#so all of that is like. woof. that's uhh. heavy

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Hmmm what if i were to [EXPLODES EXPLODES EXPLODES]

[vashsmunch]

Nico NSFW

Wolfwood x GN! Reader (MINORS DNI!)

Synopsis: uhh shapeshifting Spanish wolfman grrr woof woof

Tags: 7.3k words, sort of hurt/comfort(?), slight electrical play, orgasm denial (not really), mention of blood, praise kink, oral, fingering, voyeurism (not really), emotional sex, PORN

A/N: okay, so this is the LONGEST thing i've ever written. like ever LMAO :') i've also never written ww before so please lemme know if i need to change the characterization! and yes he speaks spanish, he's a dog that suddenly speaks spanish don't question it

dedicated to bee, jackson and alexa

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"Mi tesero... please..."

You froze in the front doorway as the words rang throughout the house. More like a plea? Your mind spun with a million thoughts, and none of them could have explained that sound just then.

The day had been pretty mundane, at least until you heard that noise just then. You had left your new puppy alone in his crate so you could go out to run errands, just picking up groceries, a couple of treats, and other things. Anxiety bubbled in your stomach as your thoughts ran to the worst, and you couldn't help but curse yourself for being careless. God, what if he had hurt himself?

When you first adopted him, he was very apprehensive, snapping and snarling at you every time you got close. Hostile might be a better word, considering how he had almost bitten off your hands more than once. He wouldn't sleep around you either, and it was only when you were out did he collapsed from exhaustion. 

Honestly, this behavior wasn't shocking considering the place he came from. When you stepped foot into the shelter, the first thing you noticed was the smell. The place was musty in every sense of the word, and you couldn't help but wrinkle your nose when you saw the owner. He was unshaven, unkempt, and looked as if vacuum dust had been personified into a man. 

As he took you to the back where all the animals were held, your heart broke into tiny pieces. Lining the walls were dozens of cramped and dirty crates, each of them housing a different dog. One thing they all had in common was their appearance: matted fur, sunken faces, and dull eyes. You had to avert your eyes from their tired gazes, fearing that you might break down entirely if you looked too closely. The owner's words flew in and out of your ear as you kept your eyes trained on the floor, walking until you felt something ground you to your spot. You looked up and to your right to see a huge puppy, an insanely large one at that. He had long black fur and a piercing stare, it was intimidating, to say the least. Upon closer inspection, you saw that he had scars branding the length of his body, and they looked like crucifixes. 

What kind of religious Catholic fucks…

You took a step closer and he immediately tensed up, growling loudly. His eyes were filled with pure hatred, and you couldn't tell if it was towards you, the owner, or both of you. You were kind of glad metal bars were keeping the two of you divided, the chances of him lunging forward and attacking you were high. 

The owner's eyes glanced over to you transfixed, and he let out a heavy and somewhat irritated sigh. "Ah, him. Don't bother, he's a lost cause. The last owners gave him in pretty bad shape, and he don't trust anyone now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as he said this, knowing that the conditions the poor puppy was in weren't helping. Anything would be miserable in a dump like that. 

As the rather pessimistic tour resumed, you couldn't help but let your thoughts wander back to that dog. Were the odds of him mutilating you to the bone high? Yes. But were you also ready to take that chance? The answer was clear. You stopped the owner in his tracks, pointing back at the puppy's cage.

"I want him." 

He gave you a rather incredulous look, then shrugged as if he could give less of a damn. "Your funeral, buddy."

It had taken weeks to carefully break down his walls piece by piece, and slowly he grew to understand you weren't a threat. The way he'd lay next to you on the couch and nuzzle your hand to get you to pet him, made your heart thrum and ache all at the same time. Who had hurt him so badly? Your hand would run through his soft black fur, caressing his ears and a soft laugh left your lips as his tail thumped onto the sofa pillows. Sometimes, he'd wait for you by the door when you stepped out for just a moment, either to talk to neighbors or grab the mail. When you came back, his black eyes lit up with a brightness that you had only prayed for when you first took him home. It was that day you made a promise to yourself; No matter what the case was, you'd never do the same to him. 

With that in mind, you raced through the house, almost slipping on the steps in the stairwell in your hurry. "Wolfwood? Baby?" As you got closer to your bedroom, you heard a sound that turned your feelings from anxiety to confusion, then to complete and utter ruin. 

There were moans. There was moaning coming from inside the room. Heavy panting, sounds of your bed frame creaking, and little whimpers of your name. 

“God... fuck... FUCK."

You jumped as a yell rang out past the door, the voice sounding desperate and needy. It was followed by a broken whine, and it was only then that you realized what the voice sounded like.

It couldn't be. Could it..?

To soothe your curiosity, and out of pure worry for your beloved pet, you cracked the door open to look inside. You couldn't help the way your eyes bugged out as you were greeted with a scene that you weren't expecting in the slightest. A dark-haired tanned man was sitting on the edge of your bed, hunched over as he fisted his cock with a piece of fabric. The cries and curses that spilled from his lips had your knees weak, and this would've been all fine and dandy if it weren't for the fact that a MAN was in your bedroom. Realization came to you as you stumbled back a bit, as you finally understood the gravity of the situation. There was a stranger (a handsome stranger) in your bedroom, leaving no indication as to how he got into your house, and even less as to why he was jerking off. In your ROOM. 

You stood there flabbergasted as the grunts continued, each one making you grow even more aroused to your dismay. Was this some kind of sick fantasy you didn't realize you had until now? Whatever. Composing yourself, you took some steps closer to press your face against the crack of the door again, determined to take a closer look at him. For whatever you knew, this could be some sick maniac freak hellbent on killing you. That would explain how he had gotten into your apartment without triggering the alarm system. As your eyes glanced around the room, you noticed the little details you hadn't before. The bed sheets were absolutely trashed, messed up with rips all over them, and your dresser drawers were opened, looking like they had been rummaged through. There was a suspicious-looking puddle of white liquid on the floor, and you didn't even want to think about the possibilities of what that could be. Your eyes flickered back to the man, and you felt your heart stop. Was that…

There's no way.

That was YOUR underwear. That was your fucking underwear he was jerking himself off with. 

Before you could let out an earth-shattering shriek because of the pure terror the scene had let wash over your body, you took a closer look at his chest. It was then that you froze. There were two crucifix scars branded onto the skin, almost like they had been seared on with a fiery iron. Each one ran down the length of his torso and stomach starting from his nipple, and the pale flesh was a stark contrast to the melanin he possessed. As you stared some more, it occurred to you that they seemed familiar. Almost too familiar. And that's when it hit you: that was Wolfwood. You weren't sure how, and you couldn't even begin to rationalize it in your brain, but that was him. You could just feel it. That was your puppy, turned into a fully grown adult man, and that man was fucking himself with your underwear. 

Suddenly, you slipped through the door, and you lost your balance. You fell to the floor, and you kept your gaze fixed on the ground as complete horror struck your body again. There was pin-drop silence in the room, and you couldn't even bring yourself to look up at him. No matter what the case, you had been spying on him masturbating. The thought in itself sounded so unlike you, but that's how it was. And now you couldn't help the sweat that beaded on the edge of your forehead, completely dreading what happened next.

Out of the corner of your view, there was a flash of black before your back hit the floor with a dull thud. You blinked your eyes open to see dark brown irises staring into your very soul, as a tight pressure formed on your wrists. It took you a few seconds to register that the man had you pinned on the ground, his body hovering over yours. His very NAKED body, hovering over yours. Before you even got the chance to become embarrassed, a low growl left his lips.

"Dulce pecadora... You were gone for way too fucking long." Wolfwood started nipping and licking at your neck, each long stroke of his tongue sending full-body shivers down your spine. He tugged at your head to give him more access to your skin as he started to roam his hands down the length of your body before his hands settled on your hips. 

You hissed softly, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you before you pushed him away, panting. "Wait... Wolfwood, wait." 

He let out an impatient huff as he sat back on his heels, and it was only then that you noticed his tail wagging back and forth. You hadn't realized the fact that he still had his tail and ears, as well as his abnormally long claws. They dug into the flesh of his thigh as he stared at you annoyed, his throbbing cock slapping against his navel. It was freakishly big (just like the rest of him) and you pulled your eyes away to meet his gaze. "Explain."

"What is there to explain?" Wolfwood rolled his eyes, seeming to get more irritated by the second, and you didn't even know why. 

“I don't know, maybe the fact that I had a dog, and now a grown-ass man is masturbating in my bed? You know I almost called the police on you right?"

His eyes darkened at the mention of the police, and you couldn't help but feel there was something deeper there that needed to be discussed. However, you pushed it aside and rested your body on your forearms, looking up at him. "What exactly are you?"

"I'm a man. Clearly."

“What are you really?"

