#she couldn't even wait for her to apply it. let me repeat. she couldn't even WAIT. for her. TO APPLY IT 💀

[liyazaki]

use the balm. what for? so many questions- I’ll do it for you.

GAP THE SERIES | EP. 5 [2022-2023]

[seaformoon]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Too busy?

c/w: gp!bada... fluff.. needy bada... sum smut too— couldn't help it... cunnilingus... switch!bada

a/n: didn't proofread

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Bada sits on the bed and snuggles against your side while intently looking at you as you type whatever on your laptop.

"hold my hand."

you were too busy and focused working on your resume to apply for a job. you just ignored bada, your mind blocking any sound from your ears.

"baby, hold my hand?" she repeats as her hand snakes under your shirt and to your stomach, mindlessly rubbing and tracing invisible hearts on it.

"—huh??" you snap out of it and shake your head, looking at your stomach and to your right shoulder where bada is currently nuzzling her face in.

she lifts her head from your shoulder to look at you with a deadpanned face.

"whats got you so busy that you're ignoring me?"

you leaned in to place a soft, apologetic kiss on her forehead then nose. "I'm sorry, love.. I'm working on my resume. yknow, to get a job and stuff."

"you don't need it.." she pouts, her eyebrows furrowed. "and you forgot to kiss my lips."

bada looks at your lips and back to your eyes.

"Huh-"

she cuts you off. "And we're supposed to be holding hands but you were ignoring me."

you look at her for a few seconds and before you could say anything, she starts rambling.

"let's kiss, baby. oh hold hands— no, both- wait actually, can we-"

"bada, I'm busy, okay? we can do anything you want later." you reached out to cup her cute mochi cheek that you love so much

she whined softly and rubbed her cheek on your palm.

"i said you don't need it, baby. I provide for us, don't I?"

of course she did, you knew that and you were grateful. but you wanted to help out. even if it was just buying her favorite peach jelly snacks. or to help out with tax.. and water bills.. and electric-

"i like being the one to provide for us, i do. really. and I want to. you can forget about contributing with tax and all that. okay?"

damn, it was like she could read your mind.

you sigh and your hand falls to your lap and bada took the chance to intertwine her fingers with yours. "i like the way your hand fits mine."

"bada..." you whined. you knew she wasn't going to let you finish your resume, just like all the other times you tried to. thats why you wanted to do this as fast as possible.

"shh...as long as you're with me, you don't have to worry, yeah?"

she shut your laptop and pushed it aside.

"now stop worrying your pretty little head and just let me give you anything you need and want."

bada crawled on top of you and yanked your thighs apart. she was eager. she wanted– no, needed this.

she needed you.

you've been busy with unnecessary things and she felt neglected.

"been craving you, baby..." she mumbled, untying the drawstrings of your silk shorts. like an eager child opening their present for Christmas.

"you keep ignoring me and now that i got you.. I'm not letting you go." she paused, her eyes flicking up to yours. "not until i say so. understand, baby?"

you nod with a whimper with your hands clenching on your sides.

she chuckled placing a few gentle slaps on your clothed pussy. "Use your words." she removed your shorts and panties with one swift move.

bada looked so damn hot on top of you that you could barely keep it together. "Yea..yeah. I understand, bada."

bada hummed in approval, massaging your thighs. she leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your forehead, trailing down to your temple.. you're cheek.. your jaw.. then her plump lips parted to lick your bottom lip before pulling you in a soft and slow make-out.

after awhile, you were getting impatient so you started bucking your hips up to meet hers for friction and that didn't go unnoticed by bada.

she pulled away from the "mm? getting impatient already?" she teased, kissing her way down to your neck and going further down not before leaving hickeys.

"I... love.. you." bada said in between making hickeys in your neck, chest and stomach.

"so much, baby. so so much."

"i love you more, bada.."

bada gently shook her head.

"most."

bada always had the last word. all you could do was chuckle in amusement. "what a sap."

she kissed your abdomen and went down to your folds. they were already slick and shiny that bada wanted to stop the romantic shit and eat you out senseless.

"im a sap only for you." she grinned, looking up at you. her tongue darted out to lick a slow, flat strip from your aching cunt to your sensitive clit.

"wait— hnnn.." you clenched the bedsheets in your fists. you didn't know you could get this sensitive just from her talking.

"you taste so fucking good." she placed kisses on your clit as her right hand snaked under your thigh and over your stomach to hold you down. her left hand reached to hold your hand.

"tell me i can have you, baby. tell me i can have this pretty pussy."

"please, bada... I need you..." you whimpered, looking down at her.

that's all it took for bada to dive her tongue in your cunt, fucking her tongue in and out of you. you let out strangled moans and whines as she gladly drank every drop you gave her.

you squeezed her hand and your hips bucked out of sensitivity. you barely got to move your hips with Bada's arm across your stomach, pinning you down.

"bada– fuck.. I need to cum..."

you feel her smile against your cunt before kissing it and pulling away, her gaze on you. the whine you let out was pathetic but it was everything to bada. "im here.. shh.. don't worry. I'll give you what you need."

she squeezed your hand and caressed it with her thumb to reassure you.

"i always do, don't i?" she added

bada chuckled and dived back in to flick her tongue on your clit.

her tongue felt so fucking good you felt like you were floating, your mind filled with bada and bada only.

your eyes were lidded, fluttering. your hips moved, grinding on her mouth, trying to chase your orgasm. bada kept her gaze on you and the view she's seeing was too beautiful.

she starts grinding her clothed cock on the bed, getting off to the sight of you. bada whined before wrapping her lips around your clit, sucking harshly.

"fuck!" you screamed. your free hand flies down to tangle her hair in between your fingers.

bada moaned at the feeling and she started to suckle on your clit, tugging on it.

and oh.. that did it for you.

your lips parted into an 'o' shape, thighs clamped on either sides of her head, squishing her. your back arched and your hand pulls on her hair making her groan. you cum, making your entire body hypersensitive and twitch.

you felt so sensitive, letting out a series of whimpers, moans, and gasps as she kept suckling on you.

seeing you cum made bada grind her clothed cock harder on the bed, chasing the orgasm she also needed. she kept working her mouth on you while grinding on the bed. hell, she never felt so good grinding on the bed.

with one last hard grind, her hot and and heavy cock spurted out thick, creamy ribbons of cum inside her pants. her hips jerked in sensitivity as her boxers filled with pent up cum.

"hng.. baby– fuck..." bada whined softly, sheepishly burying her face into your wet and puffy cunt.

as you came down from your high, you finally made out sounds of bada whimpering and whining like a baby. you were dumbfounded as you looked down in between your legs where her face buried.

"love..? you okay?" you let go of her hair and propped yourself on your elbow, your hand gently tugging on hers.

"bada. hey... are you okay?"

"hn.. 'm sensitive..."

you could only chuckle, tilting your head in amusement. "you came, love?"

she nods against your cunt, still not looking at you. it was adorable seeing her like this. she acts like a puppy sometimes. a puppy stuck in a giant's body.

"hold me." bada mumbled, not even giving you space to let you hold her in your arms. you smile softly, opting to caress her hair for a bit.

"puppy, you okay now?"

you to tease her with the nickname but you tilt your head, receiving no reaction.

"puppy?"

.......

the giant puppy fell asleep with her face buried in between your thighs.

weird.

weird... but adorable.

"sleep well, my puppy."

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a/n: first post. feedback pls🙏

[lovesuhng]

Loved - Na Jaemin

couple: Jaemin x fem!reader genre: fluff; slightly suggestive; friends to lovers w.c: 1.3k synopsis: You have always been insecure about some things, including your body, but your best friend is going to make you feel like the most beautiful woman and, above all, loved. warnings: The protagonist has some marks on her body like stretch marks and scars, and it is also implied that she is plus-size. a/n: Once again, this idea came to me while I was coming back from college. I wanted to write a story with the protagonist having tattoos, so I used one of my tattoos as inspiration (the tattoo in the photo is mine hehehe), and sorry, I don't know how to write suggestive scenes.

"When are you going to buy a car, Nana?" The day had been as chaotic as possible, and to top it off, you and your friend Jaemin got caught in a sudden rainstorm as you left the university. You had just arrived at your apartment, which was the closest.

"Maybe in about 10 years, if I can get a job. Cars are not cheap!" 

"10 years? That's a long time! But okay, now go and take a shower. Your luck is that I still have your clothes," you said, returning from your room, handing Jaemin a hoodie and sweatpants he had left in your apartment one day. "I'll make something for us to eat. Pasta?"

"It's the only thing you know how to make," Jaemin said, entering your bathroom.

"AND IF YOU COMPLAIN, YOU WON'T EAT!"

While Jaemin showered, you took off your wet clothes, put on a robe (after all, you were going to take a shower as soon as your friend finished, and you couldn't risk catching a cold), put water on the pasta to boil, and started preparing the ingredients for the sauce. Some time later, with the pasta cooking and the sauce being finished, Jaemin came out of the shower and caught your attention. You knew your best friend was very handsome, but the sight of him freshly showered was out of this world, especially because he hadn't put on a shirt. Wet hair, strong arms that you easily imagined around your body, the defined abs from the hours he spent at the gym, the sweatpants slightly lowered, showing the waistband of his underwear. In short, that was a sight that easily made you nervous and disconcerted. Jaemin was also nervous because seeing you in just a robe and wet hair played with a man's imagination.

"I-I'm going to take a shower and be back for us to eat. KEEP AN EYE ON THE PASTA!"

After a warm and relaxing shower, you changed clothes, put a towel on your hair, and went to the kitchen, where you found the table set and your friend waiting for you to have dinner.

"Look at everything being so neat. Ready to get married, huh?"

Jaemin just smiled because deep down, he wanted to repeat this scene with you every night. You spent some time eating and talking, discussing some gossip from the university and Jaemin's internship. After dinner, you convinced him to do a skincare routine, since, with the heavy rain, Jaemin would stay overnight at your apartment, something that happened frequently.

In the bedroom, you were sitting on your bed, where Jaemin was looking for a movie for you both to watch, and you were just lamenting how tired you were.

"I'm so tired that I would do anything not to have to comb this hair. You could do it for me, right?" "Okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? Are you really going to comb my hair?"

"Aren't you tired? I'll do it for you."

"Man, you're the best! The comb and the cream are on the little table over there."

You were almost regretting letting Jaemin comb your hair. It wasn't that he was bad; on the contrary, he was very careful, applied the cream, and untangled your strands in such a delicate way. The issue was his proximity that made you very nervous. You were practically between his legs, hoping he wouldn't hear your heart beating so fast. When he finished, you made a move to leave, but Jaemin's strong hands embraced your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

"Any problem?" Your voice came out faltering, like a whisper, making him notice your nervousness.

"The only problem is that I can't hide what I feel for you."

You were incredulous at your friend's declaration. You still couldn't understand that Jaemin also felt something for you.

"I fell in love with you the day I saw you running late on the first day of high school." Jaemin stroked your arm gently, as if he were passing a feather over it. The touch was delicate, subtle, and he listed all your qualities. "I love how dedicated you are, I love when you make me laugh, I love when you care, saying that I should go out more or that I should have some tea when you think I'm going to get sick. I love when you cry watching '10 Things I Hate About You' or the end of High School Musical 3. I love every detail about you, including your tattoos, which make you even more beautiful." Then, you felt Jaemin's sweet lips kissing each little heart on your right arm, going up from your shoulder to your neck, giving you shivers. Jaemin turned you around, making you sit on his lap, looked deeply into your eyes, and asked, "Do you feel something for me too?"

You just nodded.

"Baby, I need you to say it to me." He caressed your cheek, maintaining eye contact. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Since the moment I first saw you. I love you, Jaemin."

Jaemin broke the almost nonexistent space and kissed you. A sweet, calm kiss, but eagerly anticipated, happening at the right moment. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Jaemin said between the kisses, making you smile. The kiss became hotter, and you were running out of air. So, he pulled away from your mouth and went straight to your neck, while you closed your eyes, enjoying every touch of Jaemin. That's when you felt Jaemin's hands lifting the black tank top you were wearing. Your biggest insecurity woke up, and you quickly got out of your friend's lap, who didn't understand what had happened.

"What happened, my love?" He blushed at the nickname Jaemin had given you. "Am I going too fast?"

"No! I think we waited too long, the thing is…," you said, pointing to your own body. "You're so handsome, so... attractive." You tried to say it in a funny tone, getting a smile from the man. "And I'm like this... Oh, and there's the fact that I've never done this before." Jaemin understood what you meant, well aware of this insecurity, especially with your body. You always wondered why you couldn't be thinner and compared yourself to other girls, especially when you went to the gym with your friend. Then he got up from the bed and held your hands.

"Don't say that. I know this insecurity has been bothering you for a long time, but know that you don't have to feel that way around me. You're the most beautiful woman there is, and I love every little bit of you. You're damn sexy." This also drew a chuckle from you and made Jaemin approach you once again, putting his hands on your waist. "I just want you to trust me and let me make you the most loved woman in the world."

The smile on your face was the certainty that Jaemin had that you wanted it as much as he did. At that moment, to show that you were ready and more confident, you did something he didn't expect: slowly took off the black tank top you were wearing, almost revealing yourself completely to your best friend. He looked at you in disbelief. He looked at your titties, which, for you, were far from pretty, because they had some stretch marks that made you completely uncomfortable, but that, for Jaemin, made them even more perfect.

“Wow, how beautiful you are and mine.”

Placing your hands on his neck, you just made a request to Jaemin. “Now, prove that you really love me, Na Jaemin.”

He started an even more passionate kiss than you shared before. Jaemin's hands gently caressed your bare back, while you scratched your friend's sculpted abdomen under his shirt.

It was your first time and with someone you had been in love with for a long time, but it was also the first time you felt confident, beautiful. Jaemin has this power over you: to make you feel truly loved.

[carlsdarling]

She-Wolf Part II

Y/N does everything - literally everything - to finally be with Carl… Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: violence, angst, gore, Yandere!Reader

In the aftermath of this event, Ron spoke to Carl when the two of them were on a tour a few days later. "Carl, I think there's something wrong with Y/N," he said worriedly as they rummaged through a grocery store.

"What do you mean?" Carl asked, uncomprehending.

Ron tapped his forehead. "I don't think she's quite normal." He told Carl about your tantrum.

"Girls," Carl dismissed it with a casual wave of his hand. "It's probably just hormones. Enid is often bitchy too. Martha's quite different," he said.

