#something has already been Awakened in me there's no turning back now. oh well :> ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[dobadoo]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ LITTLE PUNISHMENT꒱ ˎˊ˗ wanderer

The wanderer has prepared a special punishment for you !

✧ warnings — MDNI !! smut , fem !! reader, pet names , praise, light degradation, fingering, vaginal sex, humiliation, jealousy sex, mean ! wanderer, a lil fanon wanderer. ✧ a/n — love mean Scara? I am ready to give him to you.. So.. Can you stretch your little greasy.. Fingers ?.. your fucking ones, and like this post🥰 Before I warn you that there may be translation errors since I don't write in Engishh ✧ minors do not interact. !!

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Oh, those eyes..

This Indigo eyes always looked at you with tenderness, love.. but now these eyes, so dear, so beloved to you, looked differently - coldly, mysteriously, as if the wanderer was hiding the meaning of his intentions behind this look. A cold, penetrating look slid over you, awakening excitement. The puppet's voice became cold as a blade, and hoarse when he said: "Now listen to me." The words seemed to penetrate your heart.

You felt a flame flare up inside. It was unexpected and exciting.. As if enchanted, you continue to look at the wanderer, you standing near the tree, while he sat on a small log, throwing his legs over each other, slightly leaning over so that he could look at you.

You feel that you cannot move, as if.. paralyzed, you stand and stupidly look at him, swallowing saliva.

"Turn around, put your hands in front of you..And show me how you arch your back, kitty" - his voice suddenly brought you out of your trance, you gasped and scratched the back of your head, this request seemed a little strange, you did not understand what he wanted from you, but you admit to yourself that you like the mischievous gleam in his eyes, although the wanderer does not often show initiative in the framework of non-childish topics..

You swallowed and gave in as he silently twirled his finger, giving you a sign to "turn around" immediately. No matter how high your pride was, you still did as he said, your cheeks flushed as you slowly turned around and put your hands on the tree bark, turning your back to the wanderer, slightly arching your back. You understood that such a position was.. To put it mildly, embarrassing and awkward, especially when you do it on command!

"Hmm.." - the corners of his lips turned up as the predatory gaze of his eyes noticed your trembling in your limbs at his abrupt change in tone of voice and behavior. How funny.. It was so easy to embarrass you and make you obey him.. Maybe he will try this technique again. But for now, he is absolutely ready to enjoy the moment of your "punishment" now! ..And yet, he took you to the forest of Avidya not just to pick flowers and watch the sunset.. Didn't he tell you not to hang out with that boy from the academy? Didn't he warn you? Now you see what it all led to. Is it really that hard for you to be with your beloved man and only him?

Believe me, he knows how to punish very well.

"Nghhh!"

Suddenly, you felt the wanderer approaching from behind you and silently lifting your skirt up, exposing your flesh to the cold air. You grabbed the tree with your hands tighter, feeling the natural dampness in your underwear, the wanderer, noticing this, let out an approving hum, lowering himself to your level. His hoarse and deceptively gentle voice caressed your ears while his hand stroked your hips.

"What a failure you've been lately.. did that loser from the academy touch you like that too?? Maybe.. I should put you in your place?"

You nervously turned over your shoulder, hearing the sharp, threatening tone of the wanderer. He giggled when you tried to answer something caustic in his address, but he pressed his palm to your mouth, stopping your protests. You did not even notice how his fingers had already slipped into your panties, you gasped and tried to free yourself while the wanderer, holding your hips from behind, with sharp and fast movements moved three fingers at once into your womb, literally tearing moans and groans from your throat, but, praise the Archons, Wanderer managed to clamp your mouth at the beginning, otherwise what would the local forest guards think, hearing your lustful moans?

His cold eyes watched every change in your facial expression. Wanderer, saying such frank things in your ear, while you were standing in such an indecent position, pressing your hands to the tree, and fucking you with his fingers so hard!.. He looks so domineering! wonderful, you thought..

"Don't hold back, show me what sweet sounds you can make for me.", - The movement of his fingers accelerated, and the Wanderer was content with the vulgar sounds below, he increasingly accelerated the pace of his fingers until his movements became literally inexorable.

"What are you mumbling there, huh?! Didn't you want attention? Now shut up."

