#so full of rage this is the only thing i could draw today

[whosname]

Here I am again.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 4

Hal Jordan + size difference

Red lantern reader Raaaaaarrghhh 🦅 🦅 🦅 Reader is a Czarnian, cuz Lobo is hot, so the reader is hot 🗣️

Not as long as my usual writing, but i got twice as much homework as normal lately so im amazed i even got writing done today.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

There were few beings across the galaxy that left the green lanterns fumbling, and you were one of them. As Czarnians could only be killed by others of their species, and the fact that you and Lobo were something akin to friends, they could do nothing but contain you when they could capture you. Not that they were able to do that most days, as your hulking height and muscular build wasn’t just for show. Your skill with your ring only served to make you an even bigger foe.

It was your extreme skill and somehow cold and calculated mind even as a red lantern, that made you a nightmare to deal with. Many lanterns would flee battles barely conscious and would need months of physical and even mental therapy, some would not even return. You were one of the only two violent Czarnians, besides Lobo that is, and your blood thirst and seemingly iron tight control of your rage had many living beings shaking at the mere thought of you.

So how did Hal find himself in his current position, his arms hanging limply by his side as your large powerful hands grasped the underside of his knees, his back against your chest. Hal was sure hed heard of this position at some point, probably from Guy in all his showboating, a full nelson, he called it. And now Hal was in that very position, choked gasps and gargled moans leaving him, his head falling back against your wide muscular chest as your strength alone lifted him up and down on the monster you called a cock.

Maybe it had started as a fight, or a spar, or even just a chase across the stars, but one thing led to another and now Hal was being taken in a way he had never imagined before. If his eyes weren't welling with tears of pleasure and disbelief, he was sure he would be seeing a bulge through his stomach whenever you thrust inside. From what he could feel you weren’t even fully inside, and the taunting chuckle from behind him confirmed it as you grunted that he shouldn’t be acting so slutty already as you only had about half of your length inside him.

The bottom of Hals suit was gone, a gift of the lantern ring, your own only gone enough to drag your length and sack out so you could fuck into the human lantern. A loud wail that might have been a moan left Hal as you focused your attention on the bundle of nerves inside him, grinding into his prostate hard enough that Hal was seeing white, his cock twitching and spurting come out into the empty space in front of the two of you. The deep chuckle that left you made your chest rumble against Hals back, sending another shiver down his spine as his own length gave a feeble twitch, already trying to get hard again.

He felt like a toy as you dragged him up and down your length, his suit receding off his neck and shoulders as your sharpened canines dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, your large tongue running up the length of Hals neck to wipe the metallic red liquid away as fast as it came. Hal let out a weak grunt as his entire body tensed, another orgasm washing through him, his length only releasing a few spurts. But it didn’t seem to slow you down whatsoever as you kept your pace, your taunting chuckle and words still going as the green lantern shook and moaned.

Hal had no idea how long it went on, but at some point, he had started to lose his vision as everything went blurry, a pleasant burn running through his body as he came for what must have been the sixth or seventh time, his sack completely empty causing him to have an empty orgasm. His body would tense, he would tighten up around you, but nothing would leave his dick, only more drool would run down his chin as he gagged and moaned for you.

As your large strong fingers pressed between his lips Hal found himself sucking on them sloppily, like his body couldn’t fully keep up with what his mind wanted him to do. He didn’t understand the language you cursed in as you came, and he didn’t have the brainpower to use his ring to translate it. His stomach felt tight as you filled him, white running out around your length as it overflowed, Hal whimpering at the feeling as he tried to commit it to memory.

Hal must have passed out as you reached for his length, pulling on it till his entire body tensed and shook through another finish, his head reeling and his eyes rolling back. He even thought it might have been a dream, if it wasn’t for his lower body killing him and what looked like the space version of a phone number left in his ring. You had even been polite enough to leave him in the space equivalent of a hotel room, and a high priced one too. Maybe the true way to contain your rage was a good fuck, Hal would have to fight you on his own a couple more times to make sure.

[kazumiku]

Of Pride and Prejudice

p.logue ↬ the grand escape ( 1,147 words )

"i can't leave. not right now, not like this, please—"

begged a desperate tone, a voice that rumbles from your throat. its choked, you're hanging on by a string, snapped by a slap that resonates through the large hall of your home. it was silence for a while, where three figures stood unmoving, the thick tension wrapping around your necks as the clock stopped, if only for a moment.

then it broke. "that is enough," your mother was sick of negotiating, her hand raised after striking your head the other way. the sting settled into your cheek, wallowing you in your own hopelessness as a masculine voice speaks up. "we understand where your worry stems, albeit this is not the suitable time for arguing." he reasons.

it was true. the sand in your hourglass was diminishing rapidly, and with the people raging at the front of your gates, it was only a matter of the clock striking two before they barge in like animals on a raid hunt. there was a bounty over your family, mysteriously so, and your parents will have to keep whatever left is little to save. and that includes you and your siblings.

it was an endless discussion, day and night, an ongoing debate that draws to a stop today. today is the day you and your siblings have to flee, after all, for your own safety if not theirs. your parents lived a long life, they only wish for their children to thrive one way someway, somehow, once the heat dies down. "we promise to look for you once its all settled, honey. you must understand where we're coming from. we worry for the three of you the most."

your mother's words were enough to pry tears at the corners of your lids. leaving them behind was the last thing you wished, and they knew that well. but they love you much too dearly to let the empire tumble down on your shoulders instead. this problem is not yours to shoulder but theirs, and they'll solve it on their own as the current rulers of the state.

if they fail to protect the kingdom, then so be it. their priorities were straight, and there would be no use in trying to prod at their resolve in your favor now. if you were easily settled on a stone-hard conclusion when your heart sets for it, you can only imagine how far more your parents are in that matter.

"everything is packed. aether and lumine are already settled within the carriage. you shall head through the back on your way out." they inform you, your father reaching out to grasp your shoulder. it shattered your heart to teensy shards by how gentle his contact is on your arm, holding you like fragile glass. and you were, at this moment, under their contemplative gazes. "if this does not work out for us, then you shall make this our last command, as the eldest and the inheritor of my crown; look out for each other. stay out of trouble's way. and, especially stay out of the public eye." commanded in your father's deep voice, full of mourn.

"don't worry, for you are not alone. we have assigned you a guard. he'll write us a letter if you ever so wish, but, for now, let's focus on you and your siblings' safety, will that be understood?" your mother explained. and as much as you wish to shake your head in defiance, you bobbed your chin meekly, a wallowing sniffle resonating at the back of your throat as you ducked your head. "in six moon cycles, if we don't reach by that, then you must forgive us. please live your life."

the floor reflected your doubt clearly, but you're not left with any more choices when you're ushered out the hall hurriedly. you couldn't even hug your parents goodbye, nor give them at least the littlest of waves of farewell when you're pushed into the back by a panicking maid. during the conversation with your parents, you hadn't realized the booming voice that comes from the opposite exit from where you are, the outside of your front gates flooding with protest and people overflowing with rage.

"stay safe," the helper whispered before you could look back, the door slammed in front of your face, leaving you out in the back of the garden. the wind was dormant as you walked through the unmoving grass, the evening was quiet save for the screams of profanities stemming from the front, which were eventually muddled by the distance as you stray further into the grassy pathway, on your way to an obscured exit behind the foliage.

you push the hidden door open and the sight of an outdated carriage meets you. it looks worn, but not too shabby, two horses at the forepart ushered down by the coachman as it noises at your appearance. your arm is suddenly grasped in a firm grip, and your left to almost stumble on your ankles when another palm landed on the small of your back too. "careful. you almost stepped on a puddle, majesty," ah. you recognized that voice. the captain of the royal guards. "your parents assigned me. don't fret."

"ah, no, i was just a little startled. apologies," you breathed, and he nods in acceptance of your excuse, assisting you up into the carriage. aether was already asleep on lumine's shoulder as you settled inside from the opposite side. the assigned guard situates out beside the coachman, and with a flick of the leather halter, the horses pump their hooves on the ground.

the sound of rocks under the running wheels filled your ears as the long road goes, and your heart settles emptily in your chest. your body feels null, naturally. a moment of reprieve, you tried, but there was nothing to be relieved of when you're flooded with worry. lumine from across you could tell as she called for your name quietly. "hey, don't worry. it'll be alright, okay?" her mellow tune lifted your spirits as she outstretched her hand. "come here, let's cuddle. you can fall asleep on my other shoulder too if you feel like it, i'm just going to watch a stream my phone.

"this carriage is so slow, i hope nobody catches us lacking like this. god, the things i'd do to ride on the rb19 instead," she jokes as you take her hands and move seats. "it's too bad you can't sponsor this season," lumine couldn't help but sigh dejectedly, and your thumb strokes her knuckles in comfort. "i'm sorry, i feel bad. i couldn't change their minds. i really, really tried."

"no, no, it's fine. don't say sorry, you didn't do anything wrong. they're only doing this for our safety, and that's what you should think of."

that's right. there's no need to worry.

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@justpeachyteastea

m.list ; 01 → tweaking bad

a/n; yippee i finally got this shit out (im so sorry if its disappointing i gave up after losing my drafts twice cry)

[tothosewhoyearnforit]

to our own - park jiwon

-1311 words

-i have literally 0 time to write but i did this over 3 days. a bit rushed but the idea of this was rlly rlly stimulating.

-warnings? mating press (literally the main emphasis), blowjob, sex in the open, minor daddy stuff.

It felt unreal waking up to the crashing of waves, the huge expanse of serene blue ocean right past the sliding glass doors in front of your bed. There’s no honking of vehicles, sounds of traffic lights, footsteps of commuters. None of that. It was a peaceful environment. One where you managed to get an extremely rare full 8 hours of beauty sleep. 

