#semi-perfect cell x reader

[sixx-writes]

                             Mother III

Final Form/Perfect Cell x Reader

Word Count: 4,277

cw: slight noncon, rough sex, blood, creampie, cum eating, face fucking

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: AU where reader finds Cell’s egg in the woods and he’s just an alien instead of an android. (AKA my idea for Cell if he used a particular human as a surrogate ‘mother’ instead of eating people to reach his other forms). Meant to be scary/creepy so heed the tags for stuff you’re not comfy with but it is Cell after all so I hope I do it justice :D (chapters are in the same order as Cell’s forms.)

Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

  Four Months Later

You had remained on the edge for the last week of the month following Cell's visit  expecting him to reappear like clockwork and have his way with you again. It was something that left you in a state of horrible anticipation and dread. You'd only realized how much you'd wanted to see him again when he didn't show up. Not even when the next month was halfway over or the month after that did he make his appearance. The whole experience had faded into a repressed area of your brain while life went on and the rest of humanity had no idea that some alien fucking monster had used you as a vending machine.

You had considered telling someone a few times about the encounters with Cell but you had no real evidence that any of it had ever occurred. You would just end up being sent away to a shrink for evaluation which was the last thing you needed. You had certainly learned your lesson on defying Cell's orders to stay put and wait for him so that's just what you did.

Your daily life had turned into a slow pull of the band aid when all you wanted was to tear it off and get it over with.

You twirled a strand of your hair not understanding the letters on the screen of your pc. A single paragraph was all you had written and the deadline was tomorrow morning.

Thank God it was Friday.

"Fucking hell," you muttered trying to rub the tiredness out of your eyes.

To hell with this, you thought, I'm going on a picnic this weekend.

With that in mind you let out a heavy sigh and resumed typing.

Almost half a year later and you were back where it all started. Your most peaceful spot next to the lake with your snacks unpacked on the blanket next to you. You stared out across the water letting your eyes unfocus and mind go blank feeling yourself relax almost completely for the first time in recent memory. Just for these next two days your weekend would be only for you.

Or so you thought.

You couldn't stop your eyes from wandering to the spot where Cell's egg had appeared and you were beginning to get the unnerving feeling that you were being watched just like back then. You could feel something that you couldn't put into words exactly. Like a pressure at the edges of your mind or a flicker of movement that was just outside your peripheral vision. It was energy radiating like a small sun that signified there was another in the woods with you.

You had the same feeling occasionally from your coworkers and people you passed on the sidewalk or at the grocery. It was as if you could feel people's auras even before you knew they were near although you had no idea if that was the right term for whatever it was. It was a lingering side effect of Cell's venom that, as far as you knew, was permanent this time.

You let out a shuddering breath you didn't know you'd been holding allowing your eyes to drift shut.

"How nice if you to come to me this time."

It isn't surprising to you, you're long past that, when you open your eyes to find Cell standing a few yards away. He was something far beyond what you could have ever imagined compared to that first night when he'd been born in your kitchen. Sculpted as if he were an ethereal forest spirit, maybe he was you had no idea, his features were entirely human now. It was a disturbing contrast to the rest of him which remained similar to that of an insect right down to his wings reappearing.

"What do you want?" you asked softly.

"A little late to be asking that isn't it?"

"Sorry I was a little busy the last few times I saw you."

He snorted, "And if I said I intended to reduce your little world to atoms just because I can? That you had eagerly helped me to attain the power to achieve such a thing, what then? Hm? Could you handle the responsibility of damning your entire race to oblivion in your final moments?"

You narrowed your eyes, "I don't believe you."

"Is that so?" Cell took a step closer, "Then what do you think I want?"

"I-I don't know. I don't even know what you are."

"I'm an amalgamation of different races passed on through previous generations determined by what type of surrogate they chose to complete their metamorphosis. In short, I'm an alien," he drawled out the last part at your blank expression.

"How did you get here? On earth I mean? You have to start from somewhere, right? You were an egg when I found you."

"Are you asking me how babies are made?" Cell's smile was pure evil as he intentionally ignored the rest of your question.

The questions kept pouring out of you like a flood afraid that at any moment Cell's accommodating mood would shift. Yet, he answered them all without anything worse than the occasional sarcastic remark. Cell didn't know how he'd ended up on earth but he believed that he'd been in stasis for a long time before you had discovered him. Possibly decades if not centuries buried in the soil only surfacing once his genetic match was born and matured enough for him to 'harvest' as he put it.

Cell explained that nearly every living thing gave off something called 'Ki' and that he had sensed yours one day around the time he had gained awareness. You hadn't believed him when he'd told you that he had only ended up in the forest entirely by chance where you liked to have your picnics but since he was being so open about everything else there was no reason for him to lie. It was a strange mixture of fate and his own biology that had brought you together on that day and it left your mind reeling.

It seemed that he also gained the knowledge of his surrogate race and that was why he had such a comprehensive understanding of your language and culture. That extended to your memories because Cell wasted no expense in teasing you about how many times you'd thought about him fucking you in the absence between his first and second forms during that part of his explanation.

"So this is your final form? You don't need to.. do that anymore," your face must have been dark red.

"Why? Could it be that you're disappointed?"

By then the sun was setting, it's oranges and pinks reflecting within Cell's eyes making him appear even more demonic, a single sharp canine poking out from his curled lip.

You hesitated a little too long without answering and the alien cackled at your expense, "You are. Fret not, little human. I still have a purpose for you. I did mean what I said before. About fucking you that is. I want to test out this form to it's full extent. I'm having many interesting new urges that I don't fully understand."

"You are?"

You gulped.

"I dreamed of you often while I was beneath the earth," Cell was close enough that you were looking up to meet his eyes while he spoke, "Before you were merely a means to an end but now I find you to be quite distracting as you take up a great deal of my thoughts. Even now just the scent of your skin is making me restless."

Cell lowered himself to one knee on the blanket resting his arm across it in a way that reminded you of a prince kneeling before his princess right before he confesses his love to her. This was certainly a fucked up fairy tale you'd landed yourself in.

 He's so handsome it isn't fair.

You wanted to touch him, rest your fingers along his jaw, and run your thumb over his plush lower lip. Instead you bit the inside if your cheek trying to hold onto your reason left paralyzed by your indecision to fight back or give in. You didn't protest when he reached for a strand of your hair that had fallen loose from it's ponytail taking it between his fingers. Vulnerable wasn't the right word for the way Cell was behaving. Nothing about him was vulnerable from his tall muscular form to his cold eyes that would always make you feel like prey. It was the way that he was too human in his mannerisms, it felt wrong somehow, like a doppelganger mimicking unfamiliar behavior.

Cell was never gentle with you before, he didn't give a shit about your limitations, and had just openly admitted you were a means to an end, so it should have been easy to hate him. It was also easy for you to close the distance and press your lips to his just to remind yourself of what he was. The last kiss you'd shared was a vulgar imitation of his tongue violating you with no interest in your enjoyment; a mockery of your own weakness towards him.

So why then, when you timidly pressed the tip of your tongue against the unyielding seam of Cell's lips, did he allow you access as naturally as any lover you'd had before. He didn't grab you and force himself on you this time, instead, slowly deepened the kiss to the point that if you'd been standing, your knees would be weak. When you pulled away breathlessly he didn't try to stop you remaining motionless as a statue.

"Why?" you whispered.

 Why won't you fuck me, use me, and leave me alone already?

"Do you still not understand?" Cell asked, "You're a match for me just as much as I am to you. That is the nature of the bond we share, girl. Whatever I am now is what you desire in a mate. My Perfect form is decided by your predispositions just as much as my lineage to ensure that my species will continue."

Your eyes widened as his words sank in.

"You want this too. There's no point in playing coy. It's obvious from your accelerated heart rate and how much you're leaking between your legs. You find me attractive, yes, but it excites you that we're alone and I could do anything I wanted to you. Whether you want me to or not."

It was appalling just how right he was.

The bond you shared with Cell was a violation that you'd never asked for, the deepest parts of yourself had been exposed, entirely without your knowledge or consent. It was worse than rape. It was unfathomable to imagine and it made you dizzy at the implications that he was practically grown for you. Because of you. This thing knew more about you than any human ever possibly could.

"Is that it then," you said, your lower lip trembling dangerously, bordering on hysterics, "I'm just some fucking alien incubator from now on? I quit my job and stay at home laying eggs for the rest of my life?"

"No. You would have a normal pregnancy for the first stage and then the child would develop a chrysalis after some time had passed. It would go through the same process as I did and not become aware unless it's genetic match were alive at the end of it's development."

That was a relief to hear when all your mind's eye could conjure up involved wriggling larvae covered in slime and it made you feel ill. Not that the idea of inflicting what you'd gone through on someone else was anymore appealing. You were responsible for furthering a race of parasites.

"What do I tell the people I work with.. oh fuck, my mom."

You could imagine the horrified expression she would give you if you turned up with a fat belly and no father in sight.

"I should also mention that the child will be quite small and would be barely noticeable if that's your concern. There could be a slight weight gain but nothing to draw attention. This wouldn't be ideal for me either. If too many people started asking questions I would be forced to act."

"Forced to..? What are you saying?"

"I would kill them, naturally."

You gasped in shock, "What the fuck."

Cell gave you the most simultaneously handsome yet evil smile, "That's enough talking. I've waited long enough to have you, y/n."

The sudden use of your actual name for the first time caught you off guard enough that cell easily had you pinned beneath him on the blanket with a single fluid movement. He was still smiling when you met his eyes nervously, "I thought you were letting me decide."

"I changed my mind."

Your complaint turned into a whine from Cell's suggestive grind against your clothed groin, the protective chitin there borderline painful, but you couldn't control your breathing after a few more movements like that against your increasingly soaked core.

"Fuck, Cell.."

"Hmm?"

You hated how composed he was. Outwardly unaffected while you were left squirming and on the verge of a heart attack.

 Does he ever fucking blink?

You don't see, but rather feel it happen, when Cell opens up between your legs and something big and heavy slaps against you. The most impressively terrifying organ had revealed itself from within Cell's body and you can't stop yourself from staring. With it's many ridges and bumps it was enough to make even the most seasoned Bad Dragon employee blush.

Cell let out a low rumbling chuckle at your approval, "See? You want this too," he gripped your pants and underwear in one hand dragging them down slowly, while keeping both of your wrists pinned above your head, "Even knowing what it means for you, you're already this wet for me, wanting me to fill you with my offspring."

"No," you said, the end of the word trailing into a moan when Cell's fingers circled your clit slipping lower and collecting your wetness before bringing them up close to your face.

"What's this?" he accused, as if you were a disobedient dog that had pissed on the carpet and he'd caught you in the act. Your eyes had barely focused on the transparent strands before he shoved those fingers into your mouth. You tasted clean and salty as he rolled the digits across your tongue in an unspoken demand for you to suck. So you did, not having much choice, not stopping until there was nothing left and his fingers were thoroughly coated in your saliva.

Cell immediately slid them all the way inside your swollen folds, circling and stroking against your most sensitive spot, preparing you for his cock. Satisfied that you wouldn't try to escape he let go of your wrists and dragged up your shirt, your nipples pebbling in the chilly night air, bringing a hungry look to Cell's unrelenting gaze at the sight of your exposed breasts.

You couldn't control how your body clenched around him remembering how you'd felt during his feedings, and his motions inside you grew rougher, forcing your tightening muscles apart. You mewled and bucked your hips against his hand trying to reach your climax faster only for Cell to pull out of you altogether. You practically sobbed from being left empty when you were so close but your disappointment was short lived.

Cell took his cock in hand lining up the sharply flared head with your entrance and your legs spread apart automatically just needing him inside you.

There was no wait or letting you adjust, just every ridge and bump splitting you apart all at once with a single press of his hips, turning everything inside your head white. Your orgasm was immediate from the sheer size of him and the over-abundance of texture stimulating every inch of your walls to the point of pain. Your mouth was open but no sound came out as your body violently fluttered and tensed.

Cell didn't allow you to recover, already starting to move, and it took every ounce of your willpower just to tolerate it.

Your mind was numb to everything but the feeling of Cell's cock brutally fucking into you, thinking back to the times before they were nothing compared to this. If you could think which was proving to be impossible aside from desperate pleas for Cell to fuck you harder, more, yes, yes, yes.

"Tell me you want me to breed you," Cell's grip was on your chin forcing you to meet his intense glare.

"Yes, fuck, I'm going to come again, please. Don't stop."

"Say it," he hissed bringing his thrusts down to short unsatisfying stabs that reminded you beneath the pleasure you were actually really sore already.

"Please, Cell, come inside me. I want you t-to breed me."

You screamed when he grabbed your legs and pulled you all the way down onto his length before filling your cunt to the brim with his release. It left a milky ring tinged with pink around the base of his cock that inspired him to violently use your limp body a second time, spurred on by animalistic instincts, flooding your insides to the point of it leaking down your ass and all over the blanket.

Cell stayed inside you for several seconds trapping his come to ensure the highest chances of putting a baby in you before he pulled out, still hard, and lifted your head up by the hair. The pain was already starting to set in and it made you feel sick to your stomach from the deep rooted throbbing low in your abdomen. Cell's cock bobbed in front of your face and you didn't even think about it, just set to work licking his come, cleaning him thoroughly while barely registering the metallic under-taste.

"Open," he ordered you, aroused by the sight of your little pink tongue working so diligently, he wanted to have your mouth next.

You thought your jaw would dislocate when he forced the head past your teeth while you struggled to sheathe them behind your lips. You hated to think what might happen if you accidentally bit him but he didn't seem to care. Not when your teeth scraped him or when your throat constricted trying to force him out. He just rocked his hips continuing to open you up to him until drool was hanging in thick strands from your chin and splattering your breasts.

Each time you gagged you felt more of Cell's come being forced out from below and it made you feel dirtier. You were handling him as best you could until he pushed in harder than before blocking off your throat and your air. You began to panic finding no mercy in Cell's face when you begged him with your tear soaked eyes to let you breathe. It was then that he came again inside your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow it all or suffocate, feeling some of it come out of your nose.

It was idiotic to think that he would be gentle with you this time as you shoved back off of his hips coughing and choking on the remnants of his come.

You shot Cell an annoyed glare made ineffective by the come dribbling out of your nose and you angrily wiped it away.

"What's with that look?" he drawled, amused, "This is what you want. Anything I do to you is entirely your fault. You're quite perverse for someone so outwardly average I have to say."

 Asshole.

 Why did he always have to be right?

                                                             ⛧

It's been almost one year since that day in the woods and true to his word, despite being very near to giving birth, there are barely any signs that you're pregnant. You told yourself that you wouldn't become attached, this wasn't a situation of your choosing after all, you were just giving Cell what he wanted so he wouldn't eat your head or something.

You hadn't already thought of a name if it was a girl (or boy). You hadn't developed the recent habit of talking to your stomach in a ridiculous voice throughout the day when you were alone about whatever you were doing at the time. And most importantly you didn't find yourself drifting through the maternity section when you went to the market looking at baby clothes and furniture with a sickening longing.

"Do you think we should have potatoes or beets with dinner, tonight? I think both would be good, don't you?" you started to dig for the peeler in the drawer, "Dam-, I mean, dang it. Where is this thing. I swear I see it everywhere when I don't actually need it.."

"What are you doing?"

You screeched grabbing a wooden spoon and turning with it raised in front of you only to find Cell in the middle of your kitchen, arms crossed, giving you The Look. The one he always gave when he wasn't impressed with something you'd done which was pretty much most of the time. Since getting pregnant Cell had developed the annoying habit of appearing inside your house randomly.

"Jesus Chr-," you coughed, "I told you to stop doing that."

"You did," he said, not moving or caring.

It was strange to think that you were practically used to having Cell around by now, not at all unnerved with him being this close to you, as you put the spoon away and returned to preparing dinner.

"How are you feeling?" he asked eventually, "Any pain?"

"No. I'm fine just like yesterday and the day before. You know I can tell that you're close by right? I can sense your Ki or whatever you call it. If something goes wrong you'll know."

Cell hummed noncommittally, studying you without your knowing, gauging how close you were to giving birth. Judging from the activity of the baby he would assume another day at most.

"You know if you're just going to stand there the least you could do is help out," you turned finding that Cell had already disappeared leaving you to scowl at the empty space on the tile, "Of course, now, you leave."

 What does he even do when he isn't here anyway.

You felt a light flutter in your lower abdomen as the baby moved inside you as if it were agreeing and you smiled fondly resting a hand over it.

After dinner you followed the usual routine, shower, brush your teeth, and then stay up for at least an hour later than you should reading a story off of your phone out loud. You could tell that it liked when you did this, it always moved alot during the interesting parts, showing that it was listening. You wondered if Cell's mother was like this and why he'd ended up in the forest on earth as you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke before the sun was up upon hearing a strange noise, flipping on the bedroom lamp expecting Cell, instead discovering a tiny creature curled into the blankets next to you.

You stared.

And stared.

 Oh my God.

When it's eyelids fluttered and it looked at you for the first time with familiar pale pink eyes you knew.

"Hi," you whispered lightly touching one of it's chubby hands barely bigger than one of your fingers. It was a girl with much softer features than Cell, although she had the same chitinous body, she was mostly humanoid with a skin tone that matched your own. At the sound of your voice she gave you the most adorable smile, grasping at your fingertip, and your heart melted. Your daughter was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen and just for those precious moments you forgot about aliens and all the weird shit you'd gone through in the past year and a half.

You only had three days as it turned out until the baby's transformation began and on the morning when you went to check on her finding that familiar purple chrysalis in her place you locked yourself in the bathroom and cried for an hour.

Through all of this Cell didn't appear until you returned to the tree in the woods with a shovel in hand starting to dig in the same spot where you'd found his own chrysalis. You tried not to cry in front of him and failed miserably while you flung dirt a little harder than necessary in his direction. He said nothing to mock you as you buried your child in the earth, cheeks wet, and heart aching as if some deep rooted part of yourself had been torn out instead.

"Three years," Cell said, as you passed him heading back to your car, wordlessly.

"What?"

"It takes three years for the first stage of development to complete. If the surrogate is here and viable you may see her again in three years."

"Really?" you sounded pitiful, broken.

Cell was gone when you turned leaving nothing but the freshly disturbed soil and the sounds of the ducks on the water behind. Truthfully, you didn't want to see his face right now, he was the one who had inflicted this pain on you. You needed something to blame for what you were feeling and he understood this too. Of course he did.

 Always fucking right.

If it was three years you could wait.

You softly whispered her name and said your goodbye before getting back into your car and leaving the forest.

                                                                                                         ~Fin~

[salem-witch-slut]

He Doesn't Know (18+)

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You said you loved him all the time... But you couldn't care less about him. He wasn't her. No man could compare to Abby Anderson.

WARNINGS: Modern AU!, Semi-public sex (car sex), strap-on use (r!receiving), pussy eating, hair-pulling, choking, cheating, improper use of church parking lot, age gap (14 years), dom!Abby, sub!reader, no use of y/n, slight knife/blood kink, very aggressive sex (im warning you, it's intense)

WORD COUNT: 4K

A/N: You guys heard "Scotty Doesn't Know"? Yeah, well I heard the song and ran with it. Fight me. Also, I have very deep and disrespectful vendettas against men named Dylan. 95% of them suck.

Sunday morning was bathed in the golden light of the sun rising, basking the old church building in the most prolific illumination with the golden accent to the stain glass windows. Rainbows were cast across the carpet and over the walls, beating down on the patrons inside of the church pews. It was the epitome of holiness… and yet, you were nowhere to be found.

Not that they would look for you. You usually only showed up for the morning Sunday classes and then you would leave before service started… well, leave was a strong word. You were still around, but no one could ever find you, so they assumed you were gone. If only someone was hanging around the back parking lot where nobody ever looks, they would see a beat-up old van covered in decal stickers, and the entire vehicle was shaking against the concrete.

Your fingers moved quickly over the screen on your cell phone as you replied to your boyfriend on the other end of the text, biting down on the pillow underneath your chest and trying to contain your cries of pleasure.

“Yeah, tell him how much you love him,” The cruel, sexy voice behind you growled down in your ear. Your heart pounded in your chest as you sobbed into the pillow, strong veiny hands gripping at your ass and leaving clear bruise marks behind on your skin. “Can’t let him know… you’re creaming on my fucking dick, princess…”

“Ahhhh… Abby…” You whined, your back arching a bit more in order to look at the person who belonged to the voice. Hands released your ass before they dropped down on the floor of the van underneath you. Massive, muscular arms caged you down as you felt the tickle of her long blonde braid caress your cheek, her boots digging into the floorboards as she hammers that thick fake cock into your cunt.

It was the same every single Sunday… Abby would show up, you two would sit in class together, and then as soon as it was over, she was dragging you into her van and pushing your skirt up before fucking you senseless. Your boyfriend never came to church with you, so your absence was always excusable. He never even bothered to look to see if you were telling the truth. He trusted you, and that was his mistake.

Dylan was pathetic. He didn’t know how to make you feel wanted like Abby did. He didn’t know what you liked, nor did he take an active interest in the things you loved to do. Abby, on the other hand… Abby was your literal dream. Blonde, tall, built like a work horse, sweet and caring, rough… She was perfect. There was only one problem… Both of your parents were extremely homophobic. Not to mention you were 14 years younger than her.

At 20 years old, Abby was 34 and that was enough for your parents to freak out. You were in your second year of college, and you had been convinced you were straight… right until Abby walked into your life. At first, it was harmless flirting. And then, it quickly went to not flirting. Abby had been the one to make a move first. She pressed you against the bathroom door when she caught you going back to service.

And since that day, your life has never been the same. Your parents loved Dylan, and thought he was a proper gentleman. He went to church with his own family across town, and you went with your parents every single Sunday. Of course, you made up the lie that you would need to work after morning classes on Sunday, which they didn’t like at first but let slide.

It was the perfect guise to get you away from everyone and everything, and to sneak inside of Abby’s van… It was where the sin first began, and now it was where it would never stop.

You never got tired of this. You would always and forever love the feeling of Abby’s strap stretching your velvety walls as she bottomed out inside of you, holding you down like some filthy sex toy that she abused to her heart’s desire. You loved hearing her groan and growl out your name, calling you her little whore, saying how well you are taking her cock like she was made for you… watching you text your boyfriend and mocking you whenever you said you loved him.

“You love him, huh?” Abby breathed down against the back of your neck, moving your hair away from your shoulder and kissing along your skin. “Then why… is he not inside of your fucking pussy, right now?”

You didn’t love him, at all. He became annoying and desperate after 2 weeks and you wanted nothing more than to cut Dylan loose. But your parents adored him, and you kept up the charade just to pretend like you still had a straight bone in your body. When it all came down to it, whenever Abby texted you… you were at her every beckon call. You were hers, through and through. Dylan doesn’t ever come close to Abigail Anderson.

Your soft little cries filled the back of the van as Abby grabbed your wrists, the veins popping in her hands as she held your arms back and began to fuck with more vigor than before, probably fucking the van’s suspension and creating the most vulgar sounds imaginable. How you two were never, ever caught, you would never know.

“Fuck, take it baby,” Abby snarled, watching your ass bounce and jiggle with each snap of her hips against your own. Your moans carried in the small space, feeling like a fucking sauna with how hard you were breathing. Sweat dripped from her brow as she yanked on your arms, making your back arch even more, forcing you to look up at her from behind. “Nnngg, you look so fucking perfect… so fucking pretty, baby…”

“Abby,” You cried out, panting and drooling with each passing second. “Fuckfuckfuuuuck, d-don’t stop… don’t fucking stop—”

“You gonna cum for me, princess?” Abby smirked, reaching down and wrapping both of her massive hands around your neck and pulling you up until your back was pressed against her chest, the fabric of her jeans digging into your thighs and without a doubt going to leave a burn in its wake. “Go on, princess… be a good girl, yeah? Be my good little slut and cream all over my cock.”