"Ay Dios mío," A deep sigh left his lungs as he looked at you intensely. There was a mixture of emotions that you couldn't decipher, but there was one that you recognized without a doubt. Lust. You'd unpack that later. "I didn't stutter, I'm a man. There are uncertainties ‘round  it that I'm not even sure ‘bout, but the fact is I'm human now and that's it."

You glanced around him to stare at his tail, then back at him.

"For the most part, anyways."

Sitting up, you rubbed your temples becoming keenly aware of the situation you just landed yourself into. Your presumed dog was now an actual person and said person had started calling you pet names whilst kissing and licking at your neck. "Okay, so what is..." You waved your hand at the mess that had become your room. Now that you looked closer, it turns out that mysterious liquid on the floor was cum. Great. "...This?"

"Rut."

You stared at him incredulously, completely lost. Did he just say rut? You knew very little about animal biology (did he even count as an animal anymore?), and at no point had you ever been interested in whatever could make one come a literal puddle onto the hardwood you had just cleaned the other night. But the way he was looking at you, and the way his cock started to swell and grow impossibly bigger, you could get a general idea. "What, like some kind of sex craze thing?"

"More or less. 'M gonna be honest, I didn't even know this shit was a thing until..." Wolfwood looked up and down your body with a gaze so impossibly hungry, that you thought you'd melt on the spot. "You. This whole thing is ‘cause of you. And now... I need you to take responsibility." 

There was a blink. A second one. Then suddenly your whole body was flooded with heat as you looked at him, eyes blown wide open again just like when you first looked into the room. You could see the faintest of deep red blooming at the base of his neck, and it somewhat comforted you that he also understood the ludicrousy of what he just said. "Excuse me?"

Wolfwood let out a string of Spanish words that you could only assume to be curses as he stood up. Your eyes immediately flickered down to his pulsing cock; his tip was already beading with precum, and you couldn't help but wonder how many rounds he had done before you came in. You hurried to your feet as he started to come closer, and soon he had you pinned against the door, closing it shut. His breath was hot and heavy with exasperation against your face, and he trailed a long nail up the skin of your arm and shoulder before it rested underneath your chin. Your mind spun with a thousand thoughts as he tilted his head at you, raising your chin to meet his gaze. "You can deny all you want, but if you were truly against it, you wouldn't have been watchin’ me, mi picante." He smirked at you, running a tongue over his bottom lip as he watched you squirm. 

Then, his face got rather serious as he pressed his forehead against yours. He was burning up, his skin impossibly hot as he shut his eyes, seeming to relish the feeling of you being so near. "Look. I know this is... weird. Hell, if there's anyone confused, it's me. But I need you. Like I haven't needed anything else before. Will you help me? Like you did before?"

You felt a part of you melt at his words, knowing he was referring to the shelter. It hadn't occurred to you that as much as you need someone to be near, he was probably craving that too. Whatever happened in his past, it made him cold and calloused and it was clear that you were the only one he trusted in that moment. And with that in mind, who were you to deny?

A soft sigh escaped you as you stepped forward to press a kiss against his cheek. "So, so needy, aren't you, Nico?" 

He froze in his place, notably getting even hotter as his tail started wagging. You couldn't help but smile, he really was just a puppy at heart. Nicholas D. Wolfwood, that was his full name. Rather long, but it just felt right when you first got him. You didn't pull out that nickname unless it was for special occasions, and you felt like this qualified as one. A hand trailed up his cheek to scratch behind the ears on his head, and he let out a broken whine. Slowly, you pressed him backward to lay on the bed, throwing the ruined bedsheets to the side. You couldn't help but note the way his legs trembled at your touch, and you filed that away in a separate compartment in your brain. You'd be using that later.

His body writhed underneath you as you continued your ministrations, kissing up and down his neck. You let your hands roam the dips and curves of his body, paying special attention to his scars. He tensed up and you eased your touch, coming up to his face to kiss him gently on the lips. "Hey, hey... it's okay. It's me, remember? I won't hurt you, I promise."

God, how you wished he would believe you. More than anything you wanted to find those assholes who had broken him to the core and make sure they didn't live to see another day. Wolfwood, as strong as he was, was just another being. Despite whatever happened, now he was human. JUST a human. Someone capable of any and all emotions. He could feel joy, suffer from sorrow, and even this. Even this "rut" he was going through. And while it had been off-putting at first, all of this amounted to the fact that none of it would change how you felt. You cared about him like you had never cared about anyone else before. Just like he needed you, you needed him. Ever since he came into your life, there was something to actually look forward to. The days that had once been bleak and dark were now filled with life, and it was all because of him. He with all his gruffness, sarcasm, and sassiness, even as a puppy, was your reason for living. And you'd be damned if you let anyone else treat him as anything less. 

You felt Wolfwood caress your cheek with his large and calloused hand, and his thumb brushed at the skin. "You're crying." It wasn't a question as to why, more of a remark. 

“Yeah... I guess I am." You let out a soft laugh as more tears flooded your vision and streamed down your cheeks. How utterly unsexy of you, but you couldn't give a damn. All this time, it had never really occurred to you just how much you cared about him. It had only been a matter of time before the feelings spilled out. And here they were, crashing over your body like a tidal wave as you shook violently. You held him close and sobbed into his shoulder, saying nonsensical words that neither you nor him could decipher. There were whispers of apologies, utters of praise and then some more.He said nothing and just held you; at that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. He was the gift you never knew you needed, and you couldn't help but internally scoff at the nickname they had given him back at the shelter. The Punisher. 

If he was such, then maybe masochism really was something you were into. 

Eventually, he broke the silence with a quiet gruff. "You're crushin' my dick, ya know."

You let out a loud laugh as you moved off of him, kissing his forehead as an apology. 

"Sorry, sorry," You wiped the tears off your face and sat on the bed next to him, absentmindedly tracing patterns onto the flesh of his thigh. "Can you explain more to me about what you need right now? Yes, you're in... rut. But how can I help?"

He exhaled shakily as he felt your touch on him again, and he leaned back against the headboard, trying to ground himself from the pleasure that was overtaking his senses. "Long story short, I need to fuck you," He looked back at your shocked expression and couldn't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But that's what needs to happen to fix this shit," His eyes seemed to undress you with every glance, and he couldn't help but relish in the way your cheeks heated up. Even so, his hand moved down to take yours, gripping it slightly. "However... I ain’t gonna pressure ya into anything you don't want. We can deal with this no matter what happens, and fucking doesn't gotta be one of them." Wolfwood's other hand came to take your chin, prompting you to look into his eyes as if trying to convince you of the same promise you made him: that he would never do anything to harm you. 

You nuzzled into his palm, finding comfort in the roughness of the skin. It was a story of his life, hard on the exterior to match the man they belonged to. But he held you like you were the only thing keeping him together, his one steady rock in the turbulent life that he had led before meeting you. It was with a gentleness you had never experienced before, and you couldn't help but beam. "I trust you. If you wanted to hurt me, you would've done it by now. Let me help you."

As you said this, he bore a shit-eating grin and smashed his lips against yours. A whimper left your lips as his hands fondled at every patch of skin they could find, as if trying to solidify the fact that you were here, with him. It was heated and hungry, leaving your mind foggy as he pulled back, not only for air but to tug at your clothes. He looked up at you again, and you tilted your head at him. "What are you waiting for? Be a good boy." 

An uncharacteristic whimper left his lips and he murmured under his breath as he tugged at your bottoms. "Lift your hips for me, media naranja," 

You let out a tiny hum, doing as he asked without another word uttered. As the fabric slipped off your body, his face flushed an even darker red, staring at your lower half. "Like what you see?"

“You're gonna be the death of me, ya know that?" he groaned, tucking his face into the inside of your thigh to presumably hide his embarrassment. 

Your giggles turned into a string of broken moans as he started to mark your skin with nips and bites. His teeth were noticeably sharper than the average human's, but that only spurred you on. You sat up on your forearms to look at him with need. "You're going easy."

He looked up at you with hooded eyes, his expression glazed with desire. "For your sake, mi corozón." He looked so utterly fucked out just from tasting the skin of your leg, you couldn't even begin to imagine how he'd be once he was actually inside of you. Despite all of this, you could tell he was holding back. 

You held out a hand to caress his jaw and you slowly opened his mouth. A finger grazed his pointy canines, admiring the sharpness. Suddenly, you were pressing against it, hard enough to draw blood and enough to get Wolfwood's flowing as well. "I'm stronger than you think," you bit your bottom lip as you tucked your bleeding thumb into his mouth, prompting him to suck it dry. He eagerly lapped up the ruby droplets, and his pupils dilated to the edges of his irises. Sitting up, you took his face in your hands to tug him up to yours. A smile graced your face as you sweetly whispered into his ear, "Don't stop. Even if I beg you to."