Making a quick stretch in bed, you climb out, fully naked after last night’s activities with Jiwon, morning wood not yet in full action. You slide open the sliding door and the sounds of the ocean intensify. You don’t have to worry about anybody catching you in your obscene, naked state, thanks to the two walls blocking off the outdoor part of the villa on the sides and also the fact that all villas were isolated from one another. And Jiwon seemed to share the same thoughts as well. 

She was lying on one of the beach beds outlooking the ocean, fully nude as well, with only sunglasses on. Her body was lathered with suntan lotion, casting a shimmery glow on her flawless skin. Her arms were raised above her head, tits and nipples spread out for your eyes to feast on, and her creamy legs drawing your eyes in. The sight before you was enough to send all the blood rushing to your cock, sending it to full hardness within a matter of seconds.

“Good morning to you too, oppa.” Jiwon says, noticing your approach. “Thought we would get up early for breakfast, but you were sleeping so soundly that I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You place yourself right next to her and place your hand on her inner left thigh, just mere centimeters away from her heat.

“We could go to the restaurant for breakfast… But I’m fucking hungry for something else Jiwon-ah.”

“Jeez oppa, can’t we at least do other things before spending the entirety of our day making love?”

“I mean we could… But you’re lying here under the sun, completely nude Jiwon. You’re the one who pretty much set this up.” 

“Fine, 15 minutes. Then we go for breakfast and then snorkeling okay?”, she says as she gets off the seat and kneels in between your legs. She spits a bit of saliva onto your cock and slowly pumps your shaft up and down.

“You got it Jiwon-ah.”

She then leaves a gentle kiss on the base of your cock, before running her tongue against it and licking right at the tip, leaving an extremely tingling feeling that causes you to curl your toes in response. She then takes your length inside her mouth, before going all the way until your cock was nestled warmly within her mouth, perched against her magic muscle within. She looks up at you, making a lewd face that only contributes even more towards your raging boner. Jiwon’s blowjobs are amazing, she knows exactly what turns you on. She knows you love it fucking sloppy as shit, when the drool is running out her lower jaw and onto the floor, or onto her chest. Bobbing her head slowly up and down on your length, she places strategic licks on your tip every time it reaches the entrance of her mouth, and every now and then, she takes a small break, pumping up and down your shaft as she gets some oxygen. 

Once she feels comfortable, she picks up the pace of her bobbing. Lewd sounds are erupting more frequently from her throat as her face oscillates to and fro on your length, sending vibrations straight to your sensitive tip, and soon you feel like you’re going to release it all within her mouth. 

But no, you did that last night, like three fucking times. Today, you were going to kick things off differently. 

You reluctantly pull yourself out of her mouth and Jiwon gets the message, stroking your cock as it lines up perfectly against her symmetrical face, her cold breaths breezing against your cock, causing it to twitch within her grasp. 

“Trying to savor all 15 minutes you have huh?”

“You know your blowjobs are fucking tantalising Jiwon.”

You gesture her up onto her feet and whisper into her ear. “But I want to load you up inside first.”

“Then fucking do it daddy, give me a cum package to last me through the day.”

Her words are like smelling salts, triggering you instantly. You pick her tiny frame up, carrying her by her luscious thighs, before impaling her onto your dick, not even giving her a chance to acclimate. 

“Oh fuck! You’re so fucking huge daddy.”

More like you’re so fucking tight even after all our sexual escapades together. 

She grabs onto locks of your hair for support, while your face is busy suffocating on her tits, nibbling at her perky, erect nipples, taking in the scent of suntan lotion as you practically fucked yourself into her pussy, going all the way into her caverns with each thrust.

“Ah! Fuck! Just like that! Thrust that huge meat rod all the way please!”

The sounds of the waves were fighting against the sounds of her meaty flesh crashing against your pelvis. Thankfully each villa in this resort was separated by ocean and not right next to each other. 

“Don’t you just love this Jiwon-ah? Getting your brains fucked out right under the blue sky? Any passing boat or plane could just see us.”

“Yes! Yes! I fucking love it daddy!”

“No, I don't think this is embarrassing enough for you. Let’s change your position real quick. Let the world know just how much you love my fucking cock.”

You stop thrusting for a while, and rotate her body so that her back rests against your body. Then, hooking your arms with her legs and putting your hands on both sides of her head, you put her in a full nelson.

“H-hey wait! Not this position! It’s fucking embarrassing.”

“Who cares Jiwon? Ain’t nobody can see us here. Plus if anybody could, let them watch. Let them know that you’re my slut.”

 Her legs were up in the air right beside her head, meaning the only thing keeping her “suspended” was you. In this position, you assumed full control, having Jiwon in a complete body lock. Her entire body was yours to use for the remaining 10 minutes.

Though normally it’d be hard to carry such weight for such a long amount of time, you were completely driven by just testosterone, a full blown boner fueled monster. You turned to face the ocean, Jiwon squirming uncontrollably as she was completely helpless and unable to do anything but grab onto your forearms to cope with the stimulation.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Faster! FASTER OPPA!” She shrieked out at the top of her lungs.

And you weren’t gonna deny her wishes. Going as fast as you possibly could, you could feel your core and your legs aching, but no, if you didn’t release, you’d regret it for the rest of the day, and that wasn’t an option. 

“S-shit oppa. I’m gonna fucking cum really really hard.” 

And she did. 

From your obscured field of vision, a stream of gush squirted out from Jiwon as the walls of her pussy clamped down around your still pistoning cock, offering more resistance than before. Her geyser of squirt splashed down into the ocean below as her tight grip on your forearms weakened a bit. Your orgasm followed soon after as you felt belts of cum leak out into her cunt. You thrust once more, and one last one, as you let Jiwon’s heavily panting body back onto the beach bed, cum leaking out of her pussy. 

“Jeez oppa. I think we’re gonna have to take a time out before we head out first, because that was the best fuck I’ve ever gotten.”

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s.n: im thinking of doing lee chaeyoung or romsae for a pt. 2. lmk wht y’all reckon.

[hotchs-big-hands]

oh oh oh!!! and if jack liked you!!! ooooooh my god that lady would have a fucking conniption frrrr. jack coming home from aaron and yours place all happy like "look mommy!! reader helped me draw this for you!!" and shes soooo angry because she hs to smile at jack and be like "oh wow honey thats amazing. that a really nice picture!" but her hands are shaking with rage.

or when he comes home from school one day and hes like "reader did my hair and helped me picj out my outfit for picture day today because daddy said i looked too messy" and shes pissed tf off bc she hates you and is trying to paint you as this evil bad influence meanwhile jack fucking LOVES YOUUUUU.

"reader makes her pancakes into heart shapes because she says the only way for boys to grow strong is with love" and now jack wont eat her pancakes if they arent heart shaped. jack has to make a family tree for school and he made his as HB - AH+R and includes your family since aaron only has sean and haley cracks and yells at him that "reader isnt his family. reader isnt aarons family. reader has no place in their family tree and he needs to accept that mommy and daddy are his only real family" and ooooh boy when aaron finds out hes fookin fumin babes. and she tries to accuse you of trying to replace her but aaron shuts that shit down like "youre the only woman in the world that could think your kid being loved and cared for is a bad thing. would you rather she abused him? she loves him and he love her. im going to marry that woman eventually so she has every right to be on that family tree and you need to get used to it."

and when he tells you what he said you literally do not let that man out of bed for hours like uuuggghh yesss hottie tottie defend my honor and tell off your ex? youve earned yourself 5 free orgasms for surree

😭😭😭😭😭 JACKKKKKKKK he's such a cutie I love himmmmmm!!!!!!! Haley yelling at him over the family tree is so fucking evil like she rly is the type to rather have her kid be hated and abused by his stepmother than be adored and loved.

Aaron finds out cuz Jack is crying in his room and the family tree has been ripped up. You tell Aaron that Jack wouldn't let you in the room, but it's killing you knowing he's so distraught abt smth. So Aaron sits with him on the bed and asks him what's going on? At first Jack is hesitant but then he full on wails abt what Haley said and Aaron sits quietly and tries not to show he's fucking abt to explode with anger. So he comforts him and says Jack can choose his family. It's entirely his choice and if he wants you in his life then that's okay.

So Jack cries even harder cuz now he's like well my family tree is ruined now :((( so yknow what Aaron does? Gets his office supplies and he and Jack make a new family tree. But Jack wants you to join in too! And so when you're called into the room it's hard not to cry when Jack says he wants you to help with the project 😭😭😭😭😭😭 the new one is on sturdy paper, and Aaron frames it so Jack can hang it on his wall 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖

As for the last bit? Aaron absolutely earned all those orgasms 🫣🫣🫣🫣

[teddypan]

I'm sleep deprived and got random thoughts about Niragi... So I wrote this

Honestly, I was bored and tried writing something for the first time, English isn't my first language so there may be some mistakes

Warnings: little angst, an attempt at comfort, mention of sex, Niragi, made by a sleep-deprived soul

The reader is annoyed with Niragi and decides to do something about it

You had enough, ever since you came to the beach, and it's been going on for some time now, it seemed like Niragi's main job was to annoy you.

You were relaxing by the pool? He had to throw remarks your way. You were on patrol? God forbid if he didn't try to poke some idiocy into your brain. Finally, had free time to relax in your room? Nope, he had to find some problem that you specifically had to go and resolve.

As it went on, solely the sigh of his tall lanky ass made you angry, the worst thing? He did it all with a smirk on his face, fully knowing what impact it had on you. Thankfully for other residents of the beach, you controlled yourself and simply ignored him. Which, mind you, he didn't like. Everyone could see, that he wanted to get a reaction out of you.