Ron remained silent. He disagreed, but he realized that he couldn't explain to Carl exactly what had scared him so much: Not the fact that you'd been yelling and throwing the Coke can at the tree, but the intense darkness in your eyes. There was something inside you, something sinister and deathly that sent a shiver down Ron's spine.

"Maybe you shouldn't have let Y/N in," Ron said thoughtfully.

Carl stared at him indignantly. "Now stop that bullshit, Ron," he scolded. "Let's go over to the department store, I want to look for a present for Martha. It's her birthday soon." Ron complied and said nothing more.

Enid also noticed some signs of concern in the time that followed, and although she was still angry with Carl for dumping her for Martha, she took him aside to talk to him. "Carl, be careful," she warned, "I don't like the way Y/N is looking at you and Martha. I think she's obsessed with you."

"Rubbish," Carl fought back. "I'm not even sure if Y/N even has a crush on me, or if Martha just imagines it," he stated. "Either way, she knows I'm in a relationship."

"Just watch out," Enid repeated. "I think you're asking for trouble. Maybe you shouldn't always kiss Martha in public." She had observed that you eyed Martha with hatred whenever you thought you were not being watched.

"You're just jealous," Carl accused her.

"I don't have to put up with that," Enid countered angrily and walked away. "Don't say later that I didn't warn you."

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Just one day later, you put your plan into action. You knew Martha would be on guard duty that night, and Rick and Michonne were out scavenging for medicine. So Carl would be home alone with Judith, the opportunity was favorable. You carefully chose your outfit - tight jeans and a black, cropped top. Underneath, you wore fiery red underwear, you carefully arranged your hair and spent a lot of time on your make-up. As you applied your lipstick, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You were a hot piece of shit, irresistible, and Carl wouldn't be able to withstand you. You would seduce him and tell him that you loved him, and he would fall for you, and he wouldn't give a second thought to boring Martha. Before you left the house, you sprayed on your favorite perfume, then floated elf-like through the streets of Alexandria until you reached Carl's house. The first floor was dark, only the rooms upstairs were lit. Bravely, you rang the doorbell.

Nothing happened. You took a few steps back and looked up at the front of the house. Maybe Carl was bathing Judith. You vigorously pressed the bell button again, then you heard a window on the upper floor being pushed open. "Who's there?" Carl called out. He sounded stressed.

"It's just me, Y/N," you shouted.

"What's the matter?" asked Carl in astonishment. "I'm just putting Judith to bed."

"I was only going to talk to you," you claimed. Carl was silent for a few seconds. "Wait a minute, I'm coming downstairs," he then said tonelessly. A few minutes later, he opened the door and gazed at you, perplexed. "What's wrong?" he finally asked. He made no move to invite you in.

"Can I come in?" you asked softly. He hesitated before wordlessly stepping aside. He pointed to the door to the living room. You took a seat on the couch while Carl stood with his arms crossed and eyed you expectantly. He looked so adorable with his messy hair, rosy lips and his usual outfit of jeans, flannel and shirt. Invitingly, you moved to one side of the sofa. "Won't you sit next to me?" you tempted him and provocatively let your top slide down.

Carl turned red and his face showed a complicated sequence of different emotions. His mouth opened and closed a few times. "Umm, Y/N... I don't think this is a good idea," he mumbled, trying to bring more distance between you and him, but you stood up and approached him, playing with your hair.

"We could have fun, Carl," you purred, "I've been dying to tell you - I like you. I like you a lot." You tilted your head flirtatiously, then tried to kiss Carl, but he dodged you.

"You know I'm with Martha, Y/N," he clarified. "This ain't working."

"Oh, forget about fucking Martha," you hissed. Your face had suddenly contorted into a grimace, and Carl winced. "She's ugly, dumpy and boring. Stop letting her constrict you; she's not worth it."

"You've got that wrong," Carl replied in dismay. "I love her. I'm sorry, Y/N, but that's the way it is. I think it's better if you leave now." He pointed to the door.

"But..." you started.

"I won't tell anyone about tonight, but you're leaving now," Carl ordered.

You hadn't expected that and, full of disbelief and anger, you made your way home. When you got home, you shrieked with rage and threw the sofa cushions across the living room. That damn Martha! What did Carl see in her? Maybe she was blackmailing him with something, but you would figure it out. It was an unalterable fact that you and Carl belonged together. His rejection couldn't be meant seriously.

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During the next weeks, it didn't escape Martha's attention that you still adored Carl, and eventually she decided to confront you. Rick and Maggie had assigned you a job at the stables, since you - like Maggie - had grown up on a farm with horses and knew how to handle them. It was already dawn when you mucked out the last horse boxes. Your hair was in a bun, but sweaty strands kept falling into your face and you impatiently brushed them aside, all the while wondering when and how you could finally free Carl from that dreadful Martha. Little did you know that Martha would make it easy for you.

"Step aside, Starlight," you murmured and pushed against the black stallion's shoulder. The stallion sniffed suspiciously and pricked up his ears as if he had heard a noise. You listened, then you heard it too: footsteps approached the door, then a shadow appeared in the doorway. Outside, the darkness had descended. You blinked in irritation as you recognized Martha, who was slowly coming towards you. As always, she looked inconspicuous; her hair flat, no make-up, completely meaningless and without charisma. Hatred was burning inside you. She simply didn't deserve Carl!

"Hello, Y/N," Martha greeted you coldly.

"What do you want?" you snapped as you closed Starlight's box and leaned the pitchfork against the wall.

"We should talk," Martha began. "I want you to stop prowling around Carl like a bitch in heat. He doesn't want anything from you."

"He really does? Is that so?" you replied with a sneer. "You don't know a thing."

"Carl loves me," Martha said smugly. Her stupid face was adorned with a foolish smile.

"That can be changed, if it's even true," you replied venomously.

"Who do you think you are?" Martha attacked you harshly. "You can't come here and lay claim to my boyfriend! Carl has chosen me and you have to accept it!"

"Your days with Carl are over," you said tersely. "Look at yourself in the mirror."

"I really feel sorry for you, Y/N," Martha shook her head. "It must be hard for you. I'll just tell you one more time: stay away from Carl!" She turned to leave.

"Or what?"

Martha wheeled around. "Or you'll get to know me!"

"Oh, you think I'm afraid of you?" You laughed. Martha actually had no idea what you were like.

"I'll tell everyone how disturbed and pathetic you are," Martha warned, heading for the door. How could she think she could threaten you? She was nothing but a weak, dumb parasite!

You looked around frantically and your eyes fell on a small hatchet hanging on a hook on the wall. You grabbed it in a second and rushed after Martha. You caught up with her before she reached the door, but she must have heard you because she turned around. Her mouth opened in horror when she saw you, your right hand raised high with the hatchet. Martha didn't even have time to scream - the hatchet came down and split her skull almost to the root of her nose. She stared at you with an expression of incredulous astonishment as blood and brain matter streamed down her plain face, then she staggered, rolled her eyes and fell to the ground, where she gave a few last convulsions and then lay still.

Your heart raced. Hastily, you pulled the hatchet out of Martha's head; there was a sickening smacking sound and a pool of blood spread across the floor. What were you supposed to do with the body? That hadn't been the plan, even if it did solve your biggest problem – how to get rid of Martha. But if you were caught now, you would have no future with Carl anyway because you would be imprisoned or banished from Alexandria. You sighed in frustration. Your life was so complicated; it just wasn't fair.

The old well behind the stables came to mind. A deep hole in the ground, covered with rotten wooden planks. No one would look for Martha there. You grabbed her hands and dragged her with a groan out of the building, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. You'd have to clean this place soon. You broke out in a sweat, from stress and also from exertion, because Martha's body was heavy. You fought your way through the high grass, passing a rusty combine harvester, then pulled the lid of the well far enough aside so that you could maneuver the body into it. Martha slid through the hole and, satisfied, you heard her body land with a thud at the bottom. You placed the wooden planks back over the well. Then you returned to the stable, where you poured water on the floor and used the broom to clean up all the blood. You also wiped the blood off the hatchet. Why did murder have to be this filthy? It was so annoying! You had planned to watch a movie tonight, but now you could forget about it because you had to clean up this damn mess.

But Carl was finally yours. You had saved him. He just didn't know it yet.

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[queenarahbo]

Memories

A mission gone wrong leaves Amethio and Conia injured. Amethio is forced to rely on his team in order to recover.

Whumptober prompts filled: Team as family Multiple whumpees

Amethio pushed his hand harder into his stomach in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pain. Was it really pain though? He couldn’t be sure. All he knew was that he needed to get back to the meeting point so that Zir and Conia wouldn’t worry. He was already late. He brushed his hand across his cheek to remove a bead of sweat trickling down and gagged at the bitter smell of iron, the sticky sensation of his blood seeping through his gloves. Rationally, he knew he couldn’t stop the bleeding with his hands, but he wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. The blood loss had already begun to take its toll on his weakened body. He tightened his grip on the tiny USB drive. He should have listened to Conia when she suggested they stay together. He had been so focused on getting the documents and not failing this mission that it had seemed better for him to go alone. He had not been prepared for the guard to return early. He was even less prepared to get away from someone with a gun. He was almost there. Not much further. He gritted his teeth and took a steadying breath. His leg was barely supporting his weight anymore and he knew that he would be in trouble if he didn’t hurry. He could do this. He had been through worse in training. One foot in front of the other. Come on. It’s just through those trees. Man up, Amethio. He kept repeating that to himself. He rubbed at his eyes as his vision blurred and darkened around the edges. He was vaguely aware of the blood on his face left by his glove. He pushed through the bushes, hissing as a particularly sharp branch poked the wound on his leg, and stumbled into the clearing. He felt a twinge of relief when he caught a glimpse of his team waiting for him.

“Amethio, sir, we were getting wor-”

Amethio heard Conia’s tone turn from relief to horror as she took in his condition. He didn’t need to look up to know that tone. He blinked hard once in another attempt to clear his vision. He knew that he looked terrible. He was covered in blood and barely conscious.

“What happened in there?” Zir demanded.

“They were waiting…” Amethio choked out. He felt cold, but at least the pain was fading. He lifted his head and met their concerned stares as he dropped to the ground panting heavily. Zir was applying pressure to Conia's arm. His eyes widened as the realization hit him "You're hurt…" he choked out weakly, pushing himself shakily to his knees.

"It's not that bad. I will live." Conia reassured tensly.

"They knew we were coming. How is that possible?" Zir questioned.

That was the question, wasn't it? How did the guards know that they were coming? Amethio stumbled over to where they were sitting and pushed Zir's hands away. He knew Conia was downplaying it because he was injured as well. For now, he needed to focus on getting them to safety. He could figure out how the mission went so wrong later. His eyes narrowed as he inspected the jagged edges around the torn flesh and he had to swallow back the nausea that stirred in the pit of his stomach. The wound was deeper than he cared to admit. She was going to lose too much blood before they could get back to the submarine. "This isn't good. I need to treat this now."

"Sir, you are hurt too. We should try to get back to the submarine first." Zir caught Amethio's hand as he reached over to retrieve the bag from the ground.

"I think Zir is right. Your injuries look pretty bad."

Amethio couldn't deny that the only thing keeping him conscious at that moment was his focus on Conia. He turned his attention from Zir to his hand "Let me stop the bleeding then we will move. She will need her arm to fly." He hoped that his logic made sense to them as well. He knew that if he didn't treat the wound now he would not be able to later. He set his determined eyes on his subordinates fully ready to make it an order if they argued. He hid the relief that he felt when Zir released his arm and nodded. He pushed his own pain to the back of his mind the best he could as he rifled around in the bag until he found the emergency first aid kit that Conia kept. He normally scolded her for carrying extra things, but now he was grateful that she did so. With trembling hands, he cleared the blood from her arm the best he could before threading the small needle. He took a steadying breath and turned to Conia "You will have to bear with me. We don't have anything to numb your arm."

"I know. Just get this over with." Conia replied tightly "I trust you."

Well at least someone did. Amethio was the only one of them with any first aid knowledge past bandaging a wound. As he pushed the needle through her skin he felt a sudden wave of dizziness. He blinked hard. He needed to focus.

"Are you sure you are okay?" Zir asked as he reached out to steady the teen.

He had to be for their sake. He nodded once and started sewing the wound. He was aware of every flinch and deep breath that Conia was taking. He could tell she was in far more pain than she was showing. He finished stitching her arm and took the thread in his teeth, carefully tearing it. He wasn't sure how long it had been since one of them had been injured to the point of him needing to treat it in the field, but he reminded himself that it was bound to happen at some point. he took a shuttering breath as a shiver raced down his spine and he suddenly became more aware of his own injuries again. He let himself fall back to the ground with a thud. He must have startled the others because Zir was next to him in an instant asking if he was okay.

He was most definitely not okay. He hummed a reply. That was the most he could do. All of his energy was gone now that Conia was treated. He leaned his head back and let his eyes flutter shut. He knew that they needed to move. It wasn't safe for them to stay there. He knew that and yet his body refused to move. The world around him felt heavy. It was as if a black fog was lingering around him and suppressing all feeling throughout his body. He reached blindly until he felt the USB drive he had dropped on the ground and clenched it in his fist. He felt Zir prying his fingers open as he took the drive from Amethio and called out Skarmory.

The following events were a bit of a blur, but he didn’t fight when Zir reached into his pocket and pulled out Corviknight’s pokeball to release her. He felt the ground leave him and a soft feathered body was under him. He hated that Zir could lift him so easily. He was shivering now. Why was it so cold? He lifted his trembling hand and stared at the blood-stained fabric, the sight of his own blood somehow forcing the reality of his situation to sink in and he felt nothing but raw fear. He gripped his partner tighter with his left arm as she took to the sky and wrapped his right arm around his stomach protectively. He wasn’t sure how long they were flying or how long he had been conscious, but eventually everything around him went silent and black.

When he came to, Amethio was back in the submarine, specifically, in his bed. He shivered before pulling the blankets tighter, the spasming in his body causing a new wave of pain to shoot through his stomach. He forced himself to sit and pull back the soft blankets. He was wearing only his boxers and a nightshirt. When had he changed into this? He lifted his shirt revealing the bandages covering his abdomen. There were bandages wrapped around his thigh as well. Right, he had been shot. Wait had Conia made it back as well? He felt lightheaded and the room began to spin nauseatingly around him as he stood from his bed. He tugged on his silky pajama pants before padding out of his room. He was usually silent as he moved around the submarine and despite the heavier, uneven footfalls, that seemed to stay the same. He had to lean against the wall for support to keep from falling. The dizziness only seemed to get worse the more he moved. He clenched his jaw against the pain throbbing through his leg. Eventually, he made it to the control room where Zir was conversing with Conia. He cleared his throat, something he instantly regretted as pain seared his throat, to get their attention.