"Shut up yoursle-..mmh!" - You didn't have time to finish speaking, as wet fingers brazenly penetrated your mouth, tickling your tongue. You couldn't remove them; so you clenched your teeth as hard as you could, amusing your partner with your attempts to kick. And it didn't hurt him at all, he did what he wanted: he shut you up and made you wet your chin with his own saliva when his member was halfway inside you.

Wanderer looked madly pleased, fanatical in his desires to destroy and break your body, so that it would be able to only twitch and tremble in endless orgasms, while the forest was again filled with its beloved silence.

From the pace and the praise in your direction that was not typical for him, your eyes rolled back. There were no fingers in your mouth anymore, He abruptly turned you to face him, his arms with puppet joints easily lifted you up, you instinctively hugged his waist with your legs, pressing yourself to his body as close as possible. Puppet kissed you lovingly, intertwining your wet tongues in a dance, he held your body against the tree with due effort and drove inside you, you tried to behave as quietly as possible, but your moans still came out muffled and plaintive.

You grabbed your partner's hips with a death grip and could not get rid of the pleasure when you rubbed your clitoris against his skin, buried yourself in his hair and pulled it, causing the guy to growl sexually and sometimes even curse. "Coastal silence" in the forest of Avidya was filled with not so quiet sounds, You begged to let you finish with your gaze, moans, the Wanderer himself understood that he would not last long, but this position was so loved that he did not want to finish moving his hips and go as deep, as fast as he wanted. He even managed to regret that he had not done this with you before, usually he managed with only his fingers and tongue to satisfy you as quickly as possible, but now this human thing in his pants turned out to be quite useful, he admits.

Fast. Gently. Passionate..His touch is so scorching that it sends shivers down your spine, as if fueled by an electrical element, and you even inadvertently wonder if he still controls that element.

He grinned, you gave in first; the grip of your legs and arms began to weaken, he quickly and carefully laid you on the soft grass, grabbed your wet hips again and lifted you off the ground. You were all blush, barely breathing, and he was completely satisfied with everything! he didn't even sweat.. Although, what's so hard to understand, he's a puppet and not a human. With a smug face, he smiled, entered you all the way sharply, anticipating your imminent cumshot (helpp) . You began to move your body towards him, not understanding where you got your strength from.

Your legs began to tremble, your throat was dry, you wanted to cough, but moans continued to flow from your lips under the caresses of his fingers on your sensitive clitoris. Towards the end, his movements lost their synchronicity, and the Wanderer lowered your buttocks onto the grass and hung over you, resting his forehead on your chest and continuing to move his hips until he felt the walls of your vagina squeeze him like a master, and your legs pressed his hips, not wanting to let go.

You let out the loudest moan, squeezing his hair, from these sounds the wanderer inadvertently cringed, hissing irritably, pinching your clitoris, but immediately gently rubbing with the pads of his fingers, as if "apologizing" when you jerked sharply under him. He, muttering something about your behavior, was already pulling his cock out of you, although you did not even want to listen to him, you were rubbing yourself in your own orgasm, your head was spinning from a mixture of adrenaline and defamine.. So good.

"Hehe!"

"Tsk, are you done there already? I hope after this you will definitely calm down, woman.."

You brought your legs together, letting out a satisfied hum, not even looking at the wanderer putting on his shorts. Even if this was his "punishment" for you, for such a punishment you are ready to behave like a bad girl every day.

@shyentsmissingink @hitomisuzuya @shyentsfoundherink @wanderingxiao @himasgod (muahh)

[vaguely-concerned]

little detail I've picked up on: lucanis seems to like it when rook is smart. not in an academically minded way, necessarily, but when they're clever/analytical and clear-eyed about the practical realities of a matter and able to sort out the bullshit. most immediate example that comes to mind is of course when rook points out to illario that zara physically can't have made it back to vyrantium yet by conventional means in the café scene (where they're also backing what lucanis is trying to say, so the approval there makes extra sense), but it pops up in several other places too where rook cuts through to the heart of a problem with that kind of thinking. his and davrin's approval often overlap, but davrin seems to like it when rook is resolute and practical (and kind but don't tell anyone that sssh <3 ilu davrin), where I get the sense that lucanis gets that extra little thrill when they're also clever. in another contrast emmrich likes it when you're curious and openminded and kind (a lot like solas in da:i really) -- more like a life-long earnest academic *would* think about and value learning and knowledge in terms of a process and way of thinking rather than the results that come out of it -- while i think lucanis kind of likes it (and possibly gets a little ah frisson out of it depending on your relationship with him lol) when your mind is a knife. which I think is really neat. also tracks perfectly with him liking both viago and neve too haha. he clearly enjoys the Thinkers of the world.