Till today,

you just came back from a game. It was four spades and it was supposed to be easy since spades are your specialty, as a professional stunt woman for action scenes. But no, not today. Not only were your teammates useless, they nearly got you killed because of questioning your capability. The game was finished only thanks to you, and it made you angry like nothing before. Out of five people, three died because of their idiocy.

When you came back, with an irritated face and first clenched to the point of making your palms bleed, your mind pointed to a bar with alcohol. He chose to speak and break your last straw.

"Hah, how did you manage to kill them in that? Did they have to save your ass like every guy you know?" ...

That was it, at this point he could say anything and it still would do the same thing.

Stopping in your track, you turned around and walked to him. Grasped his sleeve and started walking towards your room. "Oh, did you finally realize you want me?" He asked. With no reply from you, he still allowed you to drag him with no resistance.

The moment you both entered your room, he tried to kiss you. But boy he wasn't prepared for your push. Stumbling he fell on your bed, getting the breath knocked out of him. His rifle lying forgotten somewhere on the floor.

His eyes were in full-blow shock, looking at you, only his upper body had slightly risen, his chest rising in jagged intervals.

At that moment you knew what you wanted to do, he wanted a reaction, and he will get one. With confined steps, you strode toward him eyes hooded with a mixture of lust and rage.

"you don't have to be so pushy, I would have gone to bed either way or are you that eager for me," Niragi said in a joking manner. But with you not saying anything, he started to look unsure

"hey, answer me when I ta-" before he could finish, you were standing above him. His words cough in his throat, the look you were giving him made chills run up his spine.

Hard, cold, and predatory. After a long time, he felt small, weak, frozen in place unable to move. His body wasn't listening to him. Niragi felt hopeless, your eyes reminded him of his school days.

As you were standing above him, you saw fear, he started to draw fast breaths. His face lost its color, his eyes became unfocused almost as if he started to have a panic attack. By your proximity, you could notice his trembling.

Then it happened, out of his throat come a soft gasp, followed by a whimper right after. Almost instantly he pulled his arms over his head like he wanted to protect his face. He wasn't crying, but soft gasps and whispers could be heard as if he was in pain.

Niragi couldn't see anymore, he was remembering, feeling like he was back under the bridge. It hurt, why was he weak, what did he do to get this treatment? He was out of it, almost like in trance.

That's when all your anger disappeared, yeah he may be a jerk and maniac. But he only annoyed you compared to others and it was bearable honestly. So at that moment you slowly sat on the bed to not alarm him. Leaned towards him and pulled his trembling form slowly into the arms.

Now you were sitting on the bed, with Niragi in your arms, leaning on you. After a while, as he heard your heart, he slowly calmed down and stopped making sounds and trembling. That's when he sat up completely, separating from you.

"you didn't see shit, you hear me? Nothing happens, forget everything if you tell someone I will-" Niragi closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. "Yeah, I haven't seen anything, no worries," You said.

With that, he stood up, picked up his rifle, gave you a last look, and without a word left your room

After he left you lay on your bed thinking, about how this incident will change the dynamic between you two. It made you curious to know what made him act that way. With that, you closed your eyes and went to sleep.

[steddie-my-love]

You’re Our Kid

Dads!Blackbonnet x Daughter!Reader

Cw: Angst, (light) Canon Typical Violence, Harsh self image, not being beta read

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Izzy Hands was pissed off. Granted, Izzy Hands is always pissed about everything but today was unlike anything the crew of the revenge had seen so far.

In these past few months he had watched Blackbeard, the most feared pirate in the world change before his very eyes. He was cheerful, having people call him ed and falling for Stede Bonnet. It wasn’t right.

Pirates weren't supposed to have attachments. The only thing you could trust was that they were always plotting against each other. Always ready to stab each other in the back or the side. But now ed had a kid and the whole world was upside down.

“Izzy” you called running onto the deck to greet the man “Sorry i’m late, i was helping frenchie with making dinner and I lost track of time. Are you ready for sword practice?”

He looked you up and down with cold eyes. Despite the hours of work you were still happy, still smiling, still the thing that had turned the most feared captain on the seven seas soft.

You had to go.

“Okay kid. We’re going to start with dueling technique” he rasped, drawing his scabbard from his waist and cleaning off the blade. “You’re going to have to face down all sorts and it’s your job to find your way out of it without help.”

You nodded dutifully, listening as the grizzled man eyed you up and down like a cat eyeing a mouse.

“The key is to catch your target off guard,” he continued “never expect a fair fight and never expect backup. In this life you only have yourself to rely on.”

In a sharp movement, Izzy swung his sword, cutting your wrist as your sword spun out of your hand. You glimpsed to the side to see where it had fallen but in the second you had looked away it was already too late.

You fell to the deck, head slamming against the wood hull. The world spun as you looked up, the sun stinging your eyes as you blearily looked at the world. Any mercy that Izzy had shown before had fallen away and as you stared up at what he really was; he was a killer.

Your sword was too far away. “Ste-” you started to call, desperate for some, any kind of help but were cut off as the the sharp point of izzy’s sword began to dig into your neck.

“Oh no you don’t” Izzy sneered “you don’t get to call for their help every time you’re stuck. Do you really think that they care for you? That they see you as anything but a nuisance? You are a passing fancy, and once they get bored of you, they’ll cast you off just like everything else.”

Izzy raised his arms again, scabbard in hand. This time the blow was meant to be deadly. You raised your hands to your face, waiting for the cut of the blade.

“IZZY” a booming voice called from behind the man. Izzy turned his gaze to see Ed running at him full speed, eyes practically glowing with rage as he disarmed his first mate and tackled him to the ground.

As the men fought, you could feel stede hoist you up to your feet. “Its okay my dear, you’re safe now. We’ve got you” he said gently.

The world seemed to sway as the blonde lifted you up. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against his chest. Everything seemed to hurt and the world was fading further and further away from you.

“My dear i need you to stay awake” Stede said, tenderly stroking your jaw until your eyes opened again. His eyes seemed wilder than you had ever seen before, usual silky timber thick with anxiety. “What did he do darling? What happened?”

You blinked your eyes blearily, your pupils moving in and out of focus. “Me n’ Izzy were training. Said i made you two soft and that I had to go. Next thing I knew I was knocked to the ground.”

Stede’s heart had never broken more than in that moment. You looked so broken, and could not seem to stop shaking beside your best efforts.

“You son of a bitch” Ed snarled, finally pinning Izzy to the ground “what the fuck did you think you were doing? You could have killed her!”

Izzy’s face hardened “I’m doing what has to be done. What you don’t have the courage to do.”

If Ed hadn’t been mad before, he was furious now. He saw your crumpled form clinging onto stede to stay up, the fear in your eyes as you watched ed’s wrath come forward in unholy waves.

“You’re lucky I didn't kill you right here, right now.” Ed spoke, voice dangerously low, his face pushing into Izzy's “If you ever so much as think about hurting my daughter I won't stop at the toes next time.”

Ed pushed himself off, signaling to two of the crew to secure the first mate. “Lock him up in the brig. Bastard needs some time to rot”

It was just as he said this that your legs finally gave out, the world fading to inky black as you faded down into oblivion in the care of two leatherbound arms.

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The gentle rocking of the boat stirred you from your sleep, your eyes opening to the dim captain’s quarters. Gingerly, you began to raise your head up off of the couch but tendrils of white hot pain reached up your neck.

“Don’t move darling” Stede cooed, pushing your hair back out of your face. “Ed’s gone to fetch some broth and a towel for you. Just relax”

Your head swam, a million questions floating through but one seemed to break through.

“Where’s Izzy?” you asked, your voice tightening suddenly.

Stede’s brows furrowed in confusion “Well, the boys threw him in the brig but i figure Ed wants to throw him in to the bottom of the ocean”

“You should let him out. He was only trying to protect Ed, I wasn't on my mark. I’ll be ready next time.” you spoke, fingers twisting into the fine blanket draped over you.

“He tried to kill you y/n. That man is not walking free any time soon”

“He was right, Stede!” you said, voice cracking as tears began to fill your eyes.

“Right about what little sparrow?” Ed’s voice called from the door.

Silent tears began to stream down your face, the weight of izzy’s words seeming to suddenly flatten you.

“Izzy said i was a bad influence on you. That my being here softened you and that you were better off without me. That you would move on just like everyone else does” you said barely above a whisper, unable to say it any louder before the tears overtook you.

When you looked to the side you expected two sullen faces in stark agreement, but as you looked to the men they had wet eyes taking in everything you had just said.

Ed was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat as it had tightened up. “Is it okay if i touch you y/n?” he asked gently.

You nodded, unable to speak without devolving into a stream of tears. Ed picked up your legs to sit on the couch, slipping them back over him as he took his position on the couch. Stede stayed at your side on the floor, watching you.

“Izzy may have known what i wanted when i was a young man” Ed started, choosing his words carefully as he traced patterns onto your calves “but he hasn’t understood me for a long time. This ship, Stede, You- that’s all I want now.”

You nodded your head slowly “So am i-”

Ed gave out a short laugh “Are you my kid? I’d say in all ways except biologically, yes.”

“And you’re also my kid” Stede interjected, brown eyes darting between the two of you “and as long as me and ed are alive your home is right here with us.”

“Good, that’s exactly where i want to be” you said.

And as the ship sailed on, taking you to unknown places and adventures you knew that there was nothing that would tear the three of you apart.

[seeminglyseph]

There’s…. Something. In the fact that like in Polyphemus;

A trade, you see? A gift from you and a gift from me

where Odysseus sort of. in one case he is being extremely presumptuous of Polyphemus' intelligence and generosity by sort of... hoping he can set either set the value of the sheep and barter it down from blood to wine, without taking the actual truth of the barter into consideration "trespassing and murder, a violation of hospitality of a powerful being who is childlike, but not stupid. Who is monstrous but prideful as the son of a god."