“Amethio!” Zir was on his feet immediately with Conia hot on his heels.

“You shouldn’t be up yet.” Conia scolded lightly “You are hurt pretty badly.”

Amethio stared absently at them for a moment while their overly loud words sunk in. Why had he gone looking for them anyway? He felt like he was forgetting something important. His lip parted slightly as he thought about what it was he wanted to say, but Zir cut him off.

“I already sent in a report along with the documents. Hamber is pleased with you. I didn’t tell him you were hurt.”

Amethio didn’t respond. His world tilted and suddenly the floor felt unsteady beneath his feet. He felt queasy. He felt his knees shaking and then he was falling forward. He closed his eyes and braced himself for the hard floor, but it never came. He cracked his eyes open against the warm fabric of Zir’s uniform. The older man had caught him and was currently supporting all of his weight.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Conia said gently.

Amethio allowed himself to be lifted easily by Zir. He didn’t have the strength to walk. He finally found his voice again as Zir carefully lowered him into his bed “How long was I unconscious?” He murmured, his voice hoarse.

“Two days,” Zir responded as Conia sat on the edge of the bed.

“And…this…?” Amethio weakly gestured to his stomach.

“I did my best. I did have some help from someone. You were going to die if we didn’t do something.” Conia answered, providing the details that she knew Amethio would ask for as she checked his leg. “We didn’t like doing it, but the doctor with the Rising Volt Tacklers helped. She walked me through it. Good, you didn’t tear your stitches.”

Amethio sighed, wincing as the action hurt his stomach “I see…” His eyes felt heavy and a yawn escaped his lips before he could stop it.

“Get some sleep. One of us will check on you in a little while.” Conia pulled the blanket around Amethio’s shoulders before running her fingers through his hair once and tucking the stuffed Persian under his arm.

"Wait," He reached out as quickly as his body would let him and grabbed Conia's wrist "Are you okay?"

"Thanks to you, yes. The pain is manageable." Conia replied with a small smile.

Amethio wanted to protest the childlike treatment, but deep down he knew that the only ones who truly cared about him were standing in front of him. He allowed himself to be vulnerable when they were close. He didn't have to pretend around them. He took comfort in the fact that Conia was safe. Rather than arguing he whispered a hushed thank you and closed his eyes.

The next time he woke, it was to a searing pain in his stomach and a rhythmic throbbing in his wound. He cried out in pain as he tried to move. He tried to call out for Conia or Zir, but the words caught in his throat. He was soaked and it was causing his clothes to stick to his skin. He felt hot tears sting his cheeks as he hugged the Persian plush closer. He was in horrible pain and all alone. He cried out again as he managed to crawl out of the bed and stumble to the door before collapsing on the floor. He thought he would be ill for a moment as the room tilted around him. He slowly managed to stagger to his feet before collapsing against the wall. His leg hurt under his weight. He pushed his door open and staggered into the hallway. He looked around before stumbling to the bedroom down the hall. He stood in front of the door for a long moment before cracking it open. Zir and Conia were sleeping peacefully in their bed with Zir’s arm draped lazily over Conia’s hip, the former snoring lightly. Conia seemed to stir as the light cut through the darkness.

“Amethio?” She mumbled groggily as she sat up, the movement waking Zir “Is something wrong?”

Amethio didn’t respond. Instead, he stepped into the mostly dark room and stumbled towards the bed, stopping a few feet away. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, the fog of pain clouding his mind. He silently watched as the other two slowly woke up the rest of the way. The silence was broken by Conia climbing out of bed and kneeling in front of Amethio, taking in his appearance. He probably looked like a mess with his pale face stained with tears that wouldn’t stop falling and his hair was likely disheveled from sleep. He still had one arm protectively around his stomach and the other clutching the Persian. He probably resembled a child rather than an admin of the Explorers at that moment. He flinched instinctively as she reached her hand out towards him.

“It’s just me.” She reassured as she brushed away a stray tear with her thumb, but she froze at the heat coming from Amethio’s cheek. She quickly placed her hand on his forehead and pulled it away with a gasp. “Zir, he’s burning up.”

Amethio watched lifelessly as the other man scrambled out of the bed and picked him up. He wanted to tell them it hurt. He was in the bed the next moment with Zir’s strong arms holding him protectively. He wriggled around until he felt that he was in a comfortable position and pressed his back closer to Zir. He blinked the tears from his eyes with a quiet whimper. He had never felt this kind of pain before. It was horrible. “Zir…hurts…”He managed as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Hold on, Amethio. We will do something about that.” Zir promised, though not really sure how they would uphold it, as he tried to calm Amethio. He and Conia had discovered a long time ago that their boss had a softer side and worked hard to earn his trust enough that he would feel comfortable around them. Now it seemed that they were the only ones able to bring this side out. It was easy to forget when they were on missions that Amethio was still a teenager. The stoic front Amethio put on was just his way of protecting himself and there were things that they had to be careful doing without permission. Amethio hated being touched, but he allowed it on occasion. They usually let him instigate any physical contact to avoid spooking the teenager. He continued to soothe Amethio until Conia returned with an armful of things. She dropped everything on the bed and sat next to them. She didn’t say anything at first as she handed Zir the thermometer from the first aid kit before vanishing into the small bathroom. He easily slid the device past Amethio’s parted lips and held it under his tongue. Conia returned moments later with a damp hand towel. He could tell that she was anxious and Amethio’s eyes had closed awhile ago. “Don’t worry,” He broke the silence “Amethio is tough. He will be okay.”

“Right.” Conia mumbled as she carefully coaxed Amethio awake “Open your eyes, Amethio.”

Amethio wanted to sleep. He was getting warm next to Zir and it was a pleasant feeling compared to the horrid pain he was enduring. He grumbled something that was probably incoherent to them and turned on his side, burying his face against Zir’s chest. He did his best to pull away from her touch when she persisted, but in the end, he had nowhere to go. He cracked open his eyes and met her concerned gaze. He tried to pull away again when she tenderly lifted him to sit with Zir behind him but he didn’t have the strength to fight both of them. Perhaps he was being irrational, but he didn’t care at that moment at least. He watched as she offered out a few crackers and a mug filled with juice. He grimaced. He didn’t want food. Couldn’t they understand that? He pushed his face to the side in an attempt to hide.

“You can’t take any pain medication on an empty stomach. Please eat this.” She explained patiently. She had to remind herself that Amethio was still just a child. Even if he protested and said he wasn’t. He was a child and he was in pain with a fever. That combination made for an even more stubborn Amethio. But, even now, she knew in the end he would listen to reason.

Amethio stared at her defiantly, or so he hoped, before caving in and taking the crackers from her. If it meant he could have something for the pain then he would make himself eat. She had brought him his favorite crackers. He was certain they didn’t have any before they went on the mission. When had they gotten these? He nibbled on the first cracker hesitantly. He avoided looking at either of his companions and opted to let his eyes stay on the gray blanket that was draped over his lap. He jumped when something cold was pressed against his cheek. Conia was still holding out the juice waiting expectantly for him to take it. He wordlessly took the mug with a nod. His mouth felt dry and the crackers hurt to swallow. He recognized the sweet aroma immediately. Pecha. Another one of his favorites. He wasted no time drinking half of the juice right away after the first tentative sip proved he was thirstier than he thought. He managed two more crackers before he handed the package back to Conia. His stomach still felt unsettled and he wasn’t sure if he could keep any more down. She didn’t seem pleased at that but offered out the medicine nonetheless. He grimaced at the bitterness and quickly chased it away with more juice. His stomach felt heavy and sick as he rested his head against Zir’s chest again.

“Do you want to lie back down now?” Zir asked quietly and watched as Amethio pushed himself from his chest. That was a yes. The kid didn’t even have his eyes open as he moved.

Amethio was sitting in front of Master Gibeon on his knees with his head bowed as low as he could possibly get it without slouching. He wouldn’t slouch in front of Gibeon. He could feel Hamber’s presence in the shadows with his Dusknoir. Spinel’s annoying laughing from outside drifted into the room. The jerk had gotten him into trouble on purpose, but Amethio couldn’t tell Gibeon that. He knew the punishment would be severe. It always was for defying a direct order. It wasn’t fair though. Spinel had lied to him. How was he supposed to know that Gibeon had wanted him to go with Spinel on a training mission? Wait. Where was Charcadet? His partner was gone. He swallowed the panic and kept his expression neutral. This was a test.

“Amethio,” Gibeon’s voice was cold “I’m disappointed in you. Of all the people I have recruited, I had the most hope for you. Have I wasted my time personally training you? Has Hamber wasted his time?”

“No, Master Gibeon,” Amethio replied, his tone equally as cold. He could not show weakness. He could not show fear.

“Then why did you refuse to go on this mission with Spinel?” Amethio clenched his fists in his lap. He had to lie. “I…over…slept…I apologize for my failure.” He could hear Spinel cackling outside the door. He would get even with the freak and his Eevee. The older boy definitely had it coming.

“You are aware that is not an acceptable excuse.”

“I am.” Amethio glanced up as Gibeon’s footsteps retreated and Hamber materialized in front of him. The older man had a matching look of disappointment, though behind his eyes hid a hint of sympathy. He understood that this wasn’t Amethio’s fault. Yet he still held the whip in hand. Amethio felt his stomach drop as Hamber indicated with his hand to turn around. He complied and removed his shirt. He couldn’t see behind him. Each second he waited felt like an eternity. He relaxed after a minute of nothing happening before he felt the sharp sting in his back.

Amethio woke with a start and wriggled out of Zir’s arms. His vision was blurry from sleep as he pushed himself up. The pain was more tolerable now, but he felt incredibly weak. He heard shuffling next to him as Conia put her book to the side. She must have already been awake. He took comfort in her warmth as she let him press against her side.

“Are you okay?”

The question was quiet and clear with its intention. She didn’t want to wake Zir if she didn’t need to. Amethio could understand that. He shook his head against her shoulder. He wasn’t okay at all. He was in pain and felt sick. His skin was sticky with sweat from the fever and he wanted nothing more than to take a warm shower. He opened his mouth to tell her this, but he couldn’t find the strength to put his thoughts into words. His entire body burned with each movement. Instead, he felt warm tears sting his eyes and he pulled away from Conia, hiding his face in his hands. His head felt hot to the touch and he wished the fever would break so he could feel normal again. He could hear Conia waking Zir up and whispering soothing words to him. She wasn’t upset with him the way something in Amethio’s mind said she should be. His body trembled as the tears eventually stopped falling and he was left feeling exhausted once more. He sighed in defeat as one of the others tried to stick the thermometer under his tongue again. He didn’t see a point anymore but complied nonetheless. He still had a fever. He leaned heavily against the bed frame and let his eyes flutter closed. Amethio felt a warm hand on his forehead and Zir’s voice, still rough with sleep, whispered.

“Looks like it broke finally, but he’s freezing.”

“Given how much blood he lost you shouldn’t be surprised…”

Amethio let their voices lull him back into a deep sleep. The nightmares seemed to stay at bay this time and he felt safe next to Zir.

Amethio woke to the gentle snoring from Zir behind him and for a brief moment, he felt panic before realizing where he was. Conia was asleep on his other side with her hand resting against his. He slowly rolled onto his side and nuzzled closer to Zir before drifting back into the warm darkness. They would probably be in trouble for staying stationary for so long and he would be yelled at by Hamber. For now, though, he wanted to stay like they were. He would give the order to continue back to base later.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Bsd except the Orphanage give Atsushi to the Government the moment his ability emerges.

Fukuchi trains him and he's bought to serve in the Great war. Where Yosano befriends him.

Aka Moonlit Butterfly AU.

Also yes Atsushi is aged up, he's a year younger than Yosano.

More in depth post.

Yosano hadn't expected to see another kid. She might only be 11 but she wasn't stupid.

Kids didn't go to war, that was for the adults. But apparently that rule didn't apply to her, and it seemed she wasn't the only one.

The other kid was small, scrawny and his eyes were closed. You'd think he was asleep but Yosano knew better.

She'd been told to be wary of him, and maybe she should be. There had to be something wrong with him to be in this war, right?

Because unlike her the boy was wearing the soilders uniform, he was here to fight.

But even with all that, Yosano walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.

Yellow and violet eyes blinked up at her, she'd never seen eyes that colour before.

It took a moment to remember why she was here, Yosano cleared her throat. "Hello, I'm Yosano Aikko, what's your name?"

The boy didn't reply, just looked at her in silence. She scoffed, turning around to leave. After all she had better things to do than waste time on speaking to someone who wouldn't talk.

"Atsu..."

Yosano turned around, eyes wide on suprise. The boy coughed, his voice raspy from disuse. She waited, a lot more patiently this time.

"Atsushi." He answered, he frowned apologetically at her and she suddenly felt bad. "Is that your name?" He nodded, relieved that she'd understood him.

"Sorry. No one asks." Yosano frowned "people don't ask for your name?" No wonder he'd been so confused.

Atsushi nodded.

"How rude!" He blinked, surprised before hesitantly nodding. She couldn't believe this, what happened to basic manners.

Yosano shook her head, sitting beside him. Atsushi shuffled a little to make room. Now that she was sat next to him, Yosano realised he was shorter than her.

"So do you fight? Because no offence you don't look that strong." She said, hoping that she hadn't accidentally offended him by being so blunt.

Luckily Atsushi didn't seem offended, instead he got up off the metal bench they were on and gestured for her to get off it. Before picking it up with ease.

"... Okay yeah, nevermind you are that strong." She said, sitting back down with him with a look of awe.

Atsushi rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Hey don't be like that, it was cool." Said Yosano, eyes sharp as ever.

That's when one of the soilders came in, his arm broken. Yosano got up, using her ability and sending him off on his way. It was not Atsushi's turn to look in awe.

"It's just my ability" said Yosano, not seeing how great it was. "Don't say that, it's cool." Said Atsushi, repeating her earlier words.

Yosano huffed, rather theatrically to let him know she wasn't actually offended.

"Yeah well, you'll probably see it more. Its Thou Shalt not Die, it heals practically any injury. It's why I'm here as a medic." Yosano explained, Atsushi nodded processing the information.