[catharusustulatus]

Steve has never actually kissed anyone on New Year’s Eve before. After he and Nancy reconciled post-Demogorgon showdown in 83 they’d gotten close, but Mike had interrupted them on the Wheeler’s front porch, the little shit. And after Nancy, well, he’d been alone in 84. In 85, he and Robin built a blanket fort in his living room and drank themselves sick on root beer until the ball dropped, and he’d held her hand while they drifted asleep, kissing out of the question; he loved her in a different, deeper way.

And now…now it’s 86, about to be 87, and Eddie is alive, miraculously, and all of them are gathered in the new Hopper-Byers house, and Eddie has been flirting with him ever since Steve manhandled his mangled body to the hospital, Steve’s an idiot but he’s not stupid, and here’s Eddie looking at him like Steve is alive, too. Eddie looks at him and something awakens. There’s an electricity in the air, the kind he told Dustin about once upon a time in the woods.

So when he knows no one is watching, he looks Eddie deep in the eye and says “share a smoke?” And they leave the room together for the quiet cold of the backyard, still mostly weeds and the dark of winter and Steve can see Eddie’s breath. Can see how alive he is. He’s been worried about him all year, intrigued by him, pulled toward. And now here they are. The dim patio bulb flickers and before Steve can get out a cig, can say another word, before he can say “happy new year Eddie I can’t stop thinking about you and I know you’ve been flirting with me for months and I want you I want you just as bad will you kiss me?” Eddie is already kissing him.

And it’s soft. It’s so soft, because Eddie is smiling against his mouth in a kiss, his left hand coming up to hold Steve’s chin. And then it’s hotter, their breath mixing as they both open their mouths wider, kissing deeper, feeling their lips move together and Steve can’t believe it can’t think can’t hear the screen door open can’t stop kissing Eddie until he feels Eddie pull away, removing his hands from his hair, hears Robin say “uh, earth to dingus one and two, hello!?”

Steve just stares at Eddie, blushing and smiling. He doesn’t turn to her, can’t look away when he says “hi Rob.” Eddie won’t look away either. Eddie won’t look away from him, does the opposite, grabs Steve’s hand. Steve feels like he’s floating.

“Oh my god, lover boys. It’s only” Steve sees her lift her wrist in his peripheral vision, “ten thirty. It’s only ten thirty and you’re already kissing!” He can hear her exasperation, but beneath he knows, he can feel her approval. He can’t help it, he’s relieved. He’s happy. He starts to giggle.

Eddie starts to laugh too, pulling Steve closer. Steve finally looks over to see Robin rolling her eyes, but she’s also beaming, her face lit by the single bulb, and they pull her down to them, hug her, kiss her on the cheeks. “Ah, my freckled friend. You won’t spill the beans, will you?” Eddie asks.

Robin pinches Eddie’s cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me, hotshot.” Steve knows down to his bones it’s true. Knows she’ll cover for them. This makes him feel even giddier. “I’ll, uh. Let you two get back to it” she says, and then she’s gone, and it’s just Eddie looking at him again, staring at Steve like he’s a second moon, a pretty thing.

They kiss and kiss and kiss, until they slide out of the grass and out the back gate and kiss their way back to Steve’s car, into his house and bed and heart and it’s already a good year.

[rin-sa]

Sunday x Reader

CW: Hints of yandere, stockholm syndrome(?), unwanted pregnancy(?), abduction, nsfw. Attention, I do not know English, the work was written with the help of a translator! I made one of the orders with a small sketch.

It was pointless to run.

Sunday loves you. No, that's not the word. He's obsessed with you. So his obsession played against you. At the very beginning, this feathered one was categorically against taking you away from the outside world and, in general, somehow getting into your life. For him, it was something that would not only violate your trust, but would basically kill him in your eyes. He thought he would only be watching you surreptitiously. No one has abolished control and stalking. This Sunday was very, very good. So there's no way you'd be able to figure out that anyone was following you at all.