Odysseus views Polyphemus as someone he can look down on because Odysseus has been a King At War for the past decade, and Polyphemus is a non-citizen monstrosity. like. he's a physical threat at the moment but politically Odysseus has been providing for his men by raiding and pillaging for 10 years. In his head he's a raiding king and this shepherd should be grateful for having his life spared. The original Odyssey is being told about and to people in the act of colonial expansion and war and it asked its audience simply to consider the concept of. like. When your armies go to war and raid villages and stuff for food, killing and enslaving the people. Whose children are they? What will their children become? (And hey, it's still a valid story worth telling today, who knew, that's why they call 'em the classics!)

it's kind of present in the whole treatment of Polyphemus and the Cyclops Saga as a whole. He goes on a raiding party, shoots first and asks questions later, presumes to set a value on what he damaged, presumes that the agreement is settled based on his own statement of it, then presumes his own act of mercy will be enough to undo the acts of hostility he's already taken, and the breaches of hospitality he has committed that need to be answered for. Like he might have maybe almost declared war with the "I am the reigning king of Ithaca... ...Odysseus!" thing. like. you're lucky the price was named at 600, honestly? I don't. Remember how the Odyssey ends. But like. you literally could have declared Ithaca at war with Poseidon and like. Girliepop you live on an island.

It presents again kind of and is like... kind of directly called out in Ruthlessness multiple times because like Jorge fully knows what's up and that's a blast, and Ruthlessness is like. so much theme packed into one song that like. Truly. The most Villain Song to Ever Villain Song. Because it draws on every weakness and insecurity of our protagonist and pulls them up to the surface for everyone to see. And then we get that last Evil of Pandora's Jar and Poseidon offers to let it go with a full apology for the trespasses against his son. And

Poseidon, we meant no harm We only hurt him to disarm him We took no pleasure in his pain We only wanted to escape

Odysseus lies, technically. In Odysseus' memory the crime they committed was attacking and blinding Polyphemus, so it makes sense, probably Poseidon is upset about Polyphemus being injured, Odysseus is constantly thinking about his son and going home, and Poseidon asked for an apology for his pain and cries so in his head, the first offense is when Polyphemus attacked them and they had to defend themselves to save their lives. He has fully failed to factor in the concept that he has trespassed on Poseidon's son's home and killed his sheep and caused him to grieve, then given him a poisoned wine and attempted to kill him when a price has been demanded in return for the violation of hospitality committed against him.

Odysseus has not reached a point where he considers Polyphemus something on a level of respect high enough that he could have some kind of hospitality to be respected. Odysseus is still a conqueror who breached the impenetrable walls of Troy. He'd seen sons of gods die horrible deaths in the last ten years. I feel like life feels wrong a million times over??? But he's entirely wrong in the scope of Poseidon's rage and sense of justice. Because some things are obligations as much as they are about compassion.

like. You trespassed against Polyphemus and left a calling card, Polyphemus went to his father to request a price be paid in blood for the trespasses that were done to him, Poseidon must honour this request made by his son or he will be known not to punish those who trespass against him and those who are his family or followers. If he cannot punish those who trespass against his own, then he cannot defend himself and is weak and unworthy of respect. He cannot allow the possibility of this disrespect to foster, for if he ask something great of his followers he needs them to give without question, knowing that he will defend them from others who would trespass upon them. Like the mob I guess? They are swimming with the shark now. oh no

so I feel like Odysseus' trait as a Trickster Hero is honestly what bites him, if he had been like. a traditionally noble King he might have been able to talk his way out of this, theoretically. If he had stopped escalating. because further trespasses require further payment.

Also this last bit is wild speculation but if Odysseus trespasses upon Poseidon's son and declares himself and his kingdom and Athena did not cut ties with him, would it create like. the god equivalent of like. fucking international incident? Poseidon and Athena go to war because her Warrior of the Mind doxxed himself in Sicily.

Anyway I need to stop typing now.

[captain-danwilds]

WIP Wednesday: October 16

I was pleasantly surprised by the interest in Sam, the Exy RA last week. Thank you so much.

I am once again open for asks related to my current projects:

NAGAB Neil (Raven!Neil)

NAGAB Noah (Vixens, Palmetto State Shenanigans and Hatfords)

The foxes RA

If you have a specific character or aspect you're interested in, feel free to include that in your ask. I can't guarantee I'll be able to include it, but I'll try. Also, work was a lot today, so my apologies if I don't get to your ask right away.

NAGAB Noah and Andrew confrontation below the cut

Noah merely raised an eyebrow at Andrew's glare. He was used to being pushed around. He had been told what to do by much scarier people.  As frightening as Andrew's reputation was, he'd only hurt four men, in a fit of rage. Maybe not even that if the school newspaper wasn’t above making shit up.  The man was on parole.  Getting into a fight like that would violate it and then bye bye bodyguard. 

Besides, Noah didn't know how many men he'd hurt by this point.  As much as his mother wanted him kept out of the family business, that wasn't always a possibility.   It didn't help that Andrew was barely above five feet even in his mammoth platform boots.   He didn't look peaceful by any means with his armbands full of knifes (standard assortment, quick draw possible on the four and six inch, none well-balanced enough for efficient throwing), but there was a difference between a threat Noah could handle and one he couldn't.    

"Are you referring to Kevin or your cousin?" Their earlier confrontations had made it clear that Andrew thought Noah played a larger threat to Kevin than he did to anyone else but considering this was after Nicky had decided to help him, things were definitely in flux.  

“I protect what's mine."   Andrew clenched one of his fists at his sides as if resisting the urge to draw a knife in broad daylight in a very public parking lot. 

Noah had been startled for sure, but there were also limits to how far Andrew could get when anyone could walk by.  The fact he was currently violating parole could only make that worse.  

"It does matter,"  Noah walked past Andrew. "Kevin isn't going to be an issue, but I need Nicky." 

That comment made Andrew narrow his eyes slightly.  "You need to be at the banquet." 

It was another statement of fact.  Andrew didn't seem the type to bother with questions.  On one level Noah appreciated it, no questions meant giving up no secrets, no lying to a man who seemed like his own lie detector.   But it also made him want to grind his teeth together.  

"I do."  Noah wasn't about to answer more than he had to.  

Andrew peered at his face.  "I don't deal in half-truths especially from the likes of you, an opportunistic nobody who can do some fancy flips. Especially when your timing is interesting." 

"Timing?"

"You showed up as they're preparing to move south."

"You think I'm working for Edgar Allen?"  

"And the little birdie gets it."

[blessyatoz]

give it your best!! ♡ // izuku midoriya

— for those who just can't take only smuts anymore, here's a little cute and funny moment where izuku talks with other heroes about a gift he got from his (cute...) manager, going all nerd about it;

longfic (+63k words and on posting) tags: pro-hero izuku midoriya, manager au, falling in love, humor read all on AO3 excerpt from chapter seven: for the names beneath the masks, ft. shoto, katsuki, burnin, kido and onima

First, Kido thought he was seeing things. Then, yellow? Was that a yellow post-it stuck to his computer?

Yoo, Kido-san, warning! The big boss is in full rage mode today, so unless you’ve got a death wish, steer clear! Trust me, it’s for your own safety, hehe~ Stay safe, hero!

That was the message Kitagawa-chan had left. On it, a ridiculous drawing of Endeavor looking like an angry, flaming buffalo—a droopy wiener doodled right on his face. 

He cracked up at that.

In front of the keyboard was a carton of milk. He had told her that was his favorite snack.

Kido almost had tears of joy in his eyes when he realized. It was a little gift! Kitagawa-chan…! he thought, amazed and grateful for the kindness. Anyone watching would wonder if the paper flowers circling around his head were real (they weren’t).

Beside him, Onima was having the time of his time, clutching his stomach. In one hand, he was holding a yellow post-it too — in the other, a pack of children’s hair ties and a drawing of himself with pigtails next to a kid, accompanied by none other than Endeavor himself. Hey, was that Hana-chan? Kido wondered, bursting out laughing too.

Onima was about to burst into laughter when he noticed the wiener doodled on Endeavor’s face on Kido’s post-it. He grabbed it with his own hands, laughing even harder.

“Why doesn’t she ever draw Burnin-san too?! She’s a strict boss who deserves limp balls on her face too!” Yeah, Kido was definitely still in the fifth grade.

“Haaaah, what did you say, you scum ass?!” Burnin yelled, offended. She had a post-it in one hand too. In the other, a bottle.

A second later, Shoto and Deku appeared practically in sync. Shoto had a post-it and thin paper in his hands; Deku did too, plus something else. What was it?

“Oh, did everyone get a post-it?” Kido snorted.

From there, everyone had a reaction: Shoto just nodded, Onima wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye, and Deku confirmed it shyly, almost awkwardly—though a determined expression and smile slowly spread across his face.

Kido continued, “I got one and a carton of milk.”

“A pair of children’s hair ties and a ridiculous drawing. Unbelievable.”

“Hah, a bottle of wine!” Burnin bragged, and it didn’t take long. In seconds, Kido was already in a comical slap fight with her: What do you mean wine?! You better share that with the older folks!

Burnin mocked, “Over my dead body, you mummified corpse.”

“HEY!!!”

“I got a 50% discount coupon for cold soba dishes at nearby restaurants.” Then Shoto, looking somewhere between surprised and… happy?

“Oh, that’s nice, Shoto-kun!” Onima gave him a thumbs-up.

Shoto immediately glanced at the post-it Onima was holding.

Onima could swear Shoto's eye twitched. “Why does my old man have a penis drawn on his face?”

…like there was a slightest hint of a smirk threatening to break through. 

“Oh, well, see, Shoto-kun…”

Behind them, Kido and Burnin were still going at it, fists flying in all directions.

Deku was the only one left to say, staring at the post-it—and the other thing—in his hands, eyes shining with that determined look on his face.