Before shaking his head.

"You won't, not on me." Yosano looked at him confused. "Listen your strong and all, but you can't go a whole war without getting hurt."

Atsushi shook his head, contemplating something before grabbing a scalpel and lightly cutting his finger. In seconds it had healed completely.

Yosano blinked in shock. "Your ability is healing too?" She'd never met someone else with a ability before.

Atsushi hummed, trying to find the best way to explain it. "It's included, but not my main ability" is what he said eventually. "Oh, so what's your main ability?" Yosano asked.

At that Atsushi looked down, ashamed. "Hey, you don't have to tell me but I won't think less of you either way." Said Yosano, she might've only just met him but she felt an bond with him.

Atsushi studied her face for a few seconds before nodding. "Ability name: Beneath the moonlight. The ability to turn into a tiger. Allows for the user to possess the skills and abilities of a tiger.

Both passively and through bodily transformations, both partial and complete. As well as regeneration from any exterior injuries."

It was the most he'd spoken and yet it felt awfully clinical. It was something Doctor Mori would say.

It was almost like it wasn't Atsushi's ability at all. Like he only knew it because someone had told him what to say.

Yosano didn't like that but she kept that to herself, baby steps and all that. In other news...

"You can turn into a tiger?! Can I see?" Atsushi shook his head, apologetic. "Not allowed, not if I'm not fighting." Part of Yosano wanted to push him on that, what do you mean your not allowed?

It's your ability.

"Alright, but when you can I wanna see it." Is what she said instead, Atsushi seemed confused like he couldn't understand why anyone would.

Which was werid to Yosano because, tiger.

But he shrugged "okay."

That was when the door opened and Doctor Mori walked in. "Yosano, your needed. And you, your commander is calling for you."

Yosano bristled "his name is Atsushi." Mori definitely looked like he didn't care less but Yosano glared at him until he sighed. "Fine, if it'll make you happy my dear."

He turned to Atsushi "your commander is outside, Atsushi."

Atsushi, wide eyed in suprise nodded saluting to him. "I'll awe you later, be careful." Said Yosano, she didn't like how he looked so suprised.

Had anyone ever told him to be careful? Probably not because they didn't care for his name either, honestly. She was going to change that.

"I will try." He said before leaving.. Doctor Mori watched him go, disinterested before lighting up at the sight of injured soilders and Yosano sighed following him.

Not before poking her head out a window and seeing a glowing white tiger on the battlefield.

So cool.

@rheeeeeeeesiees An attempt has been made.

[obvious-bottom]

My Doll

A short story about an act of love from an owner to her doll. Some slight dubcon stuff and no actual sex, I mostly just wanted to write out a concept I came up with like two weeks ago because it seemed so perfect to me.

I slipped on the gloves, soft, medical latex, covering up to the wrist with a snap. My girlfriend shivered on the table, she was lying down, arms by her sides, she was flexing her hands repeatedly, she was nervous. I held her hand and squeezed tightly, reassuring her that it'd be fine, she nodded to me and I picked up a pot of a viscous blue liquid, silicone. I looked at her face, she slowly breathed through her nose and closed her eyes, I listened to her breathe, calmly, slowly, little hitches when her nerves picked up, she was focusing, her face was relaxed though, it needed to be. I picked up the flat wooden dowel and used it to pick up some of the blue silicone, slowly spreading a thin layer on her cheek, she stifled a giggle, trying to communicate that it was cold without moving her face too much. I shushed her and continued my work, making sure she was making the right face and continuing to spread the silicone, slowly covering every part of her face and a small line running under her jaw, with a thicker patch under her chin. The first layer was done and needed to dry, five minutes was enough to start the second layer so I spent that long praising and reassuring her. I could still see her skin since the first layer was thin and mixed with a release agent so it would eventually come off, she looked strange tinged with blue but still so beautiful, so worth the work to come. I broke out of my reverie long enough to mix the second cup of silicone, this one was thicker and I was able to apply it faster, spreading it over the first layer and waiting the same five minutes. My girlfriend had been lying on the table for 15 minutes now, trying her best not to move a muscle in her face, she had done so well so far, only two steps left and she would be free. I mixed and applied the final layer of silicone, this one would have the longest break, twenty minutes to let all the silicone fully dry and cure. I hoped she was alright, I spoke softly to her, I squeezed her hand and whispered, "squeeze back if you're okay", a soft gentle pressure came in response and I let out a small sigh of relief. I knew this was a lot to ask for but at the same time I knew it would all be worth it. I turned to the pile of plaster bandages and began soaking one in water, squeezed out the excess and placed it across the layers of silicone, I repeated the process, moving down her face from her forehead, once the bandages were fully applied it was another 20 minute wait, more worry, more reassurance from her to me and me to her. It had been over an hour now and I could finally remove the full cast, I couldn't wait to see her again, hear her again, even if it would just be complaining about the whole ordeal. I slowly and carefully prised the silicone and plaster layers up, they both released and I saw my beloved's eyes flutter open as I held the almost-removed cast, she stretched her jaw and I stared with deadly focus, like an animal researcher trying to figure out her behaviour, all unintentionally, I was too caught up in the work and she giggled when she caught my eyes, "you look so serious, did someone die in the last hour?" I stopped gritting my teeth and holding my breath, I had been doing both unconsciously for too long and finally exhaled. As I took a breath, she was flexing all the muscles she wasn't allowed to move during the casting and sitting up on the table, I set aside the cast carefully and finally spoke to her, chatting, laughing, holding each other and carefully washing her face of the mould release so I could kiss her again and feel the warmth well up inside me, the whole reason I was doing all of this.

The next week was spent feverishly working. I had taken the cast and made a two copies, the first was exact and left as is, the second was made and then coated with silicone repeatedly until it was thick enough to sand down the inside until the first fit inside with space. This was the base of the real mould. I took the hollow part and filled it with resin to the top, leaving that to cure until a hard layer around the outside was about 2 millimeters thick. I poured out most of the excess for later use and pressed the other part into the remaining resin. When it finally finished curing the real work began, I spent hours painting it, sanding it smooth, painting it again and sanding again, the repetition ended with a white coat and high-gloss finish, it was shiny and perfect, like glass or porcelain. The mask, her mask, was beautiful, it was almost finished. The last thing I did was cut out the eye holes and insert two black-tinted lenses, I pressed them into tiny slots I had cut and half filled with UV resin. It was finally done and absolutely perfect, she would love it, it was an act of love to make it.

That weekend she came home to a surprise, I had cleaned, I had made dinner, and I had set up the bedroom, though she didn't know that yet. We ate and laughed, we drank wine and I bathed in her glow, she was radiant to me, all the anxiety I had built setting up for this melted over dinner, every movement she made was angelic, her laugh, her smile, the way her hands moved when she excitedly told me about something she read. When dinner was over and I had cleared the table I carefully led her to the bedroom. Laid on the bed was the outfit I picked out for her, white latex dress, white heels, matching white cuffs for her ankles and wrists. She giggled "all this for me? You're too good" I hugged her from behind and said "I want to play with my doll tonight so I needed to treat you first" she laughed again and stripped down, getting my help to lube up and slip on the dress, sleeveless and short it wasn't too hard to get on. As she put on her cuffs and heels I shined up her dress and softly told her what a good doll she was, what a beautiful, perfect thing. She was my favourite toy and I needed her to know more than anything, I beamed at her as she stood in her outfit, my stomach was full of butterflies and I tried my best to calmly and coolly say "let's go to the bathroom and do your makeup sweetie". It was time, I clipped her wrist cuffs together, it was normal for us, I did my doll's makeup and she stood pretty for me. I couldn't suppress my smile as I took the bottle of spirit gum and painted lines on her face, one going around the edge and across her cheeks, she looked inquisitive, she didn't resist though, this wasn't part of my usual routine but maybe I was trying something new? "Close your eyes now doll" I whispered into her ear before kissing her and taking the box from under the sink. She dutifully shut her eyes and I opened the box, her face stared back at me in white and I felt the butterflies come into my throat as I raised it her face and pressed it down. This she was absolutely not expecting, she flinched slightly, resisting, but it was too late for that, ten seconds and it was over. I unclipped her cuffs and told her to open her eyes. She started shaking a bit, she reached up to her new face and touched it, her fingers recoiled before exploring further, feeling the smooth material and turning her head to see it fully in the mirror. I smiled so hard my face hurt, I laughed, it was beautiful, my doll was beautiful. She began to explore harder, she attempted to remove the mask and I heard a muffled squeal of pain. She was shaking more now, prodding the edges of the mask and looking panicked. I calmed her and held her head in my hands and turned her to face me "Don't worry doll, you can't take it off without hurting yourself, only I can take it off for you". She stared at me with those black eyes I carefully made by hand, and slowly nodded, I caressed the side of her face and felt my nails glide across it and kissed her on her cold, porcelain lips, my doll, my perfect, wonderful doll was complete.

[nymphleech]

Don't settle for a cup; spill the entire kettle.

summary: sleepovers and lunch-time are the ideal time to gossip, mostly about others' love life- well, unless you are down bad enough to ramble on and on about your own. Like these two.

ft. Aster (v-anrouge), Rubia, Jade, Floyd, Rook, Epel, Vil Pairings. Vil x Aster x Rook | Rubia x Jade

a/n: based on real events, ones that I'll never let Aster forget about :D

"Okay, soo" Rubia looked around before choosing the direction to go, on call with a few friends, "See you all on sunday for cards against humanity, yeah? Yeah, yeah, gotchu~! Cya!" she said in a sing-song tone, ending the call.

-However Rubia knew that a certain vice-warden might've been keeping his eyes on her as she walked down the halls: This playful, on-going routine between her and Jade where he'd entertain himself by catching the water nymph off guard in good fun. Not that she minded it, not in the slightest; contrary to popular belief. After all, it gave her quite a few good opportunities to have fun too. The water nymph slowly made her way down to the hall, actively stalling her time without a hurry in her steps; waiting until when she knew her 'target' was close enough for both of them to see each other.

-and once she caught the mer-moray-eel's reflection in the glass window nearby, she took it as her cue. Turning on her heel to meet his sharp eyes directly with a subtle grin; and mildly amused by her antics, Jade returned hers with a nod as he walked to close the distance.

Rubia skipped a few literal steps to meet him in the middle quicker: and then she tugged him down by the arm, right under his biceps, to plant a kiss on his cheek.

And even when waving as she walked away, Rubia couldn't help but giggle warmly at how he momentarily let his surprise shine through.

Aster re-read his text messages, scrolled through a few down abysmal takes on his dash until he got bored of that too and was just about to call his boyfriend until his gossip buddy showed up; thankfully, the knock on the wall was just in time for him to not hear two ring tones at once.

Looking back at the source of creaking hinges, Aster was not surprised to see the water nymph; what made him curious was the accomplished grin she sported.

"What took you so long?" He asked, to which Rubia only answered to after sitting down next to the windowsill.

"Not that much, I just took a detour to kiss my boyfriend a bunch" the girl mumbled, checking herself out on her pocket mirror's reflection, fondly admiring how her lipstick has smudged the slightest bit-

-and re-applying it with the intent to repeat that again later.

"Wooow.. no loyalty " Aster mock-sighed, feigning annoyance.

Rubia shrugged with playfully malicious intent, "Literally anyone else could say that and have some credibility, but you?"

"Calling me fruity?" Aster questioned with a dash of mischief, "I thought you had something new t-"

"Nah, I'm just saying you have a hickey."

The water nymph swore the sight of her friend jumping out of his own skin could never gets boring, and to be fair, it never really did-

But she had some mercy.

"That was a lie, by the way; it's just lipstick marks." Rubia corrected, passing a pocket mirror at her friend who wasted not a single second to see it for himself.

"Bitch." Aster wheezed out,

And she turned to face his direction, "Yeah?"

"You gave me a heart attack." Aster slapped at the spot where his heart rests underneath, grabbing his uniforms fabric tightly; and Rubia began laughing.

..

As if Vil's manager wasn't already having one of those after someone realized that the kiss marks matched their dormwarden's lipstick and posted about it on magicam.

..

"Anyway," She tried to recollect her composure, "Who's crush are we gonna talk about now?" the nymph asked,

Aster seemingly thought about it for a moment longer than expected, only to casually say "Rook, maybe?" as he dared to look at Rubia's direction; receiving a whistle-like 'ooo' from her, "i bet it's you!"

"Oh sHUT!-"

"Is there literally anyone else we know who's name starts with 'A' and simps so much for him, like, other than you though~??" Rubia 'asked' in a sing-song tone, reminding her friend of the 'hint' she prompted her boyfriend to share-

..Only to be swiftly cut off when Aster literally turned towards the wall and said "Lets just talk about you and your boyfriend instead-" to deflect it.

"Seeing you and Jade be sappy all day is literally free serotonin" Aster emphasized dramatically as his friend rolled her eyes.

"What an honor to be your drug supply then," Rubia mumbled in an attempt to stifle a laugh and a squeal at the same time as she put her phone down face first, weighing her options and deciding, "Also, I won't push, but-"

"Nope." Aster responds instantly as his friend puts her hands up in surrender, accepting defeat.

"I'll never let you live it down if i'm right: but sure." The water nymph shrugged, knowing she was right. "-But yeah, back to the topic; what were you gonna ask about love letters?"

"How often do you get them-" Aster pointed at her desk.

"Depends on how busy Jade is, but if you're asking how often I read them? I've lost count."

"Oh. my. god. you two are literally the only straight couple i give a fuck about-"

...

it was midnight, Rubia blindly reached for her phone and barely opened her eyes to accept the call.

"So.. Rook sent me a confession letter."

"Hhow much shhade did he-" the sleepy nymph yawned, "thoss at me and Jade..?"

"The entire charcoal supply of this island."

[whumpflash]

Ashes, Ashes 6: Not Okay, Actually

(for Angstpril, Day 16: "You Have to Let Me Go")

cw: lab whump, knife whump, death mention

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January 7th, 20XX, 6:45PM

Subject: Adult Male Dragon (polymorphed: humanoid form)

Researcher: Eimaan Khanh

Subject transferred to table; restrained.

Presents no physical reaction to Firebreak (heretoafter referred to as 'FB'), when placed, without wounding, against the left thigh, upper and lower torso, and throat.

Following approx. fifteen minutes of skin contact with no change, a small cut (approx. 1.5" in length) was made in subject's left thigh with FB. Reaction near-instantaneous, bubbling and discoloration at the site akin to an acid or chemical burn and spreading approx. 2" beyond the cut on all sides.