You were so fucking close that it hurt! Right on the edge of your climax, so desperate to feel that sweet release and give Abby exactly what she wanted. Very slowly, Abby wrapped her huge forearm around your neck and with one hand, she slid it across the front of your dress, pausing to grip your breast before sliding her hand down the rest of the way and gently rubbing at your throbbing clit. You made a noise that was a cross between a cry and whimper and Abby groaned, deep in her throat.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty noise princess… like it when I rub your clit like that? Huh? Come on, come on! Fucking cum for me!” Her words sent shockwaves all over your body as you began to twitch and jerk in her hold. Abby kept her pace and basked in the sounds you made, watching as your legs wobbled and threatened to give out, forcing her to hold on even tighter and fuck you through your earth-shattering orgasm. “Good girl, good fucking girl, that’s it baby… just like that, yeah just like that…”

You were completely beyond forming coherent sentences, or even making comprehensible sounds as you collapsed against her body, drool dripping down your chin from your lips as a fresh set of tears tracked your face. Abby chuckled sweetly and slowly laid you down on the mass of blankets and pillows she started keeping in the back of her van just for you after events like this take place.

Abby took her time as she pulled her hips back, watching the thick silicone cock slide out of your stretched cunt, chuckling at the white ring around the base from your juices. You wanted to cry, feeling so empty now without her strap taking up your entire being. Abby let the toy flop down against your ass, and then gave your cheeks a rough smack, making your entire body jerk forward at the contact.

“Little slut,” Abby barked, pulling the harness off her hips and reaching down to grab at your hair. You don’t know why you thought she was done… Abby was never done. Of course, you didn’t want to be done. That would mean you two leave your little bubble that you created with her… In here, you were able to pretend that Abby was it. Abby was your everything and you could give up on this stupid ass mistake.

Before you could ask Abby what was next, she was forcing you on your back and unzipping her jeans. You watched her shimmy out of the fabric and made quick work of her boxers before she crouched over your face. If this wasn’t the sight of heaven, church hadn’t done shit for you. You started salivating almost instantly, grabbing at her hips and attempting to pull her down so you could enjoy the feast, but Abby was far too strong for you to control. She chuckled and ran a hand through your hair.

“Easy, princess… I know, you wanna taste this pussy so fucking bad, don’t you?” Abby grabbed your chin with one hand, sliding her thumb across your bottom lip and you sucked the digit into her mouth. Your tongue stroked over her flesh, and you slurped on her thumb, closing your eyes for a brief second and watching her grin before she pulled her hand away from your face, delivering a hard slap across your cheek. “Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ love that, don’t you?”

Why you enjoyed it when she hit you, you would never truly understand. The stinging sensation left behind after she delivered a soft blow to your face, or your ass, even your cunt, you would be almost purring with desire and arousal. You loved how strong she was and loved it when she showed it without even trying. Abby always held back, never wanting to actually hurt you, but wanting to make you whine.

Without another hit, Abby lowered herself down and grabbed you by your hair once again, clutching your locks and making you gasp. “Open. Tongue out… all the way, princess…”

You opened your mouth up immediately at her command and stuck out your tongue as far as it could humanly go, drooling on your face and watching as she lowered herself down onto your mouth. You were quick to nuzzle your face into her cunt and you began to lick at her almost immediately, holding her by the hips and making the obscenest slurping sounds ever. Abby groaned, her head going back and her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Nnnnn… that’s my good little whore… fuck, no one eats my pussy like you do, sweet thing…” Your heart soared at her praise, paying attention to her clit and using the flat top of your tongue to lap at her like a dog drinking up water. The very thought of someone else having their mouth on her cunt had you moving with desperation. Abby was well aware of your stupid boyfriend, but you didn’t know how many girls she had doing this exact same thing… It turned you fucking feral.

A low moan rumbled out of you, sending vibrations through her clit as you wrapped your lips around the swollen nub and began sucking, hard. Abby bucked her hips against your face, her ass flexing in your hands before she shoved her whole fist against the side of the van. The movement of her body had your teeth scraping against her and she groaned with pleasure.

“Fuck, keep that up baby,” Abby praised, looking down and watching your eyes squinted shut and your brows knitted with what she could only assume was concentration. The noises your mouth created as you slurped, sucked, and drooled on her pussy were beyond vulgar, and if anybody from church could see you now, they would perform an exorcism, assuming you had been possessed by some filthy whore.

Your nails bit into Abby’s skin, creating crescent moon shaped indents in her ass as you released her clit with a wet slurp and scooted down a bit further. Abby rolled her hips forward, watching your eyes as they opened up and then rolled back in your head, almost drowning in her slick cunt. You took your time, mapping her out with your mouth before you gripped her strong, muscly thighs and began to push your tongue inside of her hot cavern. The noise Abby made was the start of a whimper, and then immediately faded into a snarl of aggressive pleasure.

“Fuck, princess… fuck, you dirty little slut… God you feel so fucking good on my pussy, sweet girl…” You practically cry with her praise, leaning into her hand as you thrust your tongue in and out of her, licking her spongey inner walls and feeling her practically bounce on your face as she humped your face.

You didn’t give a shit about anything else, and all that was on your mind was feeling Abby cum on your mouth. Your phone was lighting up, and Abby could see the countless texts from Dylan, and she had to resist everything inside of her to not pick up your phone to record you eating her out.

“You love the taste of my cunt, don’t you baby?” Abby moaned out, nails scratching across your scalp and making you whimper on her pussy. She rolled her hips slowly, grinding her clit against your nose and biting down on her bottom lip to try and keep her composure… But fuck, did you make it difficult…

Abby could feel her orgasm creeping up on her as she rode your face, tugging on your hair and shivering with pleasure that simply coursed over her entire body. And even though you were the one drinking her cunt, she was the one that felt like she was drowning. Her eyes rolled back, swear words tumbling from her mouth and filling the van that was one good thrust away from losing a damn wheel.

“Fuck, ngh, fuck… Fuck, go back, baby… Lick my clit just like before—” You immediately did as she told you, and Abby huffed with pleasure. “Just like that… shit, just like that babygirl… just… fucking leave him, baby… leave his stupid ass and be mine.”

You heard what she said, but it didn’t register… You kept licking at her clit and sucked on it every few seconds before flicking it hard with the tip of your tongue, sending her crashing into the most vulgar climax of her entire life. She chanted countless swear words over and over again as she chased her high against your face, coming closer and closer to falling apart on top of you.

Abby tossed her body forward and squeezed your face with her inner thighs, smushing your cheeks together before she bit her lip and tried to hold in her sounds but it became fucking impossible with you. “Fuck! Fuck! Don’t you fucking dare stop! Don’t. Fucking. Stop! C-Cumming… fuuuuck, m’cumming baby!”

Abby sounded so fucking wild whenever she would climax, and it made you horny all over again. Her hips twitched and pushed down into your face and you opened your mouth wide, lapping at her liquids that drooled out of her and onto your tongue. Her taste was fucking addictive, and she had to literally pry your hands off her legs in order to pull her pussy away from your mouth.

Your face was soaked from the bridge of your nose down to your chin, glistening with her arousal. You licked your lips and reached up to grab her by the front of her shirt and yanked her down, pressing your lips against hers. Abby groaned on your mouth and pushed her tongue in, drinking in her taste on your mouth and basking in everything that was you.

Another thing she had that Dylan sure fucking didn’t… her lips were so fucking soft and she tasted so, so good…

Both of you never addressed what she said, and when you stumbled out of her van and through the backdoor of the church to clean yourself up in the bathroom, you could hardly keep your knees from wobbling. Bruises were forming on your ass in the shape of her hands, and you rubbed your fingers across the marks, blushing at just remembering who gave them to you…

Abby found your panties in her front pocket when she got home, and she couldn’t stop from smelling them. Fuck, you smelled so fucking pretty; she’s never wanted someone more in her entire life than she wants you all of the damn time.

Even during the week, she was on your mind. You couldn’t shake her off. Abby was like a leech that you grew attached to and now its simply just apart of you. She fed off you, and you liked it that way. Abby liked playing your secret lover, but she would much rather be your one and only.

Fear of disownment had you paralyzed. You wanted nothing more than to tell your parents that you were happy, but with a woman. Abby was everything you could ever need…

“Fuck… Abby… Abby, ohmygod, Abby…” Your whimper echoed through the empty house, your parents gone for the afternoon. You were quick to invite Abby over, and she had you laying down on your bed in literal seconds, legs spread and tongue lapping at your pussy faster than you expected a human being to be able to lick.

The sounds of her eating your pussy echoed off the walls of your bedroom, your hands fisted in her long blonde hair that fell down her shoulders in soft waves due to always being in a braid. You loved her hair, and Abby loved it when you pulled on it, her eyes rolling back as she slobbered all over your cunt in the most explicit, wet, messy display ever.

Abby ate pussy like a woman starved! All tongue and lips, slurping and drooling, creating the biggest wet spot on your sheets and squeezing your thighs with her huge hands. You loved how messy she got, watching as she pulled back with her tongue hanging down, a thick string of saliva connecting her mouth to your pussy. She smirks, reaching down with one hand to slap your clit before she dives back down and immediately starts licking you without a care in the world.

You chanted her name, each time growing louder and louder. You always got so close so fast when Abby was eating you out… You were so close…

The sound of your phone ringing had you tensing up and Abby simply glanced up from your cunt, not stopping her movements even a little. Your hands shakingly grabbed at the phone, seeing Dylan’s picture appear on the screen. Your heart began to beat faster, gently swatting at Abby’s head.

“F-fuck, fuck, stop, wait,” You begged, watching her roll her eyes before she pulled back, rubbing her face against the inside of your thigh and watching how shaky your hands were when you answered the phone with a forced neutral expression. Of course, your flushed face was a dead giveaway to anyone else.

“H-Hey, baby, what’s up?” You said breathlessly. Abby rolled her eyes, kissing up and down your thighs as your boyfriend spoke on the other end of the phone. A hearty giggle erupted from your throat, and you responded. “N-No, I’m fine! Just uh… went for a run! Yeah, that’s all, don’t worry…”

Your face immediately brightened, and you looked down to see Abby slowly rubbing at your entire pussy with her hand, biting your inner thigh and basking in the expression you had on your face. You fell back on the bed and huffed, trying not to moan into the receiver as you listened to Dylan.

“To…Tonight? I-I-I’m not… not sure about that baby… I have a… fuck, assignment due… t-tomorrow,” You struggled to keep your noises neutral, biting down on your knuckle as Abby began to slowly ease her middle and ring finger inside of you. You bit down so hard that you left a bruise behind on your finger. “N-No! Y-You don’t h…have to come over… m’fine… t-totally fine…”

Abby was having none of your shit, and before you could prepare yourself, she grabbed your hip and slammed herself knuckle deep into your pussy. The sound you made was so loud that she was sure EUROPE heard you! Your eyes crossed in your head, and you yanked on the bed sheets above your head, completely abandoning your phone call for a second. Dylan asked you what happened, and you were quick to cover it up. “I’m okay! I’m o-okay, baby… j..just hit my arm, t-that’s all… fuck me…”

With a smirk, Abby immediately complied, spreading your legs a bit wider before she began to fuck you on her fingers like it was her damn birthright. Her digits were so thick and strong, hitting every single sweet spot inside of you and making you purr like a kitten for her. Pleasure raced down your spine and you whimpered into your hand, masking your noises as Dylan continued to say whatever the fuck he was saying, you weren’t listening.

“Fucking give me that,” Abby snapped, reaching for the phone and hanging up on him. Your eyes widened and you reached for the phone, but Abby tossed it to the far side of the bed before wrapping a hand around your neck and shoving you into the bed. Her pace picked up to brutal levels and you gasped against her movements. “I’m done, princess… Fucking done sharing you with him.”

“A-Abby, you… fuck…” The look in her eyes was wild as she pushed in a third finger and you reached out to grab the muscle on her shoulders, her hair creating a curtain around your face as she destroyed you.

“Say it,” Abby snarled. “Fucking leave him. You’re mine. You’re mine… you’re fucking mine!”

“Yours!” You cried out, rolling your whole body up against hers and digging your nails into her back. Abby bent down and began to kiss your face, trailing them down to your neck and latching her lips against the flesh of your throat. You groaned as she stretched out your pussy and left an absurd amount of hickies on your neck.

“No one… can fuck you like I do,” Abby rubbed your clit with her thumb as her fingers stroked your inner walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. “No one can kiss you like I do… no one can love you like I do…”

“Yours, Abby,” You whimpered, pushing your face into her neck, grinding down against her hand as you chased your orgasm on her thick digits, desperate to cum for her, and for her alone. “I’m yours… Only you… please, don’t stop! Please, so close…”

“Come on princess… my pretty girl, fucking cum for me…”

And you did exactly that. Your whole body shook with euphoria, and you raked your nails down her back, nearly drawing blood as you reached your high and squeezed around her fingers, liquid slowly gushing from your cunt and drenching her hands. Abby kissed your neck, and then your lips, tears tracking her face.

Finally… she finally had you…

It was made official with one text.

Dylan almost had a fucking heart attack at the photo an unknown number sent him. It was you, sprawled out on the bed, covered in hickies from your neck down to your chest, drool dripping from your lips with one very veiny hand and massive forearm holding you by the throat. You had a stupidly happy grin on your face and your cheeks were tinted with a deep pink blush from either overexertion or embarrassment. And on your stomach, there was something literally carved into your flesh, blood dripping from the fresh wound… it was an A.

There was only one block of text to accompany the picture.

She’s mine now, asshole.

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── ୨୧ !　𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

　　　　　𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x student!reader

SUMMARY: Amid relentless academic pressure, Y/N finds herself consumed by the desperate pursuit of perfection in her college. Her obsession with validation leads her to neglect her own basic needs until a sudden accident forces her to confront the reality of her situation, receiving the complete help and support of her boyfriend, Chris.

WARNING: Comparison, crying, dark thoughts, fainting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @sturniolowhore

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N sat at her desk in the corner of her shared room with Chris, surrounded by mountains of books, papers, and her laptop, whose screen glowed brightly in the semi-darkness of the room. The clock on the wall showed 2 a.m., but for her, time had lost all meaning.

The sound of Chris' light snores, who was sleeping soundly in the bed just a few meters away from the girl, sounded muffled against her ears. She had tried to sleep, really, but sleep wouldn't come at all, and when Y/N was sure that her boyfriend had finally slept, she was able to get up.

Her mind was totally immersed in study. Every cell in her body focused on absorbing every detail of the laws, the precedent cases, and the doctrines. She was obsessed with academic validation, an incessant compulsion to be the best in her law school, not because she wanted to be better than others, but to show herself that she was capable of something.

The pressure to achieve excellence was overwhelming. Every time a score was posted, her heart raced in anticipation, and each less-than-perfect mark was a stab at her already fragile self-esteem.

Y/N never felt like she was enough, no matter how hard she worked or how well she did. There was always that underlying fear of not being good enough, of not living up to other people's expectations and, even worse, her own unrealistically high expectations.

Days and nights melted into a haze of books and coffee as she sank deeper and deeper into her quest for perfection. She found herself studying until the early hours of the morning, neglecting her basic needs.

Eating had become a sporadic activity, limited to quick and insufficient snacks. Drinking water was a luxury she couldn't afford to waste time on. Taking a shower or even going out to get some sun was completely out of the question.

Her body began to show signs of abandonment, her eyes sunken and tired, her skin pale and lifeless. The dark circles that adorned her face were like badges of honor, marking the sleepless nights and days of incessant study.

But Y/N ignored all the signs.

She was determined not to be overcome by her own limits, even if it meant sacrificing her physical and mental health in the process.

Chris, worried, tried in vain to bring a little normality to her life. He watched from afar every day, helpless in the face of the web of obsession that enveloped Y/N.

He would try to talk to her, sometimes even begging Matt to do so - his brother had a way with words, but she would always evade it, sinking deeper into her bubble of study and self-denial.

Y/N didn't want to worry him, didn't want to admit she was losing control. She was determined to face this battle alone, no matter the cost.

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The clock on the wall read almost 9 pm of a Tuesday, and Y/N was still locked in her shared room with Chris, immersed in a sea of ​​books and papers. Her desk was a chaotic mess, with crumpled papers and several tabs open on Google on her laptop, each representing a different subject that she was desperately trying to absorb. Her hand hurt from writing so much, her eyes burned from reading so much, and her body was weak from the time she had spent there.

Chris entered the room for the fifth time that day, carrying a glass of water in one hand and a pink plate with a simple sandwich in the other. His heart sank when he saw Y/N's state, her tense and exhausted expression, her almost obsessive determination to continue studying, ignoring everything else.

His blue eyes traveled across the mess of the table slowly, noticing the plate of Y/N's favorite cookies, which he had brought hours earlier, still untouched, and he swore he felt his heart break again.

"Hi babe... Here, you need to eat something." The boy approached cautiously, trying not to scare her. His voice sounded softly, showing her the plate with the sandwich.

Y/N looked down at the ceramic, her tired eyes reflecting a mix of stubbornness and exhaustion.

"I... I need to keep studying." She murmured, shaking her head, her voice weak and shaky. "I have an important test, Chris. I can't stop now."

Chris felt a wave of frustration and anger rise up inside him. He knew how important that test was for Y/N - and all the others she studied incessantly, but he also knew that she was pushing her limits. He refused to stand by and watch as she destroyed herself.

“Y/N, you can’t go on like this.” He insisted, his voice rising slightly with urgency. "You need to rest, you need to eat, you need to do something besides studying!"

"I can't, Chris. I can't stop now. I need to..." Y/N shook her head determinedly, keeping her blurry eyes fixed on the papers in front of her.

Chris sighed heavily, dropping the plate and cup onto the wooden surface with a thud, his own frustration spilling over into angry tears.

“You’re destroying yourself, Y/N.” He murmured, his voice choked by the weight of his own emotions. "And I can't stand here and watch it anymore."

With that, Chris turned and left the room, leaving a very lost Y/N behind, her teeth biting her lower lip hard in an attempt to stop her feelings from taking over herself, an atmosphere full of tension and despair taking over the environment.

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Then came the day when her body finally said enough was enough.

It was 2 a.m., and Y/N was sitting at her desk as usual when a wave of exhaustion hit her with full force. She felt dizzy, her vision blurred, and her hands shook uncontrollably. The world around her seemed to fall apart as she fought to stay conscious.

The girl gripped the edge of the wooden surface tightly, trying to stabilize herself, but the force used was almost nil, her fingers sliding across the table and her arms falling limply. Her senses gradually disappeared, causing her body to bend to the right until she completely collapsed, escaping the safety of the chair.

The sound of Y/N's body hitting the floor made Chris jump out of bed in instant fright. The boy sat up abruptly, his sleep-clouded eyes traveling around the room in search of the source of the rude sound. His heart raced with panic when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor, motionless.

Chris ripped the blanket off his body, quickly standing up and running to her, ignoring his own confusion and worry flooding his mind.

"Y/N! Y/N, baby, wake up!" He shouted, desperate, as he knelt beside her, pushing the pink gaming chair away.

With shaking hands, he checked her breathing and pulse, relieved to find that she was still breathing. Carefully, Chris turned her onto her side, briefly remembering when Nick told him that this was the correct procedure to do when a person suddenly passed out. His wide blue eyes ran frantically over her body as he silently counted the seconds in his mind.

Relief flooded him as he saw Y/N begin to regain consciousness, her eyes blinking slowly as she tried to understand where she was.

"Chris? What... what happened?" She murmured, her voice weak and her brow furrowed in confusion, her right hand rising from its limp position and reaching towards her head, pressing against the side, a pained expression spreading across her face.

Chris ignored her question momentarily, lowering himself to her level and pulling her into a hug tightly, sighing deeply as he repeated in his mind that she was there, alive and fine.

"You passed out, sweetheart. I heard the noise and... Oh God, Y/N, I thought you had..." The tears - which the boy barely noticed coming into his eyes - began to flow freely down his cheeks, his heart aching at the thought of the possibility of losing her.

His thoughts self-sabotaged him, making him feel guilty, he felt that he should have realized sooner - despite all the countless attempts to try to bring her out of her bubble, that he should have done something to prevent her from getting to that extreme point.

Y/N slowly sat up with the support of Chris's hands after he backed away, still feeling weak and bewildered.

Upon hearing her boyfriend's words, she felt her own eyes fill with tears, the accumulated emotions overflowing into a torrent of anguish and despair.

"I'm sorry, babe. Fuck- I'm so sorry. I... I can't do this anymore, Chris." A sob escaped her throat roughly, her voice choked with crying. "I'm destroying myself because of my own expectations. I... I don't know what to do anymore." She whispered, lowering her gaze to the ground, trapping her lower lip between her teeth in an attempt to stop the ugly sounds that wanted to escape in an avalanche. "Oh my God, I hurt you."

Chris held her gently, pulling her to lay her head on his shoulder, cradling her in his arms like a baby while they were still on the floor, unburdening herself of all her worries and fears. He listened intently to her ranting, his heart clenched by the pain Y/N was facing alone.

“Hey, hey, baby, don't do this to yourself. You’re not alone in this, Y/N.” Chris murmured, gently kissing the top of her head. "I'm here, always have been and always will be. I promise we'll get through this, love."

"I'm so sorry, Chris." The girl murmured, lifting her gaze from the ground and focusing on the brunette's orbs, wondering how he still allowed himself to love and help her so much, even after causing him such worries and fear.

Chris shook his head, silently reassuring her that everything was fine. He pulled his girl's pink chair towards them, slowly lifting himself so as not to hurt her and sitting on the plush seat, before guiding Y/N onto his lap, sitting her sideways on his thighs and laying her face on his shoulder, his mind working hard to come up with an idea to help Y/N find a healthy balance between her academic aspirations and her personal well-being.

"Why don't we establish a more realistic study plan, hm? With time to rest and all the self-care that will be good for you, I'll help you." The brunette whispered, looking down anxiously, hoping she could understand his point. "We can also seek professional help, a therapist, who will help you deal with your emotions and anxieties. If you want, I can participate in all the sessions with you."

Y/N looked at Chris with gratitude in her teary eyes. She knew it wouldn't be an easy journey, but with Chris's loving support by her side, she felt a spark of hope light up in her heart.

"Would you do that for me?" Her voice came out in a broken whisper, her heart warming at his sweet words.

"I'll be right by your side, my love. Always." Chris responded without blinking.

He lowered his head, sealing the top of Y/N's hair for long seconds, stroking the area with his nose lightly. His hands wrapped tightly around her body, keeping her secure in his lap and against his own body, before beginning to draw invisible circles with his fingers against her covered back.

"Sleep, sweet girl. I'll be here when you wake up. Everything will be alright."

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kinktober day ten: breeding kink

>>> so i actually think he would be able to get his partner preggers but that's because i say so xoxo but also bc maybe ce doesn't affect the reproductive system?? idc if it does he deserves a family!