 There were cameras everywhere, his eyes, people, crows. No personal space. However, the day came when he decided to kidnap you. What prompted him to do this was not only an obsessive thought that ate the poor man from the inside, no matter how hard he tried to fight it, but also seeing you next to someone was too unbearable for feathered.

Any person, regardless of gender, became an enemy for him. It's enough to spend a couple of seconds with you, as Sunday gives his assistants instructions to eliminate this impudent man. As soon as these people dared to encroach on his beloved?

It doesn't matter if you want to see him, he will follow you everywhere, thus protecting you. Are you strangers and you don't want to see that in reality? Nothing, you will meet in dreams, where you will not only get to know each other, but you will also see him regularly. You definitely won't be able to escape there, with all your desire, but will you have it? Doubtful. After all, you will spend time together there, he will behave diligently, believe me, He knows how to remain steadfast and calm. You will not be able to find out about his intentions in principle.

  Briefly. In this way, he will get you used to his presence, first he will come as a stranger, and then he will persuade you to friendship, if not something more, in order to eventually take you away. Every dream will be accompanied by him, whether it's some kind of nightmare or not, you'll still be next to the feathered one. At some point you will not want to leave this place, because Sunday is near, what could be better?

 Your next awakening was not what you expected.

Sleepy and all disheveled, with tangled hair, you stand up on your elbows. A soft, huge bed, a warm blanket and a couple of nice pillows surround you. A very expensive and rich interior that makes your eyes widen. Fear and shock, a momentary weakness, as you realize that you are not at home.

A raven caws on a gilded stand. But you don't turn to him, you ignore him.

You've been lost in dreams so often that you've already confused reality with dreams. However, now you are 100% sure. This is not a dream. Or...?

– Oh, good morning. How did you sleep? – The tenderest voice touched your ears when you turned your gaze to him. The one who was in your every dream.

It would seem that here he is! Your savior. Only something makes you anxious and start suspecting the whole situation.

It made you doubt if it was real. He sat on the side of the bed and looked at you with a pretty expression on his face until His wings fluttered behind his ears, as if he was rejoicing.

– Ahem. Sunday? I slept very well, but where are we? It doesn't look like my house.… And clearly not a dream.   You ask furtively, looking around again.

"I'm glad to hear it, my angel. Feathered grins. – And you're in your new home. Trust me, you'll be better off with me, won't you? – gently touches your cheek with his gloved hand.

This news has unleashed a wave of fear in you, mixed with a wave of discontent. How could he decide anything for you? Your brows furrowed and you looked at him with a kind of contempt, pulling back the Galovian's hand.

– Excuse me? Should I ask? And if I don't want to? – You're grumbling.

– You were sleeping so soundly that it was a pity to wake you up. Sunday sang. – Think about it yourself. You felt so good with me in your dreams, so why don't you like the prospect of being together, but only in the real world? – silence follows.

– Moreover, every charming bird needs a cage. – He continues. "People like you are too weak to float freely in the big city. – his eyes are watching you closely, while you don't interrupt him.

– Understand, my love. Proper care is important for you, so that you The cruelty of the world did not destroy it. And the cage will be the most beautiful place where you will definitely be safe.

You're confused about what he's saying. It was completely ridiculous for you. Cells? A bird? Security? Weakness? Stupidity, that's all. You didn't answer him, all that followed from you was a languid silence. He smiled again and put a change of clothes next to you. A long snow-white shirt. It looks comfortable, even if it shines through just a little, the benefit of the lining saves.

Sunday got up from his seat and headed for the door. Gently grabbing the door handle and turning it 180 degrees, you hear his calm speech.

– You can be mad at me for as long as you want. I really don't understand why you would do that. Isn't it wonderful to live next to me? Someone who has power and wealth. Moreover, you will be able to forget about everything, because now every day will be like Paradise for you. A carefree life.   His voice became quieter, almost a whisper that you could barely hear. "I have enough time to wait for you to come running into my arms." With that, the man left the room, leaving you alone.

Waking up in a new place has left you in turmoil. Everything happened too fast. He kidnapped you. But why doesn't some part of you feel very angry towards him? Why do you feel like this is the norm? You're fighting this disgusting feeling, because he did the wrong thing! An annoying croak pulls you out of the argument in your head.

Turning around, a black raven is sitting on the stand next to the bed, watching your every move.

 You snort and still put on the shirt that Sunday gave you. It's worth living together, see what it all leads to. He's not going to keep you here forever, is he? However, his words about the cage and the bird can make you wary. Otherwise, you will try to escape yourself.