After giving Shoto a less-than-plausible answer, Onima leaned in, pressing his shoulder against Deku’s, eyes narrowing playfully at what Deku was holding. 

A mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Heeeeh, so besides the post-it, what else did you get, huh, Deku-kun~?”

That caught Kido and Burnin’s attention.

“Are you stupid? Of course, he’d get something—she’s his manager, dumbass” Burnin teased, then pointed at herself with a smug grin. “But the present I got is still the best. You guys can suck yourselves.”

Kido mocked her, ready to bicker again, but his curiosity won out.

Not so subtly, he stood on his tiptoes, trying to peek at the post-it Deku was holding between his fingers.

Yoooo, pretty boy! Good luck on the first taping of Training The Nexts today! I’m leaving Mini Mighty and Mini Fat with you for some extra support, okay? >.< take good care of them, they’re a precious good luck charm!!! Give it your best! ♡

Kido raised an eyebrow.

Mini Mighty and Mini Fat? The hell were those?

AND—WAIT, WAIT A MINUTE, THE FREAKING TRAINING THE NEXTS?! THE ANNUAL SHOW RUN BY JAPAN’S HERO UNIVERSITY?! FOR REAL?!

THAT DAMN DEKU! Barely back in Japan and already in the spotlight?!

Before Kido could say anything, Onima was there, ruffling Midoriya’s hair proudly, laughing heartily.

“You damn kid! You’re gonna be on a TV show already?!” By now, Deku’s hair was a complete mess. Even with a grimace, he was still smiling; maybe it was the warm reaction from his senpais that sparked some happiness in him, right? “We’ll have all the TVs on here to watch it! My Hana loves that show. She’s just a kid, but she’s already a huge hero fan. Not surprising, though—having a dad like me, how could she not be?”

"Oh, sure, sure, Onima," Burnin teased, making Onima shoot her an offended look—which she totally ignored. "I heard Lemillion’s going to be on it too, is that true, Deku-kun?"

Deku perked up, excitement radiating off him. “Yes! It’s true! I’m really excited to work with Lemillion-senpai! It’s going to be so much fun!” Then, suddenly, he shrank a little, looking a bit sheepish. “I’m actually a little nervous, though. You see... I’m not very good… at dealing with the media. Reporters and that kind of stuff. B-but I’m getting better! And this is a chance to show that! I’m glad Kitagawa-san has been helping me with it! Since, uh, today is the first episode recording of Training The Nexts, she…”

They could all see it clearly now: carefully held between Deku’s fingers was an All Might keychain in his classic blue and red costume. Back-to-back with him was Fat Gum in a fighting pose, his bright yellow contrasting sharply with orange. A collective murmur of surprise and admiration rippled through the group as they took in the tiny figures. Whoa…

"She, uh, she left this as a good-luck charm,” Deku said, his voice tinged with awe. “That’s what she gave me.” The shyness that had surrounded him moments before melted away, replaced by a wide, almost childlike excitement. “It’s a collector’s keychain! Kitagawa-san has so many amazing things like this! I-I can’t believe she trusted me with it! It’s so cool, so delicate, I’m kind of scared I’ll break it or lose it—but I’ll be careful! Really, I will! It’s just… whoa, I can’t believe she actually had one of these and—she just gave it to me!” He kept rambling, barely pausing for breath, eyes wide and shining as he spoke. He cradled the keychain gently, like it was the most precious thing in the world, afraid it might slip through his fingers at any moment.

Shoto’s lips curved into a subtle smile as he watched his friend. This was familiar—typical nerd Midoriya for him.

On the other side, Onima and Kido exchanged looks, wide grins spreading across their faces. They joined in, patting Deku on the back. Come on! They had to support their kohai!

“That’s awesome, Deku-kun! Training the Nexts, huh?” Kido praised him, messing up his curls even more. “You brat! Stealing the spotlight from us! You better make room for your senpais at the charity event next week, you hear?” he joked.

“D-don’t say that, Kido-san! I didn’t—”

“Oh, don’t listen to this idiot, Deku-kun. I heard the final challenge is going to be broadcast live from Mount Fuji! Give it your best, kid!” Burnin encouraged him, grinning widely.

“I will! I’m really excited for it!” Deku replied, nodding enthusiastically. “It’s all thanks to Kitagawa-san. She’s the one who arranged this! I owe her a lot… I’ll… I’ll do my best and make her efforts worth it!”

"You’ll do well, Midoriya-kun," Shoto said, a faint smile crossing his face as he gave his friend’s shoulder a reassuring pat. Deku’s face lit up. “I’m sure of it.”

“Thanks for the support, Shoto-kun. And you guys too!”

Everyone was all smiles until Kido, pretending to be clueless—failing miserably—squinted at the post-it in Deku’s hand. His expression shifted to one of playful mischief. “Yo, Deku, mind explaining why she’s calling you pretty boy?”

Awkward silence. Then awkward laughter.

“W-w-well, about that…”

BOOM!

A door flew off its hinges with the explosion—and from the space where it once stood, Dynamight emerged, all explosions and murder in his eyes.

In his hand, he seemed to have what looked like, oh, a yellow post-it and the tattered remains of a photo.

Some looked at the vein throbbing on his forehead; others at the shredded photo in his hand.

It was that photo from when Deku had beaten Dynamight in a sparring match three days ago. The photo showed Dynamight. Black eye. Massive bump on his head. Shoto and Burnin having the time of their lives in the background.

Kido and Onima gasped. Shoto’s eyes flicked to the broken frame, a faint sigh escaping him—another door, gone…

Deku? Deku looked like he was about to bolt. As always, he could sense when things were about to go south for him…

“DUMBASS DEKU, WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR SHITTY MANAGER?!” Small explosions were popping from the explosive hero’s hands. “THAT FREAK! I’M GONNA SHOW YOU BOTH!”

“Kacchan!—Show what? Did you get a post-it too—?”

“YOU WON A DAMN REMATCH, DEKU.”

An explosion flared from Dynamight’s palm—and half a second later, the photo was nothing but ash.

“REMATCH. NOW, IZUKU.”

“But Kacchan! We have to— I have to—”

“NOW.”

Hah, this time he’d crush the damn nerd and leave him flat on the ground. Dynamight’s grin was wild, almost sinister. Murderous? Yeah, probably. Deku flinched. 

But isn’t a grin a type of smile too?

AUTHOR NOTES:

HELLO TUMBLR that's a tiny little except from my fic Izuku Midoriya/Original Female Character. Hoping that except got ur attention! We already have seven chapters posted. Feel free to check out the all chapters and tags on AO3! Hope you enjoyyyy! Comments and kudos are appreciated <3

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 59

Chapter; Highlights

His ears still rang with the din of battle, his breath a rasping beat echoed by Aelin.

Atop the blood-slick battlements, their allies and companions around them, Rowan wordlessly passed Aelin the waterskin. She drank deeply, then handed it to Fenrys.

An unleashing and release. That's what the battle had been for his mate.

Hasar at last looked Aelin over. "I heard you put on a show today."

Rowan braced himself.

Aelin turned from the battlefield and inclined her head. "You look as if you did, too." Indeed, Hasar's ornate armor was splattered with black blood. She'd been in the thick of it, atop her Muniqi horse, and had ridden right up to the gates. But the princess made no further comment.

Irritation, deep and nearly hidden, flashed in Aelin's eyes. Yet she didn't speak again-didn't push the princess about their next steps. She just watched the battlefield once more, chewing on her lip.

She'd barely stopped during the battle, halting only when there had been no more Valg left to kill. And in the minutes since the walls had been cleared, she'd remained quiet— distant. As if she was still climbing out of that calm, calculating place she'd descended into while fighting. She hadn't bothered to remove any of her armor. The bronze battle-crown was caked with blood, her hair matted with it.

Chaol's father had taken one look at her armor, at Rowan's, and gone white with rage.

For now. They had bigger things to consider. Things that drove his mate to gnaw on her lip. When Prince Kashin's army might arrive, if they would indeed head northward to Terrasen. If today had been enough to win them over.

"Any nearby are to run here. Those farthest out will have to flee for the forest." Rowan met Aelin's stare. Her hands began shaking.

This cannot end here, she seemed to say.

Panic—panic indeed flared in her eyes. Rowan gripped her trembling hand and squeezed.

But there was no truth or lie that might soothe her. No truth or lie to save the army on the plain.

Something had gone wrong. Something was wrong.

The battlefield stretched into the distance, healers darting amongst the felled bodies with white banners high to indicate their locations. So many. So many dead and wounded. A sea of them.

Elide reached Chaol's side just as Nesryn Faliq leaped atop her beautiful ruk, launching into a dive for the army below. No-the other ruks.

Elide laid a hand on Lord Chaol's shoulder, drawing his attention from where he watched Nesryn fly off. Blood-splattered, but his bronze eyes were clear. And full of terror.

Any message that Yrene had given Elide faded from her memory. "What's wrong?"

It was Aelin who answered, her bloodied armor strange and ancient. A vision of old. "The dam is going to break," the queen said hoarsely. "And wipe away anyone on the plain."

Oh gods. Oh gods.

Elide glanced between them, and knew the answer to her next question: What can be done?

Nothing.

Ruks took to the skies, flapping toward them, soldiers in their talons and clinging to their backs.

"Has anyone warned the healers?" Elide pointed to the white banners waving so far out into the plain. "The Healer on High?" Hafiza was down there, Yrene had said.

Silence. Then Prince Sartaq swore in his own tongue, and sprinted for his golden ruk. He was spearing for the battlefield within seconds, his shouts ringing out. Kadara dipped every few moments, and when she rose again, another small figure was in her talons. Healers. Grabbing as many of them as he could.