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: breeding kink thank you, pregnancy kink, choso is obsessed w his wife hours, oral (fem), creampie, >>> wc: 2.2k >>> event masterlist:

he’ll never forget the day you told him you were pregnant. it was something he had considered impossible, to the point he never bothered wearing a condom or cumming anywhere but inside you. seeing you pregnant only made sure those things wouldn’t change. you were already so perfect to him that it was almost unnerving, even all these years of marriage in. he fell in love with you the moment he met you back in shibuya, but somehow you had become even more beautiful to him. 

he was obsessed, almost to the point of embarrassment, if choso understood the concept in regards to his love for his wife. but he wasn’t shy about being yours. it was all so new to him, the idea of fatherhood, viewing you as a mother, watching you change before his very eyes and all the long doctors appointments. he loves it though, oddly enough. especially the notion of being a dad and watching your body and mindset shift and grow. 

choso can tend to be clueless due to his rather unconventional navigation of life, but ever since he learned how to work a cell phone, the internet has been his very best friend. unfortunately, yuji can give some very…troublesome advice. choso thinks it’s a miracle he’s still alive at times. so google can help in ways his earnest younger brother cannot, giving him multiple opinions and sources on what to do and how to do it. he spends hours of his time researching how to care for you; wanting to know if it was normal to be this attracted to you while you were all moody and pouty with just the start of roundness at the bottom of your belly—the jury was still out on that one, by the way. 

one thing that was normal was your increased need for him, not like he was complaining. he loved this side effect the most, able to satiate his perverse desire to keep stuffing his already pregnant wife full, relishing in how eager and frankly nasty you had gotten. you were damn near insatiable, and choso thought he was in heaven for it. all through your first and second trimesters, you couldn’t get enough of him—and the feeling was mutual. as you grew larger and the house became cluttered with baby shower gifts and preparations for baby kamo, he continued to clock hours towards his family. he read article after article on parenting, actively assembling the nursery and searching up names with you. he was beyond joyful, still unable to believe that you were growing his son or daughter within that gorgeous body of yours, your breasts had started to swell and your hips had begun to spread. he loved every second of this: your neediness, everything about how you look while making him a father, and the way his friends circled around him and became such a supportive family. 

his thoughts bordered on crazy, a haunting desire to keep you like this all the time, lounging around the house in your pretty maternity dresses doing nothing but being waited on hand and foot; relaxing while stroking your swelling stomach. it’s what suited you best, he thinks—stretched out along the couch basking in the rays of the sun beating in through the living room window, snacking on a fruit board he made you and baby. he’s nearly foaming at the mouth, your long robe-style dress clinging to all the delicious curves of your body; the light cotton seemed to outline your heavy boobs, tight around your semi-hardened nipples. it hugged your six-and-a-half-month sized bump, your other hand resting there protectively. choso was stuck in the moment, trying to commit every detail of you to memory. he almost didn’t hear your chortle of disbelief. 

“you said what, now, babe?” you whip your head towards him, heart fluttering violently at what he uttered— you needed him to say it again. it was easy to grow addicted to your husband, building his spawn had you needier than ever. even the smell of him had you going absolutely feral level insane even though this pregnancy had been the highlight of your life so far. you thought your clinginess and desire was driving him to his own insanity, figuring he must hate tending to you and your attitude as of late. you must have just heard him incorrectly. 

“huh?” he blinked, violet eyes refocusing on your plush lips speaking to him. “what did i say?” he asks, just as confused as you are. his cheeks darken anyways, as if you caught him doing something naughty, which only makes you believe your ears were in fact not deceiving you. 

“you said you should keep me like this all time.” you chuckle, full on tilting your head towards him from your spot on the sofa. he averts his gaze as soon as you meet him, and you let out a teasing fake gasp. “my husband wants to keep me barefoot and pregnant, huh? you know that’s pretty outdated…” 

he shakes his head, embarrassed immediately. great, now you thought he was some sick perv, which isn’t completely off base, he guessed, but still! it wasn’t like that, he didn’t view you like some machine built only to churn out his kids and cook him dinner! 

“n-no! i mean—you look great like this, b—” 

“i’m just fucking around, love. i thought it was sexy.” you grin, throwing a wink his way. he clicks his tongue at you and huffs at the teasing, even though he’s definitely intrigued by the latter half of your sentence. you arch your brow, waiting for him to ask for clarification. you could see him fighting it in his head before your very eyes. the scrunch of his nose tells you that you’ve won. 

“yeah? what’s that supposed to mean?” he says from his spot in the recliner nearby, always opting to be close to you. you smile knowingly at him, humming in thought mostly for the dramatics. 

“mayhaps i enjoy the idea of you keeping me pregnant…especially if i get spoiled like this every time.” you giggle, shrugging a little bit. “maybe i’ll feel differently after i actually have this one.” you pat your tummy affectionately, and he thinks he may be drooling. you always play so coy, but he can see the way you rub your thighs together and the clouds that darken in your sunshiney eyes. he may be regularly clueless, but the one thing he knows all too well is your body. 

“hm, i think it’s because you’re a sex-crazed maniac now and know pregnancy gets you off the hook.” he deadpans, though his heart is beating rapidly in his chest and in his cock. you call his bluff, rolling your eyes viciously. 

“isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black.” you huff, spreading your legs out on the couch in a silent command. he smirks, not at all caring that you caught him. he nods a bit, holding his hands up. 

“got me. i just didn’t know how much i would love this.” he says, the husk in his voice sends a shiver down your spine. your thighs press together when he obeys your body language, rising from his seat and making his way to the couch. he sits at your feet of course, smiling so sweetly. his warm hands gently pry your knees apart, and you wonder if he knows just how seductive the look he gives you is. his chin is angled down, hooded purple eyes singing a siren song that makes your legs fall apart again and your fingers pull at the tie keeping your dress together. he growls at the sight of your exposed body, his hands rubbing trails from your knees to your hips and down your thighs again. “you’re so perfect…can you blame me?” 

you roll your eyes but wear a stupid grin at his praise, shaking your head to his question. you knew better than to be insecure over your changing body, especially with all the extra attention it’s garnered you. truth be told, you had never felt more beautiful, the life growing inside you breathing new life into your own appearance, and your husband never missed an opportunity to make you feel like a goddess amongst mortals. he would never dream of making you uncomfortable or asking you to accommodate him, so he folds himself into the space he has so that his face hovers above your shiny middle. his breath alone makes you moan, a hand flying up to cover your embarrassment. you always react like you’ve never been touched before and choso loves it almost as much as the sight of your round stomach and even rounder mounds above. he brings his thumb over you, wanting to watch you as he draws slow circles over your hardened clit. he hums, a little smile on his face as you jerk and squirm. your hips buck into his mouth instantly with cute whines slipping past your lips as your hands struggle to reach for his collarbone length black hair. he leans up a bit to help you, just the feeling of his rough thumb pad against your need turned you into a mess within seconds. 

“nngh–oh choso, feels so–mmph good already.” you gasp, hands dropping to fondle your aching breasts. he nods and sits up to spit a warm and fat glob on your cunt, his thick thumb dragging it all over your spasming need. the lewdness of his action coupled with the nonchalant way he watches, tongue poking around your hole like nothing ever happened, has your brain spinning without much effort. your hips drive into the relief he offers, chasing your orgasm like you’d never before experienced one—despite the clear proof otherwise. he allows it, never in his life would he keep you from feeling good. he’s honored to be the one who causes those pretty sounds to fill the room, to be the father of the child making your beauty so ethereal, to be the man tongue deep in your perfect pussy. “gonna–ohhhh–” 

your sweet release coats his tongue, his thumb still working you down slowly so he could relish in the face you make from sheer pleasure. he sits back up, a little more comfortable on his knees as he leans over you to give you a sloppy kiss filled with your own essence. he’s had to be much more careful since you’re getting bigger, but he doesn’t mind making sweet love to his beautiful baby mama. you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping his mouth against you while his hands are busy freeing himself from his sweatpants. you gasp into his mouth when you feel his length parting your folds and prodding at your hole. he only nibbles at your lip to tell you that he’ll be gentle, sheathing himself within your wet warmth slowly. you tense around him and relax, sighing happily at the feeling of him rocking into you at a tender pace. he moves his kisses to the sides of your cheeks, your jaw, picking up his speed until he has to sit back up properly to angle himself right. 

“more, you’re not gonna break me daddy.” you pant, hand braced on the ridges of his defined abs. he sighs begrudgingly, only because he’d been repressing the same urge ever since you welcomed him inside. he relents, lifting one of your legs to rest against his hip before driving into you a bit harder. you moan wildly and nod, nearly screaming. “god—just like that.” 

“anything for you mama, s’cute you need it hard, such a good girl letting me get a little rough.” he grunts, squeezing the hold he has on your thigh. you feel so different, still so tight and warm but with a different kind of wetness. he’s a mess too, championing himself with that nickname you bestowed upon him. his strokes are so well-timed, letting you feel every drag of his cock against you, the tip of him nailing the spot you need him most. “so perfect. you gonna let me keep this pretty hole bred?” 

you nod, the words sending you close to your tipping point. you shake your head, too gone to speak to let him know that you were going to cum. you don’t have to tell him though, he can tell from the intense fluttering of your sloppy cunt, and he’s happy to have lasted this long trapped in your clutches. you’re slapping at his stomach, legs shaking around him as you scream again, the sound so primal it sends goosebumps prickling along his skin right before he’s stuffing you full as if you weren’t already carrying his seed. you squeeze down on him, making sure he empties his balls in you. he stays there until he goes soft, and then he slumps against the side of the couch. your giggles make him perk up, his violet eyes cutting over to see you crawling towards him with a mischievous glint to your eyes. he knows he’s right when you swing your leg over his lap, angling him back inside you. 

“don’t worry—just wanna sit on it.” you titter, wrapping your arms around his neck again, pressing your body as close as you could for a hug. he twitches from sensitivity as you lower yourself back over him, but a smile spreads across his face all the same. 

“how many kids can i give you, mama?” he groans in your ear as his arms tighten around your waist securely.

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Traded Posession

Dark!jacaerys x reader

A/N: I definitely did not do this request justice but I also feel like this would have to be a series if I did and I probs should finish a series before I start a new one😭

Pt 2 here

TW: DUBCON, smut, semi public sex, degration, talks of death, size kink

word count: 1,656 words

They call you a witch, all of them. How else would an unremarkable peasant girl get the attention of Aemond Targaryen? You spend your days at his side, bathed in blood as you lick his dagger clean. You’re his perfect accomplice. You like to think that he cares for you, loves you even but in this moment, you realize just how wrong you are.

The Kinslayer has fled King’s Landing and Prince Jacaerys has claimed it. He leaves you behind like a toy that he has tired of.

The next few days are a blur. Cregan Stark’s

men are the ones to find you after your

failed attempts to escape the city. In hindsight, it was silly to think you’d make it to Harrenhall anyhow, make it to your lover. After you are arrested, they promptly throw you into the dungeon, the dungeon where you have been left to rot for the past few days.

This is when you truly realize that he’s not coming for you. He’s. Not. Saving. You. And you were an idiot to think otherwise.

You’re getting close to having been left alone too long with your thoughts when the door to your cell clangs open. Two guards walk in and lift you under each arm, to your feet.

“Hey! What are you doing?” You ask, happy to be taken out of the dungeon but unsure if it’s out of the frying pan and into the fire.

“His Grace has summoned your presence.” The guard on the left says as they drag you to the throne room.

When you arrive, the doors are thrown open and you stumble in, the guards’ pace much quicker than your own. You come to a halt and someone says, “You stand in the presence of the Dragon Prince, Jacaerys, Heir to the Iron Throne and future Protector of the Realm.”

Jacaerys Velaryon stares down at you from the Iron Throne, a cold gaze in his eyes. “Kneel.” He commands and when you don’t immediately obey, your legs are kicked out at the joint and you fall to your knees. He just looks at you for a moment. “You’re much plainer than I had suspected.” He comments offhandedly.

“Sorry to disappoint.” You say with a grimace.

A hand strikes you across the face. “You will use the proper honourifics when you address the prince, whore.” The guard on the right spits out at you.

“There’s no need for that at the moment, Ser.” Jacaerys says and then smirks. “Actually, i’ll have the room cleared.

“Your Grace.” The guards bow and then exit the room dutifully.

“I was truly pleased when we captured you, girl. I had this whole plan to trade you to my traitor of an uncle just to make him watch as I burned you alive instead…” He trails off. It’s almost like he’s telling you a story rather than describing your fate. “It was all going to be proper vengeance for my brother. Though, you’re not nearly as innocent as he was, are you?” The way he speaks is so casual that it could almost unnerve you, if it wasn’t for your experience with one bloodthirsty Targaryen already. “Imagine my surprise when I send a messenger to him and the boy returns, cockless, with a note that says I can keep you.”

You try not to let the hurt show on your face. After all you’ve done for him, Aemond couldn’t give a shit whether you live or die.

“Ahh disappointed, are you? So am I.” He says simply. “I was actually so terribly disappointed that I found that sweet little village you’re from and burnt it down instead.”

The blood drains from your face. “W-What?”

“You were not useful to me so I burnt your fucking village to the ground.”

You don’t feel like the powerful woman you were at Aemond’s side at this point. You don’t even know how you feel. Your silence reflects your shock.

“Is that all you can show your future king, a blank stare? The more I look at you, the more I can’t believe how the cyclops was so beguiled. You’re nothing.” He says with a cruel disappointment.

You stare him down, angrily now and you spit on the ground in front of you.

“Are you trying to prove something to me, wench? All I can see is that you are perhaps a bit more reckless than an average peasant. Do you care for your life at all?” He asks, like he thinks you’re stupid.

“Yes, your Grace.” You say, thinking it would be unwise to lie. Spitting at his feet was unwise as well but perhaps pride is your fatal flaw… perhaps.

“Come here.” He says, beckoning you with his fingers. You follow his command, stopping at his feet. He points down. “Kneel.” You feel inclined to disobey, Aemond liked that defiance but this man is harder to read, frightening in a different way.

“I plead your mercy, my prince.” Grovelling usually is the safest bet.

“You really cannot decide how to act, can you? I intend to find your purpose.” He grabs you by the chin and tilts your head up. “Let’s start with the most logical.” He unbuckles his belt and you know exactly what he desires.

The prince is well endowed, you know it before he releases himself, but you could not have expected him to be this sizable. He laughs at your reaction. “Judging by the look on your face, Aemond’s cock is small.”

Not small. You think to yourself. But compared to this…

“I don’t doubt that you know what to do. I trust you won’t try anything stupid” He says seriously.

Stupid like biting his cock off.

He’s right though, you do know what to do, taking him in your mouth as much as you can and beginning to suck, you quickly realize Jacaerys is bored. You speed up your movements, just the way Aemond used to like it. The quick pace usually is pleasing to most men… you thought, but the way the prince slumps back in his throne says otherwise. He examines one of the swords next to him in a distant sort of interest and after a few moments, he grips your hair and pulls you off.

“I see now why he didn’t come back for you. You’re like a broken toy.”

You just gaze up at him from under your lashes. “It’s how he liked it.”

Jace scoffs. “What a surprise. You have no technique. I suppose you can learn. I expected you’d be a fully trained pet but oh well.” He brings your head close again. “Go slower this time.” He tells you and you do, taking the head into your mouth and beginning to suckle like a little lamb. “Better.”

You lick up his shaft and then try to take him fully into your mouth again. He never completely fits but you bring your hand up to aide yourself. He guides your movements, pulling on your hair back and forth. You gag almost every time but it would be pretty much impossible not to with how big he is. Though he seems to get off on both, it’s more the motions than your suffering that brings him pleasure.

“Good. Now get up.” He says as he pulls you off again. He stands as well and though he’s not as tall as aemond, he’s still taller than you. “Bend over.”

“Over what, your Grace?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes, like you’re more of a nuisance than anything. He then swiftly grabs you by the waist and manhandles you so you’re bent over the iron throne. Though, you make yourself pliable for him.

“You would think that as a prince, I wouldn’t have to do all this work.” He rucks up your skirts and tugs down your smallclothes. He sees your folds glistening with wetness. “Oh gods, you like all this? What a pretty little cunt you have.” He says as he rubs his hand through it. “Let’s see if it’s enough to truly make a man cunt-struck.” He then slips himself inside of you, so slowly that you think that it makes it hurt more rather than less.

“Ah-ah…” you whimper out once he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

“I almost didn’t think I’d get it all the way in.” He laughs a little before beginning to thrust lazily. “Maybe this was the only reason he kept you around. It wasn’t enough though, was it? He still abandoned his little whore.” He chuckles and begins to thrust a little harder now. “Nothing to say? You were so confident at the cyclops’s side you seemed to have lots to say then.”

“My prince…” you moan as he hits that sweet spot inside of you, his thick cock filling you up deliciously.

“Say my name when I fuck you.”

“Mmm, Jacaerys.” You whine out as his hands come to your hips, his thrusts making you unsteady.

“Perhaps I’ll keep you around. Make you my little fuck toy.” His thrusts get quite rough now. He’s angry and taking it out on you. And you could swear that his thrusts are so deep that his cock is in your tummy. You feel his fingertips on your pearl.

“Please, Jacaerys.” You beg him for release.

“Begging now? Gods maybe my stupid fucking uncle just enjoyed how pathetic you are, but you don’t care about him now, do you? You’re my whore now.” His hips keep slamming against yours and his words make you hit your peak, the possession of them enticing you. The way you constrict around him has the young prince hitting his peak as well. He spills his seed deep inside you and then immediately pulls out.

“I’m going to my chambers. I’ll have you bathed and delivered there in an hour.” He says before descending the steps and leaving you there, slumped over the iron throne.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 | Tate Langdon x Reader

Kinktober day 5: semi-public sex

Warnings: 18+, fingering, semi-public sex,

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‘’It’s the third time we go. I get that you love Halloween, but aren’t you tired of people jumping before you and screaming to scare you?’’ 

‘’I’ll go by myself if you don’t want to come.’’

Dani eyed your outfit, then hummed disapprovingly. ‘’Dressed like that? Terrible idea.’’ 

‘’There’s a lot of people and it’s dark. It’s the perfect place for creepy men to prey on women who are alone. Especially if they are wearing a skirt,’’ Penelope added, being on Dani’s side.

‘’I can defend myself,’’ you said, not worried at all. 

‘’We’re all going.’’ 

While you loved Halloween, you didn’t tell your friend the real reason you wanted to go to Horror Nights again. They would tease you to no ends if they knew it was to see the cute boy you had spotted on opening weekend. He was one of the scare actors in the haunted maze attraction. He had crawled over to you to scare you, but your eyes found his and time stopped for a few seconds. His face was caked with a skull makeup, but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

The line for tickets was long, as always. It’s Saturday night, what were you expecting? After what felt like an eternity, you finally made it inside. The first attraction didn't really send shivers down your spine, but Penelope got scared by a clown and almost fell on her ass, making the three of you laugh so much your stomachs hurt. 

When you — finally — got to the haunted maze, you searched for him in every corner. But he was nowhere in sight. You saw a boy in a skull makeup, but it wasn’t him. His hair was bright green, not blond. 

The last attraction was the penitentiary, which turned out to be terrifying. The people in the cells were chained and acting insanely, some were getting lobotomies or just screaming and running. The lights were flickering, adding to the spooky ambiance. 

You were almost out of the attraction when a group of energetic kids bumped into you and your friends, separating you from them. ‘’Dani! Penelope!’’ you called out, but your voice got lost in the chaos. ‘’Dani—’’ 

Your words got cut off by a gasp when a tall figure in a black rubber suit appeared before you. Panic set in, and before you could scream, his hand clamped over your mouth, and he pushed you back against a wall. Actors were not supposed to touch the visitors. You struggled, trying to break free, but he was much stronger than you. 

An amused chuckle came from underneath the mask, then the person revealed themself. 

Through the flickering lights, you caught his eyes, the ones you had been looking for all night.

The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. ‘’I scared you.’’ 

You shoved his shoulder, trying to appear mad. ‘’Can you blame me? I’m a woman. Placed like this are a perfect setting for a murder or worse, rape.’’ 

Immediately, the blond felt bad. ‘’I didn’t think about that… Shit. I’m sorry,’’ he apologized, his deep brown eyes softly looking at you. ‘’When I saw you in the penitentiary, I just knew I needed to take my chance and talk to you. ’’

A smile fought on your lips. ‘’Is this how you flirt with girls? By scaring the living hell out of them?’’ 

He shook his head. ‘’I’m not much of a flirt,’’ he explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

Another group of running kids came by, screaming and fleeing something they had just seen, making you think that you should get back to your friends. They must be searching for you and flooding your phone with worried texts. 

But you didn’t want to. 

 ‘’I-I’m Tate, by the way.’’ 

You gave him your name, then pulled him down for a kiss as the lights went out. Tate kissed you back, his hands pulling your body close to his as he gently pulled your lower lip with his teeth. It sent a shiver down your spine, and you found yourself running your fingers through his hair, letting out a soft, involuntary moan into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, ignoring the drilling sound of the lobotomy tool and screamings nearby.  

When you paid for your entry ticket a few hours ago, you didn’t think you would end the night with the stranger in the skull makeup’s tongue in your mouth. But here you were, making out together in the middle of an attraction. 

‘’Come with me.’’ Tate took your hand and led you away from the main way of the penitentiary. 

You didn’t know where you were going, but you held on tight to his hand as he led you into the darkness. He’s been working here since opening night, he must know his way through the attraction.

Tate pulled one of the black curtains that opened the backstage area of the penitentiary where extra props, electricity chords and other stuff were hidden. 

‘’Is this where you’re planning to kill me and hide my body?’’ you joked, trusting him enough to make this kind of joke. 

He shook his head and pinned you against the wall, his latex covered chest pressing against you and moved his mouth to your ear. ‘’No,’’ he whispered, sending shivers down your spine. ‘’This is where I plan to make you cum.’’

No man had ever left you speechless until tonight, but you were too stunned to speak. You never expected such explicit words to come from his mouth. Not with sweet innocent eyes like his. 

Tate’s hand followed the path down the curves of your body, slow and teasing as arousal started to pool between your legs. He stopped at the hem of your skirt, pleased at your clothing choice for the night. It'll be less of a fuss to access where he wanted.

‘’Tate,’’ you gasped at the first graze of his fingers. 

He must be able to feel your wetness through the lace. He pressed the wet heat of your cunt into his hand, tearing a moan from you.

You would be embarrassed to be so wet already, but all that was on your mind was Tate's fingers rubbing against your folds through the thin fabric. His mouth had descended down your neck and jawline, gently kissing as he listened to the soft pleased sounds escaping your lips.

Screams and laughter came from the other side of the thin wall, drowning the sounds of your activities. If Tate’s boss knew what you were doing, he would get fired on the spot. 

Tate pushed your panties to the side, and then slid between your folds. ‘’I’ve been thinking about you — about doing this to you — since I saw you in the maze.’’ 

Your head fell back against the wall, images of that night, of him crawling across the maze to scare you flashed in your head as he teased your most sensitive flesh. It felt like a fucking dream, except you weren’t sleeping.

‘’Thought you looked pretty that night, but I bet you’re looking even prettier right now,’’ Tate said, wishing he could see you in better lighting. 

He lightly brushed your clit, then briefly dipped into your entrance before pulling away. 

‘’Please,’’ you begged, pushing your hips where you knew his hand was, and finally two of his thick fingers thrusted into your folds. 

Your inner muscles clenched around him, making Tate wish he wasn’t wearing that stupid latex suit so he could feel you clench around his cock. Instead, he’ll have to settle for this — getting you off. 

‘’When we get out of here, don’t think we’re done,’’ he said, moving his fingers in and out of you while his other hand came around your neck, forcing you to look into his eyes. ‘’The night is just getting started.’’ 

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[justanotherduck26]

The Werewolf and the traitor

Pairing yandere Luke castellan x Gender neutral werewolf reader

Trigger warnings kidnapping, swearing , painful transformations, sea sickness, murder, chains

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Your godly parent hadn't been able to save you when you were a baby. Werewolves had invaded your home killing your mortal parent and step parent. The werewolves had been after you because you are a Halfblood. Your mortal parent and step parent had tried to protect you but had gotten killed in the process. The God's determined that the only way to save you was to turn you into a werewolf. Leaving you an orphan until you made it to Camp Half-Blood.