Healing factor still enabled, but noticeably slower; muscle fibers don't begin visibly reconnecting until 3 min 49 seconds. Five minutes after cut is made, burned area recedes by 0.23".

Process repeated on a larger scale; cuts of approx. 3" made on left calf, lower left abdomen, lower left ribcage, left forearm, and parallel to left clavicle. Results scalable to first cut.

Subject distressed.

(Note: healing factor seems to slow further when multiple wounds are made in quick succession. Second and third cuts did not visibly begin to close until approx 5 min after they were made, and fourth, fifth, and sixth cuts were halted until approx 7.5 min.)

Following this, FB will be studied to determine exact properties, and more attempts will be made to slow healing factor by applying multiple wounds.

Subject returned to resting place; restrained.

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The cries coming from the basement were muffled, but Nyra put on headphones anyway, to fully drown out the sound while she waited. Eimaan had told her to 'sneak' downstairs and talk to Rhys once she was done with today's experiment, and she hadn't figured out what she was going to say.

By the time her sister came to get her, she was still drawing a blank.

Nyra crept down the stairs, trying to mimic the quiet caution she'd shown two nights ago. Ei had cleaned up her lab, but the faint smell of blood still lingered under the sharper odor of disinfectant. Rhys wasn't strapped to the table anymore, but Eimaan had already warned her about that. A quick scan of the area and Nyra found him, curled up on the far side of the room, arms locked in place behind his back, legs tucked up to his chest.

She wondered if he was cold. Even if he was, she couldn't do much to help him. Her sisters would want to err on the side of caution and not give him anything he might be able to use against them, even something as simple as a blanket.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she noticed the cuts running up and down the side of his body that wasn't in contact with the ground. Already healing, but she could tell they'd been nasty.

"Hi," she began as she crossed the room.

Rhys took a moment to respond, his breathing shifting like he was trying to compose himself. "Gun girl," he said at last, raising his head and fixing golden eyes on her.

"...Nyra," she corrected gently.

Rhys struggled to a seated position with a grunt. "Didn't think you'd be coming back, Nyra. Did you miss me?"

"No, I…" Shoot, what should she say? What was the best way to draw him in? "I just wanted to see if you were okay."

He snorted. "Oh I'm great. Nothing like having a psychopath cut you up before bed."

"She's not a psychopath," Nyra said, unable to hold back a scowl.

"Could've fooled me."

She shrugged, turning away. "If you're well enough to insult my sister, I can't find a reason to worry—"

"Wait."

Nyra hid her smile as she glanced back over her shoulder. "What?"

"I'm…" his shoulders slumped. "I'm not okay, actually."

Interesting turn. Eimaan had guessed he'd try using pity against her now that his threats had been proven hollow. Nyra turned back around, waiting for him to continue.

Rhys scoffed. "What? That wasn't obvious? I've been kidnapped. I'm being held here against my will, and I'm being tortured to satisfy human curiosity."

There was that word again. Nyra buried her unease. "It's not—"

"Yeah, you've already said. It's 'research'. Doesn't make a difference to me." He shrugged. "You and your stab-happy sister were right. I can't break out. I can't turn into a dragon, and I can't breathe fire. I'm useless."

It could've been a trick of the light, but she swore she saw the shine of tears in his eyes. He blinked it away before she could be certain.

"I want you to tell me something, Nyra."

"Yeah?"

He met her eyes. At the surface level, his expression was neutral, but there was something deeper there; a thinly veiled desperation. 

For all I know, it's a practiced one. He could still be playing at manipulation.

"What happens when your sister's done with her research? What happens to me?"

"I…" She didn't know. She wasn't sure if even Eimaan had planned that far ahead. What would they do? Letting him go was too big of a risk. Even if he was powerless, that wouldn't stop him from seeking revenge in other ways. Handing him off to a Guild was an option, but that seemed far too cruel. Who knew what those hunters would do? And while rehab programs existed, those were geared towards newly-made vampires and werebeasts. A dragon would have no place there.

Did that mean… were they going to kill him when this was all over?

"Please," Rhys said when she didn't answer. "I can comply with the experiments. I'll be a model prisoner. Just please tell me you'll let me go. When it's over."

Nyra hadn't anticipated that, either. Offering to go along with Ei's plan? Maybe the desperation wasn't being faked.

"What happens if we do?"

"I leave you alone forever."

As much as she wanted to believe that, she couldn't. The last dragon attack had been two decades ago and it had destroyed an entire town, burning it to the ground and taking its occupants with it. If setting Rhys free meant even the smallest chance of that happening again, the Khanhs couldn't allow it.

But Nyra didn't say that. Instead, she said, "I'll see what I can do."

And she left, without another glance back.

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast @hold-back-on-the-comfort

[marsdenlee]

A MEMORY: THEY'RE NOT EVEN LISTENING Synopsis: Mars, age 22 and living in a 1 bedroom apartment in the North Side of Chicago, tells his wife that he's quitting ballet. Soundtrack: Inside Voices by Too Close To Touch (tw argument, tw alcohol mention, tw implied assault, tw non-consensual acts)

"I did it. I can't believe I did it," he let out, half a laugh bubbling within his throat and escaping in a breath. His wife sat at the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in one hand and her laptop open in the other. She often drank while studying, claimed it helped her focus and made her feel more mature, manifesting the lifestyle that she wanted where she was older in a nice house and reviewing legal notes for her actual case load instead of pretend ones for her classes.

"Did what?" She asked, sipping her wine, setting it down carefully so the glass didn't clink too loudly against the faux granite countertop. She couldn't help but start to mirror his smile, it had been a while since she'd seen it that big, the last few days and even weeks he'd been so serious, focusing on his interview and performance for the new ballet company he had been applying for. "Did you get in?" Anticipated excitement rising.

Mars blinked, "Well. Yes, but--"

"That's great, honey!" She cheered and stood up, moving around the kitchen counter island to grab him a wine glass from the cabinet, "We should celebrate!"

"No," Mars stepped forward, stopped her hands from opening the cabinet doors and held them within his own, long slender fingers decorated only by a silver wedding band on his left hand, "No, that's not it. I quit," and he smiled, broad and wide as if it was something to be proud of but she didn't understand and her brows furrowed.

"What do you mean you quit? You just said you got in?"

Mars squeezed her hands, "I did but I'm done. I don't want to do it anymore. I told you I was thinking about quitting and I did it. Starting tomorrow I'm a free man." Finally, finally, after years, he could be free and he waited, searching her face for a positive reaction but all she did was pull her hands out from his.

"I don't understand. I thought you wanted to work for this new company. I mean, why even apply if you weren't going to do it?" She questioned, confused and agitated. "What happened?"

"Nothing happened," he responded a bit too quickly, too defensively, body stiffening in response. "I told you already. Weren't you listening?" And he repeated it again though he'd told her countless times before though with a bit more ice and pent up malice in his tone, "I don't want to do ballet anymore."

She exhaled harshly, "Why not? Did something happen? Whatever it is you can just apologize--" Mars scoffed "--What?" She snapped at him.

"Why do you automatically assume it's something I did?" Mars questioned her sharply, moving around her to put some space between them but she followed.

"Because you've been so weird lately. Talking about quitting, saying you hate ballet when you love it. You've worked towards this your entire life and you're just going to let it all go to waste? Are you really going to be that petty that you'd purposefully ruin the rest of your life?"

"I'm not being petty," Mars replied, jaw tense, muscles flexing as he pulled open the fridge and peered inside though he wasn't looking at anything in particular and reached in on impulse to grab a beer can. "And I don't love ballet. I hate it," he slammed the door and cracked open the beer can, alcohol fizzing and foaming out the opening at the top, "I hate da fucking hours. I hate da fucking outfits. I hate da fucking wood floors and da goddamn mirror. Da stupid fucking mirror. If I never step foot into another studio again for da rest of my life I'd die happy." If he never saw his reflection again either he'd be even happier.

"What the fuck wrong with you?" She questioned, voice inevitably rising to match his volume.

"Da fuck is wrong with me?" He shouted her words back at her, anger rising like battery acid, sour at the back of his throat, throwing the beer can into the sink where it exploded in a spray of bitter alcohol, "Da fuck is wrong with you? Why can't you just fuckin' support me? Why isn't anyone listenin' to me? Why doesn't anyone fucking believe me when I say I'm done?" Everything coming out like a tidal wave, "I hate this. I hate myself. I'm fucking suffocating. How come when I say no it doesn't mean anythin'? Why ain't my no good enough? Why can't I say no? It's supposed to mean somethin' but it-- an' ya ain't listenin' to me. I keep sayin' I want to stop. I don't wanna do dis anymore, I don't--" his hands scrambled over his body, tearing off his jacket and throwing it across the room as sobs erupted out from somewhere deep within his belly, he'd shoved down his feelings for so many years and kept them locked up inside of a chest within himself but it was overflowing and the hinges were breaking, emotion leaking out from between the seams and into his daily life until now where it reached a point where it could no longer be contained and it all came rushing out and he was powerless and weak from fighting it that he could do nothing against the onslaught now but let it out not even capable of holding himself upright so he slumped to the floor, collapsing like all the air and life was sucked out from his body as his lungs and shoulders heaved with a tidal wave of unfelt feelings that now demanded to be felt.

His wife stood by, not knowing what to do. She'd never ever seen him break down like this before in their entire life of knowing each other, had never seen him cry this deeply. It was terrifying, watching someone she had always known to be her rock suddenly fall into pieces in front of her eyes, like he was shattering and all she felt capable of doing was to stand there and watch as the man she loved fell apart, unable to pick the pieces up and glue them back together. She tried but the movements felt awkwardly mechanical and without feeling, kneeling down to his level where she reached out, trying to wrap her arms around him but he flinched away from her touch.

"Don't touch me," he cried out in between whimpering sobs, "Don't touch me."

So she didn't and held her knees instead, fingers squeezing against bare skin, "I don't know what you want me to do," she said quietly and he couldn't answer her.

[jj-the-writer]

Day 2 @kelbreyweek:

Minor omori spoilers.

Aged up.

Alright let's see, Aubrey comes back from her work in approximately 1 hour from now, the cake is ready and the only thing to do is prepare the house for her to find once she's home! I just have to get dressed and set up the decorations! Shouldn't be too difficult, right? Alright let's get started!

He went over to a cabinet, in which he had hidden all of today's decorations and got them all out. Banners, stickers, cone hats, and a packet of sparklers, all of which were birthday themed! He had also hidden a bottle of expensive champagne, he had been saving money for months to get this bottle. His two part-time jobs doesn't pay enough so he could casually buy it. He put up the banner right across the door so she could see it as soon as she came in, he applied the big wall stickers all over the room to give it a festive vibe and he hung a few ornaments on the ceiling. He prepared some party poppers to surprise Aubrey once she stepped in the room and then he looked at the room satisfied.

Alright I'll go dress up into some better clothes now, gotta look good for the birthday girl!

Kel ended up wearing a dark orange button-up shirt with black buttons and a pair of brown pants as well as a nice pair of converse shoes her had for a while. And so, he waited for Aubrey next to the door, party popper in hand. Soon he heard the keys to the door and he got excited, got in position and shot the party popper as soon as the door opened! Aubrey let out a Yelp before Kel shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUBREY!"

"KEL I COULD'VE DROPPED OUR COFFEES! Wait, birthday? My birthday?" Responded Aubrey confused and surprised."UH YEAH? Did you really forget your own birthday?" Aubrey pulled out her phone and checked the date. "23rd of May... Yeah I did forget. Huh." Aubrey finally takes a look around the room and sees everything her lover and roommate had prepared for her birthday.

"Kel... Oh my god. When did you find the time to do all this? It's amazing!"

"Well as soon as I got back from work I had one hour before you usually get back so I got to work straight away! Oh and if you look over at the counter you can see a cake! I can't bake really well so it's store bought, I hope you don't mind..."

"Are you JOKING? Why would I mind? This party is the furthest anyone has ever gone for my birthday! Thank you so much!" She says before giving Kel a big hug, nearly tripping him over. Kel pat Aubrey's pink hair before saying "Don't even mention it Aub."

As Aubrey was looking around the room amazed by the work her boyfriend had put in, Kel was setting the candles and the sparklers for the cake.

"Oh by the way, Sunny Basil and Hero wanted to come but couldn't for their own reasons, but they desperately wanted to go on a video call at LEAST for the happy birthday song"

"Aw, it's a pity they couldn't make it, but I understand we don't live close at all. Well no worries I'll beat them real good next time I see them." And then there's a slight pause with Kel looking over at her, on the brink of laughing. "Lovingly ofcourse." Continues Aubrey.

"Alright alright, the cake is ready 21 candles exactly! How about we call them?" "Sounds good!"

They both sat next to each other on their couch and Kel pulled out his phone and set it on a stand at their table as the call was going.

Hero Is the first to pick up. He's wearing a lab coat and rectangle glasses with a bit of stubble on his chin. As soon as he gets into the call he greets them by saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUBREY!" "Hello hero!" Respond the both of them. Aubrey thanks hero and then Basil's phone connects to the call, surprisingly it's sunny but basil comes running behind him saying "I told you to wait for me! Hello Kel and ofcourse Happy birthday Aubrey!" Said basil with an excited smile on his face. Sunny repeated the phrase excited but silently. Sunny doesn't speak much so this is already more than the group can get out of him usually. Aubrey thanks them both and then Kel prepares all of them for the song. They all have a lovely time singing the birthday song, Kel kissed her after she blew out the candles. After that they spent their time cracking jokes, catching up a little bit and just hanging out for about an hour, but then they all hang up after saying their goodbyes for the night and wishing happy birthday to Aubrey once again.

But that isn't all Kel had planned out for Aubrey's Birthday. Kel saved some pink colored sparklers for last, and ofcourse his birthday gift to her. But he wanted to wait till it was darker out to make for better atmosphere, so instead, he he put on some music, a playlist he had made of her favorite songs and started blasting it, occasionally dancing with her if the song was appropriate.

Aubrey couldn't contain her excitement as she heard one favorite songs after the other. She danced, kissed, drunk, laughed and play fought with Kel until the night came around.

Kel changed the playlist into something more calming and appropriate for what he had planned out, and he closed most of the lights but instead opened a few candles.

Aubrey was laying on the couch but she soon realized what was happening and asked "Hey, what're you doing?"