Elide whirled to her companions as soldiers began running for the keep, trampling corpse and injured alike. Orders went out in the language of the southern continent, and more soldiers on the battlefield leaped into action.

"What elsewhat else can we do?" Elide demanded. Aelin and Rowan only stared toward the battlefield, watching with Fenrys and Gavriel as the ruks raced to save as many as they could. Behind them, Princess Hasar paced, and Chaol and his father murmured about where they might fit everyone in the keep. Those who survived.

Elide looked at them again. Looked at all of them.

And then asked quietly, "Where is Lorcan?" None of them turned. Elide asked, louder, "Where is Lorcan?" Gavriel's tawny eyes scanned hers, confusion dancing there. "He ... he went out onto the battlefield during the fighting. I saw him just before the khagan's troops reached him."

"Where is he?" Elide's voice broke. Fenrys faced her now. Then Rowan and Aelin. Elide begged, voice breaking, "Where is Lorcan?" From their stunned silence, she knew they hadn't so much as wondered.

Elide whirled to the battlefield. To that endless stretch of fallen bodies. Soldiers fleeing. Many of the wounded being abandoned where they lay. So many bodies. So, so many soldiers down there.

"Where." No one answered. Elide pointed toward the battlefield and snarled at Gavriel, "Where did you see him join with the khagan's forces?"

"Nearly on the other side of the field," Gavriel answered, voice strained, and pointed across the plain. "I—I didn't see him after that."

"Shit," Fenrys breathed.

Rowan said to him, "Use your magic. Jump to the field, find him, and bring him back."

Relief crumpled Elide's chest.

Until Fenrys said, "I can't."

"You didn't use it once during the battle," Rowan challenged. "You should be fully primed to do it."

Fenrys blanched beneath the blood on his face, and cast pleading eyes to Elide. "I can't."

Silence fell on the battlements.

Then Rowan growled, "You won't." He pointed with a bloody finger to the battlefield.

"You'd let him die, and for what? Aelin forgave him." His tattoo scrunched as he snarled again.

"Save him."

Fenrys swallowed. But Aelin said, "Leave it, Rowan." Rowan snarled at her too. She snarled right back. "Leave it."

Some unspoken conversation passed between them, and the hope flaring in Elide's chest went out as Rowan backed down. Gave Fenrys an apologetic nod. Fenrys, looking like he was going to be sick, just faced the battlefield again.

Elide backed away a step. Then another.

Lorcan couldn't be dead.

She would know if he were dead. She would know it, in her heart, her soul, if he were gone.

He was down there. He was down there, in that army, perhaps injured and bleeding out — No one stopped her as Elide raced inside the keep. Each step limped, pain cracking through her leg, but she didn't falter as she hit the interior stairwell and plunged into the chaos.

She had made him a promise.

She had sworn him an oath, all those months ago.

I will always find you.

Soldiers and healers fled up the stairs, shoving past Elide. The shouting was near-deafening, bouncing off the ancient stones. She battled her way down, sobbing through her teeth.

I will always find you.

Pushing, elbowing, bellowing at the frantic people who ran past her, Elide fought for each step downward. Toward the gates.

People screamed, a never-ending flood surging up the stairs. Still Elide pushed her way down, losing a step here, another there. They did not even look at her, even try to clear a way as they flowed upward. It was only when Elide lost another step that she roared into the stairwell, "Clear a path for the queen!"

No one listened, so she did it again. She filled her voice with command, with every ounce of power that she'd seen the Fae males use to intimidate their opponents. "Clear a path for the queen!"

This time, people pressed against the walls.

Elide took the small opening, and screamed her order again and again, ankle barking with every step down.

But she made it. Made it to the chaotic lower level, to the open gates teeming with soldiers. Beyond them, bodies stretched into the horizon. Warriors and healers and those bearing the wounded rushed toward any stairwell they could find.

Elide managed all of five limping steps toward the open gate before she knew it would be impossible. To cross the field, to find him on the endless plain, before that dam burst and he was swept away. Before he was gone forever.

He was not dead.

He was not dead.

I will always find you.

Elide scanned the gates, the skies for any sign of a ruk that might carry her. But they soared to the upper levels, crawling with soldiers and healers, some even depositing their charges onto the mountain face itself. And at ground level, none would hear her cries for help.

No soldiers would stop, either.

Elide scanned the other end of the gates' entryway.

Beheld the horses being led out from their stables by frantic handlers, the beasts bucking at the panic around them as they were hauled toward the teeming ramps.

A black mare reared, her cry a sharp warning before she slashed her hooves at the handler. Lord Chaol's horse. The handler shrieked and fell back, barely grasping the reins as the horse stomped, her ears flat to her head.

Elide did not think. Did not reconsider. She limped for the horses and the stables.

She said to the frantic handler, still backing away from the half-wild horse, "I'll get her." The man, white-faced, threw her the reins.

"Good luck." Then he, too, ran.

The mare Farasha-yanked so hard on the reins that Elide was nearly hurled across the stones. But she planted her feet, leg screaming, and said to the horse, "I have need of you, fierce-heart." She met Farasha's dark, raging eyes. "I have need of you." Her voice broke.

"Please."

And gods above, that horse stilled. Blinked.

Horses and handlers streamed past them, but Elide held firm. Waited until Farasha lowered her head, as if in permission.

The stirrups were low enough thanks to Lord Chaol's long legs that Elide could reach them. She still bit down on her shout as her weight settled on her bad ankle, as she pushed, and heaved herself into Farasha's fine saddle. A small mercy, that they had not even had time to unsaddle the horses after battle. A set of what seemed to be braces hung from its sides, surely to keep Lord Chaol stabilized, and Elide unhooked them. Any weight, anything to slow her, had to be discarded.

Elide gathered the reins. "To the battlefield, Farasha."

With a whinnying cry, Farasha plunged into the fray.

Soldiers leaped from their path, and Elide did not stop to apologize, did not stop for anyone, as she and the black mare charged toward the gates. Then through them.

And onto the plain.

[belit0]

Alright let’s get weird with it. Watersports/piss kink for Indra and Izuna? Not the two of them together. But two short bits of them x reader contrasting them. For Indra it’s about humiliation and degradation. A punishment of sorts. For Izuna it’s marking his territory and this possessive almost primal play. Framed as a reward and that reader should be honored and thankful he’s chosen to do this and mark them like this. (Lmao feel free to decline or not answer if this is too far.)

This, in fact, was very difficult, because I never wrote a piece with watersports, but I took it as a challenge.

I did extensive research, but I didn't find any particularly written scenes to draw inspiration from, so I improvised on the knowledge I could gather from different forums.

I hope it meets your expectations, and doesn't disappoint you.

Indra

(Y/N) knows her place, knows what she can and cannot do, and still manages to overstep his boundaries. Sometimes, Indra thinks she does it on purpose, given the number of times she falls into the same mistakes.

He clarified on multiple occasions and in several different methods how she cannot interact with any other man, whether a household servant, a soldier in his army, or her personal bodyguard. There is nothing more angering for him than to see his wife exchanging so much as a word with another guy. She has no need.

Today, Indra returns home and finds her chatting with the gardener. He wasn't supposed to come back so early, it's true, but he did it only to test her. Since winning the war against Ashura, life is quiet, and with his new clan stabilized, things can be managed without his presence.

With free time and nothing in particular to do, he decides to surprise his wife, not positively, but to prove what she learned all these years by his side.

Seeing her in the courtyard, sitting next to the man who arranges the roses she is so fond of, his chest heaves with rage. They talk about the man's children, about the peaceful life he leads in the Uchiha clan, and about how grateful he is to Lord Indra, but none of that matters.

She ignores all the directions he's been giving her, and doesn't count on her husband coming home early. That's exactly how he wanted to catch her.

Indra stands behind them both, undetected by either of them, and exclaims "(Y/N)". The gardener rises from the ground in fright, dropping the scissors he was using to cut the roses' stems, as she turns in surprise, dreading what awaits her.

The man bows his head to him, and excuses himself from the scene, grabbing his things in haste and running immediately toward the street.

"You already know what’s coming. Follow me."

(Y/N), at this stage and after so many punishments, knows that contradicting or talking back to him will only make it worse, and she follows crestfallen to the main room. There, Indra subdues her to her knees, and standing in the middle of the room, reveals an already erect member.

Whether her man lives horny all day long, with so much power coursing through his veins he cannot help but be hard, or whether the thought of punishing her has that effect on him, she does not know. She immediately understands the directions, and begins to gently suck his cock, holding his legs slightly and taking her time.

"Pick up the pace, whore." He grabs her by the hair and forces to swallow the full length of his member in one go, hitting her uvula and forcing a terrible gagging from her throat. He holds her in the same position for about five seconds, releases her, and repeats the process, over and over again.

Deprived of air, soaked in her own saliva, and with her husband's hand still locked tightly in her hair, (Y/N) quickly loses track of the situation, allowing Indra whatever release he desires and letting herself be used as he likes.

"Will you continue to disobey, pretty slut?" he asks, in one of the three seconds in which he allows her to breathe, "No-o!" She replies, powerless and jaw weary.

"Who's the dirtiest bitch of them all? Flirting with anybody behind my back and hoping someone will feel sorry enough to fuck her?" The Otsutsuki questions with hatred in his voice, genuinely convinced any interaction from his wife with the opposite sex carries erotic intentions.

"Me-e!" For as much as (Y/N) feels forced to answer what he wishes to hear, there is a dark inner satisfaction being fueled every time she hears her husband speak to her in such a demeaning manner.

Normally, the Otsutsuki would make her choke on his cock until believing punishment was well imparted, but today, he comes up with something new. "Swallow, and if you leak even a little, you're going to be stripped and tied to the bed for the rest of the afternoon." He doesn't wait for confirmation, simply bobbing her head in rhythm with his hips and stealing her breath with each thrust.