The first person to greet you was a male with curly dark hair and brown eyes and a scar on the left side of his face that still looked semi fresh. He introduced himself as Luke . Luke had 3 beads on his necklace while you still had none. He was charming and understanding even when you had an off day. There were a few times when a campers went missing and part of you felt terrible because you thought maybe you had done something to them when you were a werewolf and just couldn't remember because you couldn't ever remember anything that happened in when you were a werewolf. It was never you it was Luke. Because demigods would go missing other demigods assumed it was you.

"Why did Chiron let the freak in?"

The constant rocking of the Princess Andromeda made you feel sick to your stomach on top of that you were feeling particularly on edge tonight since it was a full moon tonight the chains around your wrists and neck certainly didn't help either. The chain around your neck was there to make sure you didn't snap at anyone when you were a werewolf. You were convinced the only reason Luke kidnapped you is because you're a werewolf and he has a whole army of monsters. "You seem extra grumpy today. " Luke said from outside your cell . " I hope you come close enough to me to night so I can snap your neck with my jaws." You replied . "Awwe is the big bad werewolf trying to be scary? You look like a puppy. " Luke replied.

"Fuck you!" You spat. Luke smirked. "You know you want to. " Luke replied and you glared at him in disgust. "I'll get out of here someday you'll see." You replied still glaring at him. "Sure you will." Luke replied in a sarcastic voice. " Say you do escape where would you go? Your mortal parents are dead . Your godly parent doesn't give to shits about you. Most if not all Camp Half-Blood think you're a monster. " Luke said. " I don't think you're a monster tho. I think you're perfect just the way you are. " Luke said his voice slightly softer. "You can't sweet talk me into being part of your stupid monster army." You spat. "Oh don't worry I have more than enough monsters. " Luke replied. "Then why'd you bring me here? And don't say some bullshit like it's to protect me. " You replied in an angry tone.

"That's for me to know and you to wonder." Luke smirked and turned away. "DON'T BE A COWARD CASTELLAN!" You shouted after him. "I'll be back in the morning after your transformation to help you. " Luke said his back still facing the cell.

The most of the Cruise ships inhabitants that were Half-Bloods and some monsters as well were kept up by the sound of your pain filled howls. The next morning once you were human again Luke came to help with any injuries you might have gained from the full moon and for once you didn't resist his help.

[y2kuromi]

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 LOVE LETTERS ?! O1: parallel lines

synopsis: love is a foreign concept, often hard to express in words. except your feelings poured into the sweetest letters, intended for your eyes only. when the saccharine envelopes are mailed out to the five boys you’ve loved sparks fly, hearts break and chaos ensues. “heavily inspired by tatbilb”

𝖎. series : seishiro nagi x f! reader (she/they) | wc: 2.2k | contents : semi-angst (if you squint) conflict! chaos, fake dating trope. kinda? forced proximity. toxic/fake friends, cheating! heavy pining second person (you/your/yours) flashbacks & swearing in italics

𝖎. notes : i actually loved writing this chapter. especially because the real chaos starts now ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ i'll try and update as much as i can!

⇆ series masterlist prev: dear nagi next: stars aligned

FRIDAY,

. . . ❀ you scribbled furiously on a pale post-it note. the words “where are my letters?” were etched in smooth graphite markings. you needed to know desperately.

your mind hadn’t been at peace since you woke up and discovered your ‘best friend’ and your love letters were missing. you’d hightailed it to school shortly after but kiyomi avoided you like the plague. you were now sitting in geography class — hours to the semi-finals —desperately trying to talk to her

you tossed the post-it onto her desk and she ignored it. the pile of sticky notes was growing larger by the second.

“kiyo” you hissed, “this isn’t funny answer me!”.to your distaste the strawberry blonde ignored you. her viridian eyes remained glued to the faded geography textbook

“oh my god!” you whisper-yelled. except you didn’t really whisper. you just yelled. the sea of students pivoted and you sat like a deer caught in headlights

“sawako” mr. mishima said, his voice sending chills down your spine, “would you like to share this enlightening piece of information with the rest of the class?”

“no…” you sighed, “not really”

“i’m waiting” his boney fingers tapped impatiently on his desk, “it’s that or detention after class”

“i’ll take detention then” you said through gritted teeth. you shot kiyo a withering glare as you trudged towards mr.mishima’s desk and collected the pink detention slip

your classmates gawked at you in amazement. (y/n), student council president, volleyball captain and little miss perfect? got detention? it didn’t seem plausible. not for a million years

you sat through the rest of the class with a stoney look on your face. why would kiyo take your letters? what did she want? your resignation as captain??

the strawberry blonde you’d grown to trust more than anyone averted your gaze. she bit down on her lip anxiously awaiting the bell, and bolted the second its shrill ringing echoed in the classroom

as far as you were concerned, she could burn in hell.

you gathered your things together sluggishly. you weren’t particularly eager to head to detention.

your geography textbook landed in your bag with a thud and you squeezed your eyes shut. you’d die if she sent them. you could already feel your heart stopping and your cells dying

“i’m really disappointed sawako” mr mishima frowned as your last classmate filed out. reo mikage, the resident rich kid kiyomi was head over heels in love, flashed you a pitying look

“i can explain i swear” you pleaded, it was starting to dawn on you that being stuck in detention would prevent you from playing against niiyama today

“is there really a valid explanation for disrupting class?”

“no….yes….i don’t know!” you wailed, “kiyomi took something of mine, well some things actually and they’re very personal and sentimental”

normally , you detested snitches but your life was on the line

“did she take them in school?”

“no..”

“then you should settle that externally” he scolded, “unfortunately your detention still stands”

“mr mishima please” you said, desperation clutching your voice, “the semi-finals are today and i’ve got to play”

“the most i can do is give you one hour rather than an hour thirty and then you’ll have to write an essay on the importance of tourism” he shrugged, “regardless of the trigger you still disrupted my class”

you gaped at him, astounded by the severity he was handling you with. you pressed your lips firmly together and nodded, trudging out of the classroom and down the hallway

“hey (y/n)!” a familiar voice called, you spun around to see kunigami standing in the midst of the sea of doors. he was holding up a bag you were sure was filled with seaweed snacks

“hey kuni” you said, waving and flashing him a half-hearted smile, “what’s up?”

“i was going to ask if you were down to talk before your game” he admitted, auburn eyes boring into yours

“can’t” you said plainly, “got detention thanks to kiyomi”

“oh” he frowned, you felt slightly irritated. he didn’t get to wait on you now. you’d been chasing him for ages and just as you’d moved on he wormed his way into your life

“maybe next time” you shrugged, leaving him standing in solitude. you stumbled across the old classroom hakuho used for detention. it had the perfect view of the field and the rest of the campus

you slid the door open. the dusty room was near empty, save for seishiro nagi sleeping soundly at the back. he jolted uptight, glancing around confused until he locked eyes with you

he gave you a once over with his dull grey eyes and plopped his head back on the table. you pulled out the chair beside him and sat down wordlessly

the silence was deafening, save for the faint huffs of breathing and the sage clock ticking obnoxiously

“so…why’d you get detention?” you asked, peering at nagi with curious eyes. you’d heard he practically lived here, “after missing school for a day, that was fast”

“offered the teacher some melonpan” he said, not even bothering to lift his head off the table

you stifled giggles as you pictured the tall boy offering his teacher sweet buns rather than an answer. you only shared one class with him, which was history and the only thing he did was sleep

“i bet you were sleeping as-well” you mused, pointing an accusing finger at him, “like you are right now”

“why’re you here anyways” he grumbled, screwing up his face as he gazed at you. you thought he looked cute like this. eyes hazy with sleep and his messy bangs a curtain for his face, “aren’t you s’pposed to be perfect or something”

“it’s a long story” you grimaced, “i’m just worried coach’ll bench me today.”

“what’s today?” nagi asked, his voice laced with the precipice of sleep

“uhm friday?”

he exhaled exasperatedly before asking again, “what’s happening today?”

“ohh” you laughed, “we’re playing niiyama’s girls volleyball team. it’s the semi-finals for nationals”

“you got into the semi-finals?” he asked, letting out a whistle of approval , “that’s cool”

“thanks” you grinned, your smile dropped a split second later, “i don’t think i get to play today”

“you’re the star player” he murmured, “‘least that’s what reo said”

“when’d you become such good friends with mikage?” you asked, “i thought it was just you and sora” you clapped your hand over your mouth once you realised how insensitive that was

“we broke up” he said, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t matter to him. but you knew nagi. his eyes were sunken and he was more withdrawn than ever

“i know” you cringed, “are you okay?” you looked at him with such tenderness he could feel his heart breaking again.

“yeah” he nodded, “‘s fine”

you knew it wasn’t fine, but you weren’t going to push. after so many years of friendship you’d learnt nagi hated talking about his feelings

“you should come to the game today” you blurted, in an attempt to curve the jarring silence, “we won’t disappoint”

“don’t wanna” he yawned, “volleyball games are boring”

“blasphemy” you gasped, “take that back or i’ll end you”

“you’re so weird” he laughed. butterflies fluttered in your stomach. his laugh was quite literally the sweetest thing you’d ever heard

“you’re in detention ‘cause of melon bread” you snickered, “it doesn’t get any weirder than that”

he hummed in agreement, “d’you think sora cheated ‘cause i’m weird?” he asked. and that’s when you knew that girl really did a number on him. nagi despised people who spoke negatively about themselves and here he was doing just that

“funny question! i think sora cheated because she’s weird” you were really satisfied with your answer, even more so because nagi was laughing again

“why’d we stop being friends?” he asked, his frame shook as the softest giggles left his lips, “i haven’t laughed like this in ages”

“it was your fault!” you said, and it was, “we can be friends now i guess…there’s a long queue for that so you’ll have to wait a few business days”

“i don’t mind” he said softly, and you knew he meant it. his eyes were as bright as the glistening stars in the night sky, “‘s not a hassle”

the shrill ringing of the whistle pierces through your consciousness. your (e/c) eyes light up with excitement and triumph. hakuho had scored the winning point in yet another thrilling volleyball match. the elation in your heart was palpable.

as the crowd erupted in cheers,. you couldn't help but let a smile grace your lips as you looked over at your teammates, their faces beaming with pride.

you felt  a weight lifting off your shoulders, the pressure of expectations and the sinking feeling of your problems with kiyomi momentarily forgotten.

"you guys are amazing" the other team's captain said, she had messy ginger hair scraped into a low ponytail and her sportsmanship was leagues above her teammates who looked as if they were on the verge of tears.

"thanks" you grinned, "really good game, see you in the finals hopefully" you added, hoping to get rid of the other team's intense gaze before it could make you uncomfortable.

"hell yeah to that"she cheered, backing away from the net and returning to her teammates. you did the same, joining your teammates by the bleachers. they immediately enveloped you in a crushing group hug

"you played really well today, (y/n)!"

"yeah! we couldn't have won without you!"

"best captain in the league hands down!!!!"

you smiled softly, the praise warmed your chest pleasantly, "i couldn't have done anything without my amazing team" you responded simply. contentment settled in your heart at the affectionate comments your teammates showered you with.

except kiyomi.

she stared at you with a blank expression as she gulped down water. the chemistry between you during the match had been severed.

“kiyo” you said, slipping away from the rest of the team and sitting down beside her. you wordlessly handed her a fresh towel.

“i’m sorry” she sobbed, the tears seemed to erupt from the depths of her soul, “i’m really sorry (y/n)”

“why did you take them?” you asked warily, “you know what it doesn’t even matter just tell me you didn’t send them”

she sniffled loudly and you bit the inside of your cheek so hard you could almost taste blood. you wanted to scream. you wanted to end her

“i-i did” she said quietly, looking down in shame

“oh my-” you let out a strangled groan, “why the hell would you do that??” you instantly thought back to the hour you’d just spent with nagi. the rekindled friendship would come crashing down the second he saw it.

and oh…kunigami. you could feel tears prickling at the back of your eyes. you couldn’t cry here. you just couldn’t.

“i’m so sorry (y/n) i-“ kiyomi hiccuped, “i was trying to play c-cupid”

“with five guys???” you hissed, “do you know how embarrassing this is? did you think for a second you’d be ruining my life??”

“i’m sor-”

“no i’m sorry” you said, venom laced in your words, “i’m sorry i didn’t listen to minai when she told me you were no good”

you shoved yourself off the bench, angry tears stung your eyes. you blinked them back furiously, stumbling blindly through the crowd of students. the sound of their sweet congratulations shot sour daggers in your chest. come monday they’d be pelting you with insults and scorn. you could already feel it

“careful!” someone said, but it was too late. you were crashing into reo at the speed of light. your nose was engulfed in the exquisite scent of versace eros

“sorry” you said, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment . god could this day get any worse??

“you’re all good adara” reo said, concern dripping from his amethyst eyes, “are you okay?”

“i’m fine” you said unconvincingly, “i just need to get out of here”

“we were just heading out” nagi piped up. you hadn’t even noticed he was there, especially because he said he wouldn’t be coming. you figured reo dragged him here “wanna tag along?”

the thought of becoming closer with the grey eyed boy and having it negated by the stupid letter you’d written three years ago sounded sadistic

“i’m good” you said, shaking your head profusely, “thanks nagi,”

“suit yourself” reo hummed, you stuck your tongue out at him

“later mikage, bye nagi” you waved

“reo” he corrected, you rolled your eyes. he’d been telling you to call him reo since middle school. you refused

you darted around the pair and slipped out of the gymnasium

the wind stung against your cheeks. the sky above was a collage of cascading pink, purples and oranges. the sun dipped gracefully behind buildings. despite the beauty, there was an unpleasant chill in the air; a reminder of what awaited you on monday.

you trudged dejectedly across campus, your duffle bag swung against your hip as you walked out the gate. you contemplated switching schools. maybe even leaving the country but you knew you wouldn’t

“just strike me down dude” your groaned, looking up at the sky. much to your dismay, lightning didn’t flash and end your suffering

you got home safely and crashed on the sofa in a heap of sweat and despair. when you woke up hours later the blazing sun had been replaced by the stars and the vast, murky canvas of the night sky

you picked up your phone warily. heart drumming in your ears. yep. just as you feared your notification center was a symphony of chaos

+5 missed calls from: kiyo

+25 missed calls from : ren ren: can we talk? + 10 new messages

+1 new message from: megs aww i think ur cute 2!

+1 new message from : sei got your letter :x

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øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth x pregnant! reader

♡ general headcanons for euronymous with a pregnant partner!

୨୧ you know how ellie and dina had that adorable baby and serene farm life in the last of us part II? yeah, that is the life i want with a black metal guy… i do not know why or how but i wrote this in like five minutes <3

♡ view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: aint no grave by crooked still - witching hour by mayhem

♡ this entirely grown up man has the most deadly serious one sided rivalry with your pregnancy pillow!

୨୧ øystein just absolutely despises it and cannot believe you are seriously choosing to cuddle a damn pillow over him, he glares down at it with such burning hatred in his eyes every single night before you go to sleep…

♡ you try telling him that it is just kind of comfier than him right now but he does not believe it, he cannot believe it because how? he says you must just be having a bit of pregnancy brain and not thinking straight because there is no way a pillow is comfier than him

୨୧ you went through quite a little bit of your pregnancy making him sleep on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment because you just absolutely hated his immense body heat, it was the absolute worst time of his life! he did not fully realise just how much better it was to sleep with you in a comfy bed until it was suddenly stripped away from him…

♡ he absolutely fights to paint the nursery black, like he really puts up an insanely strong fight and says if it is any child of his, they will definitely love black

୨୧ it takes you at the very least a month to drill the answer of “ absolutely not ” into his little stubborn head

♡ but you probably do let him paint the mayhem logo somewhere in the room, just to give him something sweet…

୨୧ øystein tries to convince you to buy so many black baby clothes too, using the excuse of not knowing the gender and how black works on any gender! if it was up to him, the baby would look like they were attending a funeral every single day of their lives

“ vakker! please, come on, just get black clothes for the baby! we don’t even know what they are yet so black would be perfect for a boy or girl ” ( he will continue trying to convince you on this for hours if he has to, do not underestimate his confidence and pure burning will )

♡ it really does not matter if you agree or not though, he will buy at least some black clothes for the baby anyways! and it does not stop even after you find out the gender…

୨୧ i am so sorry but i just absolutely love girl dads so of course i am making him one now

♡ honestly i can see this unlucky ass guy knocking you up with twins on his first try too…

୨୧ but i am not going to go too deep into that here

♡ when you guys went to get your very first ultrasound together, he acts like such an overgrown child

୨୧ the second the little blob that is your very much still growing baby appears on the screen, he is making a semi grossed out and almost confused sounding “ eugh ” before you gently smack him on the shoulder, holding in your own snort at the sight of him with a scrunched up nose and confusion all over his face as he tries to decipher what it is that he is looking at

♡ øystein gently scoots the doctor aside and gets way too up close to the little black and white screen, proclaiming that yep, this baby will be a metalhead alright!

୨୧ how exactly did he get that from a blob of cells on an insanely grainy black and white screen? do not ask him questions like that, just trust him

♡ he practically demands the doctor print off at least ten of these ultrasound pictures, wanting to give some to his family and show off a few to his friends

୨୧ øystein shows the picture off just so much, he has probably even showed completely random customers in helvete, pulling the picture out of the pocket of his black leather jacket in the midst of ringing them up and telling them to “ check out his blob ”

♡ some of them probably have absolutely no idea what they are looking at and he sees that so clearly in their baffled faces, giving an overly dramatic huff and saying it again, but fixing his statement to be “ check out my baby ”

୨୧ he thinks it is freaky as hell when you go back again some time later and now it has grown legs and like, an actual little body and stuff… do not even get me started on how weirded out he gets when he sees the baby move around through the screen…

♡ honestly, that is when it really and truly fully sank in for him that holy shit he is having a baby, a literal child, a living being in just a few months! like you are really growing his child inside of you

୨୧ øystein was unusually quiet during that whole appointment, only giving quick head nods and husky mumbles when you spoke to him… at first you are scared as hell, thinking that maybe he might be having second thoughts about having a baby and is gonna leave you

♡ but when you are back in your shared apartment sitting together on the couch, he is just all over you! hugging you so tightly and kissing you all over your face, admitting that he is pretty damn scared but so damn excited

୨୧ øystein really hopes they come out wanting to learn how to play the guitar as they get older, he just really wants to teach them everything he knows and watch as they climb up the skill ladder with their playing

♡ he buys so many little black bows, shoes and dresses! he does not give a single damn that your baby is going to look like she is going to a funeral every day, he thinks that looks cool!

୨୧ whenever you have really weird cravings, he is smart enough to just not comment on them at all…

♡ well, he learned to be smart enough not to comment on them because one time you broke down sobbing after he scowled at and called pickles with nutella “ nasty as hell ” right to your face as you were eating them in front of him

୨୧ øystein had to spend a little over an hour of that day comforting you and calming you down, quickly backtracking on what he said and lying right through his teeth

“ awh, vakker… i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to say that! it looks good really, very… unique and exotic ” ( he can barely even get the words out with cringing as he can still smell the mix of nutella and pickle juice in the air around him )

♡ when you did finally manage to calm down with his help and love, you absolutely made him take a bite of one to really show you he is genuinely sorry and oh wow, that poor man ate it like a champ

୨୧ well, kind of…

♡ he very almost gagged and vomited on the spot but held it down just for you! swallowing his chewed up bite and giving you an almost pained smile before gently kissing your head and telling you it was “ very good ” as he quickly walked off to grab some water to wash his mouth out

୨୧ so now he just keeps his lips completely zipped but he will absolutely have a major stink face when looking at some of your strange new craving creations

♡ øystein really gets kind of scared of you when your horny levels are at an all time high because of your heightened pregnancy hormones

୨୧ usually he is the one groping your boobs and holding your hips, littering kisses all down your neck and feeling you up but now it is like he is getting a taste of his own medicine…

♡ you are just all over him, basically not even letting him move because if he does you will get suddenly upset and claim he probably thinks you are just so ugly now and he never wants to fuck you ever again in your entire life together

୨୧ and obviously that is not at all true! øystein finds you so hot when you are pregnant, he is always fondling your boobs and whisking you off to the bedroom to let you ride him, always whispering the dirtiest but absolute sweetest things in your ear

“ y’look so beautiful carrying my baby, you know that? so beautiful… should knock you up again right after you have our girl, hm? love seeing you like this ” ( the fuck he will, you will be waiting at least a year before getting pregnant again )

♡ the very first time the baby kicks is actually when he was talking to it! they are so insanely reactive when it comes to him and his voice, it is just crazy

୨୧ he thinks the baby kicking looks so damn awesome, it looks like something straight out of a horror movie to him, but definitely really cute too

“ fuck… how does that not hurt like crazy, baby? she’s really beating up your insides, huh? ” ( he is so unserious about things he says but you can see this gleam of just pure true love in his eyes as he observed his baby reacting to his voice )

♡ he loves to come up behind you and gently hold your baby bump up for you, helping you relieving the ache in your back as you lean back into him and feel his calloused hands softly stroking patterns into the skin

୨୧ øystein will tap your stomach as the baby kicks in response, slowly and softly swaying you back and forth in your place as he kisses your cheek

♡ another craving you probably get a whole lot is kebab food! you will wake øystein up at some utterly ungodly hour of the night, your eyes rimmed with tears whilst you whisper to him as he looks up at you with messy and tangled black hair spread across his pillow, his eyes still blinking rapidly as he wakes himself up

“ what? is something happening? what… you want food? god, seriously, vakker? no, it’s fine, don’t cry… i’ll… i’ll go get you some food, just let me get dressed… fuck ” ( he is not actually mad at you or anything! he is just very sleepy and kind of a slow sloth when he first wakes up )

୨୧ when grabbing your food from the kebab, he talks the poor shop owners ear off about how you pregnancy is going and how this is the third time this week that you have craved some kebab food, how he fears the baby might come and just be made of donor meat because of how much you eat it

♡ as if the shop owner does not know that though, øystein uses the same takeaway place just around the corner from your apartment every time and they are very familiar with you guys now, they will often put a lot of meat in your meal because they are really sweet people and øystein tips them well all the time under your demand

୨୧ øystein would absolutely play his guitar close to your baby bump, obviously not something crazy extreme and loud though!

♡ usually he will just play something short and low to teach the baby about what he does for a job, i might even say he sings to your stomach sometimes too! only when you are definitely sleeping though, he is so strangely embarrassed about it

୨୧ he often sings cute little norwegian lullabies and childrens songs remembers from when he was a child, making sure to be extremely quiet about it as to not wake you up

♡ he would just be such a partner and such good father <3

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 14)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Reader and Azriel have a talk, Nesta discovers Eris’ secret

warnings: Night Court slander, semi graphic torture, Rhysand is horrible

word count: 7.1k

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a/n: IM BACKKKKKK!!!!!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! This is some of my worst writing but I love the concept so here ya go, I hope this was worth the wait! More action coming soon, chapter 16/17 are gonna be HUGE!!!!!! x

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

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You didn’t know how long it had been since Rhysand left you bloody and strung up in the cell. In some ways, you were grateful that the past while had been a blur. Your memory was a haze of flashes of searing pain, Rhysand’s voice in the background demanding you reveal the bond to him and admit the details of your conspiracy against his court. Yet you did not break, even as those tendrils of dark power carved into your already open wounds.

Despite not being able to feel her on the other side of the bond, Nesta was what got you through it. The thought of her in Autumn, far away from the Night Court’s reach, made you grit your teeth and fight the urge to crumble in front of the High Lord. You closed your eyes and pictured the eldest Archeron sister wandering through the paths of the woods, brilliant leaves of red and gold falling around her and landing on the soft grass. Her creamy skin adorned in a soft emerald dress, that golden-brown hair trailing down her back, finally free. You pictured her happy, content in her new environment. With Eris.