"You'll see, it's a surprise!" He told his lover with one of his usual bright smiles. Aubrey felt herself blush, maybe it was the effect of the champagne, or she was just that in love with him. She couldn't help herself from smiling and she said "Alright I'll wait, but be quick, I'm not the most patient." Aubrey tried to appear intimidating but Kel wasn't biting and simply assured her he wasn't going to take long.

Eventually he sat next to Aubrey on the couch and she sat up again from laying down.

Kel looked at her and said "Close your eyes."

Aubrey looked at him in suspicion but she complied and closed her eyes. She felt two hands go around her neck and to the back. She gasped as soon as she realized what was going on but Kel told her to keep her eyes shut for just a little longer. Soon he clasped the necklace properly to her neck, but before taking his hands back he made sure to softly caress his lover's beautiful pink hair and give her a kiss. As soon as he pulled back he said "Alright you can open your eyes now!"

Aubrey immediately opened her eyes and looked down her neck. It was a beautiful necklace with a slim silver chain and at the end of it, there was a miniature sun. Kel began speaking.

"It's nothing crazy or expensive haha... I chose a sun because in my eyes, you're just as bright..." Kel couldn't see Aubrey's face since she was still looking down at her necklace but he heard a hiccup come from her. Immediately he noticed she was crying and he tried to comfort her saying "What happened?" Or "Did you not like it? We can return it!" And other things because he was caught off guard, he didn't want to make her sad, but Kel couldn't be further from the truth.

Eventually Aubrey raised her head and looked at him, cheeks red, eyes running. She opened her mouth and said "It's beautiful. I'm just crying because... I never got any birthday gifts to... Actually mean something, and I never celebrated my birthday in a place I could call home... Never before... But this... This has to be one of the best days of my life..." She started crying harder and harder as her voice got louder "ALSO YOU SAID I'M BRIGHT LIKE THE SUUUUUN!" Aubrey finally broke down and hugged her boyfriend harder than she had ever done before, she thanked him over and over and said "I love you" more times than any one of them could count. Kel hugged her back and rubbed her back, he was relieved that it was tears of joy, and he kept reassuring her for his love and saying "Stop thanking me already."

After a bit of a happy emotional breakdown, Aubrey had calmed down. She stood up and apologized for going off the rails saying she doesn't handle alcohol very well. Kel looked at the bottle before saying "Honey, this is alcohol free..."

After a brief pause they both looked at each other in silence and then immediately started laughing like crazy. "OooOoOh I'm sOooOo drunk rn..." Aubrey said jokingly before cracking up again and Kel faked fainting on the floor because he was so 'drunk'.

Later in the night, Kel suggested they go back to their bed in order to sleep. Kel noticed that Aubrey was comfortable and so he suggested to carry her on the bed. Aubrey immediately ceased her struggling and got up right away, she looked at Kel and said "Don't you dare."

Kel responded in a smug smile and said "I'm not listening..." before sweeping her off her feet (litteraly and figuratively) and picked her up princess-carry style. Aubrey immediately started yelling "PUT ME DOWN YOU IDIOT!" Kel declined and started walking towards their bedroom, blowing out the candles in his path. Aubrey hit him playfully on the head a few times as she kept yelling at him but he didn't falter and kept walking. Soon enough he placed her on the bed.

"Was it so bad?"

"... You know I don't like that clichè stuff..." Said Aubrey half upset at her boyfriend. "Well I do, plus I think you deserve a princess carry." Said kel with a smile as he got into bed next to her. Aubrey threw a pillow at him and said "Fuck you." Kel picked up the pillow and placed it behind her head. "I love you too" he said once again with a smile.

Aubrey let his treachery slide since he made her feel so happy earlier and she hugged him as the both of them started drifting off to sleep.

"Happy birthday, Bun..."

[darkplaceblankface]

A sci-fi horror take on this:

"I don't want him like that," the witch lies. "Y-You overstep."

Colonel Wiseman snickers. "It's fine if you do. It isn't a bad thing. He doesn't look broken. Barring the faction, most find enjoyment with their positions. Let me tell you about mine. My only one. I once swore I'd never get one either."

"I don't want to hear it," Indie huffs.

"Just let me tell you!" Zara urges. "He used to teach Physics. That's pretty handy at times. I actually moved from Second to First Class after he taught me how to apply resonance to create better seismic force. He's a pain, though. Drives me crazy. He looks good, and he does make some great meals..."

"Your point?"

"I knew him as well," Colonel Wiseman confesses. "He was my TA, and I was a student, once upon a time. At first, I was afraid we'd never be anything to each other and I couldn't keep my eye off of him. Who could? He's gorgeous. I thought I'd never see him again, but then all of this happened."

She has no clue where the Colonel is going with this but lets the woman continue to babble on. Zara is known to be prone to senseless chatter. That translates well to detailed tactical strategy, not so much intimacy advice.

"It felt selfish, and yet so right to keep him," the Colonel adds. "You'd think he'd be grateful."

"Is this going somewhere?" the witch rolls her eyes.

"Yes," Wiseman laughs. "He fought like hell. Bit, punched, kicked and screamed the entire time when he was getting processed and getting his band. It was, in a sense, exciting. I knew that I had a chance to capture something so perfect, that the others might not even get. So, I snatched him up. No one else was going to take him."

Indie pinches her brow. "Oh."

"It just takes some faith," Wiseman says happily. "Some work, and some patience. He called me all kinds of things, and I didn't even threaten him. Used to sneer and call me horrible insults, and he'd throw books, vases, you name it."

"What did you do?" the witch asks curiously, but apprehensively.

Wiseman beams. "That's the best part. Not anything really. I treated him with respect. Of course, I wasn't going to wait forever. So I called Nikita."

They really have to whisper now.

"Advisor Nikita," the witch stares. "Like, the reason we have 'time on our side' Nikita? "

"Yes, her," Wiseman gestures enthusiastically. "If anyone could help me get this handsome devil to realize that life with me wasn't bad, it was her. Her domain and the perception. While maintaining his health. It's humane and a kindness."

The witch tilts her head in memory. "What are you getting to?"

"I didn't threaten him," Wiseman repeats. "Instead, I let him sit in his room. And we turned the dial of one night to being 25 years. With the door locked. And the furniture gone and the room padded, which Nikita recommended. And the lights out, because it was nighttime of course. Oh! And mitts on, so he wouldn't scratch out his eyes. Another Nikita suggestion."

"Wiseman," Indie's eyes widen, a warning to not finish that story.

"Don't knock it till you try it," Wiseman offers. "And now I have a boyfriend. When I got my 8 hours, and the sun rose and the roosters crowed, and I guess just when I finally felt like it...I opened the door. He was still pretty, and healthy, but he'd essentially processed two and half decades of what it was like to sit alone in the dark for that long. All alone. I'm sure he had a long time to think about what he'd done."

The witch facepalms. "This is not going to help me, Wiseman."

Wiseman laughs in response. "I was the first thing he saw. The first person, the first touch, warmth, all at once. That alone is a bit intoxicating, isn't it? Still, I expected him to snap. But he didn't. He was the one who suddenly wanted affection. Who wanted to touch me, kiss me, who wanted to be so close."

The witch sucks in a breath. "And you thought that was ok?"

"Sure was, General," Wiseman grins. "And it was beautiful. The way he sobbed, and apologized for all of those horrid names. Such a gentle soul, after all, sweet with it. Much like your boy."

Indie cringes, putting a hand up. She doesn't want to hear anymore of this.

"Gratitude and proper behavior are traits you rarely find in the wild," the Colonel supplies. "It's a skill to tame one. It's privilege to own one. It's an achievement to have a good one by your side."

The witch is actually shocked at the Colonel's brutal candor. And is quite disturbed, for a moment. Wiseman has some balls on her, today.

"He's so eager and he jumps at the opportunity for any attention, or to offer to do things," the Colonel crows. "Makes a day a lot more enjoyable. Makes you feel loved, makes you feel wanted. That's all I'm saying. Just be clear with the boundaries."

"This isn't the same at all," the witch mutters.

"You have to have the strength," the Colonel confirms. "To help them. He knows now. I would never do it again, but he always hiccups and begs whenever I seem upset. He's so silly, thinking that, but the way he cries and begs my forgiveness...I never knew love could feel this sweet."

The witch scoffs. "Well, that's...nice. Why are you even telling me this, then?"

Wiseman shrugs. "I work hard and come home and he's there waiting for me. He's always relieved to know that the day was just a day, and when I open the door, he gets to be mine. What's that saying again?"

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," the witch echoes the idiom with disbelief.

"They trust you and need you," the Colonel finishes. "And that connection, it makes it all worth it. Now we share kisses, like normal lovers, go out, eat together, the works. Sometimes we play Scrabble!"

tw: isolation, dehumanization, captivity, panic attack mention, self harm (not in vivid detail)

isolation punishment in whump.

say whumpee tried to escape, and almost succeeded. Or hurt whumper, or killed someone working for whumper. something whumper would consider serious.

whumpee who gets trapped in basically a functional apartment- self restocking food and a working bathroom but no tv, or books, or board games, or anything made to entertain or keep them busy. there are no windows, and the lights turn on and off by themselves, and the door is heavy, dark, and grey- not to mention, locked. the only reason why their prison resembles a home is so that they would take care of themselves and wouldn’t be allowed to see the people who are giving them food or taking their dishes.

whumpee who starts hurting themselves just for something to do.

they get kept in there for sometime above a month, and when whumper finally comes in to check on them, they are so, so desperate for any kind of human touch.

whumpee who gets down on their knees in front of whumper, begging and pleading for forgiveness while sobbing violently. whumpee who’s just begging for whumper to not leave them alone. they’ll be good, they’ll be exactly whatever whumper wants them to be, just please don’t leave them. maybe whumper sees how desperate whumpee is to not be left alone, and decides based on that to leave them in there for a little while longer.

Or a whumper who likes to portray themselves as kind, holding whumpee in their lap while they cry and talking about how much they missed whumpee and how they hate doing things like this, but if whumpee would just be good, they wouldn’t have to.

whumper who found their breaking point, and every time they’re disobeying from then on, whumper just asks them if they want to go go back in their room, and whumper is instantly going completely silent. whumper smiles and ruffles their hair, saying something demeaning like ‘good pet’.

whumpee who never really gets over it. after recovery, they can’t be left alone at all so that they don’t have debilitating panic attacks. caretaker at a loss, because they love whumpee, but they have other obligations in their life and whumpee can’t come with them to all of them.

maybe caretaker doesn’t notice at first and whumpee doesn’t say anything, so whumpee stays home for a couple days just pulling at their hair or scratching at their skin to stay calm. whumpee who’s confused and so lost, because they don’t know why they’re being punished.

[lovemesickdarling]

Ano and Sky walked through the entrance of the large pale pink hospital. The interior matched the exterior's soft pink hue, giving off a comforting vibe. As they explored further, they couldn't help but notice the increasingly cutesy decor. The walls were adorned with posters of feminine people in various cute styles, along with decorations of hearts, strawberries, and oddly, even blood splatters. Ano took the lead, a sense of unease washing over her. "Something d-doesn't feel right about this place," Ano murmured, putting a hand in front of Sky. "Excuse me," a nurse interrupted. "You're not allowed down there. Are you looking for someone?" Sky turned to the nurse, wearing a lazy grin. "Yeah, we're looking for someone named Dr. Bisque."

"Oh," the nurse chuckled. "Of course. Please follow me to the waiting room."

"We don't have time. Take us to t-the doctor i-immediately," Ano insisted, her expression stern. The nurse maintained a friendly smile. "I understand, but Dr. Bisque is in high demand. Please come to the waiting room." Sky assessed the situation, but Ano urged her not to cause any trouble. They followed the nurse into the large waiting room, which occupied most of the hospital. It was filled with at least 400 people, divided into two sections - one with feminine and androgynous individuals on the left, and the other with masculine individuals on the right. The nurse gestured for Sky and Ano to sit on the left side. "What's going on in this place?" Sky grumbled. "I'm not e-entirely sure, but stay on guard," Ano cautioned. They watched as people were called into rooms and emerged with a more feminine appearance. Sky's attention wavered, but Ano remained observant. Something was definitely amiss, possibly involving the doctor herself.

After enduring six hours of waiting, Sky and Ano were finally summoned, probably due to the nurse's registration earlier. They followed the nurse to the back of the hospital, entering a white, comfortable room. A few minutes later, a tall, lanky woman entered, standing at least nine feet tall. Sky was taken aback by her unusual appearance, her mouth left agape. "Hello, hello, hello," Doctor Bisque greeted, her long, snake-like tongue hanging from her mouth. "Let's see what we're working with. Undress, pretty please."

"We're not here for any medical need," Ano declared. "We'd like to d-discuss some business."

"Let's see what we're working with. Undress, pretty please," Doctor Bisque repeated, her head tilted. Then, her eyes widened. "I can't stand looking at you like this. I need to fix you."

"Whaddya mean?" Sky demanded, standing up in front of the doctor. Doctor Bisque's nose twitched, and her expression twisted. "Nurses," she called. "Hold them down and undress them." In an instant, four nurses rushed into the room, pinning Sky and Ano to the ground and forcibly removing their clothing, tossing the scraps aside.

"What the hell?!" Sky growled.

"Relax!" Doctor Bisque exclaimed with an eerie yet sweet tone. She injected both Sky and Ano with a sleeping solution, and before long, they drifted into unconsciousness. The nurses departed, and Doctor Bisque restrained Ano before focusing on Sky. She placed Sky into a bathtub, filling it with warm, soapy water that quickly turned a disgusting brown as she scrubbed Sky clean. After draining and refilling the tub, she shaved Sky's legs, arms, stomach, and everything else before tending to her hair with the highest-quality products. Doctor Bisque rinsed, dried, moisturized Sky, and applied light makeup to her face. Finally, she dressed her in feminine clothing and added adorning accessories, her satisfaction evident as she hugged Sky and inhaled the scent of her hair. "You're so pretty now," Doctor Bisque murmured. "Well, onto the other one." She took Sky into another room and administered a sedative to keep her tame once she awoke.

Doctor Bisque returned to Ano, lifting her and gently placing her in the bathtub. As she removed the restraints, Ano's eyes snapped open, and she instinctively grabbed Doctor Bisque by the throat, her voice filled with anger and confusion. "What the h-hell are you up t-to?" Ano growled. Doctor Bisque's tongue swiftly coiled around Ano's wrist, and sharp spikes from her tongue pierced her skin, injecting a stronger dose of the sleeping solution. Ano's grip weakened, and she soon went limp. Doctor Bisque proceeded to groom Ano just as she had with Sky. After finishing with Ano, she injected her with a potent sedative and placed her next to Sky. Several minutes passed before both Sky and Ano began to wake, their senses dulled from the sedative.