Wolfwood gaped at you, absolutely dumbstruck, before his eyes narrowed. In a flash, he flipped you around, and your back hit the mattress with an unceremonious thump. His body was pinning you against the bed, as he panted hard against the skin of your neck. "I don't think... you understand what this is gonna be like. I’m gonna ruin you. I'll fuck you so hard that you won't want ever anyone else's cock inside of you by the time I'm done. I'm giving you one last chance to back out."

There was a long pause as he pulled back to stare intensely, and you matched his gaze with the same amount. He was giving you the option to leave, and you weren't interested whatsoever. A smirk crept onto his face as he confirmed your determination, and leaned down to the dip between your nipples, kissing your sternum. He teased you, trailing his lips and fangs all the way down your torso, leaving you a sweaty mess from the tension alone.

"W-Wolfwood... fuck..."

"Nico." He looked up at you from between your legs, and you let out a tiny breathless whimper from the feeling of his tongue lapping and tracing patterns into your pelvis. "Please."

"Nico." 

His eyes softened, his lips letting out a soft howl of approval as he finally graced your heat with a kiss. Strong hands came to grip your legs as your hips thrusted up into the air, white-hot pleasure flashing from behind your eyelids. Nico folded your body in half, having your knees practically touch your shoulders as he pulled you closer to his mouth. He devoured you like a man left starving for days, encouraging every roll of your hips as you tried to match his fervor. It wasn't enough, it wasn't enough. He was so close yet so far, feasting on everything you were willing to give him.

He took everything with no complaints, complete and utter devotion in his eyes as he forced you to look at him. Forcing you to look at how ruined he was making you. Your body was an offering he could never bear to refuse, and it was then that he felt that maybe the brandings on his chest were alluding to something hidden within him. If he was purposed for holy reasons, this couldn't be anything but sacrilege. How delicious the taste of sin was. 

With a cry, your orgasm washes over your body, so gentle and intense all at the same time. Just like the man who kept you in place even as your legs shook, continuing to coax you through your high. As he finally came up for air, your wetness was smeared all over his mouth, his tongue poking out from between his lips to lap it all clean. He gave you a pathetic little face as he unhurriedly thrust his cock against the mattress, looking for some kind of relief. "Wanna... inside.."

Your lips curled into a smile as you cooed sweetly at him, your hand coming to cup his cheek. "You gotta speak up for me, Nico. Otherwise I won't know what you want."

He whined, looking torn as he debated saving his pride versus finally getting to feel you. "Please... lemme feel inside… baby please…" The big bad dog who'd supposedly had you by the throat was now in the palm of your hand, waiting for your next words. And you couldn't be more pleased. 

Placing a kiss on his forehead, you whispered against his skin. "Not yet. You can be a good boy for me, right? You're so good." Ignoring his protests, you got out of bed, your legs shaking a bit as you gripped onto the bed frame to steady yourself. The absolute distraught look on his face as you left the room was priceless, and it only encouraged what you were about to do.

You grabbed a small blanket and wrapped it around yourself as you made your way downstairs again, trying not to flash any neighbors who happened to be looking in your first floor windows. As you got to the kitchen, you grabbed the bags you had carried in earlier and open them up, smiling as you took what you were looking for out. 

Before you had come home, a friend had asked you to come over to their apartment. She handed you her gift, saying it was only for precaution and hopefully you’d never have to use it. Having a notoriously aggressive dog does require some after all. You hadn't given it a second thought, pushing it to the bottom of your bag, because you weren’t a fan of hurting your puppy like that. But as you pulled the shock collar out and gave it a once over, you couldn't help but think this was all some divine intervention.

Making your way back upstairs, you first grabbed the leash you used for walks and attached it to the collar, tugging to make sure it was secure, then made your way to the bathroom. You hadn't had sex in a long time, so you were taking no chances. After spending a long time cleaning yourself up to acceptable standards, you entered your bedroom again and saw Nico kneeling on the mattress, back straight and mouth slightly parted. He looked at you with impatient yet forgiving eyes, as if he was trying to impress you with his obedience. You smiled as you came closer to the bed, and rested your hand on his neck, letting him ease up. 

His eyes drifted to the collar in your hand, then back up to you. You couldn't gauge the expression on his face, so you decided to explain gently. “I want to try something,” you gave him the collar, and watched as he turned it over, looking at it blankly. “This is a shock collar. It’s not made for humans, so I’ll turn the voltage all the way down. I think you’d feel really good with it on, but only if you’re comfortable with it.”

You used your thumb to tilt his chin up to meet your expression so he could see how serious you were. “I would never hurt you. Just like you’d never hurt me. Do you trust me?”

He was silent for a few moments before he looked into your eyes, nodding. “I do.”

You beamed at him, and planted a gentle kiss on his nose, watching his tail wag in excitement. “That's a good boy,” Taking the collar from him, you carefully wrapped it around his neck before clicking it together. A perfect fit. You had him lay back against the headboard and you reached over to your nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, noting the way his eyes brightened. Clicking the cap open, you helped him drizzle some onto his cock, which you were only now realizing the sheer size of. From a quick glance, you knew he was freakishly big, but up close, he was absolutely massive. It was throbbing, his mushroom tip leaking with big drops of precum, with what seemed to be a large sphere at the base of it. As your hand grazed over his length, he twitched violently, and it seemed to swell even more.

Is this even going to fit?

Deciding to go a bit easy on yourself, you tugged him closer by the leash, brushing your lips against his own. “We’re gonna start slowly, okay? I want you to feel everything,” 

He reluctantly nodded and let out a shuddering gasp as you started to play with the head, his hips coming up to thrust against your fingers. “S-sensitive…”

You tutted softly and grabbed the remote that controlled his collar from the nightstand. You pressed a button and he jolted with a yelp, not expecting the light zap that hit his neck. “I told you to be good. Don't disobey me now.” 

His eyes brimmed with unshed tears as you continued to touch him, eventually wrapping your entire hand around his cock. It was so big that your fingers barely touched together, but you gave him a tiny pump to gauge his reaction. Nico’s eyes rolled back as he clenched his fists, trying his hardest not to move an inch or disobey you. “Hah… ngh…”

“Hmm… so pretty. And all for me. You’re just so eager to fuck me, aren't you? So, so eager~”

Nico threw his head against the headboard, letting out a tiny constrained mix of a growl and a plea as you sat up on your knees to shuffle his cock between your thighs. His eyes were squeezed tight before he opened them to look at you, silently begging. He didn't want to risk the collar again, but he was getting desperate and you knew this. You gave him a light tap on the cheek before nodding. He jumped on this opportunity, taking your hips to squeeze your thighs together against his dick as he humped your legs. A long drawn out moan of relief left his lips as he pulled you down to him, kissing you fervently. Even the slightest bit of touch, he was so grateful for. You, he was so grateful for.

You played nice, letting him pull moans and coos of praises out of you, telling him how good he was, how about beautiful he looked fucking your thighs. Falling apart just from the slightest bit of touch, not even inside you yet. “Feels so good, doesn't it?”

“Yes!” he panted out, started to go faster as he tightly gripped the flesh of your hips, surely to leave a bruise later. “So, so good, Jesus God- please…”

Your eyes softened as you whispered, your words almost lost amongst the sound of slapping skin and creaking wood. “I want you to hold out for me a little longer, okay? You’re doing so perfect, you feel sooo right~”

Nico looked at you with teary eyes, sniffing as a wet droplet dribbled down his cheek. His lips were flushed and bleeding red from how he bit down on them, and as you moved him to kiss them bare, he whimpered. “Mi vida, please. Estoy desesperado… I need to… to-!” He howled as finished, his cum splattering all over your thighs and lower back as he slammed against you one last time. Sobs of relief spill from his mouth as he clutches you tightly, his cock still hard and twitching between your legs. 

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck, placing apologetic kisses to try and soothe him. Even thought he didn’t last, he was trying so hard to, and that’s what mattered. As long as he felt good, then everything else could wait. “Are you okay, Nico?” 

He let out a few shuddering breaths before nodding softly. “Yeah… ‘m just tired,” His dick twitched again as you shifted your weight on your legs, and he let out an exhausted chuckle. “That part of me isn’t, I guess,” Pulling back, he regarded you with a quiet expression. “Well, before we go any further, I gotta tell you something.”

You tilted your head, looking back with a quizzical expression. “You painted a bodily fluid mosaic on my back and now you want to say more? 'Tis a bit late for that, is it not?” 

Caught off guard by your question, he laughed loudly, pressing your lips together as his body shook in amusement. “Such is the curse of being attracted to you, estrella,” he gingerly pulls you off of him, his dick still rock hard despite the sheer intensity of his previous orgasm. “It’s got more to do with what…” he motions to the base of his cock, where that mysterious sphere was. “That is.” 