A push.

Your bodies are already at the limit. What kind of orgasm will it be? Like 4, and like 5. Alas, but your eyes are clouded, your body burns and aches terribly, your lower abdomen pulls, and your perineum pulsates and still adjusts to it, tingling in places. To some extent, you already regretted your escape. More precisely, a failed attempt. Now all that remains is to put up with your punishment. After all, Sunday was the most tired, working days exhaust him greatly, and then you arrange hide-and-seek for him.

Sex with a loved one is one of the best ways for him to relax and completely relax, giving himself all to his beloved and this carnal joy, despite his "angelic" personality.

– I won't do it anymore, honestly… Stop, please! – you beg, crying out mixed with groans, silently praying to all the Aeons for his condescension.

– Well, well. You haven't proved to me that you love me yet.… How can I believe you, silly? Sunday grins and whines, reveling in pain and pleasure.

He's ready to continue this torture until you learn your lesson. And besides, then it's unlikely that I'll be able to spend time with you like this.

You whimper wearily, clinging tightly to his shoulders, your fingers casually glide over pale skin, leaving delicate pinkish scratches, from which his wings twitch and tremble. Unable to bear it any longer, you wrap your legs around him yourself, pressing closer and allowing the feathered one to enter deeper. Another painful squeal escapes from your throat, tears that have long accumulated in the corners of your eyes roll down your cheeks. A desperate hope that Sunday will calm down and stop this.

– That's it. I know you love me, stop fighting your desires, it's so ridiculous to resist me. It's time for you to take me in and out. ...moss... - you hear muffled moans before his warm seed pours inside you and he presses you harder against the soft mattress of your bed.

The Galovian smiles at you tenderly and stops quietly, interrupting any movements inside you. He likes it. I like to feel how you squeeze him with your wet and hot walls, how your vagina pulsates around him and how close you are to climax. This excitement is tingling, now this feeling is not so pleasant, but it treacherously gives you both incredible pleasure.

You squeeze tighter around him, trembling all over, while your toes twitch scrupulously, the Galovian puts his thumb on your clitoris, circling on it, caressing so as to please you. Your hips shudder again, yielding to him and you involuntarily succumb to temptation. A loud moan bursts out of your chest, forcing you to twitch and close your eyes, instantly drowning in fleeting pleasure, while your consciousness once again covers orgasm. Your hands casually reach his head to bury themselves in Sunday's hair and feel the light breeze from the way the man's wings flutter. He leans even closer to you, you can feel that hot breath on your ear and involuntarily tense up.

"I think we're going to be great parents, my bird." – he whispers, kissing and sucking on your earlobe.

You're silent. You disperse the cloud of hatred towards your captor, finally coming to the conclusion that he is trying for you and you love him as much as he does. Your hands slide down to your neck and you hug his warm, wet body, sighing heavily from his actions.

A nod.

Sunday pulls away from you, slightly surprised, the wings also tense up before fluttering triumphantly again. A smile spread across the man's face. You accepted your situation the same way you accepted his. You stopped fighting him. It is unclear at what point, but your consciousness was covered so much that you could not think intelligently, but only agree with him. It's not too bad, is it? You're guessing.

When did you start feeling something about him? Who knows. It is likely that this happened in dreams. Then he was a prince on a white horse for you, until he put you in a golden cage, where now, at his request, you will have to give birth to his child. Whether you want it or not, there is no choice. Even if it didn't happen now, it would definitely happen later. I just delayed the inevitable in that case.

And now. You have a couple of months to try to escape again before it's too late. Or kill the fetus. But do you want it?

The answer is short. — no.

– I love you, my baby bird. Sunday hums, kissing your temple and stroking your lower abdomen, smiling slightly.

[faeries-child]

No place for love part 2

OTHER PARTS: Part 1

Pairing: Azriel x oc/reader

Summary: She was the only way to get the information the spymaster needed, but he would have truly given anything not to see her again. Not to be at her mercy, completely under her control, for she awakened things in Azriel that he would rather had kept in slumber.

