to be a diamond in the rough. Hearing the smile in his voice as he replied “I was, I was about 17 here, I remember this day very well actually”. He too was looking at the picture fondly now.

“Who are they? The boys in the picture?” you questioned hoping he would talk more so you had time to hide your emotions.

“Some old friends of mine”, he began pointing to each individual calling their names as he did so. “Tucker the short one, Nazzy and I are still close, and Tan” he said his name last, you knew Mark was going to know him by some other name that was normal for him to keep secrets.

“Are you still friends with him?”, you nodded your head toward the boy Tan in the picture.

“Umm na he kind of disappeared a while ago, bad deal I guess.” he began walking around the rest of his closest searching for something.

“Bad deal? What happened?” you continued to inquire as he pulled a pant suit out of a soft gray color and a aqua tie to stand contrast against the white shirt he paired with it. “Dunno I was young I don’t know all of the details but my father does, he thought it best not to tell me”.

“Why?” he continued seeing as you seemed a bit too curious about one of his stranger friends.

You strugged ingnoring him turning to walk out of the room and give him privacy. “Don’t go far Y/N!” “We have a meeting with Ms. Kim at 8, and you will be there. Strictly. On my behalf.” he made it clear through his eyes that you were to be on your best behavior. But something else lay there beneath the surface of his look, a warning, or even a hidden punishment of sorts.

“I have what I want you to wear on your bed, be sure to eat enough before you dress. You will need all your energy”.

[ayioumz]

TALKATIVE

2/18/2022 ; but when his eyes lands on your figure, the shine in his eyes could be seen miles away. ╰ ✦ character/s : kamui x shorter ! gn ! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; fluff ! ╰ ✦ tw ; kisses <3 ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

mission after mission, kamui continued to become the sunshine of your team - you couldn't help but smile at him every time he starts talking and he couldn't help but continue to talk whenever you do, even if kamui was always talkative - he was more talkative now and that annoyed Lee to the metal but seeing you enjoying yourself with kamui's blabbers, he could not do anything.

it was like having a puppy around, kamui would look serious when you saw him afar but when his eyes lands on your figure, the shine in his eyes could be seen miles away and you would be lying if you didn't imagine a wagging tail behind him as he sprint towards you.

it was one of those days where you and your team had been given rest and kamui came looking for you, telling you about his morning and how strike hawk was also given a chance to rest after the continuous missions. he then talked about this new video game he saw, wanting to try it with you, you asked what game it was and he started avoiding your eyes.

"it's .. hm .. how do i say it? its a romance game .." you stared at kamui in disbelief, romance game with you? is he that comfortable with you or something else? kamui had bit lit lip and looked at you confidently, "i want to play romance games with you." he said and you continued to stare at him and due to your gaze was when he started blabbering and making up excuses with his face slowly beaming with a reddish hue, your eyes softened at him and kamui froze on his stop when he felt you held on his shoulders and lift yourself up slightly and he quickly closed his eyes and when he felt your lips on his, he was almost certain there was something wrong with his heat circulating system. when you pulled away, his eyes were still closed and you admired his features while waiting for him to open his eyes again. you smiled as you continued to admire him and somehow it felt illegal to do this in the middle of the corridor but the two of you were there with a lingering kiss. kamui slowly opened his eyelids and was now the one staring at you as if captivated by you but he was always been, then and now. the very short linger of your lips made a mark on his own and without yours lips on his felt like there was something missing. "I'll play the romance game with you. i'm free now, how about you?" you broke the silence and kamui tried to talk but to him, it was gibberish. what was he saying? before he could continue to go on and talk about nonsense nonstop, he press a hand on his mouth and slowly said, "I'm free now too, i'll wait for you at my room?" you smiled brightly, "sure! see you," and you started going to where your room was, kamui stayed there on his spot - the heat was not leaving his metal body.

he was talkative, he knows but he was down if you wanted to put your lips on him and shut him up

[ayioumz]

VALENTINES DAY ,, CAMU

2/14/2022: but all of the gifts that he had thought of - he wanted to give it all to you. ╰ ✦ character/s ; camu x gn! reader ╰ ✦ genre ; fluff & slight nsfw 'cause of camu's thoughts ... ╰ ✦ tw ; maybe a teeny bit of spoiler at affection 3 camu story ╰ ✦ check my other works here ; MASTERLIST

"why would i celebrate something so boring?" would be his reply when you ask him what his surprise for you would be, and still, he would ask for kamui's help in what to do for you - slowly stressing out because of kamui's reply, "oh! why not watch the sunset together? romantic right?" and that did not satisfy him the slightest.

camu had thought, 'romantic? isn't it much more romantic if [y/n] and i do the do?' but that, unfortunately did not satisfy him fully. he roamed around babylonia and crossed his arms over his chest.

he really isn't a romantic person but he's positive that there is the slightest romance in his soul and he is going to use it on you. so he thoughts, what would you like? you were a simple person and did not ask much - camu cursed under his breath and groaned with frustration before sitting down on a bench, placing his elbows on his knees and his hands ruffled his gray hair. how frustrating it was to think of something to please you, flowers? rings? actually, it was not that he couldn't think of anything but all of the gifts that he had thought of - he wanted to give it all to you.

if only he could give you his blank heart for you to write whatever you wish on it.

there were soft taps on his shoulder and camu looked up to see a bright smile and their angelic voice, "looking so frustrated doesn't look good on you, you know." they said and camu rolled his eyes before pressing his back on the bench when you had sat beside him. "so tell me what has gotten you so frustrated." you said with a smile, turning your body towards him to let him know you're ready to listen. "..didn't i tell you not to look for me?" he said and he saw how you rolled your eyes, "you're changing the subject and of course i'm still going to look for you." he bit his lip and glanced away, tapping his feet on the ground repeatedly, "i was trying to think of a present for you," he muttered but you didn't quite hear it. "what? what were you thinking again?" you asked and he turned his head towards you with a frown. "i was thinking of a valentine gift for you, dammit." he growled and his face slightly flushed, you stared at him before covering your mouth with your hand, "you were really thinking about that?" there was a big smile behind your hand. "ugh! i just said it, do you have a problem with that?" he stood up and walked away from you, trying to cool off - there was just this hand stopping him from leaving, "don't leave! okay okay, i just found it .. cute, i'm sorry!" you quickly said and added, "but the question was only to tease you! you really don't have to give me anything .. spending time with you is enough." you said and gave a soft smile when camu had finally turned around to look at you.

camu thought maybe it was really enough, there was nothing that would be as special as spending time with you - but he would definitely think about kamui's suggestion and try it with you.