Sitting back on your heels, you stared at it. It most likely had something to do with his animal… thing, but you weren’t sure what the hell it was supposed to even be. Or do, for that matter. It took you a few seconds for it to hit you, and you looked up at him shocked. “That’s gonna go in me?”

“Yeah… Trust me, I’d rather it not. I get that I’m already…” he quirked an eyebrow at you and a glimpse of a smile graced his face. “...well endowed, but this shit’s not gonna end unless that happens. I gotta be honest, I’m more worried about what comes after it’s inside.” (heh no pun intended)

You gaped at him incredulously. “What the hell do you me after?”

He reached over to flick your forehead gently, slightly exasperated. “Lemme explain, will ya? It acts somewhat like a seal, so when I finish, none of it escapes,” he took note of the flushed expression you wore, and he went on to clarify. “If you got a condom, then that’s that taken care of. But if not, then it stays inside until the swelling goes down and I’m able to pull out. And I’m not sure how long that takes.” 

Your eye twitched as he finished explaining, and you couldn’t help but sigh. “If you mess up my mattress like you did with my bedsheets when you pull out, I’m gonna kill you.”

Nico chuckled and pulled you in for another kiss, his hands tangling with the hair on the nape of your neck. “No promises, darlin'.”

Any tension and irritation you had faded as he pressed his tongue inside your mouth while he tugged you back into his proximity. Except the tiniest amount that still resided, which had you bring your hands up his chest to tug and twist as his pebbled nipples. He hissed softly, grinning against your lips as he matched your teasing ministrations. "Ah... Santa Madre... Eres el deseo que nunca puedo resistir." His thumb traced your jaw, tipping your face to the side so he could have easy access to your neck. The sounds he made while marking you as his couldn't be described as anything but scandalous. Muttering filth and debauchery as he bit into the skin, pulling blood and then licking it clean as an apology. 

You stuttered and tripped over your words, your vision going dark with pleasure. "N-ni..." Words were becoming hard to articulate, and you didn't know if you could take the teasing any longer. 

He tutted, sucking harshly on your collarbone before looking up at you through his eyelashes. "Look at you... can't even say my name properly," He took you by the back of your head and pulled you closer, whispering. "Forgotten our manners, hm? You're feeling a little too good, aren't you..." A soft kiss was left on your nose, gentle and affectionate. "Quiero hacerte sentir el paraíso, cariño. I'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Nico laid you in front of him again, and through the fog of your desire, you could vaguely make out him reaching for the bottle of lube again, taking your hand and lathering your fingers. He leaned over you, breathing heavily as he moved both of yours down your body to your puckered little hole. His sharp nail gently trailed the circumference of it, making you whine desperately. 

"I don't wanna hurt ya... Once you've prepped yourself, I'll give you everything you need. Okay, darlin'?" 

You nod slowly, pressing into your swollen flesh and making your back arch with tension. It didn't feel as good as you imagined Nico's would have, and this only spurred you on more. You looked at him, trying to be convincing and alluring as you went knuckles deep, weeping with lust. Without another second wasted, you started to thrust in and out, your eyes heavy-lidded. Your hips were raised towards him so you could angle deeper into yourself, letting yourself get lost in the feeling and adding even more fingers. With every calculated move, you were testing him, BEGGING him to fuck you; and you weren't gonna stop until he finally gave in.

He let out a deep groan as he pulled you by the hips towards him, reaching down to brush the hair out of your eyes. "You're that desperate for me, huh? You wanna go dumb from me driving my cock into you?" Nico gripped your wrist, gently pulling you out from your sex, and starting to grind his cock against you. Even after all of that, he was still trying to give you time to adjust and back out, he was on the... larger side after all. But truthfully, you were getting really damn tired of the courtesy. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tugging him down to meet your gaze. "If you leave me aching for your dick for one more second, I'll neuter your ass."

He grinned and gave you one last peck on the lips. "Just making sure." Suddenly, he thrust into you, filling you all the way to the base of his knot. Your mouth dropped open and before you could even register the pain, he let out a deep, resounding snarl and started pounding into you hard like a man gone mad. 

There were screams and wails ripped from your lungs as you scratched at his back, but he wasn't deterred. If anything, he relished in the pain. Every clench of your puffy walls around his cock was a testament to how good he was making you feel. That he was the one who was turning you into a babbling mess, a wreck that couldn't stop their legs from shaking and trembling. 

In that moment, as ludicrous as it was, he knew that he loved you. He loved you so much, with every inch of his cold, scarred heart. You were the one who brought him into your home, asking for nothing in return even as he growled and snapped at you. You treated him with a kindness that he had never experienced, and the only thing he could offer in return was the promise that he would make you feel this good all the time. No matter when you wanted it, no matter how you wanted it, he would be that person for you. And even then, he would try. He would try so fucking hard to be the man you deserved because he knew that he couldn't let anyone be with you ever again. 

Nico buried himself in the crook of your neck, kissing every area that he could even process was there, absolutely drunk in the feeling of you around him. God, you felt so good. You were so, so good in every way. He would take care of you, and make sure you never felt lonely ever again. Every bite and mark he left was a testament to how much how cherished you, and how you were his. You were his, as much as he was yours, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He pulled back, pressing your foreheads together as his hips continued to slap against yours, creating a lewd symphony of noises. 

"Eres mi todo."

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you smiled, pressing your lips together in a sloppy kiss. "Never leave me. Please."

"I won't. I promise."

Both of your moans got louder and you felt your stomach twist, that familiar explosive feeling building up. The stickiness of your skin melding together, the warm feeling that washed all over you, this is the closest you were ever going to get to heaven. He ruthlessly reached into the deepest parts of your body, absolutely ruining sex with anyone else for you. You couldn't stop the salty streams from flowing down your cheeks as you tried to speak, your words coming out broken and hoarse. "I love you, God, I love you!" 

Nico hushed you with another kiss, understanding every unspoken word that you were trying to say. "You feel so perfect... like you were made for me. You're so beautiful, mi alma gemela." His thrusts got faster until he finally slammed his entire cock into you, knot and all. You screamed out in rapture, finally coming and violently shaking from underneath him. Your orgasm ripped through your entire body, leaving you absolutely breathless while stars exploded from behind your eyes. It was the most intense thing you've ever experienced, and you could barely register the feeling of Nico's hips stuttering to a pause, a loud moan dripping from his lips as he spilled himself deep into the crevices of your heat. 

You dug your nails into the skin of his back as he filled you to the brim, feeling that maybe this was where you were meant to be all your life. With him, in the most intimate way possible. God, you loved him.

Eventually, the two of you came down from your shared climaxes, and you relaxed into the bed, while he rested on his forearms above you, panting hard. You were absolutely spent, and you couldn't help but cheekily smile up at him, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. "So... I'll take it as you enjoyed that?"

He let out a loud, tired laugh as his hands came to cup your face, nuzzling against your cheek. "Eres un pequeño liante, ¿sabes?"

You hummed in response, relishing in the feeling of him on your skin. “Also, you wanna explain how you just suddenly know Spanish?”

“Call it a quirk.”

[shy-marker-pliers]

Hello! First I'd like to say that I love your writing! You write everyone's character so well! I was wondering if you could do a funny jigen/gang x reader where Y/N is extraordinarily strong? And maybe a crumpet or Jigen's reaction to them picking him up?

omg thank you! :D

and of course i can!

lupgang with a strong s/o (focus on jigen)

Lupin:

pic above is basically his reaction whenever you carry heavy stuff around

*tucks hair behind ear* wow i sure hope a handsome and/or beautiful thief named (y/n) doesn’t lift me up in their big strong arms!! oh nooooo…. 👁🫦👁

*like that one song from part 1* Loopan….he’s a Nice Man….

it would probably take a little while for him (and the rest of the gang) to find out, unless you spend your spare time walking around and picking up random heavy shit lol

the way he’d find out would probably be on a heist! maybe he’s carrying a big ol’ bag of gold and stuff (and struggling because…look at this man’s noodle arms) and you just…”oh, lemme take that for you lup!” y o i n k

his ass goes 😳🫶

latches onto you like a parasite at every opportunity (it gets to the point where he gets grompy if he has to walk around the house)

if this man ever sprains his ankle or something i pray for you because he’s gonna be your backpack the entire time

literally says “AWOOGA” out loud if you ever flex while wearing smth that shows off ur muscles

you’ll have to carry him away if anybody ever talks bad abt how strong you are because he can and will bite

all of this goes double if you’re a lady btw. lupin likes a woman who can kick his ass. in fact he’d thank her if she did

Goemon:

^ actual footage of him leaping into your window to challenge you as soon as he hears abt your strength

tbh i feel like goe would be the first to find out because he has chronic I Need To Be Better Than Everyone At Everything syndrome so he’d immediately try to fight you to see ur skill level n shi

goemons area of expertise lies in agility and speed so your defo be able to beat him at like…arm wrestling or smth. which would annoy him severely

no talk him, he angy

ngl he’d be like…super passive aggressive about it at first. like; “well, you may have won for now, but zantetsuken is a far better weapon than anyone’s bare hands, no matter how strong they may be. i would ultimately be the victor in combat. but being strong is cool too, so yknow whatever-“

“but what if you didn’t have zantetsuken?” *silence* *’plap plap’ sound of sandaled feet speed walking away from the conversation*

he eventually learns to appreciate it tho. having someone strong on the team means that he has to carry fewer things, which gives him easier access to zantetsuken (and he wouldn’t be mad if maybe you just so happened to pick him up and pull him away from oncoming danger…i GUESS 🙄)

ur his favorite person to train with 😌

acts like he’s better than u but if anyone ever implies that you’re inferior in some way he goes into a spiel about how there r many different kinds of strength and every warrior needs to have a different set of skills to make their team equipped for anything

“goe he just said that i couldn’t beat him in a race please chill out-“

“yes babe your swordsmanship will definitely strike fear into the hearts of your enemies now will you please come back to bed it’s thrEE IN THE MORNING-“

he’s in the same boat as lupin when it comes to strong ladies btw. he won’t admit it but on the inside he’s just GRR BARK BARK WOOF AWOOGA HUMMINA HUMMINA

Jigen:

when y. um- y. when the um uhh me wh- HHHH. the- when you um- HHHHNGH

tbh jigen is usually focused on his own thing during heists, so itd probably take him a while to notice just how stronk you are

he’d totally sneak a peek at ur muscles every now and then tho. mans weak for buff ppl. i mean have you seen his exes???

bridal carry him at every opportunity 🙏 he will be so happi

“hmph i can walk by myself yknow…but i GUESS you can keep carrying me if you really wanna….but not cuz i like it or anything grr”

my dude has never been great at verbally expressing his feelings so even if y’all have known each other for a long time he still won’t outright ASK to be held/carried. what he usually does is (A) complain about back or knee pain until you ‘offer’ to carry him or (B) say that he’s too lazy to get up from the couch so someone (you) will have to carry him to the fiat or wherever.

like lupin, if he ever injures his leg he’s gonna milk it for AGES. totally denies it tho

“ughh damn my ankle is killing me i don’t think i ca-“

“jigen, if it is that much of an issue i’d be able to carry you.”

“no goemon i’m fine but thanks. oof owww ouch”

“h-“ “well (y/n) since you offered-“

whenever you walk around carrying heavy things he’s just like

totally zones out watching you whenever you show off your strength. gets all red too heheh

lupin and fujiko tease him relentlessly but all he needs to calm down is a (y/n) hug where you pick him up

pretends to fall asleep in the car so you’ll pick him up and carry him to his bed

i’m conclusion: he’s down bad

[noodlepai]

Him

I'm about to have so much fun with this one here we go

1. Very very first impressions, (not gonna count eteled even tho they're literally the same person) I deadass don't remember if I ever watched eteled origins at all years ago, so I think I only ever first saw it after being reminded of the creepypasta from fnf, so I'm going off that, first impressions for me I was like "awh the fucked up little guy, why does he look like he hasn't showered in 10 years", I feel like I might've had some sort of grudge at him after figuring out what he did? But it was so overpowered by my growing fixation over him that it didn't last long idndKDJD and I was annoyed with Austin at the time anyway so it cancelled out pretty quickly

2. He's still a fucked up little woof woof meow man, I just am now really connected to his knotted haired, rat man self, I can redeem him

3. Oh god uhhh, probably him getting caught trying to leave and Mike comes up and questions what the hell he's doing, the way he turns around makes him look like a sopping wet puppy it's hilarious

4. Literally looks at my entire au, yeah a huge part of it is deadass Henry's ENTIRE life story so uhhh yeahhhh, I think that probably counts

5. Kinda hard to pick just one but uhh hmm, one would be that, as a Henry kinnie, I think Henry is maybe forgiven too easily, not saying he doesn't deserve forgiveness, no way, but I just think there should be a little more consequences and him feeling more bad for everything, although I think that should go for every wdy character. on the opposite side, another one would be that I just, personally, feel that Henry isn't 100% responsible for what he originally did, whether it's by pressure/heavy influence, or maybe even him being possibly framed by an outside source because that's one of my opinions/theories, or maybe he's working with someone or is being made to do what he did idk, but I won't go too deep into that

6. Him and Austin is kind of an obvious one

I like to think about if Henry lived on and met Sam that he'd just instantly adopt her, so this one is familial love

Him and Mike because stfu I love them sm /lh ( platonically or romantically, it can go either way )

And Him with Austin and Mike because that's comfort material right there

7. I could talk about so, so so many, but I'll try to keep it short, fave one by far is him being trans/non binary, while he does have his moments, he definitely is happy in his identity that he knows whatever he wears doesn't define him, so he'd absolutely rock black and pink, and tons of skirts and dresses

Another one being that he's pretty flexible, he's just a man made of string cheese, although he still gets back problems

Him being Russian and occasionally speaking it since it's his native language, only sometimes doing so in the office when he sees Austin doing something stupid af and he just starts whispering to himself in Russian like "god he's so stupid" while snickering

And last being that I feel he would probably have a pretty decent singing voice, like not rapping, just a pretty voice, but nobody has ever, eveeer heard it, and he hardly even sings anyway, but when he does he kinda pops off

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Kira Vol 2 (1)

The Mistress

CHAPTER 1: Where The Heart Heals

Loki x fem!Reader (Kira)

Series: A new chapter begins in Kira’s life. Old secrets, new confessions, surprising allies and unexpected meetings. All of them have one name in common. Loki.

Chapter content: soft feels

Warnings: none

Word count: Okay. I’m putting it out there. I wrote this for myself. And that’s what I am trying to do right now. I don’t know how regular I will be with this but I will be writing when I feel it.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

If I could feel this again... The heaviness of your eyes feels like a blessing even when the warmth of the sun is gently stroking your forehead, delicately whispering sweet nothings to wake you up. You know your mother has already woken up for she is the reason the door is open and that chilled winter air is nudging the sun rays to get as much of the playfield over your exposed skin as it can. The teasing play going between the two forces becomes a soothing episode for your nerves, enjoying the lazy winter morning with the sparrows chirping on that one malacca tree still standing in your front yard. The chill draft that swirls to lands on your unaware fingertips, brings with it the familiar dissatisfied woof and one rage-filled yelp, making you smile even with your eyes closed. You can even hear the disgruntled remarks of some boomers out on their morning stroll cursing your poor babies for growing so big and healthy and barking at any stranger that was not welcome in their territory. If I could feel this every single day...