Even in your half-conscious state, you wondered how well the two were getting along. While the Inner Circle thought the Autumn heir was a cruel, sadistic bastard, you always knew Eris as your best friend’s older brother… the aloof, sarcastic male who would attempt to charm you to piss off Lucien. You never told Lucien, but every wink Eris had sent your way made butterflies swarm in your stomach. Eris was clever, a good intellectual match for Nesta at least. You had faith in her to be able to navigate the Autumn Court politics. After all, she had been raised to be a perfect courtier. Why the Inner Circle wanted to ignore that and make her into a warrior instead was mind-blowing. Even Lucien, who was incredibly skilled at negotiating and getting along with other courts, was treated like trash by the Inner Circle.

You missed him terribly. It had been months since you had seen Lucien, who was reportedly dwelling in the human lands now. You suspected he was being fed lies by Feyre and Rhys about your involvement in their court. No doubt their version of the story told a tale that painted you as the obedient female who eagerly immersed herself into the Night Court, grateful to be given this chance.

The eerie quiet of the cell was broken by the rush of air in the corner, the soft sound itself deafening against your pounding head. You couldn’t recall the last time you drank water, your throat dry as sandpaper. You didn’t lift your head up, for the weight of it was too much for your neck to bear. You did nothing, just accept the fact that Rhysand had returned for another crack at you.

But it was not Rhysand’s sneering voice that muttered, “Mother above.”

“Az…” Your voice was raspy and almost unrecognisable as you lifted your chin up. The spymaster stood before you, eyes widened slightly. His jaw was tense, and there was something about his expression you couldn’t decipher.

When he didn’t say anything, you tried again. “Please… help….”

“What happened?” He asked coldly, his shadows swirling around him. You flinched as they approached, drifting towards you like Rhysand’s mist had. The action didn’t go unnoticed. Azriel blinked, the only indication of surprise he was likely to give. Still, you could see it in his eyes as he put the pieces together. Not once had you ever flinched from the shadows that hovered around him. Until Rhysand’s own likened darkness had cut through your skin like butter.

“Water…” You mumbled. For a moment, you thought Azriel was going to ignore your request and continue to just stand there staring at you. But after what appeared to be a moment of contemplation, the spymaster pulled out a small canteen and unscrewed the lid. With his scarred hands he lifted it up to your lips. Your entire body sagged in relief as you eagerly drank the water, taking as much as he would give you. After downing about half of the liquid, Azriel stepped back.

“Thank you.” You said, voice clearer this time now that your dry throat had vanished.

“Rhysand did this to you.” Azriel said more as a statement than a question. After training with the spymaster for months, you could read him a bit easier than before. There was something behind his expression, revealed by the widened eyes and tensed jaw, that made you think whatever Azriel had expected his High Lord to do in his interrogation of you, this was not it.

So you nodded, and the tears that had been pooling in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. You hated crying in front of Azriel, or anyone really. But you were too tired to hold your tears back. Days in this cell, tortured without food or water… It was too much.

“Gods,” Azriel muttered, running a hand through his tousled locks. “When Rhysand told me he wanted to interrogate you himself, I didn’t expect…. this.”

You choked out a laugh. “Why does it matter to you anyways, Azriel? You were willing to send me to die on an impossible mission. My fate here is really no different.”

Azriel stiffened visibly, brows narrowing. “How did you–”

“Does it matter?” You interrupted bitterly, twisting your wrist around in the chain to try and relax the stiff muscles.

“You know if you want any shot of getting out of here, you’re going to have to tell the truth.” Azriel growled, his voice dropping. “You’ve been hiding things from me this entire time, and I’d like to know what. And why, starting with how you knew about the confidential mission to the continent before I even told you.”

You laughed again, a hollow, bitter sound echoing throughout the cell chamber. You were beyond caring at this point. No matter how you answered their questions, or if you answered them at all, there was no escaping the fact that telling the truth or not, you would not make it out of these dungeons. “You don't understand,” You retorted. “It doesn’t matter how I know. Telling you how will not change the fact that neither you nor Rhys will let me out of here anytime soon.”

The shadowsinger folded his arms, his cold gaze unblinking. “You do realise that if you want me to help, you’re going to have to be straight with me.”

It killed you that you couldn’t tell Azriel what was really going on. Some part of you yearned to, hoping that he’d finally get his head out of his High Lord’s ass. But you couldn’t shake how he just left you in here with Rhysand. Rhys apparently has his claws so deep in every member of the Inner Circle, it would take a lot more than a few months of training one on one with the spymaster for him to change.

“Please, just…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you hung your head, ashamed. “Kill me. Get it over with.”

You heard him scoff. “I am not going to kill you.”

“You basically were by letting me be sent to die on the continent.”

“Damnit, (Y/N) I was trying to help you!” Azriel snapped, his tone rising.

You froze as you were lifting your head up. “What?”

Azriel rubbed his face with a scarred hand, leaning against one of the rocks that jutted out from the wall. He looked exasperated, the weariness on his face visible even in the dim lighting of the cell. “I was trying to find a way to get you out of the mission.” He said. “I told Rhys it would take months, years even to get you ready for that level of assignment. He did not listen. I spent those four weeks trying to find a way for you to escape, to get out of here.”

Your mind reeled from more than just exhaustion. Azriel had been trying to help you this whole time? He may not be brave enough to put his foot down to Rhysand, but had enough sense to try and get you out of this mess.

He continued. “I was trying to set up refuge for you, in a village far south on the continent. You’d have been safe there, if you laid low. I would have told Rhys that my spies reported you were killed.”

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask. “Why lie to him for me? He’s your high lord.”

“Yes. And he always will be. But that does not mean I am not allowed to have my opinions on the way he handles some matters. It is unfair to drag someone into this line of work who does not want it, and it is even more unfair to send them on assignments they are not ready for.”

You chose your next words carefully. “You know why he did it, right?”

Azriel only stared at you, saying nothing.

“He wants me dead,” You whispered. “He wants me dead and you know it. That’s why he arranged the mission-”

“No,” Azriel cut you off, his voice sharp. “He was desperate for another spy, and could not send me. Braillyn would have expected that. You were the best one for the job, because they don’t know you. He just didn’t understand that you weren’t ready.”

You shook your head, heart sinking at Azriel’s denial. He wasn’t stupid, some part of him had to know the truth – that Rhysand wanted you dead because your defiance of him could cause unrest, even more so if you were plotting against him. Which you were. The first big step had been a success, getting Nesta out of the Night Court in a way that, by the law, prevented them from coming after her.

There was much more you had in store for the Inner Circle, but only time would tell if you would be able to pull it off. None of which would happen if you did not escape this cell.

“That’s not true, Azriel.” You said. “I wish you would see it. He knew I wasn’t ready, but if I died then he wouldn’t have to worry about me anymore. But if I somehow survived then he’d get the intel he wanted.”

The spymaster’s glare hardened. You shrank back slightly as he propped himself upright once again and stalked towards you. Large wings flared slightly, a menacing sight as he asked you firmly, “I will ask you this one more time. How did you find out about the mission?”

You didn’t answer, wondering if he was going to try and carve answers out of you like Rhysand had. Azriel had likely done such a thing countless times, perhaps in this very cell. Your wounds were crusted over and raw, fae healing abilities diminished in the darkness of the prison.

“It was Eris, wasn’t it?” Azriel said after a few minutes, bitterness and disappointment lacing his voice. “That’s why he proposed to Nesta, and why she insisted on you coming with them. It was part of a plan, wasn’t it? A plan for you and Nesta to escape.”

You did not bother confirming nor denying it, any defiance you had long ago wilted. Half your body had gone numb, and the other half ached beyond belief. You could feel yourself slipping further and further away, a discouragingly slow descent towards death. It was almost worse than the torture itself, being so close to death’s arms embracing you and carrying you to freedom, yet not quite there yet.

“Why?” Azriel asked sternly, taking your silence as an answer in and of itself. “Why would you want so badly to leave? To take Nesta away from her family?”

Bitterness coursed through you, igniting a fire in your voice. “If that is truly how you see it then you won’t even try to understand.” You hissed at him.

Azriel perched himself atop one of the rocks in the corner, those massive wings folding in. He shrugged, arms folded. “Humour me.” He challenged dryly.

These moments were crucial, you knew. It was your chance to either convince Azriel to help you, or to seal your fate and be locked in here forever. The choice weighed upon your already heavy shoulders like a rock. Rhysand would likely return soon and Azriel would disappear again, along with this one chance. And so you chose.

“Nesta will never be part of the Inner Circle, and you know it.” You said. “All you guys have done is try and muzzle her, control her, make her docile enough to sit quietly alongside you at the table but never truly be a part of everything.”

“We were trying to help her–” Azriel interrupted, but you quickly cut him off.

“By forcing her to train? Do something she never wanted? There are many ways to help someone, Azriel. This method may have worked for you and Cassian, but it is not for everyone. Nesta was hurting after the war, and all she received was judgement. You lot consume a bottle of wine every Friday night at Rita’s, but when Nesta does it, suddenly it’s a bad thing? You’ve all slept around, but when Nesta does it, she should be shamed? You have all held her to an impossible standard and refused to give her time to heal. But none of you ever cared about her healing, only how she made you look. You’ve done exactly to her what Tamlin did to your High Lady.”

You expected Azriel to argue, to fight back in defence of his found family. But he merely stared at you, eyes unreadable. You took it as a sign to continue.

“Nesta is drowning in the Night Court.” You said, locking eyes with the shadowsinger. “She will never be accepted here, and being a warrior is not what she wants. You are not stupid, Azriel. You know this. Feyre has found her new family, and that is fine. Let Nesta find her own. Please, just let her go.”

The eerie echoes throughout the cell were the only sound for the next few minutes. Your gut churned at Azriel’s reaction to your rant. He had said nothing, made no defence nor an agreement. That was almost more nerve-wracking to you.

“You see much of yourself in Nesta, do you not?” Azriel finally spoke, unfolding his arms. “That’s why you resorted to involving Eris to help get Nesta out. You have known him for as long as you’ve known his little brother, so you went to him for aid, did you not?”

“Yes.” You muttered. You didn’t have it in you to deny anything anymore. With what you had already admitted, Azriel would figure everything out on his own. You just hoped that Nesta had solidified her position in the Autumn Court quickly enough to prevent a war from breaking out.

“And he was at the meeting where Rhysand discussed sending you to the continent,” The spymaster continued, hazel eyes gleaming in the darkness. “So that’s how you knew. And you came up with the idea of marriage to get Nesta out, did you not?”

“Yes.”

“Here’s what I don’t understand,” Azriel stood up, once again looking down at your withered form. “That plan involved a clean way out for everyone except you. Why? Were you wanting to get sent to the continent to die?”

“It is because she loves Nesta.”

The arrogant voice of the High Lord filled the room, chilling your bones. Your entire body went stiff with panic, and even Azriel’s eyes widened as Rhysand appeared from behind you. Clearly, he hadn’t expected his brother back so soon.

The sound of footsteps and a dark presence was all your senses noted as you closed your eyes, feeling Rhysand walk around you to stand next to Azriel. You couldn’t bring yourself to open them, to look into the face that had sneered as tendrils of dark mist tortured you for hours.

“Good job, Az, you got her to talk!” Rhys clapped Azriel’s stiff shoulder, shock still evident on the spymaster’s face. “She said a hell of a lot more to you than she did to me. But I don’t recall ordering you to interrogate her. Unless my excellent memory is wrong, of course.”

Azriel straightened his spine, glaring at the High Lord. “You didn’t,” He said plainly. “But seeing the results of your last meeting with her and how little information you gathered, I believe it best you leave the rest of it to me.”

You finally opened your eyes, greeted by the practically feline smile of the High Lord. He bore a triumphant look on his face, one that made your body shake with nerves. Somehow, he had heard almost everything – Azriel’s shadows not even detecting his presence. Deep down, you knew that you were never getting out of here now.

“No.” Rhysand said. “You’ve done enough. You can carve her up all you want and nothing will make the magic mark appear, so I don’t need you for this next part. You are dismissed, Azriel.”

Unlike before, Azriel stood his ground. “No,” He growled. “As your spymaster, it is my job to be involved in these things. I am staying.”

Rhysand merely shrugged, showing no signs that he cared about his brother defying him. “Suit yourself. But you are not to intervene, do you understand?”

“Intervene with what?”

Rhysand hummed, taking a step towards you. You flinched as he brought his hand up, taking one of your tangled locks and pushing it behind your ear. An act so seemingly gentle, filling you with more fear than you had ever known.

“You look famished, darling.” He crooned, stroking your ice cold cheek. “If you show me the mark that allows you to communicate with Nesta, we can get you a nice hot plate of food and some water.”

With your mouth no longer dry, you gathered up as much saliva as you could manage and spat in the High Lord’s face. From the corner of your eye, you noticed Azriel’s jaw drop open slightly at the action, and you almost laughed.

But Rhysand only chuckled, wiping your spit off his face before standing back up to his full height. “I may not have been able to get into your head before,” He said. “But now that you are weakened, I will be able to break through your shields.”

Searing pain shot through your skull and you screamed. Those dark tendrils that had sliced your flesh before were now in your head, scraping down your shields like nails on a chalkboard. The pain was unlike anything you had experienced, the worst migraine of your life times a hundred.

Through the screaming, which you weren’t sure if it was in your head or out loud, you could hear Azriel’s muffled voice in the background. “Stop it, Rhys,” He was protesting. “You’ll kill her.”

Rhysand ignored him, continuing to try and force his way into your head. It felt like the entire force of the sea had come crashing down on your skull, pushing and pounding in every direction in search of a crack. Your entire body shook, the pain from your physical wounds nonexistent in comparison.

“This isn’t right.” Azriel was saying. “I will get her to talk, just stop this. She’ll never trust us if you keep doing this.”

“I don’t care about her trust.” You heard Rhysand say, his voice both in your head and echoing throughout the room. “Once I get into her head and get what I need, she will be of no more use to us. Then she’ll be your problem.”

The sensation of white hot needles pricking into your head took over, and you let out a wail. It was a thousand times worse than before, especially in your starved state.

Please, You begged the Mother, or any gods out there. Please kill me. Grant me this mercy and end it.

Amidst the pain and your screams, a warm sensation brushed your shoulder, like someone’s hand was grasping it in reassurance. You can do this. It seemed to say, in a voice so familiar yet like nothing you had ever heard before.

“What are you saying?” Azriel growled.

The High Lord’s next sentence was all you heard before darkness overtook your vision. “When I am done, I need you to kill her, Azriel.”

NESTA POV

The smell of a freshly made breakfast sandwich and tea roused Nesta from her sleep. As her eyes crept open to meet the golden glow of the sunrise, she became rapidly aware of the presence lounging beside her. Nesta’s vision focused after a few blinks, a male with red hair coming into focus.

Instantly, she shot up, wincing as the pounding headache she apparently woke up with protested. “What the fuck, Eris?” She practically yelled, bunching up the bedsheets to cover her nightgown.

“Ah, finally you’re awake!” The prince said casually, as if he was not laying next to her sleeping form with his head propped up against the bed frame. “Half the day has gone by already while you slept.”

“It’s sunrise, asshole.” Nesta hissed furiously, wishing she had a dagger nearby to stab him with. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Exactly,” Eris quipped, turning to the next page in the book that he was currently reading. “And no, watching you sleep is rather boring. Especially when you snore. Besides, this novel is way more interesting.”

Growling, Nesta snatched the book from him after noting it was a smutty romance one she had snuck from the library and was currently reading. Eris smirked knowingly, making Nesta’s cheeks burn. “I did not take you for a romance novel type of female,” He purred, arrogantly reaching up his arm to rest behind his head. “Especially ones with such erotica.”

Nesta gave him a hard shove, unbalancing him. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

Eris chuckled, raising his hands in mock defenselessness. “But I brought you breakfast! Am I really not allowed to bring my loving fiancé breakfast in bed?”

She shot daggers at him with her eyes. “Your loving fiancé is going to murder you before the wedding if you don’t get out within the next fifteen seconds.”

Eris sighed in defeat. “I do not know what I did to deserve this type of treatment from my future wife.” He muttered in obvious sarcastic pity, but climbing off the bed nonetheless. Nesta crossed her arms over her chest, cursing inwardly at the headache that plagued her. If she had better control of her magic, she’d send a stream of silver fire after Eris’ ass on his way out.

It had been one week since the dinner with Beron where she was granted one month to train her powers, and every day had been the same routine. Get woken up before the sun has even risen, ride Diadoro and Calypso to a remote clearing in the forest about an hour away, try over and over again to follow Eris’ instructions only for either nothing to happen or absolute catastrophe. The day usually ended in an argument, either about training, Eris’ progress in finding you, or where he was on his plan to dispose of his father. And then followed by a very silent ride back to the manor.

“Meet me by the lake in 10 minutes.” Eris called out as he shut the door, leaving Nesta to eat the breakfast laid across the tray. She groaned, rubbing her eyes and wishing for just an hour of rest.

Sleep hadn’t been coming easily lately. Every night was the same dream – Nesta running around a dark maze with walls of stone, trying to get to you. She could hear your screams as if they were real, echoing throughout her head whenever she was left alone with her own thoughts. Eris insisted he was doing everything he could to find you, but the more time passed the more worried she got. Every day Nesta woke up, she was plagued by the aching in her chest.

In record time, she managed to consume half of her breakfast and get herself dressed. The outfits Eris had always prepared for her were admittedly perfect, and today was no different. A forest green gown with gold buttons up the front, and a subtle dark pink trim. Nesta had no idea where Eris was pulling these gowns from, but she didn’t complain as she slipped on the comfortable material.

Eris was waiting with Calypso and Diadoro, the creatures tacked up and ready to go. Calypso was pawing at the ground impatiently, as if she had been waiting a while.

“At last she graces us with her presence.” Eris called out as Nesta approached hurriedly. It had taken her an extra few minutes to get ready, as her hair did not cooperate in its usual cornet. For the first time in Autumn, Nesta had simply pulled her golden brown locks back into a simple braid before hurrying out the door.

“You said ten minutes, I took fifteen, get over it.” She snapped, taking Diadoro’s reins from Eris’ outstretched hand. “Besides, I needed a few minutes to recover from the fright of looking at your face the first thing waking up.”

Eris chuckled. “A sight to look forward to after our wedding day, my dear.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, climbing into the saddle as Eris held the stirrup in place for her. He had insisted Nesta get used to riding, something she had protested at first. But admittedly, it was fun, not that she’d ever admit that in front of Eris. As the Prince got on Calypso’s back, the pair and their horses headed off through the path they had taken every day for the last week.

It was a scenic route, the Autumn hues throughout the forest bringing Nesta a sense of calm that she had never quite found at the Night Court. She was no longer always cold, bones chilled by the crisp night air that seemed to somehow be present during the day, even though none of the Inner Circle seemed to feel it. She only wished she could share this stroll with you.

After about twenty minutes of riding, Nesta decided to change things up and break the usual silence that they rode in. “Where are you with your search for her?” She said quietly.

“Well, my spies are convinced she is still somewhere in the Night Court.” Eris responded cautiously, his voice flat.

“So why can’t we go back and get her?” Nesta pressed as they continued to ride through the trees.

“Many, many reasons,” Eris said in a matter-of-fact voice. “Firstly, you know that the High Lord and the brute would snatch you up immediately. You would never get out after that. Secondly, neither of us knows the terrain. The Night Court is large, and she could be anywhere. It is not easy to pinpoint exactly where she is out of the dozens of places she could be.”

“Eris, every night I have the same dream. I’m running through an underground maze of stone, with walls of black rock. And I hear her voice. And you’re saying this doesn’t help at all?”

The Autumn princeling sighed, halting the horses. “Correct. Because the Night Court has hundreds of mountains, all of which could be harbouring some underground dungeon. So no, it doesn’t help.”

Deep down, Nesta knew he was right. She tangled her fingers in Diadoro’s mane to soothe the sea of worry churning within her. “Why did we stop?” She asked after a few moments.

Eris turned to face her, his eyes serious for once. “Nesta, I know how badly you want to find her. I do too. But with how well hidden and warded the Night Court is, not to mention remoteness, it is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. And if the magic from your bond can’t reach her, I’m afraid I’ve done everything I can.”

“No.” Nesta refused to believe it. You had been her anchor to this earth for months, her reason for keeping her chin up and moving through the relentless stormy sea it seemed she was destined to wade through.

Eris’ voice was gentle. “Nesta, you are immortal now. You have a long life ahead of you. Clinging onto this will only hold you back.”

“Easy for you to say,” Nesta shot back, not caring how deep her words cut. “You don’t care about anyone. Must be no problem for you to just drop people once you’ve gotten what you want.”

For the first time since she had known him, Eris’ face fell slightly. Regret washed over Nesta immediately at the hurt flickering in his amber eyes. Insults were part of Nesta and Eris’ routine now, but this…. She knew she had gone too far.

“Do you truly think so little of me?” Eris asked, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. There was no trace of the arrogant prince she had grown used to.

“I just…” Her voice trailed off. “I don’t know what to think anymore. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.”

“I know. And I’m doing my best to get things back on track, but it’s proving almost impossible.”

Nesta swallowed the familiar lump in her throat that indicated tears were going to begin welling up soon. “I know.” She said before coughing and regaining her composure. “Anywho, you were the one insisting we were late. Let’s get going.”

Before she could move Diadoro forward, Eris turned Calypso to the right and headed off the path. “We’re doing something else today,” He called out. “Follow me.”

Nesta didn’t have to do anything, as Diadoro was already following the white horse off the path, expertly stepping over roots and branches in his way. “Where are we going?” She demanded.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Tell me.”

“That would ruin the surprise.”

“I don’t care.”

“I do. Keep moving.”

Nesta huffed, but didn’t protest. She had never been on this route before, and the further they got the rockier it was. Trees grew sparser, and the soil became harder. The journey reminded Nesta of something from one of the fantasy books in the library at the House of Wind, and with a pang she thought about Gwyn and Emerie.

She wondered how her disappearance had been explained. Most likely, they had been told that Nesta was kidnapped by Eris or something. Nesta missed them terribly – Emerie’s snorting laughter, the way Gwyn’s eyes would light up as she explained something in her research, how they both took an instant liking to you.

“Eris?” Nesta asked about thirty minutes into their trek.

“Yes, my fearsome goddess?” Eris singsonged over his shoulder in response.

“Can I bring my two friends to Autumn?”

“I did not realise you had friends other than (Y/N) in the Night Court.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, I do. I met them at my training, and…” Her voice trailed off, unsure of how to phrase it without seeming weak. Nesta had never needed anyone before, but the lack of Gwyn and Emerie’s presence in her life lately was beginning to weigh on her.

“You miss them.” Eris finished her sentence for her. “Once I am High Lord, we can invite them to come here.”

“For a visit?”

He shrugged. “Or to stay permanently, if that is what they wish.”

Nesta’s heart fluttered with excitement at the idea. She knew Gwyn would love it here certainly, once she got used to it. Emerie too, who would be relieved at being miles away from her vile family. “I’ll hold you to that, Eris.” She said sternly.

“Consider it one of the many wedding gifts I shall spoil you with.”

Nearly two hours later, Eris finally halted Calypso and got off. It was the longest ride Nesta had been on thus far, and her inner thighs ached. Luckily, the prince was already reaching up to grab her waist, lifting her out of the saddle with an impressive amount of strength.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, cheeks red with embarrassment before asking, “Where are we?”

There was nothing notable in her surroundings, save for a rocky cliff that loomed above them a few metres ahead. Calypso and Diadoro had pressed their noses to the ground in search of grass amidst the sparsity.