Warnings: Mature content, nudity, prostitution, eventual smut, mention's of SA, fighting and a lot of other triggering things :,)

NOTICE: I AM A DYSLEXIC, NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER, I WRITE THESE AT 2 AM, HAVE MERCY :)

(Also, I got some inspiration to this chapter from one of the episodes from BBC Sherlock, where there is the legendary Irene Adler)

The man under Brianna had started to annoy her. She had kept him company for hours now. Fucking him, making love to him, pleasing him however he wanted. She was tired, tired of him. His smell was all over her by now and she wanted nothing more than to wash it off in a long warm bath, that she could maybe get to enjoy later, if she succeeded in her mission. 

She was straddling him, running her hands on his chest and smiling down at him. The man was panting heavily under her, eyes closed and his hands still keeping her hips securely in place on him.

 “I do not believe I can go for another round anymore love” he said looking up at her. He seemed to be intoxicated with everything around them and especially with her. 

Brianna thanked the mother that it was over now. Now she could start the real game. “My lord, did I wear you out? but there were so many things that I still wanted to do.” She let out a fake giggle at the end to convince him of the act she was putting on before him. 

She rolled off him, leaving him on the bed. Brianna walked to the other side of the room, where her robe was abandoned on one of the many cushions that covered the floor and made up the makeshift lounging area of the room. She pulled the robe on to cover her naked body. Turning to face the man again, she smiled that vicious smile she knew to make in situations like this. 

“Tell me my lord, now that you are back from your travels, what's next?”

“Oh Brianna. Why must you remind me of that boring thing people call reality?” 

He turned on the bed so he was facing her. In his eyes Brianna could sense a bite of annoyance. But to Brianna he was a simple man, nothing more than plaything in a bigger game she got to play. Getting the right information meant that she would get to meet the high lord’s spymaster again. 

To Brianna it was fun, refreshing almost. Talking to someone who at least tried to be a gentleman. Someone who tried not to look at her only as an object to be toyed and fiddled with. 

“I was only meaning to ask so I would know if you would continue to grace us with your presence in the future. Many of my girls miss you, they would be delighted to offer their services to you.” You lied through your teeth, like hell would you let any of the girls near this man. He wasn’t the worst that there was, but if you would have been given the choice, you would have burned him to ashes before he ever laid a finger on you the first time. But at least he was simple at mind. Easy to control, easy to impress. 

“My Brianna, always so sweet tongued.” He got up from the bed, starting to collect his clothes from the floor and putting them on. “But yes, I will be staying for a while. Business in the east went well, so now me and my men are preparing for the next stage.” He spoke not realizing how much he was giving away.

Brianna could truly now tell that he wasn’t the brightest of the punch. But she had gotten enough information, it was not yet enough proof to prove anything, but at least she had something interesting to report back to the shadowsinger and the high lord. 

Brianna smiled and walked towards the man, straightening his collar while looking into his eyes. “I am sorry to inform you that our time together has now come to an end, my next client is waiting already.” 

At the right moment the doors to her champers were opened, revealing Daphne at the entrance.  “I am sorry my lord, but I must ask you to leave my lady's room now, but if you are in the mood, you can enjoy a drink downstairs at the lounge bar.” 

“Of course, and oh!” The man turned to look at Brianna before saying “I am sorry to disappoint the other girls you were speaking of, but you, my Brianna, are the only one that can satisfy my hunger.” 

He bent down at her level and kissed her as a goodbye, then smelling her neck when straightening his back. After that he left, and deep inside Brianna could feel a shiver of disgust, making her want to burn all that he had touched, including herself. 

It was wrong to say that she had gotten used to it, no one could get used to it. No matter how many times she laid with these men, every single time she imagined herself somewhere else. She wished she could put a dagger through all of their hearts. If only she had the freedom to do so. 

Daphne looked at her lady, her friend. Starting to close the door so she could have a moment to dress and gather herself. Maybe bathe as well. Daphne knew the expression on Brianna’s face, she knew that her friend needed to wash off his touch. 

“Daphne, wait.” She said looking at her friend's eyes. “I have message for you to deliver” 

“What is it Anna?” 

Brianna fully turned to her friend and smiled at her, knowing that soon she really could meet the shadowsinger again soon. 

“Send a message to the high lord and his spymaster. Tell them that I have information that they will want to hear. “

Azriel’s pov:

Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand had been enjoying a quiet evening in the townhouse when the fire message came. Cassian had Nyx sitting on his knee, the little boy was chewing a wing of black bat toy that Nesta had gotten him for a present on his 1st birthday. 