Your eyes finally open from a dreamless sleep, ready to bask in the lukewarm light directly hitting your eyes. The bliss is incomprehensible; to wake up to the sight of the green that is surviving the winter chill in the garden right outside your room. A few sparrows are looking for an early grub in the pots kept right outside your door, seeming to catch a glance or two in your direction when you stir and let your head rest on your hands to watch the life of winter make you grateful for this morning. More grateful when a familiar spotted figure jumps down from the neighbour's wall and passes by your door with the quietest yet graceful gait. "Kitty!" you exclaim without any voice escaping your hoarse throat, making you chuckle at your own failed display of excitement. A long stretch that cracks a few knots and makes you squirm while you squeeze your eyes shut; that is what it takes to finally convince you to get out of the cosiest quilt on this entire planet. It is a task to find your socks under the huge green buffed up fabric but you do not want to step down till you are sure your sensitive feet are secure. Once the pair is found after a round of tossing and turning the poor quilt, you are ready to open your door and step into the garden. And what a sight it is! The balmy morning sun is bringing life out into the streets. Children fresh out of school for their Christmas holidays are riding their colourful bikes around while their parents or guardians spew caution at them. Vendors are out with their carts and wagons, bringing about fresh produce while the riveting bark of the bike that brings the fresh milk for some households waits for the man of that particular house to bring out their vessels. The air has the perfect crispiness of winter twirling all around you. There is no doubt that the sun has colluded with the sweet-smelling chilly breeze to bring the blood to your cheeks and fingertips. The bliss that this simple day can be for an entire lifetime... A whine followed by a protest-filled howl catches your attention in the moment you are taking in this rare morning. Turning your head to look across the fence, you watch those familiar sharp blue eyes looking you with a sour expression. Right. This drama queen. The protest does not stop. "I'm coming," you groan, "I'm coming," you stress as you walk across the garden to open the gate and walk barely five steps across the narrow road to greet the fluffy boy pretending to be mad at you while vigorously wagging his tail. "We literally met last night, you dumb husky!" you coo through your teeth while scratching Ghost behind his ear. "You stoopid loving boi. My best floofy boi." You call out as many names as you can to the huge beast that wants to lick you clean but isn't getting the chance to. So, instead, he decides to take your wrist into his mouth, continuing to whine at the same time, wanting to keep you there till he loses interest in you. "I blame your mother for not training you to respect me, you dumb floof," you state as you make him look you in the eyes, "I fed you and bathed you and played with you when you hadn't even opened your eyes. And this is how you repay me? By giving me scratches and sticking drool all over my elbows?" Growing uncomfortable- and a double chin, the way you are holding his face- he huffs and jumps away from his fence to let you know he is done with you for the day. "Ungrateful bitch," you mutter in his direction while he looks for more leaves to chomp on, "I still love you." Ghost does not even side-eye you. He knows you stand there smiling at him while he goes about eating anything green in his sight, only bothered when he hears the rev of a car pass by. The attention span to that little distraction is short-lived too. "Okay," you sing in a way you think might get on his nerves, "I'm going back then. You won't get to see me till our late night walk." Any little hope that this dog with an attitude would actually look up at you is gone when the same car comes back. Let's see if that car can feed you pancakes. Still looking at the white-furred beast, you are hurt right in your feels to watch his huge paws go up on the fence again to judge whoever sits in the car that has stopped right by the side of your house, the panting paused to scrutinise the strangers in the SUV with tinted glasses. "Really," you nudge his lower jaw as you address him with a simmering gaze, "I get a howl and yank on my hand but some stranger gets a full minute of silence?" You nudge his jaw again, not really liking the point-blank stare he is giving to whosoever is getting out of the car behind you. You are about to nudge him the third time when a voice freezes your hand mid-air. "I guess he does not like my presence that much." The heaviness of the voice with a gravity of its own stops everything around it for an elongated moment. Even with the cold surrounding you, the warmth that engulfs your chest is far more evident over your skin once all the nerves light up at the thought of turning around and finding him standing there. So, you do. And the smile that escapes you is far brighter than this December sun. "Heimdall."

 It is heavenly to hear his name from you after what seems like months stretched into ages. What acts as a balm to his heart is watching your face with carrying the same perfection it did the first day he met you; maybe even lovelier. If he had a sister... "Kira," he sweetly announces into the air before wrapping his arms around you for a hug; something that you gladly welcome, and embrace him back. "I missed you," you squirm into his coat, smelling the mildly spicy cologne he is wearing. Heimdall chuckles. "Who's bothering you? Just point me and I'll take care of the rest." You giggle and draw yourself back to look at those warm honey eyes. "I missed you because I hadn't felt like someone was spying on me for the last two months. Almost felt weird." You shrug, pressing your lips to stop the smile from pouring out while Heimdall groans. "I'm never ever going to hear the end of, am I?" he closes his eyes and sighs. You shake your head before snickering. The pleasant meet-up makes you forget about the prying neighbourhood that has eyes everywhere, lurking behind every curtain to look at this strange, well-built man coming out the blue in an expensive vehicle to hug you- a single woman who should have been married by now instead of meeting strange men, according to them. From the rooftop to the eyes that are pretending to buy vegetables and groceries, everyone is centred on this tall dark and handsome man putting all their sons and husbands to shame. "So-" you poke him in his abdomen- still surprised it's hard as a rock- "what brings you here?" A knowing nod and a deep inhale is all Heimdall gives you for a moment, his habit making his eyes wander everywhere to look for anything unusual. "I...uhh...well-" he inhales through his teeth this time- "we wanted to check in on you. Wanted to see how you were doing. Because everyone misses you back home." "Oh." You feel your breath stuck in your throat. Your inner voice is already elbowing the corner of your nerves, wanting to hear you speak the name for yourself. But you just shove her back into the sleepy comfy corner for the moment. "Yeah," Heimdall smiles, "Zair misses you because he, and I quote, 'cannot even with this new temp some boomer hired in Kira's place'." You snicker. Typical Zair. "Yigrette misses you because it's mundane living with men in the house after a while." "Aww," you feel for your sweet keeper. "Fenrir misses you too, obviously. He has made your bedroom his bedroom. And it has been hard getting him to come out of there now." That floofly baby. I miss him too. Ghost hears that thought and the very next moment, his paw comes to tap on your shoulder and look at you with every ounce of judgment his blue eyes can hold towards you. "And Robert too, now that he is all healed and is ready to take more bullets." "Noooo," you groan into your palms. That idiot. You wait and watch Heimdall smile at you, standing there as your inner voice is wondering- with her face resting in her palms and legs in the air- if there is anyone else who is missing you. "Soooo...-" your voice trails away as you wipe your thoughts by rubbing your hands on your pyjamas- "everyone misses me, huh." Heimdall is about to nod before he stops and creases his brows, forcing you to furrow your own brows in return. "Mm...not everyone though." You can feel the little sinking feeling before your heart has even taken a dive from the board it currently stands on. "Hm?" is all you can bear to say. "Oh, it's Loki. I was talking about Loki. He doesn't miss you," Heimdall shakes his head. And your heart doesn't even do a routine; it just takes a sad plunge into whatever waits for it down in the pits of unwelcoming sadness. "Oh," you inhale the cold air to soothe your insides that are simmering now for some reason, "that's...good. That's good. He isn't missing on work. Or cursing me for not being there to do my work." And just like that, you are trailing into a long train of afterthoughts to console yourself. "That means he is doing pretty well in my absence...which is good...for uhh...for the company. Hmm." Heimdall cannot help but smile at the sorry look on your face to think that your boss does not care about your presence- or absence in this matter. Those y/e/c eyes are at the verge of questioning some major emotions as they let the Watcher's words sink in. It takes a lot more than a dig at lips by his perfect teeth to stop him from giving it away. "No," he finally blurts out, grabbing your attention while internally cursing himself to put you through that for a few seconds of entertainment, "you are thinking in the wrong direction." This time you look at him in confusion. "Heimdall, what are you tryin-" "He does not miss you," he continues, still looking at you when his arm extends by his side to open the door to the back seat of the SUV and relish the two-second delayed reaction, "because 'missing' would be an understatement."

 The last thing he remembers is the blur of the days that have gone by till he is once more standing at the single path of stone decorated with everything that he declares too delicate for this world. Deep inside he has nothing but love for them. Everything too pure for this universe resides in this little ecosystem at the edge of where his world begins. From the ferns and creepers to the fishes and flowers- every little cell has a story of surviving all those perils to come down the path of evolution as much more beautiful. He stands right there and stares straight down the path that leads to the corner that he had begun to cherish some time ago. He pauses his day there, before every break of dawn and every splay of dusk, waiting. What exactly he waits for, no one knows. Some onlookers think he has gone much more insane after the brawl he barely crawled out alive from. They wonder what he keeps looking at in that corner, watching the sun both rise and set there. Some feel empathy for him. Yigrette walks by the lounge every single day to witness this little ritual of her master. Her soft heart aches a little for she knows somewhere he feels the absence of the one little alum that settled all the dirt inside him till it was present in the murky waters. But she does not know the depth of that emotion, neither does she want to insult her master by trying to measure it somehow. And the last time she sees him, he walks towards that edge in the night. He remembers stepping barefoot on that cold stones carrying the chilly impression of the foggy weather outside that has shrouded the vastness of his estate into one quiet graveyard where even the lights of the city do not reach. The distance- thought not much- feels worth an eternity for him as his heart accelerates. The only thought riding the unstoppable train inside his mind is the ghost of a chance of seeing you there. The lights turn on once he enters the space- they turn on for him to stare at the empty space that was once thought of as a decent wing to match the rest of the house, not really knowing what weight it would hold in the future. And here he stands, contemplating whether this part of his house had ever felt so bland before. So...hollow. He is slowly killing himself on the inside to refrain himself from touching anything for the fear of diluting your essence- or whatever is left of it- and instead, he does what he has watched you do a hundred times over. The tiles are cooler than they were the last time he laid down on them. The only time he entered your abode. That time when he watched over you for endless nights till he has to be forced to sleep for his health and yours. But how could he? You were surrounded by wires and tubes, and beeping machines that scared him even at the slightest beep. He rose up to look at you for any movement of discomfort when he himself was experiencing pain that would have bedridden any other ordinary man. Not wanting to get away from your side, he laid himself down out in the lounge. And then he found out why you did this after a long day. It feels nice to let the cold floor take away all the unnecessary thoughts swinging inside his head. Little fears that crowd his mind dissolve and drain down into the ground. Then, for the first time in the past few weeks, he lets his conscience paint a picture of you drowning in happiness. Even as the fear erodes the edges of his heart- that you are happy somewhere other than here- he finds comfort in your smile that is still fresh in his mind. Even though the dark clouds loom on those waves- the thoughts that tell him you have forgotten him- he still lets your laughter roar through his existence. A delicate experience in the cold of December.