“All will be revealed.” Eris winked, then extended his hand. He glanced up at the cliff, and Nesta crossed her arms.

“I am not scaling that cliff.” She said sternly, causing Eris to chuckle.

“I would not make you, certainly in those skirts,” He said. “We’re winnowing up there.”

“You know I hate winnowing.”

“Fine, if you’d like to climb it then I’ll see you in a few hours–”

Nesta quickly grabbed Eris’ hand, cutting him off. It tingled against her own, like electricity in her veins was jumping out to meet his own. She ignored his smirk as the world went askew and the ground fell away underneath her feet.

A split second later, they stood atop the cliff. The wind immediately whipped across Nesta’s cheeks, but it was not cold. Oddly enough, it was warmer up here, like the very rocks they stood on were heated. The colourful forest spanned across the horizon, bright with the now late morning sun. Nesta’s braid whipped in the wind, coming undone within seconds.

“I’ve been keeping this from my father,” Eris said, turning away from the edge of the cliff and walking away, leaving Nesta to follow. “A secret weapon, if you will.”

Nesta hurried to catch up, her long strides matching his own. “A weapon to kill him with? Up here?”

Eris chuckled, shaking his head. “No, between you and me we are perfectly capable of doing it ourselves. This weapon will help solidify me as the High Lord and prevent other courts from going to war with us. And I think it will help you with your magic.”

Nesta halted, dread forming in her stomach as she thought of the last few magical weapons she encountered. The mask, that took away everything she felt and made her raise an army of the dead. The Cauldron, that stole her humanity away from her and turned her into a creature she had grown up learning to hate and fear. The thought of something else like that made her knees go weak.

“It’s nothing like the Cauldron, I swear to you.” Eris said calmly, as if reading her thoughts. “Come, I promise it’s something entirely different.”

After a second of hesitation, Nesta resumed following Eris. They walked further and further, approaching a large mountain with a cave entrance that was bigger than anything she had ever seen.

“Are we seriously going down there?” Nesta gaped. The closer she got, the warmer the air was. It sang to the silver flames within her, and she felt them dance.

“Yes.” Eris said, igniting a flame in his hand in place of a torch before entering the darkness. Not wanting to lose the light and be stranded in the dark, Nesta followed. They walked down the large cavern, and the further they went the more her power begged to be let out.

“You can feel it, can’t you?” Eris asked, pausing at the bottom of the slope they had just crawled down. “Like calls to like, Nesta.”

Eris’ flame didn’t illuminate much, but by the way their footsteps echoed, Nesta could tell whatever chamber they were in was large enough for a small city. “What is this place?” She asked.

As usual, Eris continued his lecture and neglected to answer her question. “You fear your power too much, Nesta, because you haven’t seen anything like it. You are letting your fear control you, and you need confidence if you are to wield your powers in a manner that impresses my father. There are many fire-wielders in this world, Nesta Archeron. Yours may be different, but you can learn from others. And not just me.”

Nesta took in a sharp breath, the taste of smoke and ash on her tongue. “This secret weapon…” She said slowly. “It’s not a ‘what’.... it’s a ‘who’.”

Eris nodded, his pale face a striking gold in the light of the flames. “Do not be afraid.”

Before she could ask what he meant, a low but fierce growl vibrated throughout the chasm. It quaked her bones, and the floor began to tremble with what felt like the footsteps of a large creature. And then another, and another.

Nesta trembled as they grew louder, but refused to shrink back. She would not be a coward, not in front of Eris, even as whatever weapons Eris had approached them. The prince stepped forward, lifting up his flaming hand and illuminating the dark space a bit more to reveal not one, but three massive, scaling heads.

The heads of dragons.

The one in the middle had onyx scales, barely visible within the darkness. Its head was only illuminated by its glowing amber eyes. The one on the right was almost as big, but it had golden scales and larger horns on its head. And the one on the left crawled opposite from Nesta, a shining shade of silver with a longer neck. Each beast exuded sheer power and might, the space in the enormous cavern almost too small for their bodies.

Time seemed to slow down and stop as the three dragons approached, the orange glow from their mouths and bellies lighting the chasm. They were a thousand times bigger than a horse, almost the size of an entire palace.Nesta gawked, and her magic began to thrum excitedly at the beasts. Realistically, her instincts should have screamed at her to run before she was burned to ash, but she felt none. No, Nesta was rooted to the stone in fascination and awe.

Eris approached the black dragon, who lowered its head and growled. For a second, Nesta thought it would simply devour Eris whole. But instead, it let out a crooning noise and pushed its nose into Eris’ flaming palm. He began murmuring to the dragon in a language Nesta didn’t recognize, and the beast purred in response.

Her fixation on Eris with the dragon was broken by a low growl, and she flinched as the silver dragon snaked its head towards her.

“Summon a flame.” Eris instructed, still stroking the snout of the black dragon, despite its head being twenty times his size.

“What?” Nesta said, still frozen in place as the dragon crept towards her.

“Just do it.”

She raised a shaky hand, taking a deep breath. She tried not to think about the size of the dragon’s teeth approaching her as she reached down and grabbed a hold of a silver tendril of her power.

Yes please! It seemed to cry. Let me out to play. Let me make new friends.

Just as Eris had taught her, a ball of silver fire began to dance in the palm of Nesta’s hand. The dragon paused, lowering its head even further towards her hand. Nesta tensed up, but her flames had other plans – they flickered in the direction of the dragon, almost as if they were excited to greet it.

The silver beast made a low rumbling noise in response, and pressed its nose into Nesta’s hand, just as the black dragon did with Eris. She gasped, expecting her flames to burn the creature’s nose and cause a wake of destruction, yet it did not flinch from her fire. Its eyes met Nesta’s, and she felt as if her very soul was being gazed into, as if the dragon could see every raw, vulnerable part of her. The scales were smooth against Nesta’s slightly shaky hand, hotter than the warmest coals yet they did not burn her. Her flames danced along the scales, exploring the dips and horns of the dragons’ head. But it did not seem to mind, only continuing to gaze into Nesta’s eyes.

For a moment, she was overcome with emotion. The sensation of touching a creature so mighty, so powerful, one that she thought only existed in the stories she read. But then she, too, was now a creature that existed in storybooks. One that was admired for its beauty yet feared for its power, much like the very beast before her. It looked at her with such understanding, such intensity Nesta felt like she could both crumble on the spot and conquer the world at the same time.

“Her name is Athariel,” Eris’ voice broke her out of her trance. “I figured you’d like her. The one with me is Morgoth, and the golden one is Zorzimril.”

“I…” Nesta swallowed her emotion, tentatively stroking the dragon’s scales. It made a purring sound, the silver flames dancing around it excitedly.

“I found their eggs here just over a century ago.” Eris explained, his voice echoing in the chamber. “I thought they were rocks. There were rumours of dragons existing at the beginning of the world, but the last rumour comes from the wild hunt. No proof of them existed, until I found the eggs. No amount of research helped me figure out how to un-petrify them, until I felt them call to me. I used my magic and lit the hottest fire I could manage, placing the eggs inside them. A few hours later, they hatched. I’ve been raising them in secret for almost 150 years, training them. They are my secret weapon.”

“Like calls to like…” Nesta murmured, observing how her silver flames played with the dragon, who remained unscathed.

Eris smirked, patting Morgoth on the cheek. “Exactly. I have bonded with Morgoth, and I figured you and Athariel would be a good match. You can learn a lot from her, and she can help you conquer your fear. From everything I’ve learned over the past century, they’re loyal beasts. If you bond with her, she will defend you fiercer than anyone in this realm.”

The thought of this powerful creature looking out for Nesta made her overwhelmed with emotion. Maybe they were both seen as monsters by the rest of the world, but they could face it together, if Athariel let her. Nesta thought back to all the times she felt true fear – at the Hewn City, Illyria, the battlefield, there was no trace of that now. Somehow, she felt safer with this dragon than she had in the Night Court.

Nesta glanced at Zorzimril, the golden beast. “What about her?”

Eris sighed, resting his shoulder against Morgoth’s head. “I had hoped that with (Y/N) here, she would bond with her. It seems like fate, does it not, Nesta Archeron? Three of us, three dragons. I am not particularly religious, but it seems the Mother has set this out for us. Zorzimril is the reason I still have hope that we will find (Y/N).”

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[angelicyouth]

Beautiful

⇢ pairing: Wendy Testaburger x marsh!reader

⇢ synopsis: ❝Words can lie but actions don't.❞

⇢ [AO3 link]

The brightness of the moonlight peeks in through the glass panel of the window, its white luminescence cascading down onto the sleeping visage of the teen lying next to you. Her chest slowly rises up and down, her rhythmic breathing a cathartic sound in the comforting silence that engulfs the quiet night.

She’s absolutely ethereal—the perfect definition of the word that beautiful encompasses. 

The sleeping girl embodies the very word, as if the group of letters were formed with her in mind and for her only. Every intonation and every cadence of the word perfectly suits her—she is the very imagery people think of when they read the printed word in a dictionary. If one were to look at possible synonyms, her very name would be written under it.

The illumination peeking through the material of the curtains blesses her gorgeous features, gently caressing her soft skin to further accentuate her delicate face. In the warm embrace of the bright moon, your eyes greedily drink in the way her long eyelashes gently lay against her cheeks. 

From the perfect slope of her nose and down to the gorgeous pair of smooth, plump lips—a pink so beautiful that it was the most perfect shade for the undertones of her skin. There’s a soft hue of crimson tinting the porcelain expanse of her cheeks, a vivid contrast that only further accentuates the shade of her body. 

During your admiration, you bring out a hand to lightly caress her cheeks—slender fingers lightly skimming themselves over the expanse of her skin. They trail ever so softly, the touch being almost nonexistent in the secrecy of the darkness that accompanies the late hour of the night. You’re mesmerized as you watch her face cutely scrunch up when the feeling of your digits lightly tickles her to semi-consciousness, causing you to still your body in fear of awakening the sleeping beauty right next to you.

When she finally settles without the threat of awakening, her face seemingly begins to seek the warmth of your hand as they softly turn to nuzzle itself into your open palm. You gently bring your hold further back to the soft, silky strands of hair that adorns her head to lightly tuck the loose, black locks away from her face.

The sight of her form is hypnotic and you can only find yourself wistfully sighing at Wendy Testaburger. 

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

She’s texting you again—the girl never fails to when she gets into an argument with her boyfriend.

TEXT MESSAGE (WENDY TESTABURGER)

Beautiful (Wendy): we broke up.

N/N: again?

Beautiful (Wendy): yeah…

N/N: you need to be patient with yourself, the pain doesn’t just vanish overnight 

N/N: you heal one day at a time, one step at a time

N/N: and maybe, just maybe, in six months from now, you'll find yourself enjoying a day where the pain ceases to exist

N/N: be gentle on yourself, allow the healing process to take place.

Beautiful (Wendy): thank you, N/N <3

Beautiful (Wendy): i don’t know what i’d ever do without you, you’re always there for me when i need it

You begin to type out a long paragraph before the sound of a new message causes you to stop.

Beautiful (Wendy): i can’t wait until we become official sister-in-laws, you’ll be the best one ever! :) 

Ah.

You quickly delete the words you were previously writing out, your fingers tapping against the glass screen of your cell phone until there wasn’t a single letter to erase anymore. Once that task is done, you stare for a moment before you decide to just forgo replying entirely, closing the whole message log until the sight of your homescreen wallpaper greets you. 

Because, you realize not for the first time, that it doesn’t matter.

It never matters.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

“What do you want from me, Wendy?!” You struggle to yell in between each sob that threatens to escape from your throat, your hands roughly rubbing against the already angry red of your tear-stained cheeks.

Her hands reach out to delicately grab at your wrists in an attempt to stop yourself from irritating your skin even more, her eyes wide in panic and her voice trembling as she takes in your tired eyes. “You! I want you. It will always be you, Y/N. Don’t you get that? If I had the choice between you and a million things I've always wanted, I would choose you every single time.”

The area between your eyebrows furrow together as you yank your hands away, the raventte in front of you holding her breath to hear your quiet voice against the frantic sound of her rapidly beating pulse. “I have always belonged to you, Wendy. And for that, I suffered.”

Your words cause a pained expression to spread across her face but you cut her off from speaking when you see her lips begin to part, “I've waited. I've always waited. I waited for your soul to recognize me as home. I waited for you to desire eternity with me. I waited for your heart to express yourself. I waited for your actions to reveal to me the love that you couldn’t convey in words.”

You look away as the hurt and frustration in your eyes slowly fade away to reflect the hollow emptiness you’ve been feeling inside, “Maybe… I deserve better. But I want you.”

“… You know I'm in love with your brother.” Her voice cracks but despite the pain she inflicts upon you, you can't help but to think to yourself in this moment that the way the tears flow down her cheeks made her look beautiful. 

You bitterly smile at what you’ve always known, “You don’t think I don't know that? I never wanted this to be a lesson—I wanted this to be love.”

At your words, she allows herself to bring you close to her again. Your eyes clench shut when she wraps an arm around your waist and her hand softly cradles your cheek despite the salty residue making the surface of it to be sticky.

You plead in a whisper, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that to me, Wendy. Please.”

But of course, she doesn’t listen. She never has and it was allowing her to do whatever she pleases in the first place that caused all of this because now you’re filled with a love that has nowhere to go or anybody to give it to.

She rests her face against the warm solace of your neck, now wrapping both her arms around your form as you blankly stare at the wall behind her in defeat. You think to yourself that you have nobody to blame but yourself for the boundaries you’ve never placed on both yourself and the ravenette.

You’re already hurting so with a bitter smile, you bring your arms up to hold her back. Both of your loves for each other were different but while her and Stan were broken up, she would shower you with the kind that toed the line between platonic and romantic with vague promises and teasing words like always.

Until, of course, they got back together again and then the cycle would repeat.

Not for the first time, and not for the last—Wendy Testaburger was as cruel to you as she was beautiful.

[altagraye]

Warnings: nsfw, 18+ only, smut, cussing (c’mon people it’s me), squirting, smacking, manhandling soft!dom x innocent!reader, Lloyd has an innocence corruption kink, dark main character, unprotected sex ( put raincoats on peeps!), age gap (reader is of legal age), reader is 25, Lloyd is 40, Lloyd (yeah he is definitely a warning) .

Author's note: This was written on a very very old tablet and or my regular cell phone. I apologize for any mistakes. My laptop is currently broken.

Part 1: switchblade serenade

You were 25, with the face of a young Jennifer Aniston but cursed with a nasty scar above your eyebrow, and your palette painted in the goth style. Or as much of it as Lloyd would let you wear. Today you were dressed in classic cotton stocking, the ones that hugged your thighs and left a few inches of skin before your plaid skirt was covering you.

Lloyd absolutely showered you in gifts, a pearl necklace that accentuated a few sparse moles on your declate. Classic black nails, dotted in silver glitter- a touch all your own.

You stood by Lloyd's side as the corrupt goons exited the building. Yeah, they were his confidants and informants, but we always have to keep our eyes out for them. It’s easy to get back stabbed when you aren’t looking. While the last one was still in the room, his back to you, Lloyd took pleasure in lifting your skirt and coaxing at your skimpy clothed cunt.

He wanted a lacy thong on you, icing on his Cupcake. The heavy cedar double doors closed finally. Leaving you two alone, at least for now. His perfect blue eyes glazed over you for a short moment, admiring a fine piece of art like you, before his lips crashed into your own. You couldn’t help but moan into his rough kiss. His mustache brushing your soft lips, itching just a little. His wide hands slipped underneath the spaghetti strap of the thong and gripped the plump globes of your ass.

The both of you were finally alone after many long hours of being in stupid planning meetings on where the next target was and how to initiate the hit. Effortlessly he lifted you up and set you down on the fancy french table. Your insides were begging, burning for him to fuck you silly.

You tangled your fingers into his hair as he moved onto your jugular, sucking on it hard, showing how much he wanted you.

“Been waiting all day for this. Kinda just wanted to fuck you with them here. But, now I can screw you as hard as I want.” Lloyd rambled semi- to himself and half to you. Your heart was beating loud in your ears, until you heard the familiar clank of his belt buckle.

You closed your legs immediately. He growled and turned you over onto your belly. Dragging your torso so that you hung from the edge of the table. Your skirt lifted, with a sharp sear he smacked your ass.

“You're gonna be a brat now? Need me to fuck you til your pretty little brain melts? Answer me Cupcake.” you yipped with each swat of his heavy hand.

“It’s friday! It’s friday! It’s finger me friday” You pouted. You knew he didn’t like rules. And rules were for the good and the weak. To keep the intimacy interesting, you set up a specific flavor of sex for Lloyd to adhere to depending on the day.

Smother me monday- for when either of you felt like face-sitting, or when Llyod wanted to motorboat you.

Torture tuesday- when we pushed our limits of pain while we fucked each other.

Whack off wednesday- we can only pleasure ourselves on wednesday. No matter how hard it got, even if we were inches from each other.

Toys for thursday- only reaching orgasm from toys on this day.

Finger me friday- Lloyd can only make you cum with his fingers, today.

Shibari Saturday- when Lloyd treats you like his cute little rope bunny.

Sinner Sunday- sunday is kind of a free day. But when it’s not, he gets to cum in you however many times he likes.

Lloyd inhaled a big sigh, and rolled his eyes. "For once, your rules aren't boring. So I'm glad I forgot them, just wish I could break them more often." His hands traveled up and down your thighs.

His breath ghosting over your knees as he slowly pried you open again. One arm encompassing your torso to drag you closer to him. With one look, you were caught in his trance. The two of you were much like a drug to one another.

none of you being able to survive without the other. If anyone saw the two of you separately, they’d think you would carry on living your very separate lives. but, you couldn’t breathe without him. simply inseparable, however strange the circumstances.

Lloyd kissed up your torso, his hands skirting underneath your shirt, removing the garment to reveal your smooth skin. Your arms embraced the sculpted curves of his back, still an exquisite form of a man regardless of his more mature years. After all, you liked a man who knew what he was doing.

with his mouth, Lloyd took the front zipper of your bra and unzipped it. Your full, round womanhood only for him. He was awestruck. as if he were witnessing the hope diamond.

“you’re so beautiful for me, Cupcake. Can’t wait to be inside you. Love your cute moans when I fuck you with my fingers. My Baby-girl.” Lloyd said breathlessly, and without shame he took pleasure in sucking your hardened nipple into his mouth. twirling his tongue around to savor your salty taste.

His hand snaked down, slipping past your thong, coaxing your aching needy sex. You moaned almost immediately, Lloyd paid attention to your swollen clit. His mustache hairs tickle the buttery soft flesh of your breast.

You couldn't help but open your legs wider and thrust your hips for some kind of friction. You needed him like you needed oxygen.

With a wet pop he released your nipple, snickering at the way you were so easily coming undone for him. An audible gasp sprung from your lungs, stemming from the force he used to thrust two girthy digits into you.

A low growl billowed from his chest. Feeling your insides made him dangerously hard. The sponginess of your g-spot, it made his mouth water.

Lloyd was relentless. His index finger and middle finger working you open. You could hear your heartbeat pumping hard with each beat loud in your ear. Each time he thrust his digits in, it took your breath away and made you melt around his fingers by the passing second.

Without missing a beat Lloyd came up to trap your gasping lips in a wet, sloppy, kiss. You swear you were losing brain cells now. You didn’t care who heard you. the only thing that existed was you and him.

Your muscles began to contract so sweetly, fuck it felt so good!

“Daddy! Fuck. MMMMM, Gonna cum!” you whined. A hot sear, quick, and without pain- only made you moan more. He had slapped your cheek. Maybe you were being a brat?

His pupils dilated, he loved being called Daddy. Almost as much as he loved seeing your pretty mouth around his cock.

“You need to ask permission to cum. Are you already dumb just from my fingers?” He already knew the answer to that question. You nodded your head, a tear starting to form. You wanted to cum so bad! you wanted to clench his fingers, but somehow you knew that wasn’t enough. You needed to get fucked senseless by his thick cock.

“D-D-Daddy!” you were so close.

“Daddy. What?!” Now he was thrusting harder than before, making you see stars.

“May I cum, please, Daddy?!!” you whined out, feeling yourself lose control. Lloyd’s bicep tensed, moving so fast, hard, and deep inside you that you forgot where you were.

“Cum on my fingers, my sweet dumb Cupcake.” His lips forming a sinister smile. Your head flew back, hitting the table with a thud, but it didn’t hurt. A sound escaped your mouth, the kind you had only heard in porn. Desperate, and at your limit, but begging for more.

A loud gasp came from your left, “Oh my god. Oh my god! What the fuck?!” You were so confused by this, you thrashed your head to the side where the sound came from. Seeing the source, you wanted to throw up and disappear all at the same time. She had seen you. No one other than Lloyd was allowed to see you, all of you. Your nakedness was only for him. Your rule, not his. One he kept very close to his heart.

His fingers were ripped from your center and you missed the feeling of being full. But all you could think about was her wide-eyed, staring at your naked form. She didn’t deserve to see you. You closed your legs, with shame building up inside you.

You immediately covered your breasts, and turned, facing the opposite way of Suzanne. Lloyd grabbed something from the table, something metallic.

“Stupid Bitch!! Gimmie a reason not to shoot you! Get out!!!” Lloyd cocked his gun, ready to anihilate whoever saw his precious Cupcake. The door closed quickly but the rage was already boiling over in his mind and his heart. However stone-like that heart may be. He would set the whole world on fire if it meant saving his Cupcake.

“MORON!!” he fired the entire clip into the door anyway. You flinched from his screaming. Triggering old wounds, long scarred over. You covered your ears from the ear-drum piercing sound of the bullets. It was never like the movies, it was always much louder.

Your chest heaved with every breath. You were hyperventilating. tears streamed down your face. She saw you. She saw you. You know she did. You saw that look on her face. That disgust. That shock.

Lloyd came into your line of sight, but it was like he wouldn’t register in your mind. His hands came over your shoulders warming them. And you continued to cry.

Lloyd gently took your hands away from your ears, “Hey. Hey. It’s okay. Daddy ran the mean Bitch away. No one will see you now. Just me, Cupcake. Only for me.” he dotted your neck and shoulders, and hands with the softest kisses. Bringing you back from your dark headspace.

“Lloyd?” you asked. becoming more aware of his presence. He cracked a smile, but his eyes were still filled with concern.

"Heya, Sunshine." He smiled wider. One hand cradling your head and bringing you in for a hug. He knew you needed that pressure. To bring you back to him. You were far from the epitome of mental health, and frankly so was Lloyd. Maybe that’s what made you two mesh so well, despite being almost complete opposites.

“No one, saw me right?” you asked barely above a whisper, your eyes searching Lloyd’s face for confirmation; he’d never lie to you.

“Not a soul, Baby, I promise.” He reassured you. He picked you up and put you on a nearby couch. Sometimes the goons and clients liked convenient comfortability.

The cool genuine leather of the couch gave you goosebumps. Your body was still naked, but as long as it was just the two of you, you didn’t care. He started with a kiss. Romantic and soft, for once not fighting for dominance. You didn’t know which you liked more. Him manhandling you or being so utterly soft for you. Whatever the choice, it still made you undeniably horny.

Lloyd could tell you were back in the saddle, and took his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants, dragging them down slowly. He did enjoy teasing you. But he always gave in and gave you what you wanted or rather what you needed. and right now you needed him to fuck the worry away.

if it was one thing, Lloyd could take care of you. As he topped you, you were the one to pounce. You wrapped your legs around his sculpted, slim, waist. You felt his hardened cock firm against your pussy lips.

A wet sloppy kiss, smashed its way onto your lips. He was getting eager now. Maybe now it was more of a competition, now that you started to show some dominance.