"You pretty women wanted to talk business. What business, hm? Hm?" Doctor Bisque inquired. "I heard you're a very good d-doctor," Ano responded, her words slow and slurred, her eyes half-lidded. "We wanted you to join our g-group. I can take you to the Lady for you to speak with her." Doctor Bisque tilted her head unnaturally far, considering the proposition. "Group? Hmm. Group? Mmm," she mused, a strange smile forming on her face. "Maybe. I think I will. Maybe. Come back in two days, midnight."

"You can't go right now or today? We came all the way here," Sky slurred, her voice barely coherent.

"Come back in two days, midnight," Doctor Bisque repeated, firmly escorting Ano and Sky out of the room, leaving them with this unsettling promise.

[slowerpusssycat]

𝑴𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒐𝒏𝒆

𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝑨𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

⤏𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: consensual non consent, nipple play, body worship, eating out, finger fucking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, slight dumbification, praise, degradation, choking, hair tugging

⤏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Mikasa wakes you up with a surprise.

She is so beautiful like this. Her shiny hair covering our silky pillowcases. Her brows relaxed and eyes closed. Lulled in her sweet dreams, she is not aware. Aware of her body being on full display. Sun is already out. Curtains are purposefully drawn out. She is still unbothered. Her skin melting into our mattress.

God, she is so delicious.

How can I let her sleep when her cunt is dripping on the duvet, her legs are spread apart enough to give a free show to anyone who dares to open this door.

At first, I caressed her hair. Watched it fall from my fingertips like fairy dust. Her shoulders warm and hands soft.

Then, I scattered wet pecks over her collarbones, grazing her neck with my fingers and kissing her knuckles.

Looked at her pretty face. Analysed the way her eyelashes fall and how her nose perks up. How her lips shined and her cheeks still held their rosy tint.

I watched her move. How she loved sleeping on her back, arms holding up her head. How she would get hot when I covered her with a blanket, but would look for it and cover herself up soon after tossing it to the other side of the bed.

How she was unaware I was awake and watching her. Waiting for her to wake up. I really tried my best. Appreciating her and engraving this moment in my head.

But she needs to wake up now.

Kissing her cheek, without a reaction I kissed her lips. My hands have been waiting for this moment. Moment when I was allowed to touch her skin and throw her legs over my shoulders. Moment when I brushed her hair out of her face and sucked on her neck. She was still sleeping.

Fuck this.

No more dreaming for fucks sake.

I grabbed whipping cream from the bedside table, leaving the tray with fruit untouched. Easily applying it on her soft nipples, not even this morning air was able to get a reaction from the Sleeping Beauty. Bringing my face closer I sucked on the sugarcoated bud, immediately feeling her hips buckle up underneath her sleeping gown.

"Oh"

Yeah, oh.

Holding her down by the waist, I smiled licking her clean before repeating the process on the other side.

She tried to move, but not so fast baby. I had to endure looking at you for two full hours. Feel it on your skin.

Cupping her tits, I pressed down on her sensitive nipples to watch them perk up. She tried to turn around in her sleep, without success.

Pulling her legs apart, I was face to face with her cunt.

Her exposed skin gleamed in sunlight.

Kissing her inner thighs, skin so soft I couldn't resist not leaving marks. Licking the sore skin afterwards, I looked up to see her cover her eyes and sink deeper into the mattress. Little brat.

I softly circled her clit, still looking up. It was early, I wanted her to feel every motion and shudder. Licking her wet cunt I held her thighs tighter to prevent her from interrupting me. She was still dreaming when I slipped my first finger from her clit into her.

God, she was so tight. Slipping in and out, trying to get her attention. Her breathing became uneven, but I couldn't grasp if she was still sleeping. I hoped she was, otherwise my little bitch was in for a rude awakening, quite literally.

"Aaah~ More, please more."

"So you're not sleeping after all. You really had me there pretty girl. Well, isn't this what you wanted huh?"

She giggled. She had the audacity to giggle.

"You're so lucky you're cute in the morning, otherwise we would have a problem"

"Damn, so I woke up for nothing?" - she complained.

I added another finger to simply show who was in charge. She rolled her eyes, but didn't talk back. She tried to buckle her hips up against my hand but I didn't allow it. Pressing down on her hips, I added another digit in her soaking core. Looking up, her eyes were closed and she gave herself the permission to tug at my hair when stimulation got too much for her this early morning.

"What is it Darling, you can't even look into my eyes. Open them Whore, I want you to see me."

Her eyes shot open, like I put a spell on her. "Good girl, don't look away now, understood?"

I held my sight on her, my fingers still nested inside her wet core while I brushed over her clit, at first softly to build her orgasm before speeding up. She could barely look at me, her hips trying to follow my hand and buckle up with every thrust.

Unable to speak, she started fidgeting around, her hand still tangled up in my hair while she tugged the sheets with her free one.

"What is it Love, are you going to cum?" I smiled softly, keeping my usual rhythm.

"Yeaaa, please, I can't do it anymore-e" - she shuddered underneath my hold and pressure, her thighs shaking and eyes closing, only for a split second knowing she had to keep them on me.

"Awh, Sleepy head, are you tired?" - I asked, as she vigorously nodded her head, her breathing heavy now.

"Nghhh, pleasee, I can't do itttt"

"Too bad Love, don't you dare cum until I say you can." - were my last words before I replaced my finger with my tongue, circling her clit while curling my fingers inside her to brush against that special bundle of nerves.

"Mikaasa, pleease, please, I'm begging you" - she was crying, pulling my hair to get me to end her misery. If it weren't for my shoulders to hold her legs, they would have hit the mattress a long time ago.

"Fucking yourself on my fingers, like a sweet desperate slut you are, come on, you can do better than that."

Her brows knitted together in a concentrated grimace, she was trying to hold it in, but it seemed like that hold started to slip away.

Finally, plunging inside her one more time I spoke up.

"You can cum Darling, let me see you make a mess Whore. Come on."

"Fu-fuck, fuck fuck fuck, I can't, oh my God"

I didn't stop my fingers, kept fucking her through her orgasm while she was finally able to match my movement with her fingers. Her eyes closed now, she looked so angelic I didn't have the heart to disturb her.

"You look so pretty like this Princess" I caressed her cheek, still moving my fingers inside her.

"Aah, please, please, I can't do it anymore" - she tried to pull away.

I pulled out my fingers out of her core, looking up into her eyes I brought my slick covered finger to my mouth before pulling it in my mouth and wrapping my tongue around it to taste her.

God, she was so sweet.

"You taste wonderfully my Love, your turn now." - I brought my hand closer to her, before lifting her chin. "Open up." She could barely hold her eyes open, but she did. Moaning incoherent words when her taste spread around. So dumb and cute.

Pulling out my fingers, I reached underneath our bed to grab something.

"What do you say, a round two?" I smiled proudly holding my strap on in front of her face. She looked shocked, thinking I was done with her.

"What is it Whore, cat got your tongue? I thought this was what you asked for last night, huh?"

"Oh fuck, yes"

"What's your safe word, Angel?"

"Mascarpone"

"You're such a good girl for me" - was all I said before adjusting my strap on. Her eyes barely open, still in bliss from her last orgasm.

I pulled her in a soft kiss to have her focus on me and stop dozing off. Circling her clit, I slipped my fingers down to check if she was ready. Breathy whine welcomed me, indicating she was more than ready for me.

"Are you sleepy, Doll?" - I asked, catching her off guard when I pulled her by the hips, placing her on the edge of the bed. She forgot what I had asked when I turned her around to lay on her stomach. Her ass in front of me, I pushed her head lower, her back arching instantly.

"Awee, look at you, I don't need to do much, you know exactly where I want you. Such a pretty sight" - I slapped her ass to emphasize my words, my dick already brushing over her entrance.

"Aaah, Mikasaa, please, I can't wait anymore"

"What's my name Darling?" - I grabbed her long hair, breathing against her neck. Putting even more pressure on her wet cunt, but not quite enough to enter her.

"It's-s Daddy."

"So, why aren't you using it Love?" - kissing her neck, I sank inside her tight pussy, not letting her reply.

"AAH, I'm sorry Daddy, it won't happen again."

"It better not, or we'll have a problem." - I softly whispered, before thrusting in the rest of my length, pulling her closer towards me.

"Nghhh, it's so biggg"

"Goddamn, isn't that what you want Doll, I replied between shallow thrusts, to be full of my dick? Huh Sweetheart?"

"Yesss, pleasee"

I sped up, holding her hips to root into her faster. I tugged at her hair, her back looked like it could break any minute from the pressure. The line of her spine was glistening in the light. Her ass bare, jiggling as I smacked it and rammed against it.

I sped up, she was getting quieter, I didn't want her sleeping on me. I wrapped my hand around her throat, feeling her pulse and pressing over it.

"Oh my God, have mercy on me."

"No, Darling, he can't save you now" - I cooed, she looked so dumb when I hit her favourite spot. She would go on blabbering incoherent words and cursing.

"Ohh, I can't handle-e ittt" - she closed her eyes, another wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Come on, Baby, you can do it." - my hold on her neck got tighter when I sped up, sensing she were close but so was I.

"Are you okay Love?"

"Mikaasa, I can't, I can't, this is too much, oh my goodness, right thereeee, please Daddyy"

"Fuck, does that feel good Cumslut, are you close?"

"Ah yees, right there-"

I tugged at her hair, arching her back even more if that was even possible, slamming against her hips. I circled her clit, to give her that last push.

"Nghhh, I'm cumming, pleaseee" - she cried out, shaking as I pushed inside her one last time, before cumming myself.

"Jeez, you look so full right now Darling." - I caressed her back before slowly pulling out and turning her around.

"You're so pretty like this." I kissed her forehead, brushing over her clit and cunt collecting her slick.

"S-stop" - she managed to whine, pushing my hand away.

"Awee, someone is sensitive?"

"Someone is pushy as well"

"You don't know how to stop talking, even though you can barely keep your eyes open."

"Hmm, that's right."

"What do you say, quick nap and then another one?"

"You're absolutely crazy, but fuck yeah. Only if you'll let me ride you this time."

"Deal, I can't wait to see your titties jiggle anyway"

"Shut up and kiss me, bastard."

[rubycaped]

the moment lights went out, Kate vanished into the dark. not even the street light that poured through the back window cast it's glow upon the bat. it was a tight corridor with short ceilings, no way to get leverage above them with the grapple. she laid in wait, pressed flush into the corner. she watched Selina in action for a few moments whilst anticipating her next move.

she was unsure what to make of the cat's behaviour. though she couldn't deny her efficiency in taking out enemies. it was almost frightening to witness.

however it was the perfect distraction, she silently grabbed the gunman directly in front of her and carefully applied pressure til he fell unconscious - rinse and repeat for the next one until she felt the touch of the cat.

" aye, aye, captain. "

Kate rushed the doorway, two well timed throws of her batarangs dis armed the two gunmen ahead of her. followed with a half pirouette into crescent kick - knocking one to the floor as the second stumbled into her hammerfist already flying his way. her boot then pinned the first to the floor as she leaned down:

" your boss is willing to kill to not let this get out, hm? ah, no no no, bad boy - no reaching for your gun. don't want me to sick my panther on you do you? that's what I thought. now be a good boy and stay down, we're leaving here with the data and your boss will be dealt with whether he likes it or not. understood? -- shit! "

the bat had little time to react as the other assailant leapt at her, knife in hand. the blade pierced her suit and dug into her shoulder. she quickly got a tight grip on him and slammed the two together on the ground with a loud grunt.

" fuck, I really need to reinforce this damn suit. "

the cat never has to dodge the bullet. thank goodness, really, because she would’ve hated pulling that hamstring. the gun, instead, goes flying from this moron’s hands and a grin breaks out across her face so vivacious, so enormous, so charmed, so greatbig that it might as well take over her cheeks completely. she’s all dimples, red lips a scarlet picture frame. she backs up until she feels the bat’s cape against her, between her shoulderblades, the solid muscle of her own frame matched in the other’s. the cat stands six-feet in her seven inch heels, glistening now with cast-off ruby. she turns her head and speaks calmly, just behind the bat’s ear.

“3… 2…. 1.”

a claw clicks the side of her goggles and all at once the world turns off. every shape is eaten by shadow, and to the cat’s cruelly laughing delight these men suddenly turn terrified of the dark.

she doesn’t move, instead turning her head to take in with a silent glee the tangible terror on a man’s face. oh, baby boy, are you having a bad time? she doesn’t say it, restrains the quip in favor of the brief microcosm she’s created.

with a subtle joy she watches the mood change but not for her.

“you fuckin’ — where the fuck —“

a shot rings out and the cat silences the man mere seconds later with a blow to his ear from a sharply placed kick, moving fluidly — and without sound. her heels don’t click. (fuck bless starktech.) he drops with an enormous crash, out cold, a thin seam or red trickling from inside his ear. she moves to the bat easily, next.

taps her elbow and speaks—

“you go doorway, i go corner, then we regroup. on your mark.”

she waits, patiently turned aside, eyes gleaming coal-bright with a quiet ecstasy in the dark.

anyone else would think she was a cat.

[wanderinginksplot]

Riye (A Favor) - Alpha-17/f!Reader fic

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Third installment of my Alpha-17/fem!reader fic!

Word-Count: 3,100

Warnings: aggressive flirtation, Alpha is rude.

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You carefully straightened the neckline of your shirt, eyes on the refresher mirror. It might be silly, but today marked a full month since you had come to Kamino, and you wanted to look your best.

Your outfit had survived the morning, despite a meeting with several Kaminoans who wanted updates on your progress. You had been able to deliver good news - that you were right on schedule - but a sense of doubt overshadowed any triumph you might have felt. The first deadline had been met, but the next one promised to step up the workload, and you were already feeling overwhelmed at the idea.

Still, you were determined to push the negativity out of your mind. You would figure out a better schedule to complete the work later. Today was a celebration.

The bad thing about taking more care with your appearance was that it attracted more attention than usual from the cadets. You had politely turned away two different groups of young men by the time Alpha was due to arrive in the cafeteria. Another cadet - alone, this time - was doing his best to keep from being dismissed as well.