(Y/N) assumes he is talking about his cum, deciding to finally finish, but she is overcome with uncertainty when feeling a warm, much more watery fluid running down her throat. The consistency is the opposite of what she is used to swallowing, and Indra presses his pelvis against her nose to make sure it all stays inside her.

"Now look at this filthy bitch, taking everything I give her like a good little whore." She's surprised but doesn't fight it. There is a strange sense of pleasure at being taken by her man in every possible way, literally carrying him inside and being degraded by him as if she genuinely deserved it.

Izuna

"You are mine, completely and utterly mine, do you understand that (Y/N)? You belong to me." Izuna whispers in her ear as he thrusts into her, taking a lazy pace and reciting a bible of profanities while fucking her.

Unprotected, his cock slips in and out, positioned above her and holding her by the neck, legs wrapped around his hips and slowly ramming into her. The combination of his words, the pressure on her jugular, and the feel on her pussy pumps her up with intimidating speed, making her lift off the ground and see stars every time his dick buries itself in her.

Izuna bites her, leaving teeth drawn all over her neck as if he were an animal trying to mark its territory, covering her with signs, identifying her as his property in front of anyone.

There is a primitive instinct born within himself when it comes to (Y/N), a feeling that escapes all rationality and follows no coherence, genuinely acting like the Alpha male he believes himself to be by taking ownership of what is his, what rightfully belongs to him.

She's his whore, his good girl, his wife, and the Uchiha has the imperious need to brand her, make everyone understand who is the presence safeguarding her, the one protecting (Y/N) before everything and everyone, the man no one will be able to defeat.

His hips rise speed with every "I am yours, only yours" she lets out between moans, feeling the urge to fill and overflow her with his seed, to see her explode with his essence and possess her completely.

Izuna loses control over his actions, ceasing to rationalize his movements and allowing his instinct to guide him, to take him through his primitive needs and help him achieve the satisfaction he so desires.

It won't be enough to stuff her with his cum, it won't suffice. He needs more and more, an imperious animal inside him growling to fuck her, to claim her, to brand her, so no one doubts to whom this beautiful woman belongs.

"Fuck (Y/N)... I'll fill you up so good, so good. Fuckin' mine."

The girl can do nothing but surrender her neck, giving up the area Izuna loves to mark and fill with bites, pulling her head back and clasping his back so hard as to shower him with scratches.

The Uchiha needs more.

It's no longer about pleasure, it's about owning, about seizing, about demanding.

He slams on the brakes, refusing to reach his climax before executing whatever sensation just came to his chest. Izuna needs more, and he's going to reach beyond what he's ever dared.

Confused by the sudden stop, (Y/N) looks at him in agitation, connecting glances and meeting a vicious man, consumed by whatever lives inside him, dominated by that side he lets out when they have sex. She gets an intimidating shiver of anticipation down her spine, making her hold her breath and brace herself for whatever he’s about to do.

Izuna kisses her desperately, and as their tongues join in a dirty kiss, he discharges all of his piss into (Y/N)'s pussy. It feels strange, a too-soft liquid flowing inside her and escaping through the small space between her husband's cock and her hole.

It flows down her legs, trickling down her ass and staining the entire bed. The sheets get soaked in what Izuna releases, and he doesn't even let her think about what he did, distracting her with smothering kisses and resuming his brutal pace once released.

A new scene ensues, a wet scenario filling the Uchiha with pleasure, seeing her drenched by the very contents of his body, impregnated with a scent that belongs to him, and (Y/N) accepting it as if she herself had asked for it.

There is new noise between her legs, each time he enters and exits, a splash that stays there until he finally finishes, mixing his seed with his own substance, leaving her completely filled and labeled by him.

"Mine."

[whumpshaped]

inspired by a talk i had w @whumpsday abt what things astaroth would do to angel jim

prev masterlist

tw angel/demon stuff, religious themes, bugs, body control

It wasn't often that Cassael talked back. It was rare that they even talked at all, unless it was out of fear or desperation. They didn't like drawing the demon's attention to themself, nor did they have the best experiences with arguing or questioning.

But that day, God thought it would be prudent to teach them even more lessons on keeping their sinful mouth shut.

The demon was already having a bad day, they could tell. Ze was walking around punching holes in the wall of zyr own home, making them jump each time. Yet they felt like they had no other choice but to speak up about the unbearable muscle cramp in their thigh. They couldn't take it for a moment longer, even if they really wanted to avoid riling zyr up.

"M-Master?" they squeaked out, and zyr eyes snapped to them in an instant. They felt as if zyr blood in their body just tightened like a rope, pushing even more against every fibre of their being, making the pain worse. They whimpered.

"What?" ze snapped. "I'm not in the mood to entertain you today. What the fuck do you want?"

"It– it hurts," they sobbed. "My, my legs– please, let m-me go–"

The demon tightened zyr hold on them even more, forcing their body into an even more uncomfortable position. They cried out in pain, already wishing they hadn't said anything.

"I'm not in the mood," ze repeated coldly, walking over and grabbing their face with both hands. "I don't want to hear another peep."

Cassael would've agreed readily. Ze could've even made them snap their mouth shut, or make their vocal cords go completely lax. There were so many options, so many that wouldn't have been as cruel as what ze decided to punish them with.

They felt the blood pouring both into their esophagus and their windpipe, taking the form of what felt like tens and hundreds of little worms. They opened their mouth to beg for mercy, but the little creatures stole all their air as they multiplied and started crawling up, up into their throat and into their mouth. They could feel them all wriggling around on their tongue, trying to carve out their own space amongst the other ones as if Cassael's body was nothing but a crowded playground.

They looked up at their owner pleadingly, wishing ze could read their mind and hear their desperate begging. They would never utter another word if ze asked it of them. They would behave. Please make it stop.

The demon let one of the little things crawl onto zyr finger, raising it so they could see exactly what their entire respiratory and digestive system seemed to be stuffed full of. The sight would've made them retch if they had been allowed to. As it was, however, they could only cry and hope that ze wouldn't leave them like that for the entire day.

"I guess you're right," ze said thoughtfully, flicking the blood-worm away. "Before I succumb to these fits of useless rage, I should always come torment you a bit and see if it helps."

next

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[zaharadessert]

Get Your Motor Running

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: cnc

Length: 6k

Summary: Emma Nolan is driving home to Storybrooke having finished college, when her car breaks down. With no cell service the only thing in walking distance is the local biker bar...

Notes: So this has been sitting in a folder for ages, and I was inspired by a drawing from @wild-werewolf that someone shared with me today to post it. So here it is! Art (when I stip Having arguments with the hosting site...) by me, Beta is the lovely @kmomof4

Tagging: @kmomof4 @teamhook @winterbaby89 @jonesfandonfanatic @undercaffinatednightmare @anmylica @elfiola @booksteaandtoomuchtv @tiganasummertree @motherkatereloyshipper @xarandomdreamx @myfearless-love @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart @xhookswenchx @wefoundloveunderthelight @superchocovian @onceratheart18 @snowbellewells @karlyfr13s @itsfabianadocarmo @ouatpost @ultraluckycatnd @thepirateandhisson @xsajx @captainswan21 @spaceconveyor @pirateprincessofpizza @sparlecorn93 @hollyethecurious @ammelia

As always, let me know if you’d like me to add you to my taglist for future fics :) Apologies, 90% of my taglist appears to be refusing to tag people and I can't work out why??? ugh.

Complete story on AO3

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The coastal road into her home town was picturesque and full of nostalgia, if Emma had been driving it during the day. But it was late and the once familiar, narrow, winding road was instead treacherous and foreboding. She’d hoped to be driving it as the sun was setting, making the most of the view. But with issues getting out of the city due to roadwork, then accidents and uncommonly bad traffic on the interstate, she was running about four hours behind schedule.

It seemed her run of bad luck was far from over. She rounded a particularly tricky corner and the engine started to sputter. By some miracle, there was a view stop she could pull into and she managed to get clear of the road just as the engine died completely.

Emma could have raged and screamed with frustration, only about twenty to twenty-five minutes from her parents house. Instead, she sighed, rolling her grip around the steering wheel and letting her head rest on it for a moment, tears welling in her eyes.

She took a couple of deep breaths and shoved the door open, stepping out of the car and popping the hood on the back of her bug. There was a bit of steam, and some hissing but nothing obvious that she could see. All the fluid levels had read as normal for what she’d expect after a long journey, but maybe this was just a few miles too many for her trusty vessel.

She shook her head and slammed the lid shut. Grabbing her phone off the front seat, she found she had no signal. It was spotty at best out here, but she hadn’t expected her car to die, either… Her battery was super low, and she knew by the time she’d walked far enough to find a signal, it would probably be dead and with no way to charge it because her car was out of commission.

She should have put it on charge when she got stuck in traffic just past Boston, but she had been cut off by that asshole in a Toyota and had completely forgotten. And now, here she was. On five percent battery, with no signal, on a winding road in the middle of the night.

[clarktooncrossing]

DUDELZ of the Damned | Pokétober

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

A chill is in the air. You can feel it can't you? Perhaps you even recognize it. That same chill arrives every year right on the dot. With it comes a frightful howl in the moonlight, the only other sound to be heard. Otherwise there is a strange calmness settling around you, like the point of ease before the storm. By now the howling has stopped. It has been replaced by a different sound. Footsteps. Big, heavy, dragging, as if the figure didn't quite know how to use their legs. Perhaps it's a random passerby. Perhaps it's a rotting, frightful feature freshly risen from the grave. Perhaps it's some other, unspeakable horror waiting to pounce! Whatever it is, you're not waiting around to find out! Yet no matter how far you run, it can't be escaped. The chill in the air, the howling of the wind, the heavy footsteps, it all leads back to one thing: October is here! And with it comes the return of the DUDELZ of the Damned!