A few grinds from your hips and muffled moans, made him take off his boxers. Both of you were completely vulnerable to the other, just the way you liked it. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as you felt the firm and warm flesh of his swollen cockhead. Somehow he was savoring that look on your face. frustraatingly slow he dragged his cockhead along your slick slit, tapping your clit a few times for good measure.

“Sorry Cupcake, I always knock when I enter.” it was done in one slow thrust, so that you could feel every thick inch Lloyd had to offer. Lloyd braced himself by putting his hands on either side of your head, on the armrest. He groaned low once he bottomed out, placing his forehead on top of yours, he closed his eyes.

“Daddy! Oh you feel so good when your inside me like that!” every word was laced with oxytocin. He began to drag out of you, only leaving the tip in, before thrusting hard, reaching new depths.

He groaned this time. The chokehold that you had on his dick was purely invigorating. Lloyd caught this kind of taste from you, and now he couldn’t stop. He needed more. He needed to regain his territory. His queen and partner in crime.

Every harsh thrust of his hips had you seeing stars. Something within you had snapped. like a voracious appetite, you wanted every piece of him he could offer. You wanted to feel yourself melt from him releasing inside of you. God you loved that feeling of being full.

Lloyd moaned louder this time, you could tell he was close. You wrapped your arms around his back, raking your long nails down his porcelain skin. Your eyebrows stitched together from his cockhead banging against your cervix unapologetically.

“Fuck! You’re gripping me so good. Fuckin’ love you. God Damn! got me drunk from your pussy. ohhh. love that sweet d-irty sound you're making." Lloyd expressed himself quite clearly. his pace changed, and any second now you were going to lose it. the wet sloshing sounds turned you on too.

You could hear the couch creak beneath you, his thrusts becoming more animalistic. But you loved it.

“Daddy!!-” you gasped urgently, but Lloyd knew exactly what was happening.

“Cum Baby! Fucking cum on my cock!” he grunted out. the coil that had been building up in your stomach finally released, with a loud moan, your sweet juices covered his lower abdomen and upper thighs.

“That’s my girl! That’s how my Cupcake fuckin’, uggh, takes it. Shit! Take it Baby. Take every drop!” you had never seen Lloyd so passionate before. The warmth from his seed spurting into your deepest parts, was making you maon all over again.

He didn’t bother pulling out. instead stayed inside you. Pulling your cock drunk body against his and letting you lay on top of him. You rested your head in the valley of his toned breasts. Euphoria sweeps through your mind as you giggled.

“You said you love me.”

“ Always, Cupcake. Always.” He gave you a wink as you looked up at him. making you giggle again, and nuzzling your cheek into his warm skin. You’ll sleep very well tonight. And you couldn't wait what was in store for the two of you tomorrow.

end part 1

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[r0-boat]

Aaaaa I missed the last round of requests!! Can I ask for Geeta teasing a partner who's SUPER horny but also way too prim and uptight to admit without a whole lotta teasing?

I was trying to write a full fic I plan to write a full fic but for some reason the brain cells just weren't connecting 👍

So here's some head cannons

Teasing!Geeta X Horny! Prim&Proper partner

Nsfw

Geeta x Gn! Reader

Extra: I made reader a reader and writer of fanfiction. Because I guess the trope of finding out your partner reads fanfiction of yourself is kind of funny to me

Cw: the slightest mention of pet play,black mail, semi public monster fucker, dubcon,( none of these are actually written they're just mentioned in some way)

Let's get one thing straight Geeta is very much a tease, she wants to have a little fun relationship with her employees however it always kind of falls short because she's just so strict with the Pokemon League job...

As a person from a more affluent background, you thought Geeta was a perfect companion; she looked like she knew a thing or two of etiquette, and not to mention, she seemed pretty cool. However, you cannot see the shadow of Giratina underneath This shining light...

Since her employees don't really like when she reaches out and tries to have fun in the office, her partner usually falls victim to her teasing.

Especially when you look so elegant and all your expensive clothes, she can't help but try to tease you and turn you into a blushing mess. And it really doesn't take much to have that pure elegance facade crack...

It was about the second year into your relationship when it started becoming sexual. At first, Geeta didn't think you were too interested in anything to her; you didn't seem like the type of person to really have a sex drive or much of an appetite at all.

That all changed one day when you asked her to fetch your phone when you left it in the hotel room. Your phone was sitting idly on the nightstand plugged into its charger, face down. She did not mean to violate your privacy!! It just so happened to be on that page when she picked up your phone. When she saw that red banner she didn't think anything of it however when she saw skimmed, the words " top Champion Geeta x reader" she double-taked... she was no stranger to fanfiction she knows that the gym leaders especially her elite four members are quite popular and have many fan as well as her many travels to galar she has seen first hand how dedicated fans can become (mostly blame Iono) and personally she's very neutral on the idea. However she has to admit that she knows very little of this type of the internet.

Now knowing that her own partner is reading fan written erotica of herself, does she dare look further??

...

Bdsm?? Semi public and blackmail?! MONSTER FUCKER?!

What in the hell is dubcon?

She already did enough damage to your poor privacy but now she kind of feels like she has an excuse after seeing Geeta X reader on your phone.

You seem to have an account on this website and this was one of the many pieces of literature you saved judging by the extraordinary High number next to the work "Bookmarked"

She feels like she's only scratched the surface of this new side she has never seen from you. 2 years of being in a relationship with you if she knew how to praise you were sooner she would fucked you long before. Come to think of it when she first went on a date with you you did say you were a writer hobbyist and fan of literature however you didn't seem to want to carry the conversation further when she tried to pry

After that experience with your phone Geeta made it her mission to leave little hints here and there that she knew of your little online Hobby until you catch on

When you went out that same night, your date seemed different. She had a hungrier look, her touch lingering as well as her gaze. She did say she wanted to take your relationship further but the way she looked at you was different, you couldn't explain it tell her deep dark blue eyes made you shiver and squirm in your seat as you try your best to hide the fact that a simple gaze was getting you aroused.

You swore up and down that it was just your imagination when you felt her hand brush against your butt.

Or when the two of you went out to lunch, and her leg started brushing against yours as she sat across from you.

The final straw is when she pulled you into some alley and kissed you, her tongue running across your bottom lip, asking for more than just one kiss. Only to immediately stop at your slightest protest. You kicked yourself for that because wanting her to stop wasn't really what you wanted.

After more teasing throughout the day, you hoped this was leading to something more... praying to Arceus that Geeta would take initiative tonight and just take you.

You internally celebrate when she backs you into the wall of your hotel room. Her hands touch and caress your body as her lips move with yours before kissing down your neck. Her sensual touches to the way she looks at you, even some suggestive comments here and there, have been driving you crazy all day.

She pushes you onto the mattress removing her coat before slowly removing your clothes as well. Geeta parts your thighs with her leg pressing deliciously against your core.

Your heart races waiting for her to finally fuck you the way you deserve... only for it to never come giving you a peck on the lips before removing herself from you entirely.

Noticing your reaction of shock and disappointment she smirks. " Is something the matter?"

'YES SOME IS THE MATTER!!' You practically scream in your head only for it to come out as " No... Nothing at all..."

"Oh?" The chairwoman says that smirk turning more into a grin "Are you sure?"

Shell give you a little hints of what she'll do to you without outright saying it... maybe even sprinkle mentions of some of your kinks. Geeta has quite the way with words and she could easily make you squirm.

She'll coax you into saying naughty things from your own mouth, with praises then immediately mock you "oh my how dirty have you to say that, who knew my dear sweet innocent partner was such a naughty little slut."

Geeta always sees you look like a polished diamond. She would be lying if making you into a mess didn't excite her. She likes being in control. And she adores the thought of you saving this side of yourself for her eyes only.

You're just so cute she could collar you if she could~!

Her eyes light up when you finally break admitting what you truly want from her and that's when she showers you with praises before finally, giving you the fuck you deserve...

Sadly her relentless teasing is only the beginning, and she'll only get more and more bold.

[dxwnfxll]

Hello! It's me again, here with another Mikell x Reader request lol

I had this kinda angsty idea about Mikell finding out his partner is anomalous, and I think it would hurt even worse if his partner's anomalous abilities aren't actually dangerous or anything.

If you don't feel like writing or have any ideas feel free to just ignore this.

You got it!!

Time for some more Mikell stuff !!

(As always Amar replaces the Bright/Shaw family)

(And whenever i write these i usually follow my own au! So some things in these may not be canon to the actual lore so yah!)

You and Mikell had been married for a couple years, the both of you meeting during work. You had just been given a promotion, going from a Jr researcher to an actual researcher. Finally you wouldn't have people looking over your shoulder while you try to do your work (or slack off like another doctor). On one faithful day as you were taking a stroll, finally being allowed to have a break after two whole weeks of work work and some more work. Sure you could relax during the night but you'd usually crash every night never being able to do what you want.

As stopped in the hallway to grab some water from a little water cooler, another person was walking down the hallway separate of you. The man was too busy looking down at his phone to not notice you right in front of him. The man bumped into you, and if looks could kill you already would've been dead. But as you quickly got up and looked at him his look got softer. You didn't apologize though, instead you glared at him "watch where you're going." You said rudely. But he didn't seem hurt, he just laughed a bit before walking off. Little did you know what door had opened up to you.

Every since that day he seemed to appear more and more, annoying the utter shit out of you. The albino man was just somehow always there, you wondered if he was the same as you. What do I mean by that? Well you're anomalous, nothing dangerous. Your body was just different, your cells healing much faster than the normal human. A broken limb that would usually take months to heal would only take a week for you. Sicknesses also avoided you, you had no feeling what it felt like to get sick and you were thankful for that. And since your ability was so simple it was extremely easy to hide. No researcher ever really asked if their fellow colleagues were okay unless they were friends or in some sort of relationship. You usually kept to yourself so no one ever asked when you got a paper cut how it just seemed to vanish.

As this man began to appear around the places you'd usually be, eventually the two of you became acquaintances. Learning that his name was Mikell and later on learning he was the elder brother to Dr. Amar. You two began to get along, you had made your first friend in the entire foundation. And slowly your relationship began to grow, it first started with flowers appearing in your office. Next it was lingering hugs, and finally the two of you began to sneak kisses in areas where no cameras could see them. Mikell always knowing the perfect spots, eventually you two took the next step becoming official.

The both of you dated for a good couple years before he popped the question during y'alls break outside the facility. Such a romantic sight, he had rented out a park and hired a few people to string up some lights in the trees and put up a banner asking you to marry him.

You of course said yes and your wedding happened next month at his home. A ranch that had been passed down through the family, the wedding was semi empty. Your [family members] being the only ones who showed up on your side and Mikell only had his parents and a few work colleagues show up on his. But the wedding was beautiful nonetheless.

A beautiful two years of being married, you had learned he was an 05 specifically he was the 6th one. Which did make you tense up a bit with the thought of him finding out you were an anomaly. You had also learned of his past being the legendary agent cowboy, and learning how he had been married before with a son. His son now despising him, you both were still young enough to try for kids. So you had both planned to have one eventually. Whether through adoption, surgency or just some way.

Until that night.

Mikell had come home early to see you trying to clean the top of a cabinet, your feet on their tippy toes under you a small ladder. As you tried to balance yourself you slipped back, falling back and hitting the back of your head on a corner of a table. You could hear Mikell gasp before rushing into the kitchen throwing his suitcase possibly on the couch. "Y/N! Shit hold on darlin'" he sat you up, blood covering the table corner and dripping onto your back. You held your head, your head hurting so badly you didn't realize what was happening. The headache stopped after a minute though and you could hear Mikell trying to find your wound. Your eyes widened as you tried to get away knowing what was about to happen "I'm okay Mikell! I swear!" He'd only respond with "what are you talkin about. There's blood everywhere, shit how are you even al-" then he paused his searching. He found it..he found the wound that was probably already healing. He slowly let go of you and sat back still on a knee. He starred at you, a look full of confusion, anger and worry. He looked around at the blood as if making sure you had actually gotten hurt before he looked back at you.

You sat against a cabinet looking down avoiding eye contact with him, he took a breath "Y/n." You glanced up at him, he could see the tears in your eyes "you're..you're an anomaly." He said as you slowly nodded your head "I..I thought I could keep it hidden..I just wanted to live a normal life" you cried as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. He didn't know what to do now, he knew his job required him to bring you in..but then you'd live the rest of your life as an SCP if they didn't grant you an allowance to be a staff member. You spoke again "you're gonna turn me in now aren't you?" Even though he had been thinking about it, hearing you question that he'd do that broke his heart. It filled his head with memories of his old family. His son who had been born anomalous and the awful things he did to protect his son from the SCPs gaze. He shook his head sitting next to you "no." He put an arm around you "*we* can keep this as our secret. You're my partner, I'm never going to betray you like that." He rubbed your arm as you leaned against him.

The night had been filled with him reassuring you, and after you were satisfied the two of you cleaned up the mess. Mikell already being used to cleaning up blood from his work inside the foundation it was done quickly.

To say your relationship with Mikell didn't change after that would be a lie, there were some awkward moments when you'd get hurt and he'd try to help just to watch the wound heal up slowly. He'd also question you at times asking questions like "were you born with this?" "Do you have any other abilities?" "Are your parents the same way?" And you'd always answer it. Even through this time though Mikell still loved you, he always slept in the same bed as you, always kissed you whenever he could, always planned dates with you. He loved you and nothing would change that luckily.

Hope you enjoyed this!! I tried to make it a lil angsty but also wholesome!

[sixx-writes]

       Mother

First Form/Imperfect Cell x Reader

Word Count: 4,868

cw: noncon, lactation, drug/toxin use, cunnilingus, overstimulation, breastfeeding

AO3 Version | Masterlist

Summary: AU where reader finds Cell’s egg in the woods and he’s just an alien instead of an android. (AKA my idea for Cell if he used a particular human as a surrogate ‘mother’ instead of eating people to reach his other forms). Meant to be scary/creepy so heed the tags for stuff you’re not comfy with but it is Cell after all so I hope I do it justice :D

Pt. 1 | 2 | 3

18+ ONLY NSFW BELOW THE CUT

The forest air is refreshing after weeks of working in the city it's absolute heaven to have these moments of silence to yourself. The leaves beneath your feet release a pleasant aroma as you hike along the old trail where you know not many people come anymore. You hadn't even bothered to bring your phone, the sounds of the birds your only background accompaniment, the only one that you actually needed for the next hour.

You'd brought along a pack with supplies for a picnic once you reached your destination, your stomach already starting to growl for lunch.

Your favorite spot by the pond is just as beautiful as you remember, a plush carpet of leaves covering the grass did nothing to hide how magical it was even in the fall. After your blanket was spread out and your lunch eaten you sat watching a pair of ducks circling over the water, their quacking audible from your spot. You started to space out like that, forgetting your troubles, when you heard a branch crack loudly somewhere off to your left from the way you'd came.

Automatically your head whipped around in the same direction trying to find the source.

While you'd never seen bears around the area there was the slim possibility of one showing up and you felt a little worried at leaving your phone in the car.

Off in the distance you saw.. something.

It was round and most certainly wasn't there when you'd came through the first time.

It lay beside a tree as if it had fallen from it like some type of nut but that was impossible because it appeared to be larger than a basketball and a pale shade of purple.

 What the hell.

The insane idea that someone had followed you and was pulling some type of prank sprang to mind but no one had even known of your trip. You had decided on it as a spur of the moment once you'd found out your weekend was free.

As if magnetically compelled you rose to your feet and moved towards the object.

Upon reaching it you could see that it was covered in small spikes and had a seam around it's middle highlighted by a bright yellow band that you hadn't noticed at first. It looked dangerous somehow was your immediate thought but you dismissed it in annoyance instead kneeling down to get a closer look. You had no idea what it could be or where it had came from and tentatively reached a hand towards it.

It's surface was unnervingly warm to the touch as you trailed your fingers across it, tracing along the seam feeling your breathing quicken.

You had no idea why it made you feel so nervous all of a sudden just being near it yet you couldn't seem to leave it alone either, lifting it up and turning it over for clues.

Finding none you forced a dry swallow and a near hysterical little giggle at your own stupidity.

It was then you heard a very distinctive tapping coming from inside as if responding to your voice.

You almost dropped it then but something told you that you shouldn't and caught it at the last second before it slipped from your hands.

After that you felt too freaked out to remain in the forest any longer, quickly gathering your things back into your pack, and for some inexplicable reason the round thing sat in the seat next to you on the drive home. You'd tried to get it to reproduce the sound even speaking to it directly in a choked whisper leaving you to wonder if you'd heard what you thought you'd heard at all.

Your insomnia tended to make your mind play tricks on you on occasion and by the time you reached your driveway you felt stupid for panicking so easily.

With a sigh you gathered up your things taking them inside, unpacking the dirty storage containers from your lunch into the sink and setting the mystery object on the couch after finding an old towel first to lay across the cushions. Another thing you'd noticed about it was how unnaturally clean it was. If it had been in the forest for a while it should have had dirt or leaves stuck to it but there wasn't a single speck of detritus anywhere to be found.

You grabbed your phone from the counter and started checking your messages, finding only a text from your mom which made you roll your eyes in exasperation. Despite living on your own she insisted on checking up on you every single day and you quickly typed out a response before moving on to clean the house before tomorrow. It was Sunday and already late, you wouldn't have time to do the chores after work as you had a date planned with a co worker who had been asking you out for months.

At first, you'd been against it, shitting where you eat was strictly against the rules but then you realized somewhere along the way since moving out you'd started to feel lonely.

You'd thought about getting a pet but you didn't have time to spend with with a dog and you weren't really a cat person.

After you were finished you flopped down onto the couch glancing at the time, already 10:30 p.m., yawning in exhaustion. You decided to watch at least one episode of your favorite show before you slept flipping over to Netflix and hitting play. Your eyes started to droop only ten minutes in and around twenty you'd fallen asleep with your head next to the mystery orb.

 Cr-ack.

You sat bolt upright confused at the loud noise that had awakened you.

It was dark except for the tv asking if you were still watching and you groaned at your misfortune. It was one of the rare times you had fallen asleep early and could have slept through the night.

"Shit."

You let your head fall back against the couch letting it roll to the side where you'd left the orb and--

--it wasn't there.

You blinked.

 Huh?

Your phone lay next to you on the end table and you reached for it turning on the flashlight and shining it around the room thinking you had knocked it off to the floor while you were sleeping. However, it wasn't in the living room at all anywhere that you could see, even going as far as looking under the tv stand.

Your skin was starting to crawl as you went to hit the light switch and you heard something scurry across the floor behind you nearly making you scream. You whipped the flashlight around trying to see the source, aiming it towards the kitchen, and that's when you saw the orb. It was split into two halves down the seam with a viscous liquid pooling around it where it dripped from the inside all over the floor.

 It's a fucking egg.

How the thought hadn't crossed your mind even once made you feel dumb even if the very idea of such a thing existing seemed ridiculous.

More scurrying, this time from the hallway.

You quickly flipped the kitchen light on mentally running down a list of possibilities. The most rational one was you calling the police and letting them remove whatever was currently running rampant in your house. The other more stupid one, the one that had you grabbing a broom for some meager sense of safety while you tried to find it by yourself, was the one you chose.

Like whatever had compelled you in the woods to bring the egg home was now compelling you not to involve other people. Not yet. You were curious more than anything and the moment someone else knew about it, the magic would be gone.

You heart stopped when you saw movement at the end of the hall where, thankfully, the basement door was closed.

Slowly, you brought the light up revealing the creature and it was.. you didn't know exactly.

It was small, chitinous, with four legs; it's body was that of an insect but it's eyes were something else. They held dark intelligence and appeared reptilian with slitted pupils as it assessed you in return. Already, it's body seemed to be too big to have fit inside the egg as if it had grown just in the short time since it had hatched. You wanted to turn on the hall light to get a better look at it but the switch was on the wall right above it's head and you still had no idea if it was dangerous.

 It looks dangerous.

In fact every instinct was telling you to get the fuck out of your house asap but what happened instead was you kneeling down a safe distance away trying to appear non-threatening.

"Hi," you said softly, "I'm y/n."

You couldn't explain why it felt like the right thing to do introducing yourself but somehow it just did. The creature produced that same sound in response to your voice you had thought was tapping but it was coming from it's abdomen. An odd rasping that you'd heard before from grasshoppers in the summer.

 Or cicadas.

It was unique to this thing and sounded like neither yet both at the same time.

It took a single step towards you and you couldn't suppress a flinch, noting it's hands and they way the three of it's fingers flexed across the linoleum. It's underdeveloped wings fluttered as it kept coming towards you and you couldn't help the wonder you felt despite your fear. It was a new species, of that you were sure, and once it was close enough you saw your hand go towards it, wanting to run your fingers over the dome of it's head.

It wasn't showing any aggression so you did just that, trembling fingertips lightly pressing at it's smooth carapace, lingering at the round protrusion in the center of it's forehead.

It continued to watch in silence until you stopped carefully pulling your hand back. No sudden movements seemed like a good idea.

"Are you hungry?"

 What do I feed an alien bug creature. I'm pretty sure the convenience store can't help with this..

It made that rasping sound again and you weren't sure if it was just trying to copy your voice or if it was saying yes. Both seemed stupid to you and you sighed not really sure what to do. In the end you decided to just try offering it random things you had on hand that it might enjoy. You knew that many insects were vegetarian that were similar to it biologically speaking, not that it was much to go off of in this case, so you tried to offer it some fruit after slicing it up.

It examined your offering before violently slapping the plate away sending apple flying everywhere and startling you.

"A no would have sufficed," you muttered, cleaning up the mess.

In the end it refused every type of food including some raw chicken and hamburger so you gave up before your kitchen was destroyed as it was just annoying the little beast more than anything. You went over to the egg shell examining it more closely for any clues but there wasn't much to be found. Just traces of some type of membrane that must have held the creature while it developed.

You set it out of the way and started to scrub the floor before the weird fluid had a chance to dry the creature watching you the entire time instead of exploring or looking for a way to escape as you might have expected. It further led you to believe that it was intelligent after all.

"Fuck," you said out loud. You remembered you had to go to work in a few hours and that meant leaving this thing alone and unattended the entire day. And then there was your date to think about. You could try to call in sick but that still left your date. You didn't enjoy the idea of ruining the opportunity at having someone to keep your bed warm for companionship and other reasons.

Those other reasons that you hadn't addressed in months.

Stress and life had gotten in the way and the most action you'd had was your own fingers and your vibrator. You'd meant to get batteries for it on the way home the day before your plans were waylaid by whatever the hell this thing was now living in your house.

 Why am I thinking of this like it's a permanent arrangement already?

Before leaving, you told the bug thing not to break your shit while you were away, reasoning with it as if it were a disobedient child. It only gave the same rasping answer at the sound of you speaking and you pinched the bridge of your nose already regretting your choices.

The day went by in a haze, partially from your insomnia, partially from being distracted by the alien you'd left in your house.

That was the conclusion you'd arrived at, there was no way something so bizarre could have ever been from earth, and it was more troubling than anything to think about. You had nearly forgotten your date altogether and cursed yourself for how easily your life was getting derailed. You needed to appear normal if you wanted to keep this secret to yourself if your few close friends started to worry about you that would only mean that they would try to pay you a visit.

Your date, a sandy haired guy named Taylor, had made reservations at a Chinese place about an hour away from your town and you tried your best to seem present. Laughing when appropriate and pretending to be interested when he told a story about his sister winning at some game show but your thoughts wouldn't stop wandering.

"Hm?" you said.

"I said are you alright? You've barely eaten and you seem a little out of it today," Taylor is frowning with concern which is the last thing you needed. You made up a lie involving your insomnia. Thankfully you had a valid reason you could back up with evidence from your doctor so he let it go. You apologized for not feeling well and the two of you went your separate ways for the evening.