Message appeared in front of Azriel's nose, making Rhys and Cassian turn their heads towards him. “What’s that?” asked Cassian, while trying to keep the little boy still on his leg. 

“The brothel already answered you?” Rhys concluded, making the assumption based on the frown on Azriel’s face. After the visit Azriel had been quiet, at least quieter than usual, which worried Rhysand. His friend hadn’t said anything about who he had met or what had happened at the brothel. 

“Yes” was the only thing Azriel answered. Not wanting to let his brothers know how helpless he had been before the woman. 

“So this means…?” Cassian asked, trying to pry more information from his brother. 

“Me and Rhys are taking a trip to the court of nightmares” Said the shadowsinger, thinking that bringing the high lord with him, he could maybe get more serious information from the woman. 

Azriel still didn’t know her name. In his mind he had started to call her “the woman”, not knowing anything else that fit better. She was certainly no girl. Even though she was young, no one inexperienced could act that way. Her eyes had been so dark and Azriel knew that based on the little bits and pieces he had seen of her living space and life, she had seen more than most of others. 

After Gathering their weapons, they put on Hewn city-appropriate clothes so they wouldn’t stick out like sore thumb in the dark catacombs of the city that resided under their beloved house of wind.

 This time Azriel took extra care in securing daggers and truthteller on his belt, not wanting to be caught off guard. Memories of the woman haunting his mind. He had not been able to shake her from his mind. That devilish smirk entering his dreams, his shadows whispering about her every second he got. He wanted her, but at the same time he wanted to stay as far away from her as he could. Lock her up and keep her to himself, leave prythian and never see her again. 

She was going to be the end of him.

Hewn city:

Rhysand gave him suspecting look, when arriving at the front of the brothel. Azriel however ignored the look and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply once, before stepping inside the place. He gestured to Rhys to follow him. 

Azriel saw the girl from earlier. She was beautiful as well, he assumed that all of the girls here were. Daphne his shadows whispered to him. 

Daphne approached them. Seemingly taken aback by the high lord’s presence. So the woman had not told anyone that the high lord would be joining them tonight. She curtsied to the high lord, as well to him. Azriel only nodded to her. 

Rhys had raised his glamor. Trying to blend in, not to cause unnecessary attention and rumors that the high lord of the night court had been seen in a place such as this. 

“We received an invitation. According to you, you have what we asked” Rhysand said, keeping his voice calm,  but still demanding power. 

“Right this way my lord’s” was the only thing she said, turning and starting to walk towards the stairs. 

Azriel and Rhysand followed. Not questioning where she was taking them.

Why are you so tense? It was Rhys, speaking directly into Az’s mind from the open crack that had left for him. 

Be on your guard brother, please. 

It was the only thing the shadowsinger had time to say before reaching the familiar door. Daphne opened it for them, revealing the already familiar room to Azriel. 

They took a step to the room. Both him and his brother assessing the space. 

After making sure there wasn’t anyone else in the room and that the door was shut, he gazed upon her. 

She was at least dressed this time. In a blood red dress, revealing her neck and chest so that it would leave any man drooling. Dress was simple, but clearly expensive, seeing that it was perfectly tailored to her, hugging in all the right places, before widening to airy hem pooling down at the woman's feet. 

Last time he had been so focused at not staring at her, that now that when he looked at her face. Truly looked at her in a beautiful dress and hair that fell freely past the woman’s waist in curls. She was the most beautiful creature that he had ever come across. Right in that momen, Azriel knew he was doomed. Because for him she truly was THE woman, the only woman.

“Good evening, lord of shadows”

continued... (part 3 hopefully coming soon :,) )

[impur6]

431 BKDK HEADCANNON ‼️

Okay since the epilogue is basically up for interpretation let me tell you my interpretation

My headcannon is that izuku realized that he was in love with katsuki sometime after the war. And the only person who knew or accidentally found out was ochako. She was also going through her own thing with himiko and when she found out what was happening with izuku she was very empathetic.

She acc encouraged izuku to go hang out with katsuki more and try to get to know him better. And her guidance helped.

So after graduation, even though bkdk went on two different paths, they still hung out with each other during lunch breaks and katsuki dropped by his classroom. So izuku just kept falling and falling for him

Now at the 1A dinner, katsuki decided he wanted to confess to him. He also started getting feelings for izuku during the rest of the at UA but felt like they needed to figure out their life first (izuku trying to figure his profession and katsuki focusing on getting his suit made). So he decided that now he got the suit, he can ask the first important question: would he be interested to join his agency?