"Was it raining when you came in, ma’am?" he asked, leaning over you. "I have flight drills after this and it gets even more dangerous in the rain."

You did your best not to smile at the obvious way he was hinting about being a pilot. "You know, I think it was raining the last time I was near a window," you told him, voice grave.

"Then I'm going to need some luck to survive," he said dramatically, flashing you a smile he clearly hoped would be charming. "I've heard a kiss from a beautiful woman is a good start. What do you think? It might help me survive the afternoon."

"I wouldn't count on it," a dark voice warned.

The cadet stood as straight as possible as Alpha approached. The captain brushed your new pilot friend aside with a twist of his armored shoulders and sat down. He proceeded to start eating, ignoring the cadet completely.

Any other cadet would have backed away, thankful that Alpha hadn't decided to throw them directly into the oceans of Kamino, but this one was more determined than most.

He winked at you from behind Alpha's head. "By the way, my name is-"

"She doesn't want to know your name," Alpha told him. "Get out of here before I decide that I want to know it."

"Very flattering, Captain," the cadet said cheekily. "But Jango's face isn't the one I want to wake up to, yeah?"

Alpha swallowed his mouthful of food and deliberately set his fork aside, standing slowly from the table. He drew up to his full height before turning around. He was taller than the cadet, forcing the younger man to look up.

"Now I'm extremely interested," Alpha said slowly, his slow and methodical voice dripping with menace. "What's your designation?"

Behind him, you winced. You hated how glaringly obvious it was that the Kaminoans considered these men products. Also, this cadet might die in front of you and that would almost certainly ruin your ability to eat in the cafeteria anymore.

"CT-7115," the cadet said with a grin.

"Ah, part of Zackra Trem's group." Alpha raised his comlink. "Trem."

"Alpha," a female voice returned immediately.

"I've got one of your pilot cadets here in the cafeteria. 7115."

"Broadside," Trem said, clearly recognizing the number. "He's one of my best, Alpha. Don't break him too badly."

"No promises," Alpha replied, turning slightly back toward Broadside. Since you were seated directly behind Alpha, you couldn't see his expression yourself, but it was enough to make Broadside's grin slip for the first time.

"I'll make you a deal," Trem offered. "I'll give him hell here and then send him back to you tonight. I'm sure he could help you demonstrate something unpleasant to your ARCs."

Alpha considered that for a long moment while Broadside shifted uncomfortably. Eventually, he conceded, "That works."

Trem laughed. "Do I even wanna know what he did to you?"

"Harassed an uninterested female."

The laughter emanating from the comlink's speakers cut off abruptly. "In that case, I think we should coordinate punishments. I'll be in touch, Captain."

The transmission cut off suddenly and Alpha looked at Broadside once more. "You had best get to your training, son."

Broadside, looking suddenly concerned, nodded and hurried away. “What was that?” you asked quietly when Alpha had sat down across from you once more.

“I told his superior officer about his behavior.”

“What more than that?” you pressed.

Alpha grinned suddenly, and it was half a snarl. “It just so happens that his superior officer is Zackra Trem. It’s not my story to tell, but she’s got more reason than most to hate that kind of osik behavior.”

You could very well guess the rest of that story. Your heart twisted for Trem, though you had never met her. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Nice, but she wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment,” Alpha told you, not unkindly. “Feel sorry for your little pilot. She’s a Weequay who ran with Mandalorians for the past few decades. Whatever she makes him do, it won’t be pleasant.”

You chuckled at that, trying not to actually feel sorry for Broadside. In the time you had been hanging around Alpha, most of the cadets had eased up a bit on flirting, but every now and then, someone crossed the line.

Alpha picked his fork up again and shot you an intense look. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Though your immediate instinct was to be embarrassed about being overdressed, even mildly, you rolled your eyes at him. “Anything looks like too much when everyone else wears uniforms all of the time. Remember that day I wore a necklace?”

“Yeah, I remember,” Alpha said, snorting. “A necklace. What are you, a Senator?”

“Your ideas of fancy clothing are extremely skewed, I hope you know that,” you told him, adjusting your collar again.

“Hazards of the job,” Alpha replied with a casual shrug as he returned his focus to his food. “Looks okay, though.”

You paused, staring openly at him. Had Alpha just complimented you? Surely not… The universe wouldn’t survive such unexpected behavior, not without signs that space was collapsing in on itself.

Alpha noticed you watching him and lifted an eyebrow in question while he chewed. You just shook your head and applied yourself to your own lunch, avoiding his curious eyes. Explaining your thought process there would be an intensive effort, especially if your goal was to keep him from being uncomfortable.

Fortunately, avoiding Alpha’s eyes let you notice the approaching cadet sooner than your companion did, and you had time to brace yourself before the young man - even younger than you were used to seeing - opened his mouth.

“Excuse me-”

“Kriff,” Alpha said loudly, dark brows crashing down over his eyes. “Go away, kid. I’ve already ruined one cadet’s day and I have no problem adding to the list. She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“N-no, sir, of course not,” the cadet told him, nodding respectfully at you as he went on. “I wanted to talk to you. Is it true you served with General Kenobi?”

"What?" Alpha asked, sounding uncertain for the first time since you had met him. You quirked your brows, unsure of whether to be amused or concerned.

"General Kenobi," the cadet repeated. "And General Skywalker, too! I heard you went on a mission with both of them. What was it like?"

"Look, kid, I don't have time to answer all your questions about Jedi-"

"That's fine!" the cadet told him. "I already know everything there is to know about the Jedi. I want to know more about your experience, specifically."

The muscles in Alpha's jaw flexed and you quickly interrupted. "What's your name?"

"Dogma, ma'am," the cadet told you, making an apologetic face. "I know names are against regulations, but my batchers won't stop calling me that. My designation is CT-4287."

“Nice to meet you, Dogma,” you said politely.

Dogma's cheeks darkened and he gave a tight nod. "You too, ma'am."

"Stop flirting with the poor boy," Alpha chided and you gaped at the captain. So much for trying to help him.

"Dogma, I'm sure Captain Alpha would love to answer any question you have," you told the young cadet, grinning triumphantly at Alpha.

"Wait," Alpha ordered, catching at your wrist before you could stand up. His hand was ridiculously huge and you found yourself shackled by his gentle grip. "You haven't finished eating."

You grinned wider at him, slipping your wrist out from between his fingers. "I'll take it with me. Have fun, you two!"

Dogma gave a half-hearted wave while Alpha glared.

---

The rest of the afternoon was spent locked away in your office, working on the second major project you had to complete. Your concerns about the deadline were unfortunately proving correct. The icy grip of stress and fear were squeezing your heart, and you were honestly relieved when someone knocked on the door of your office.

“One moment!” you called to the unseen visitor, but they didn’t seem to hear you. Instead, they continued to pound on the door until you opened it. You were unsurprised to see Alpha on the other side, glowering down at you.

“You’re mean for a nat-born,” he grumbled, brushing you aside as he pushed into the office.

After letting the door slide closed once more, you followed him over to your desk and plopped down in your chair. Rather than sit in one of the chairs opposite you, Alpha leaned his hip against the side of your desk, much closer than you were comfortable with.

In a show of belligerence, you crossed your arms and lifted your chin as you replied, “Serves you right for being rude about my outfit.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about your clothes!” Alpha denied, befuddled.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t say anything nice about them, either,” you argued childishly, conveniently forgetting his half-compliment at lunch.

Alpha frowned. “You want me to… talk about clothing with you?”

Well. Put that way, it did sound a little silly. Of all of the things you were sure Alpha did well, deep discussions about fashion might be beyond him. Honestly, they might be beyond you, too. You sighed. “No, I don’t want you to talk about clothing with me, but I was trying to look nice today. I put a lot of effort into this.”

“I don’t understand why,” Alpha said. “You look… fine… every other day.”

“Fine,” you repeated dryly. “Thanks, I was going for fine.”

“I don’t understand what I did wrong.” You were able to hear the growing frustration in his voice. “What do you want me to do?”

“Maybe don’t act like I’m wearing a ballgown to work if I show up wearing a necklace!”

“What is a ballgown?”

You stared at Alpha, the simple question making your brain screech to a halt. It was like a chasm had opened between you, and it made you reconsider a few things. Since you had arrived on Kamino, you had treated the clone troopers as if they were people you might meet out in the galaxy, but that wasn’t exactly true. You still believed that they were people - of course you did - but you were only just coming to realize how different they were from anyone you had ever met. While the troopers shared their own experiences on Kamino and had been trained to be perfect soldiers by the time they shipped out, they were startlingly young by the standards of the rest of the galaxy.

“You know what? It doesn’t matter.” You fiddled with one of the many datapads littering your desk rather than meet Alpha’s intense gaze. “I am sorry for siccing Dogma on you, though.”

“You should be,” he growled. “He asked ten questions before I could shake him off. Ten!”

“Wow, that’s what? Five days worth of questions?” you teased.

“Five days for you,” Alpha told you seriously. “For anyone else, that’s more than I would ever answer.”

You were unreasonably touched by the reminder that Alpha let you learn things about him that no one else would ever know. Moved by a sudden surge of warmth for the ARC captain, you repeated your prior sentiment, but more fervently. “In that case, I honestly apologize for unleashing Dogma. If there’s anything I can do to make him back off, please let me know.”

Alpha’s stare was level and unwavering. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you agreed immediately, not understanding what a wildly stupid idea that was. That was fine - you would learn… and it didn’t take long.

That night at dinner, Alpha came in and sat across from you, but instead of starting the meal in silence, he leaned across the table slightly to get your attention. Lowly, he asked, “Are you still willing to help me with Dogma?”

“Yes,” you agreed simply. “Do you have a plan?”

“Yeah. Flirt with me.”

You fought not to react visibly to that. Carefully keeping your face blank and your voice flat, you replied, “What.”

He leaned even closer, eyes lit with excitement. “I’ve been threatening and trying to alienate Dogma all day, but the only time he was uncomfortable was when you flirted with him.”

“I didn’t flirt with him!” you reminded him. “I just said it was nice to meet him.”

“Fine,” Alpha conceded. “We’ll just have to do better than that if we’re going to convince him to leave me alone.”

Abruptly feeling like this was the worst idea anyone had ever had, you tried to speak in your own defense. “Alpha, I don’t think this is a good idea-”

“You said you would help me,” he reminded firmly. “He’ll be here in a minute. I need your answer.”

Your heart was pounding, one of many warnings that this was a bad idea, but you nodded anyway. Alpha smiled - he actually smiled - and the expression looked menacing on his face. “Good.”

In a moment, he had circled the table to sit beside you, his huge frame making you feel ridiculously tiny in comparison. He wasn't wearing any armor at all now, and you could feel the heat of his skin through what little space there was between you.

You tried not to obviously tense as he spoke next to your ear. "There he is, get ready."

Impossibly, Alpha managed to get closer to you, tugging behind your knee slightly so that you were angled toward him. When he had finished posing you, Alpha’s large hand lifted to cradle your face. His fingers brushed over your cheekbone before trailing down to your jaw.

"My little neverd," he murmured to you, face filled with affection.

You didn't have to feign embarrassment at the warmth in his tone matched with the intense eye contact he was giving you. When you replied, you tried not to sound squeaky but only managed to sound shaky instead. "You know Mando'a is my weakness."

He laughed, a low chuckle that sent delicious chills running over your skin. “Why do you think I use it?”

“Alpha…” you chided, managing to sound mildly flirtatious.

“Come on, little one,” he urged you, voice velvet in a way you hadn’t known it could be. “Let’s go back to your- Ah, one moment, neverd. Dogma, sit down.”

You looked over to see Dogma standing at the other side of the table. You had never even noticed, your entire focus narrowed down to Alpha. Dogma looked as embarrassed as you felt. While you were focused on Dogma, Alpha’s arm snaked around you, pressing against your waist to pull you flush against his side. Your face flamed and Dogma glanced away.

“Sir, I- I’m sorry, I forgot I’m on duty tonight,” Dogma muttered, speaking so quickly it was difficult to understand him.

“Sorry to hear that, cadet,” Alpha replied gravely, flexing his fingers against your side. It made you push a little closer to him in reflex, the tip of your nose brushing the space under his jaw as you tried to look up at him. Alpha shivered, and you weren’t sure how much of the motion was acting. “Maybe later.”

Dogma gave an awkward nod and hurried off.

Alpha started laughing even before he let you go, his muscular chest shaking against your shoulder. After a moment that felt like it had stretched an hour, he pulled his arm back and slid away a bit. You immediately felt the loss of his closeness and suddenly you were horribly uncertain of what expression you were wearing. Just in case it said more than you wanted it to, you looked back at the entrance of the cafeteria.

“I feel bad,” you admitted.

"Don't," Alpha advised, looking toward the door as well. “He’ll be fine. He’s a good soldier, just a little…”

He trailed off, apparently content to let his thought stay incomplete. You glanced over to him with an eyebrow raised, but his eyes were fixed on the door. “You can see every access point in the room from here.”

“That is why I chose this spot,” you agreed.

“Switch with me tomorrow.”

“Not a chance,” you refused. “This is my spot.”

“Then I hope you like sitting next to me,” Alpha told you. Surprised, you laughed up at him and he met your eyes. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone blush on cue.”

“Hidden talent,” you explained vaguely. Alpha didn’t seem convinced, so you changed the subject. “What does neverd mean?”

“Civilian.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. “Civilian? That’s what you used as a term of endearment?”

Alpha blinked blankly at you. “What’s wrong with it? You are a civilian.”

“Yes, but,” you thought over it for a second, “-it’s not very romantic. Usually, people say things like ‘dear’ or ‘sweetheart’.”

“How should I have known that?” Alpha asked.

It was the ballgown situation all over again, and more than you were willing to tackle that day. “Well, some warning before you want me to go undercover would be helpful.”

Alpha snorted. “How much warning do you need?”

You pretended to consider that for a moment. “Two business days, minimum.”

He frowned fiercely. “If you get two full days of warning, I expect more. I need you to show up in a disguise with three different accents ready.”

“Harsh terms,” you told him with a smile. “With those negotiation skills, you’d make a great senator."

Alpha gave you the darkest scowl you had ever seen him muster. “Watch it, neverd.”

Idly, you wondered if Alpha would protect you from himself, but the amused glimmer in his dark eyes told you it would be unnecessary.

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A/N - Pretty sure Broadside is wildly OOC, my bad. Also, sorry for the weird image for this chapter. I didn't really want the text bubbles in there, but I needed to keep Alpha's sassy hip lean.

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