You didn't feel relief until the keys were in your front door and you were on the way inside your house, calling out for the bug.

You don't see it anywhere at first and after searching the entire upstairs twice over you decide to check the basement. The door is ajar which is alarming, you were certain you'd shut it before you'd left, already feeling uneasy. You went for a stronger flashlight from the pantry before returning and slowly pushing the door around. You hated yourself for never getting the ceiling light repaired from when it broke almost six months ago.

 Horror movie cliche moment.

"Are you down here?" your voice was quiet to your own ears. You nearly screamed on the fourth step down when it creaked loudly making your grasp on the flashlight loosen at the same time so it nearly tumbled through your fingers. You stopped on the stairs near the bottom, sweeping the beam around in the darkness until you found what you were looking for. Your legs felt like jelly with relief until..

..you noticed it was just an empty shell.

The bug's body, or its chrysalis, sat in the corner. It's back was split open and more of that viscous fluid was everywhere.

Gooseflesh erupted all over your body and you had the very distinct feeling that you were being watched all of a sudden.

Without waiting another second you bolted back up the stairs, slamming the door behind you and locking the deadbolt before running into your bedroom and shutting it as well and locking it. You curled your knees to your chest as the weight of what was happening started to set in. The realization of just how much you were out of your depth was a cold hard pill to take.

You needed to call the police.

You needed to..

Your eyes slid across the floor noticing the large puddles of fluid that you hadn't before leading to the side of your bed.

Almost as if..

No.

You couldn't believe that.

You refused to believe that.

Then you heard a sound coming from underneath you. The insect rasping of the alien that distorted into a man's voice. A low masculine humming that made your stomach feel like it was going to fall out of your ass any second. Many things hit you at once. Notably how it was waiting here for you all along and you had just locked yourself inside with it being the most prominent.

That low humming continued while you hyperventilated trying to gather the courage for what you would have to do next.

You made it as far as your hand around the doorknob before something was around your ankle, tripping you and sending you to the floor on your stomach with a pained grunt.

Automatically your hands flew to the thing that had a hold on you trying to pry it off, your fear numbed brain mistaking whatever it was for a snake at first, until you noticed the deadly barb at the end. A tentacle? A tail? You don't know and you don't care, unable to keep yourself from yelling in full blown panic as you thrashed. The bed shook and lifted off the floor knocking against the table with the lamp on it sending it to the floor to join you with a definitive crash and plunging the room into darkness.

In the final moments before you're left blind you caught a glimpse of two pale pink eyes staring back at you from under the bed.

You continued to fight until something rose up in front of the window.

An incomprehensible shape with too many sharp edges and absolutely massive in size is silhouetted by the moonlight shocking you into momentary submission.

"I'm hungry," it said in a raspy, human, baritone making your heart flip unevenly.

You've never been so afraid. Not even when you'd stolen your mom's car and flipped it into a ditch when you were a teenager could you recall anything so fucking terrifying happening to you.

It's tail snaked it's way around your mid section and flung you back onto the bed, reversing your positions so you could get a look at it.

You thought your heart might just stop altogether at the sight of the insect humanoid that filled the other side of the room. At your expression of absolute horror it's mouth orifice, more like a beak, twisted into an amused smirk that you didn't like the look of one bit. Though it hadn't done anything to harm you so far the only feelings you got from the creature were pure malevolence.

You scrambled backwards trying to make it off the other side of the bed but before you could the alien darted forward in a movement too fast for you to follow kicking the side and slamming it into the wall effectively trapping you. When you'd originally moved into your house you had been surprised at how big your bedroom was. Almost too big. Now, with your back against the wall and knees against against your chest trying to make yourself shrink by sheer willpower alone, the room was the same size as a cardboard box.

You jumped when it's fingers met your leg lightly stroking it over your sweats. A moment of deceptive gentleness before it had you in a crushing grip, dragging you back out to the edge of the mattress, literally kicking and screaming until your thighs hit the hard exoskeleton covering it's hips. It didn't seem to mind your resistance at all, still smiling in amusement while you wondered how exactly it planned to kill you. You had your answer when the barb of it's tail was at your throat making you go still instantly for fear of cutting yourself in your struggles.

Both of your hands were pinned above your head in one of it's own while it traced your pulse just light enough not to cut.

"What are you?" you were stunned that your voice came out at all, choked and fragile as you sounded.

Slitted pupils constricted at the question, "I'm Cell. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Before you could react you felt a sharp prick into your neck and your mouth dropped open soundlessly. The effects of it were immediate, your body started to tingle at first like a limb falling asleep, and then it felt like fire was spreading out through every vein and blood vessel. You didn't notice when it, Cell, released your wrists, your eyes rolled up into your head while you convulsed, an unknown toxin circulating through your body.

 This is it. I'm going to die to some weird alien bug freak like a complete jackass.

You resented yourself more than the creature during those moments of pure agony knowing that everything happening to you could have been prevented. You at least took solace that it was you instead of another innocent hiker in an attempt at trying to find a silver lining. But then, those full body spasms finally stopped, and the awful pain started to abate leaving you drenched in a cold sweat. You panted trying to center your thoughts seeing double of Cell's face hovering over you and you wondered if you had brain damage.

Your vision finally centered itself but you could tell that something still wasn't right. You felt a pulsing in your breasts that made your eyes widen in confusion as your nipples became hyper sensitive, "What did you do to me?"

"Just rewriting your biology a bit for my needs."

Your shirt was dragged up exposing your bra and you discovered that your arms were like twin lead weights attached to your shoulders refusing to lift even an inch to fight back. To your increasing terror you noticed that the fabric of your bra cups was wet and your immediate assumption was that you were bleeding. Cell impatiently snapped the middle of the garment into two halves like it was nothing freeing your aching mounds to the cool air which gave some relief to whatever was happening.

Cell's tongue slipped out, obscenely long and dripping with saliva, dragging across one of your wet nipples and you gave a loud sexual moan in response. Because it felt good and that was somehow worse than if it had hurt you. His hand came up and massaged your throbbing tissues encouraging more of the fluid to come out. You were moaning and panting ceaselessly under him, still unable to move, but if you had you would have probably gripped his head encouraging him to do it harder because it just wasn't enough.

You wanted him to suck your tits although it clearly wasn't possible and you let out a frustrated growl.

"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to escape?" Cell drawled mocking you.

A playful nip from his beak at one of your over-sensitized buds dissolved any response you were about to give and instead all you could manage was a string of incoherent noise. Cell chuckled darkly, his tail coming back up over his shoulder, and you were too weak and desperate to feel afraid anymore seeing that deadly stinger poised over you for the second time.

Not even when it opened up at the end into a gaping orifice of some kind dripping with sticky fluids along the folds of it's insides.

The only thing you felt was morbid fascination as he brought it down to your unoccupied breast, adding to the mess of already leaking fluid where it drooled onto your skin, before suctioning your flesh into a tight wet vacuum. You whined at the sensation of it's rhythmic pulsing and Cell let out a groan of his own as he milked you feeding off of your induced lactation.

You had barely noticed how soaked you were between your legs until Cell started to move lower, his long tongue slithering over your stomach until it hit the band of your sweats. It jolted you into some level of lucidity when it dipped underneath threatening entry into your panties while Cell's unblinking predatory stare stayed on your face watching your strained expressions closely.

"Wait," you said remembering that you should be trying to stop what was happening.

Surprisingly he listened to you, the tip of his tongue paused just above your slit, so close to brushing your aching clit where you suddenly needed attention more than anything. He was smirking at you knowingly, the scent of your arousal very obvious to his keen sense of smell and very thick hanging around the two of you. He could wait if it meant that you would surrender on your own. It only made what came next that much sweeter.

Your nerve endings were pure fire by then, every inch of your skin was over-sensitive and adding to the pressure between your legs from even the lightest caress. Every suck at your breast sent a throbbing sensation straight to your cunt so intense it felt as if you would come without being touched there. Cell's tail detached from your breast with an indecent pop before moving to the other setting off even more pleasurable sensations after being neglected for so long.

"I.."

"Yes?" Cell was enjoying your suffering a great deal, "What do you want, human? Try using your words."

He could see the pain in your face as you struggled to fight against your urges and it made him wish he had already attained his Perfect form to give you what you what you truly desired.

"God. I just.. need.."

You weren't making sense inside your head or out of it trying to piece your thoughts into something coherent just wasn't happening.

"L-Let me.. I need you to let me.. c-come," wasn't what you had wanted to say. You wanted to tell Cell to stop and let you go but that was before you were reduced to a weak drooling version of yourself that just needed her pussy licked and filled with something. Otherwise you were going to go insane.

Another sinister chuckle came from between your legs before he obliged your request and let that disgusting tongue slither into your panties. It took hardly any effort, dragging between the swollen flesh of your pussy lips back and forth across your clit only a few times brought you to orgasm. Your entire body tensed violently and your mouth dropped open into a silent scream of near agony from pleasure so mind numbing you could hardly take it. Cell didn't give you a chance to recover, still stroking across the engorged nub far past the point of over stimulation, but you were simply too weak to say or do anything to make it stop.

Your second orgasm was just as strong and this time you did manage to scream drowning out the vulgar symphony of wet sounds being performed on your body as Cell devoured you. You were relieved for only a moment when he finally stopped lapping at your clit only to plunge inside you instead. Your back arched off of the bed in response as you tried to close your thighs around his head. Cell easily spread them back apart as wide as they would go plunging his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt while rolling it along the insides making sure to stimulate that spongy patch of nerves that made you lose the temporary control you had regained over your muscles.

"You leak more when I do this. Does it feel good?" Cell's voice seemed to come from far off. He sounded amused.

"Yes. Don't stop."

"Then look at me."

You managed to lift your head enough to see the alien tongue fucking your cunt, his hand spread over your stomach to hold you down, and when you did as he asked he moved it out of the way. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you realized you could see his tongue beneath your skin rippling with each thrust. It was utterly grotesque and made you come harder than you ever had before; every contraction of your orgasm so powerful that his movements stopped almost entirely from how tight you were. You let your head fall back burying your face in your hands completely overwhelmed by it all on the verge of guttural sobbing.

You weren't sure how much longer it went on for like that until you were completely drained and Cell had his fill finally releasing you from his horrifically pleasurable torture.

"I will see you again soon, human. Try not to run too far," he said, before leaving you alone in your room.

You heard the front door opening before you passed out already mentally making plans to sell the house.

[littleoanh]

Hey! Hope you don't mind me requesting about the bonten trio (could be individually or poly, your choice) suddenly turning into cats after our reader here accidentally spilled this drug she bought online that was said to keep people stunned, which would be perfect for her future missions, it sure did stun people but she didn't know that it'll turn people into cats.

Mikey had you taking care of them since it's your fault lmao

The drug lasted for 4 days but when they finally turned back to normal, the cat ears and tails remain with the addition of them being extremely needy like cats in heat, and now you're required to take care of their... Needs. (The smut part but you don't have to make it if you don't wanna)

Is this weird? Omg ⊙﹏⊙

Anyways have a good day!

A/N: Hello darling!! I haven’t written a (semi) hybrid type before … I did my best (TT.TT). Also I hope you don’t mind, I change a small part of your request but it should still follow what you are asking for. 

Cat-astrophe

Characters: [Cat boys!] Bonten Trio x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, hungover (mentioned drinking, smoking, and taking molly), pill tablets (turn Bonten Trio into cats), Bonten Trio are being troublemakers as cats (zoomies, napping, peeing on furniture/closet, making biscuits, napping on undergarments, scratching and biting), and hybrid smut (foursome, minor non-con, groping, dry humping, mention breeding, unprotected vaginal sex, anal sex, blowjobs, brief Rinzu moment, creampies, and swallowing cum)  

Special Thanks: @rindoom, @sweetbbyshion, @mekiza, @dark-mnjiro, and @i-am-tiny-sun for giving me writing ideas and advice for male cat’s behaviors. And a shout out to EB for proofreading and beta reading! 

Like, reblogging, and kind comments are appreciated.

Being in Mikey’s office is unusually chilly, not because it’s cold but because of how cold and empty his eyes stare into yours. The type of stare that sends chills up and down your spine and the hair on the back of your neck stands tall. His poker face is unreadable. You have no idea what he is thinking and deep down, it scares the shit out of you. The longer he watches you, the harder your heart pounds against your chest.

There is a light nudge against your bosom, your eyes glance downwards to find one of three small cats you’re holding in your arms, look at you and purr. The small cats you have in your arms are very unique and can’t be found in any pet store. Not even the black market would they have them.  The one that is nudging you has long purple and black fur. The one in the middle has short purple and black fur and is snuggling against your sternum. The last cat has long pink fur and earrings on his tiny, pointed ears. He meows to grab Mikey’s attention.

“...How?” Mikey finally breaks the silence, you take a big gulp before proceeding with caution.

“Well …”

[Flashback]

“I think this is the end for me… I’m dying.” Sanzu laid on the cold hardwood floor with an awful hangover. Last night, the Bonten Trio and you went club hopping. A lot of drinking, smoking, and taking ecstasy took place. In the early hours of the morning, you all decided to crash at your apartment since it was the closest.   

“I feel sick.” Rin was nauseated and sweating profusely. He began regretting taking so many shots while rolling. Except doing the body shot with you. Ran had double vision. The room was spinning and it seemed like there were clones of everyone in the room.

“We should get some Ochazuke.” You suggested. You were the only one that opted out of taking molly. Your throat was dried from singing, cheering, shouting, and dehydration though. (Ochazuke is a bowl of rice with assorted toppings and the soup base can either be green tea or broth. Good for hangovers.) They all murmured in agreement to have it delivered to your apartment. You tumbled toward your bedroom to find your cell phone and place the order.

“Fuck, I need some antacid.” Sanzu struggled getting up to find some tablets to help with his upset stomach. His droopy eyes saw a bottle on your counter, “Oh here it is…” He picked up the bottle and uncapped it.

“Give us one too.” Rin tiredly lifted himself up, Sanzu gave him two tablets and Rin crawled across the room to hand one to his big brother. The three of them plopped it in their mouths and swallowed it.

“Something… doesn’t feel right.” Ran sat up from the couch, there was definitely something wrong with his body.

“Yeah… the fuck was in that antacid.” Both Rin and Ran staggered toward Sanzu, snatching the bottle from his hand to read. His eyes bulged out, “The fuck, Sanzu?! This isn’t antacid you dumb-” The Bonten Trio all dropped to the ground, the bottle in Rin’s hand spilled the pills on the floor. 

“What are you guys-?” Your eyes widened at the scene, instantly sobering up, “Oh, what the fuck?!” You ran over to Ran first as he is the closest, you checked his pulse to find him still alive and breathing normally. Then you checked both Sanzu and Rin to confirm they are fine. You saw the spilled content on the floor, wondering what they took. You picked up the bottle from Rin’s hand. “Oh SHIT.” They took a pill from your online purchase that is supposed to temporarily stunned people. “Okay… no need to panic.” You gave yourself a pep talk, “They will be okay. What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

Then the worst thing that happened. 

POOF! 🌫 POOF! 🌫POOF! 🌫

“WHAT IN THE NAME IN HELL IS HAPPENING?!” The sudden explosion of smoke startled you and you started coughing, trying to fan out the smoke. Once it was cleared up, something strange happened. Bonten Trio’s bodies disappeared but their clothes remained on the floor. “Where-where did they go?!” Your mind was thrown in a loop of panic and confusion, thinking you had accidentally taken out Bonten’s no. 2 and two important executives. 

“Meow?” Your ears perked up. Was that the sound of a cat? More meowing surrounded the room. Looking down for the source of the sound, you thought you were hallucinating. Three small cats coming out of the clothes, one pink and two black and purple cats.

“What-what? What the fuck is this…?” The small cats appeared to be confused as well, “Ran…? Rin? Sanzu?” They all looked up at you, responding to your call, “Oh. My. God.” You placed both hands on your mouth in shock, “You guys turned into cats!” You snatched the pill bottle from the floor again to look at the warning label, in very small block letters … it mentioned this will turn the user into a cat… “WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD THEY PRINT THIS IN SMALL BLOCK LETTERS?!”

[End Flashback]

“I called the company threatening to kill every single one of them… and then I came here.” You finish telling your story to Mikey of what happened while petting Ran’s head on your lap. Rin is laying on your shoulder, snuggling into the crook of your neck. Sanzu is on Mikey’s lap purring while Mikey is surprisingly petting Sanzu’s head. “They said they should return back to normal in four days.” 

“I see…” Mikey continues to pet Sanzu with a poker face. You are uncertain if he is planning your demise or torturing you for turning his top men into cats. His dark orbs are now staring in your direction. “You’re off from missions until further notice.” You gulp nervously. Rin licks your neck in comfort. “You will be taking care of them and keeping them safe. You’re dismissed.” 

“Yes, Mikey.” You gather Rin, Ran, and Sanzu into your arms and walk out of Mikey’s office. You let out a deep sigh, they start wiggling around in your arms, giving you their big cat wide eye looks. “Okay, I will have to take care of you guys… how hard can it be?”

You spoke… way too soon. THESE BOYS WERE TROUBLEMAKERS.

Rin was the calmest cat between the three, but he does have zoomies in the random hours of the night, frequently pouncing (lovingly surprise attack) you, and gave you the most evil look when he wants you to pay attention to him. Ran wasn’t that terrible, he is normally sleeping underneath the sun rays with his feet up in the air (which you found adorable and discreetly took photos). Completely relaxed. He has a mischievous side though. He would sneak in the bathroom to watch you shower or change, constantly making biscuits and snuggling against your breasts. Sometimes you would find him in your panty drawer too, sleeping on top of your undergarments. Sanzu… was the worst one of the three. It was like he purposely torments you. Climbing on top of cabinets and pushing items off with an evil smile. He pees on all your furniture AND your closet while staring at you dead in the eyes. Every time you try picking him up, he scratches you or bites you. 

Four days was too long. 

You practically beg them to be good on the last day, luckily they comply. It’s a peaceful last day. They all snuggle up with you on your bed and you can feel their warmth from sleeping underneath the sun. It is the perfect ending… As you sleep, you begin having vivid dreams. Pleasure rolls over your body and you sigh contently. Soon it begins to feel too real. You slowly flutter your eyes open, am I still dreaming?

Ran, Rin, and Sanzu are somewhat back to normal, completely naked but their cat ears and tails remain. Your tank top was lifted, your bare tits are being groped and licked by both Ran and Sanzu. Rin is straddling you, rubbing his raw cock against your clothed pussy. “Wha-what are you guys doing?” They continue with their task at hand as if in trance, not hearing your question. You try to pry them off of you but Sanzu grabs hold of both your wrists and  holds it above your head. 

“[Y/n] …” Sanzu licks your wrist up to your fingers and then sucks them while his lustful eyes gaze into yours. 

“Sanzu, why are you doing this?” You try not to moan but your hips thrusts forward, betraying you. The way he sucks on your fingers is too erotic.

“We can’t help it… it’s too much.” Ran’s purple hues are now looking at yours, they are glossy and his mouth is practically drooling over your nipple. 

“What’s too much?” You ask breathlessly.

“Need to breed you.” Rin’s downturned eyes are feverish, not slowing down his humping. “Wanna feel your warmth. Please…” 

“We wanna feel you.” Sanzu’s tail slithers back and forth on your stomach, pleading to touch you even more. The movement is so deviously smooth and titillating, it makes your eyes flutter.  

“We promise we will make you feel good.” Ran continues to play with your nipple with his fingers, tugging at it as he kisses up towards your collarbone. “Let us breed you.” Your eyes widen, you never crossed this far in line with your coworkers before. 

“No-no. I can’t do that.” You try to get away from them but they firmly hold you down in place. 

“[Y/n], you promised us!” Rin’s needy tone surprises you, you never heard him like that before.

Sanzu leans down and talks huskily into your ear. “Mikey said you have to take care of us.” He moves down to bite your shoulder and you let out a whimper, wanting more.

“So you need to take care of our needs.” Ran licks on the side of your face, reminding you that Mikey did say you have take care of them. Letting out a sigh, you lift your hands, caressing both Ran’s and Sanzu’s cheek. Their cheeks are so warm.

“Just… just this once.” Ran and Sanzu practically rip your tank top off with their long nails, while Rin grips your booty shorts and panties and yanks it off in one fluid motion. You barely have time to blink before you're put into a kneeling position in the middle of the bed. Rin in front, Sanzu behind, and Ran is standing in front of you with his hung cock in your face.

“[Y/n], please touch me…” Ran begs you while stroking his hard cock. You grab his length and slowly stroke it. It is thick, you’re uncertain if it can fit in your mouth. Rin rubs his tip against your wet folds before sinking into you.

“Ah!” You are surprised how big Rin is. You hold onto his shoulders to keep from losing balance, your body shaking hard from the pleasure. Ran sees his chance to shove his cock into your mouth mid-moan. He moans, feeling the vibrations of your moans on his cock. The sensation was overwhelming. He grips your hair, pulling himself further into your mouth.

“Feel so good. So warm.” Rin fucks into you in hard and deep, making you moan louder into Ran’s cock. The fit is so tight, it’s like a vise grip on his cock. 

“Good girl.” Ran uses his tail to wrap around your throat while thrusting, making your jaw go slack. Drool drips down your chest. Sanzu rubs your wetness from underneath, stroking Rin in the process. You shudder hard when they moan in unison. It was music to your ears. Sanzu runs his pulsing cock under the three of you, coating his shaft in your wetness. He then pushes his cock into your puckered hole. You nearly scream from the pain.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay.” Sanzu coos while having his tail stroke your face to help relax you. “I promise it will feel good.” He plays with your nipples, pulling and tweaking them while Rin reaches his hand down to play with your clit to help relax you. Sanzu inches his dick slowly, trying to go deeper. “Such a good girl.” He praises you, voice low and husky until he bottoms out. He waits patiently, leaving open mouth kisses all over your back. “So tight. I can almost cum instantly.” He licks your ear before biting it. “Can I please move now?” His voice strains with neediness. You nod, giving him consent.

Sanzu pulls back out then slams into you, Rin and Ran follow the same rhythm. The intensity and pleasure makes Rin even more needy. Seeing how unfocused Sanzu’s expression is, Rin reaches out to tug his hair and slams his lips onto his. Sanzu immediately reciprocates, gripping Rin’s jaw. Their tongues dance with each other. It gets sloppier. Drool drips from both of their swollen lips. Your mind is going blank causing your vision to get blurry. You lift your hand to play with Ran’s balls, squeezing them and earn a purr from him. 

“Fuck baby, please do it again.” He begs you. Rin is now busily licking, sucking, and biting your now red tits. Marking you. Seeing how fucked out you are, makes him even more feral. He roughly fucks you harder, getting closer to ejaculation. 

“S’close. S’close.” He repeatedly announced, his thrusts are getting sloppier by the second. 

“Me too.” Sanzu says breathily, continuously rutting his dick into your asshole. 

“I’m cummin’!” Ran goes deeper into your throat, letting out a deep moan. You gag but he holds your head firm, shooting his warm cum down your throat, forcing you to drink it all. Rin is next to shoot his cum into your cunt and Sanzu follows. The immense amount of throbbing cocks cumming inside of you, pulls you over. You convulse violently through your intense orgasm, holding onto Rin’s shoulders again.  You went limp in Sanzu’s arms, trying to catch your breath. The boys are snickering at your jelly form, sprawling over them. 

“We’re not done with you yet.” Sanzu grips your jaw and kisses your cheek.

“Rinnie, you can’t keep hogging her. It’s my turn next.” Rin reluctantly removes his cock from your soaking pussy and lets his older brother replace him.

It’s only for just one night, right?

[End]

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