Today sleep comes earlier than he anticipates. His eyes are heavier than they usually are. He wants to give in to the arms of slumber because the last time he slept like a baby was when you were healing. He wants to walk towards the lullaby of this pretty siren till he notices it is the first time he has felt such sleep take over him ever since you have been gone. Hold on a second... He opens his eyes- barely- and gets up on his elbow. "Yigrette," he wants to shout but the name is just a questionable statement as he feels his limbs get heavy. There is a silhouette of a figure patiently walking towards the lounge that is a hazy picture to his eyes. But his brain still works enough to realise he has been somehow made a victim of forced unconsciousness. Feeling his face touch the cold tile of the floor, he vows to take them by the throat- whoever spiked his drinks or meal and made the terrible decision of knocking him out cold. And everything goes dark. Dark...till he can hear a familiar giggle somewhere in the void. Along with a sweet aroma that brings to the surface memories that were feared lost. His heart wants him to reach out for that voice that is beginning to clear the fog inside the dense forest that is his mind. And so the heart does what he does best, it slows down too much to let the brain jerk him awake. The sun shines right over his face when a door opens somewhere, flooding his being with brightness through and through. He has to make an effort to open his eyes after a much-needed sleep, watching the rays hit his smaragdines till they are filtered and washed away by the one face he longs to see for the rest of his life. "Loki?" you call out with the softest emotion on your face as the sun rays reflecting inside the car lets your features shine for him. He blinks; still trying to figure out if it is a dream or if you do stand in front of him.  "....Kira?" That voice wants to give all its strength to call out your name, wanting to bring you into existence if you are a figment of his imagination- something that is his worst fear of all. And there you stand with a smile painting your lips for him, taking his first conscious breath in this new morning away. And all he wants is to pray to some force to not let this be a twisted nightmare. "It's good to see you...sir." And that full-toothed smile melts him- front, back and sideways- while the world watches from windows and roofs, questioning Fate and her strings, for better or worse.  If I could feel this again...I would want to feel it with you.

[osmw1]

Poison-Wielding Fugitive   Chapter 27

Death-Beckoning Cooking… ah, it got awkward all of a sudden. The name is so straightforward. It’s almost as if the creators of the world were warning Arleaf, saying, “Stay away from cooking.” But at least she’s aware of how bad she is at it, so we should forgive her. Well… I get a power-up from her cooking, so I can’t really say anything.

“The reverend from the church told us that there must be balance. For the beneficial talents she is granted, she must also be blessed with these negative traits.”

Arleaf, much like me, lives with a heavy burden. She’s an angel to everyone around her so she doesn’t show it…

“Cohgray! Come on, now! Cheer her up and tell her that you’ll take care of it all. Tell her that you want to eat her cooking everyday!”

Shut the hell up, Pops! If you want to eat it that bad, then eat it yourself. Arleaf’s mom grins at us while petting Muu on the head. Can you, like, please stop your husband?

“Uhh, umm… you can remain as a Chemist if you’d like?”

To be honest, even with Arleaf as a party member, we’re not gonna do anything that much different. Well, I mean, Arleaf is proficient in magic…

“But…” “We’re not planning to go anywhere that dangerous anyway. How about you try it out then think of what class you want to be?”

There’s an advanced version of Chemist, right, Veno?

‘I have only heard talk of it, but I believe that Scholar and Alchemist are possibilities. Perhaps the girl’s father has chosen the Alchemist path.’ “You could also set your sights on advancing from a Chemist while you’re with me.” “… I understand. Then while I adventure with you, I shall give thought into what I want to be.”

After hearing me out, Arleaf changes her mind and agrees with me. I finished the pleasant lunch and got ready to leave the apothecary they call home.

“Alrighty, Cohgray, I’m leaving Arleaf in your hands.”

Arleaf’s dad, the happy drunk he is, sends me off from the counter of the apothecary and waves goodbye. You bastard. I’ll get you back.

“Do you have any plans for afterwards, Yukihisa? If you are going to go out, please let me know.” “I think I’m gonna go hunt in the swamp, though I didn’t take any quests.” “In that case, I shall accompany you. I would love to see you in battle and I could also point out anything we could purchase off you.” “Okay, let’s go afterwards then.” “Mu!”

With that, we decided to head to the swamp to hunt.

“If you’d like, why don’t you live with us?”

Arleaf’s parents suggest with a smirk on their faces.

“Pardon me, but may I ask you to consider how Arleaf feels?”

Not only would I be a bother to them, I’d feel like they’d bother me too. They’d probably do something like bringing me to a double bed with “LOVE” stitched across the pillows. I mean, as much as I’d love to go out with a cutie like Arleaf, I should respect how she feels. We’ve only known each other for a few days as well. We should at least start with a date, and progress from there.

‘Thou art prone to be bothered by the littlest things. Instead, why not just take her in one fell swoop?’

What the hell? Veno, you’re really pissing me off. Rather, when everybody around Arleaf are pushing her so hard to get hitched, it might be even harder for her to do anything. Think about it. She’s always getting teased by her parents, so Arleaf gets embarrassed about stuff like this.

“… let us level up so that we may be independent one day.” “… right.”

We leave the village early to get away from the awkwardness.

 As we get close the swamp, Arleaf puts on her gas mask for safety.

“Come to think of it, we haven’t fought any monsters together before, have we, Yukihisa?” “Now that you mention it, yeah, you’re right.” “Mu!”

Showing off his enthusiasm, Muu takes a couple of practice-swings with his axe. Cut it out. That’s dangerous.

“First, let’s form a party… how should our formation be?” ‘I shall show thee how to send an invitation. First, open thy status screen. Like how thou would check the status of Muu, send the girl a request to form a party.’

I do as Veno tells me to and send Arleaf the request. As soon as I do that, she received the invitation and accepted it. It now shows that we’re in a party now. Let’s see… I can easily see her health and mana now. I think that’s from being in the same party.

“We’ll just stand in a regular formation, so I can watch over you. What do you think?” “You’re right… I can’t be getting in the way of you or Muu either.”

Then Muu will take the front, I’ll get the rear, and Arleaf will be on standby close to me.

“Mu!” “Oh? Something’s here? Lucky us.”

A pack of Terracotta Poison Zombie Dogs notices us and rushes on over. Poison isn’t very effective against them, so I’d avoid them if I can. But since Arleaf’s here to watch us, we’ve got no choice but to fight. Well, we’ve leveled up recently and Muu can handle these dogs on its own anyway.

“Muuuuuu!”

Muu activates War Cry, buffing his own attack, and takes a slash with his axe.

“Woof!”

A cloud of dust kicks up in the middle of the pack and a few dogs get mowed down by Muu’s charge. I think I can take one of them down with each shot.

“Alright! Time for me to shine as well!”

I fix my posture, steady my aim, and launch two bolts. They struck the legs of two zombie dogs, pinning both to the ground. I feel like I’m more focused than normal, my shots hitting truer than before.

“Mu!”

Muu takes advantage of the situation and instantly goes for the death blow on the two dogs.

“Bow wow!”

The remaining zombie dog, taking advantage of moment, charges at me. Before he can close the gap, I shake the crossbow up and down, reloading it, and used Poison Enchantment for Slow Poison–tipped bolts. Thud, thud, thud. I fired three times in rapid succession with all three bolts finding their target. With it slowed right down, Muu storms the zombie dog and finishes it off. Wiping them out felt relatively easy. Oh? I check the experience points gained to find nearly double what I normally get. Arleaf’s Poison Cooking sure is amazing.

‘The bonus experience gain certainly makes thee earn more. When any living creature is slain, not all of its quintessence can be absorbed. With the bonus, thou art able to receive more of it.’

Veno goes into detail. In games, you’d find items that boost your experience gain, so I guess it’s like that in this world as well.

‘There are accessories that aid in this way but are very expensive. It is also not a permanent bonus but instead a consumable. To recreate the same effect so simply is quite shocking.’

That’s Arleaf’s cooking for you. I check how long the food buff lasts.

“Just about done, I think.”

As soon as I say that, Arleaf seems to have noticed something.

“Oh, I hear the wings of Spray Green Mosquitos beating. Be careful.” “Ah, we’ll be fine. Cover your mouth so that you don’t breathe this stuff in.”

Spray Green Mosquitos either wait for their enemies to drop their guards then fly in, or they like to swarm their opponents. But whatever they want to do, they’re just small fry to us now. As soon as the Spray Green Mosquitos buzz close, Muu scatters his spores. Immediately after the Spray Green Mosquitos breathe in the spores, they weakly flutter around and drop dread. We’ve gotten stronger, eh? At least that’s how I feel.