Yes weirdos, like last year, my approximation of Sketchtober has returned. I call it an proxy because there was no list of prompts. Nah, that'd be too limiting. This is yet another case where I compiled my own list of ideas, sketched them out, then used one color per picture. With all that said, let's see what spoopy scribblings await us today!

Whatever changes may come, some things remain the same. Sue the Game Genie has figured this out for herself while exploring the modern world of gaming. Despite the decrease in competitors, the race for console supremacy still rages on. People are still obsessed with VR for some reason. At least now it’s in full color instead of simply red and black. Mobile gaming has especially come a long way. Her trusty Game Buddy never insisted she pay another two bucks to advance in the game. It can all become so overwhelming for a program who hasn’t been active since the late 90s. Luckily one thing remains the same: she wants to be the very best! That no one ever was! So what if there’s over 150 of them now? That just makes it more of a challenge. Gotta catch’m all! Gonna catch’m all! And nobody better get in her way…

Trust me, I speak from my experience. My spotted butt still has grill marks where she sicced Charizard on me. Speaking of the big iguana, those of you who have been around awhile know my rule regarding fan art and DUDELZ. Basically I can draw my characters in settings and outfits similar to those seen in other media, but drawing characters from said media is a big no no. Not unless said character is from an online creator. The reason is simple: my even thinking of drawing Donald Duck would result in the happiest lawsuit on Earth from Disney. Whereas drawing Queen Monova wouldn’t result in the same happening from SIM-N. Dem’s the rules. Luckily, being the giraffe who wrote them, I can dictate when to break’m. This was a decision made after watching tons of North of the Border videos. After years of joking about it with Sue’s co-creator The Bargain Bin Hobo, it was finally decided to show Sue catching Pokémon. Or at least as many as I could fit onto the page. Was gonna include her friend Freeze Frame and boyfriend Action Replay, but they’re currently undergoing design tweaking. Instead, enjoy my Game Genie with her favorite pocket monsters. Oh, and unlike Most Gen 1 fans, Sue gave these creatures names:

Charizard = Smokey

Squirtle = Caravaggio

Digletts = Larry, Curly, and Fred

Muk = Labrea

Pikachu = Pikachu (why mess with a classic?)

Arbok = Irwin

Headcheese = Avidan (props to anybody who gets this reference)

Gardevoir = Mindfreak

Mew = Mewone

No doubt all you Poképurists are grinding your teeth right now at Sue’s audacity. Either way, I hope you all enjoy this DUDEL as much as I enjoyed drawing it! And remember: ff you’re gonna enslave tiny creatures to have them battle one another, the last you can do is name’m.

BONUS QUESTION: Which Pokémon is your favorite?

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!

[ethereal-writes]

Avatar Of Envy (Ft. Leviathan and GN! MC)

Warnings: MC gets attacked by a demon, violence, panic attacks possessive behavior, also reminder that the brothers are demons too :), really I don't think anything in this fic is worse than season 1.

Length: 1.3k words

Genre: Hurt, angst, fluff, comfort

Summary: MC rejects Levi's help during a panic attack.

A/N: I'm not sure what's going on, but suddenly a ton of people have started to follow me...so...welcome :D! 500 followers is coming quickly, does anyone have any ideas for what I should do if I end up hitting that milestone?

As always, I've done my best to label all the warnings properly, but if there's anything I should add please don't hesitate to let me know! Enjoy the story!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don’t claim as your own!

It was kind of an unspoken rule that in the Devildom, you weren’t to be messed with.

If your pacts with the Seven Avatars of Sin weren’t enough of an indication, then your close ties with the angels, the most powerful sorcerer to exist and the royal family themselves certainly was.

That being said, just because it was a rule didn’t mean everyone was going to follow it.

You were minding your own business, walking to your Seductive Speech class when suddenly you ran into someone who you swear wasn’t there a second ago.

“Whoops, sorry,” you mumbled, ducking to step around them.

You crashed into the same person again. That time, you were sure it was deliberate. Confused, you looked up.

A demon with a much-too-wide smile was looking at you. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?”

You hesitated, drawing your books closer to your chest. “…Class?” You offered lamely.

They chuckled coldly. “Aw, leavin’ already? It’s almost lunch time, you know…” The demon licked their lips.

You shivered involuntarily, which only seemed to delight them more.

“Oh, come on, don’t you wanna-?”

You didn’t wait to see how this scenario played out.

You turned your heel and sprinted in the opposite direction. Half a beat later, you heard the demon start to give chase.

You willed yourself to move faster. Today was not the day you became demon food.

***

You’d been running so fast you hadn’t even noticed Levi standing there.

But he’d certainly noticed you.

More importantly, he’d noticed the demon hot on your heels with murderous intent.

With how timid Levi was, it was easy to forget that he was the third most powerful of all the demon brothers, which meant he was often overlooked.

That being said, you getting chased was an excellent reason to get his ass in gear.

Within seconds, Levi’s demon form had been unleashed, and he wasted no time running after the two of you.

It’s a good thing he’d noticed you, because by the time he’d caught up, the demon had cornered you in a deserted classroom.

You’d backed up to the furthest point, and the demon took their time slowly stalking towards you.

 They were taunting you, Levi realized.

That final burst of rage was all it took for Levi to surge forward, forcing the pathetic excuse for a demon against the lockers.

He held them by their neck, glaring at them. “You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve…”

The demon gasped, shoving uselessly at Levi’s hand.

Levi held them in place a few seconds longer, then dropped them to the floor.

They gasped, falling to the ground.

Levi gave them a not-so-light nudge with his foot. “Get out of here. Now.”

The demon looked at him with something akin to gratitude, and he grinned at them in return.

“Go,” he repeated. “You’d better hope Lord Diavolo has mercy on you.”

At the mention of the prince, the demon was quick to scramble away.

Levi tsk’d. There was only so far that demon could get.

Forgetting about the other demon for the time being, he turned his full attention back to you.

You had dropped to the ground, curled up in a ball. Your breathing was coming much too fast, and your hands were squeezing at your arms.

Levi had seen this behavior many times in himself- You were having a panic attack.

Knowing you had anxiety and suffered from panic attacks was one thing, but actually seeing you fall apart like this was completely different.

What was he supposed to do?

Everyone coped with them differently, and needed different things to settle down.

What if he accidentally made things worse?!

He paused for a second, taking a breath. Freaking himself out wasn’t going to solve anything.

I don’t have to guess, he reminded himself. They’re right in front of me.

He walked over and crouched beside you, careful to move slowly so he didn’t startle you.

He called your name softly to get your attention.

Your breathing was still incredibly fast, but you seemed to be listening.

“Hey…is there anything you need?” He asked you.

Your response was almost instant. “C-Can you call one of your brothers, p-please?”

His demon form nearly made a second appearance at the sheer amount of envy he felt in that moment.

He swallowed, trying to bite back his rage. “…Well, I’m here,” he reminded you.

Your lip trembled, and your tone was on the verge of begging. “L-Levi, please? Mammon, or Asmo, Beel or Belphie, Satan…” you listed, trembling as another wave of anxiety hit you.

He really couldn’t help the glare he shot you as he robotically pulled out his D.D.D. He made a group chat with everyone you’d mentioned, shooting them a text.  

Leviathan: I’m with them in the old Human Cooking classroom.

Leviathan: They’re asking for one of you, so one of you’d better get here ASAP.

He turned off his phone, staring daggers at the floor as he waited for one of those idiots to arrive.

You’d asked for one of them, after all.

You didn’t want his comfort.

The moment one of them arrived (he didn’t even bother to check who it was) he stood up, stomping out of the class.

He knew where he wasn’t wanted.

***

Later that day, you skipped down the hallway towards Levi’s door. You’d picked up a copy of a new game you knew he’d been wanting to try, but hadn’t been able to get his hands on yet.

You knocked three times. “The Second Lord-“

Suddenly the door was thrown open, nearly ripped off the hinges. A very angry looking Levi glared at you.

He was in his demon form, and his tail was whipping around behind him dangerously.

“…Levi?” You asked, backing up a few paces. “I…I wanted to see if you wanted to play a game?” You flinched as his tail shattered something. “Levi…you’re scaring me…”

“Yeah?” He spat. “Why don’t you get one of my brothers to make you feel better again, huh?” He crossed his arms, but his tail stopped whipping around behind him.

“Hang on…” you paused. “You’re upset about that? Don’t tell me you’re jealous-?”

Levi scoffed, looking away, and you mentally facepalmed.

You did not seriously just ask the Avatar of Envy if he was jealous.

“Levi, do you want to know why I didn’t want you to help me?” You asked.

He sighed. “Well clearly, it’s because you like all of my brothers better than you like me. Obviously, you wouldn’t want a lame yucky otaku to comfort you- “

You shook your head, cutting him off. “Dude. No. I didn’t want your help because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“…Huh?”

You blew out a sigh. “Yeah. When I’m wound up like that, I need physical contact from someone to ground me,” you explained. “If you noticed, I didn’t ask for Lucifer either because he isn’t one for PDA. I know that sort of thing is hard for you, so I didn’t want to bother you.”

Levi stared at you for a long moment with an unreadable expression.

Then suddenly he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Levi-?”

His words were muffled, but you managed to make them out. “I don’t mind if it’s you.”

“Huh?”

He pulled away a little so you could hear him clearly. “I don’t mind if it’s you.”

You could see a faint blush on his cheeks.

“If you want hugs, just tell me…I won’t mind,” he repeated.

“Levi, you don’t have to pretend for my sake.”

The blush on his face increased.  

“I…I…” he stuttered, looking at the floor. “I want you to come to me, okay?!” He exclaimed.

Seeing that he was being genuine, you smiled. “Okay, I will. In the meantime…” You held up the game you’d brought. “Wanna be my player 2?”