“That’s how we roll. What do you think?”

We’ve always fought in this formation. If either of us get injured, we wait for the other person to heal up then continue fighting. I’ll jump in a pool; Muu uses Self-Regeneration. That’s one of our strong points—we can always fight at peak conditions.

“Just as I have been told, Muu is the vanguard and Yukihisa is the rearguard… but less so of a mage and more of a ranger.” “The truth is that I don’t actually know how to cure poison with magic…”

Not that Veno didn’t explain it to me before, but bluntly speaking, if I don’t have the Sense, I should just give up on learning magic. And it’s also not that I enjoy not knowing magic. I think it’d be helpful to our survival. Veno did say with a specialty class like mine, I might have a chance later.

“With this formation…”

Arleaf starts to think hard and mumbles to herself. She’s really serious about trying to be helpful to me.

“I had been thinking that I could heal you and Muu in battle, but since you two are both skilled in self-recovery… on the other hand, if I learn some offensive magic spells…” ‘Well, with such a small party, it would be rather dangerous if anything serious happened to thee or Muu. I understand the problem the girl has.’ “If you could fend off the enemy so that they do not draw too close, another option is for me to join Muu in the frontlines.”

I start imagining how Arleaf would fight with a knife. Assassin style, perhaps.

“Ah, you don’t have to think so hard over it. You could just stay in the back with me.” “I’m not too sure.” “You could take care of harvesting, compounding, and selling if you’d like.”

I mean, since you’re a Chemist and all. It wouldn’t be right to force yourself to serve me.

“I don’t like it. It’s not as if that would be a bad idea just to advance my job… but to be a Physician like my mother…” ‘By the way, Physician is advanced from Chemist or Priest.’

That’s useful to know, but right now Arleaf’s troubled by what role she should play in our party.

‘Here are some more options to think about. Though Chemists do not have much combat prowess, they can learn Rod Sense for fighting with staff-type weapons, though that is close-quarters again. With her Medical Sense, a possibility is to throw concocted potions and poisons from the rear.’

If I were to try to explain that to Arleaf, she’d be even more bothered. What, is her class a master of none?

‘Thou cannot compare a non-combative class to a specialist one.’

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[theosymphany]

Under the sun’s warmth

Piers came to slowly, being very aware of a warm body beside him and a pair of beefy arms that held him close from behind. He smiled a little, taking a deep breath and taking in the warmth and the pleasant scent of his partner. Chris was quiet, which meant that he must have been awake.

He turned, trying to get a glimpse of Chris but it was hard without straining himself.

“Morning.” He said, lazily twisting himself slowly to face Chris.

“Morning.” Warm brown eyes greeted him with a small smile.

“You’ve been up long?”

“A little. It’s cute to watch your sleep. And wake.”

“Creep. Your arm must be sore.”

“Well actually it’s quite dead.” Chris squirmed as Piers moved to let him retrieve his arm. “Ow, ow ow!” The pain was evident on his face as blood rushed back in.

“Sorry.” Piers said, rubbing along Chris’s arm to get the blood back in.

“Hurts like hell, but it’s ok, all worth it.” Chris winced, then smiled again. “Or is that an excuse to feel me up?”

Piers withdrew his hands sharply. “Excuse me, who had his hands inside my shirt while I slept?”

“You’d complain it’s cold otherwise.” Chris said, with heavy lidded eyes.

“It is kinda cold. What time is it?” Piers glanced over at their alarm clock.

“Hmph, still early, and oh.”

Chris must have felt him go stiff because he held his wrist. “It’s OK babe.”

Piers shook his head, as if trying to forget. “July first…. It’s hmm, six years now.”

“Yep.”

“Well I remember it for a different reason. It’s six years after our reunion six year ago!”

“Ha. That was sweet too, even though I didn’t’ realize it at the time. We should celebrate with, uhh, a big bottle of Rakija and the scent of cheap hooker’s perfume.”

“You know, for a big dumb American you blended in pretty well to Edonia.”

“Yeah well, guess all that training is muscle memory now. As I recall you guys stood out like sore appendages. Guess who’s the sniper?”

Piers was suddenly wide awake. “We were not running intel Chris. We wanted to be visible and we wanted to find you!”

Chris grinned in apology. “Well well. That always gets a rise out of you.”

Piers sighed softly. “It was really stupid what Command did to us. Forcing you back in the outfit on a mission doomed from the beginning.”

“Like you said at the time, the world was going to hell in handbasket and the mission didn’t have a sliver of a chance if you all went without me.

“I said that?”

“Yep. Turns out you were truly capable enough on your own, Acting Team Leader Nivans.”

Piers was quiet for a moment. “I know that I wouldn’t have done half the stuff I did if you weren’t there beside me. You fight for the ideal. I fight for the personal.”

“Give yourself more credit than that. You did right with Jake and Sherry, and all the other decisions you made there.”

“But…”

Chris cut him off and put an arm around Piers’ back. “There is great strength that comes from protecting those you love. You made the sacrifices and you made it happen. I can’t ask for more than that. Well, except spend the rest of our lives together, and some secret room service couple of times a week.”

Piers face planted on Chris’ chest. “Here we are all serious and you let your other head do the talking.”

“Oh hell no. He does all the talking where you’re involved.” Chris said with a wink.

“So it’s a Sunday, what are we gonna do today?” Piers said, resolved to change the subject.

“Hmm, easy morning, take Ruff out, food, some woof time and whatever else?”

“That’s like most of our weekends.”

“That’s good right? Or you want more adventure? White water rafting with zombies?” Chris’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“I want as few reminders of nasties as possible. No humidity, no water and no tentacles. Something American, homey…. Hmm I know. That Southern BBQ place that has the massive meat platters that has way too much food for two people. I want that.”

“Ha. Always planning his food first. That’s my Piers. I’m in hungry mood today and don’t fancy cooking so hell yes! And it’s too much food for two people, but not two people and a four-legged black hole when meat is concerned.”

“Oh yes! We have to bring Ruff along, you’ve got the rug and picnic set in the car. There’s a nice trail up nearby on the hill. He can run off lead and we can enjoy the sun.”

“Sounds like a date.” Chris kissed Piers on the top of his head.

“Thanks for buying lunch.” Piers kissed the crook of Chris’s neck.

“I am?” Chris asked, then shrugged. “I am.”

--

The little hill was windier even on a warm summer’s day. The wandered along, Chris holding Ruff’s lead while the GSD went exploring and working off those wings and brisket and pulled pork and hot links.

“One good thing about all that distant control is we don’t really need this anymore.” Chris said, gesturing to Ruff’s lead.

“More us time.” Piers grinned.

“Hey look, there’s a swing near the trees over there. You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Piers looked around. “No tangos in sight Captain.”

“Good boy.” Chris said. Ruff yelped happily somewhere and Piers shook his head.

“There’s only one seat.” Piers said as they got to the swing.

Chris tested it for his weight then nodded in approval. “It’ll take.”

He sat first, then motioned for Piers to join him.

“If you insist.” Piers said cheekily as he straddled and sat himself on Chris’s lap.

The warm rays of the afternoon sun shone through the west and Piers can see it had bleached some of Chris’s hair. His face took on a softer glow, though he can see a few new lines on his face. If anything, they added to his confidence, his authority.

“What are you thinking?” Chris swayed gently on his feet.

“Of how beautiful you are with the sun on your face.”

“Thinking just the same thing.” Chris said, leaning in. “You still take my breath away every day.”

They danced their lips around each other, gently savouring each touch, planting kisses light as a dragonfly skimming across water.

Piers nuzzled his face next to Chris, feeling the little pricks from his stubble. Chris held him in his arms as they swayed gently in the breeze.

Piers could feel Chris’s heartbeat, and the warmth from his arms joined with the warmth of the sun. The hold was solid and he hugged Chris back, thinking of nothing else but to be in the moment, desperately drowning out everything else.

Slow sniper breaths. The sky was blue, the clouds tinged with orange. The grass was more green than yellow, but only just so. There’s the call of birds, rustles of insects in the grass, the odd creak and groan from the swing as they swayed in time to his breaths. Chris was rubbing his back soothingly and he realised he was squeezing a bit too tightly.

This is real. All of it, and he is here. All of him.

Ruff watched from a distance his daddies locked in love. He tilted his head, half expecting the whistle for him to come but knows that he’s probably got more time freedom to roam still. He found a warm spot in the sun and sat low, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. His favourite humans are going to have all the time and peace in the world.

Another year another July 1st Tribute. Thanks for the rest of the fandom for their works and support. I based the final scene on @daemoncollection‘s gorgeous work Under The Sun’s Warmth - http://fav.me/dcfwyal which is reblogged above. Shoutout to @nimrod262 as without his encouragement this work wouldn’t have happened.