After that didn’t work out he decided to go for the kill and told him to let people know they’re special to him. Towards the end of it he was gonna admit how special izuku was to him.

Now during Katsuki’s pep talk, izuku was thinking about him. But he was more so focusing on how he realized that he liked him. Which in turn, reminded him of ochako. And he started feeling bad that even though she was there for him and his sexual awakening, he felt like maybe after he figured everything out he left her in the dust cause they both got so busy. He also remembered, they hadn’t even spoken to each other at the dinner.

So he told katsuki like wait on that note, I need to talk to ochako.

Katsuki was obviously stunned and was thought like oh right, it might not be me but acc ochako. So he let him go and just got really angsty.

On the other hand, izuku went to meet up with ochako and was like you wanna hang out more, cause you’re an amazing friend and I want to talk to you more. Ochako was like sure ofc!!

Now after the next few days izuku and ochako hang out more, and katsuki thinks that they’re going out on dates. It kinda messes him up, cause that’s two rejections!! One professionally and the other romantically.

But the truth is that izuku and ochako’s dates are just them catching up and talking about how they been. Purely platonic. And then on their 3rd hangout, izuku tells her that katsuki has been acting weird. He isn’t coming by for lunch or hasn’t been texting. Ochako mentions that he hasn’t been doing well professionally and has been getting a lot of trouble with the media.

So izuku wonders why and notices it started after the 1A dinner. He calls up katsuki and was like hey wanna get dinner today. Katsuki tells him no I’m busy, I have shift at night from 6 pm-3am (he doesn’t he’s just making it up on the go). And izuku figures it cause he memorized his shifts for the next 6 months. But he lets him go and plans to corner him where he’s actually at 6pm. The gym.

So he stops by the gym and asks him oh I thought you had a shift? And katsuki lies and says oh someone said they could cover for him or something. So izuku was like oh then you could join me for dinner now? Katsuki said still no and gave the excuse that he was behind paperwork.

But again, izuku clocked him and said that kirishima told him that katsuki is way ahead of everyone and already finished everything (or something idk roll with it please). Knowing that he couldn’t win, katsuki pushes him and yells at him to leave him alone.

Teen izuku would have backed off and called it quits, but adult izuku doesn’t put up with shit. So while katsuki stalks off to his Porsche (which by the way is like something I’m still tweaking about), izuku grabs his and judo flips him over and tells him he’s not gonna move until he tells him what’s going and why he doesn’t hang out with him anymore.

Katsuki grumbles and yells at him to go ochako since she seems to be more important and special. Izuku gets confused and asks what? why do you think I think she’s special. I never said that?

Katsuki tells him that he knows that they’re dating and whatever and he decided to give him space so they can get together. Izuku is still confused and tells him okay stop playing, what’s actually going on.

Now it’s his turn to be confused and asks izuku are you really not dating her? And he tells him no. Katsukis starts laughing like a maniac, and izukus unsure of what to do so he lets out a few forced giggles until he notices the tears in katsukis eyes and freaks out.

That’s when katsuki finally confesses what he’s been feeling for the past few years and weeks. Izuku starts crying too and confesses about his feelings. He then explains his side of the story and katsuki facepalms himself for worrying and stressing over nothing.

Then both laughed at the circumstance, until izuku gets serious and asks him what does that make us? Katsuki thinks about it and tells him like we can be partners or boyfriend. Or we can be each other’s special someone.

The end :))

[ma3mae]

Hello!! I hope you are doing well, wanted to say I love your work !!

Can I request how the BSD boys (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Chuuya, Fukuzawa etc) would react to gf!fem!reader saying “I am just a hole” after they did something attractive? Something fun and suggestive ehehe~

No brain, just horny!

Summary: No one cared about you being down bad for you bfs since everything's mutual, right? (Dazai, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa)

Genre: fluff, maybe crack, def suggestive themes, maybe a tiny tiny bit of smut. Who knows 💀

Warnings: yall gonna be horny after this 🤓

A/N: was kinda difficult to think of fitting scenarios but i had fun writing this!! Also thank you for loving my work, anonnnn 💕💕💕💕

Part 2

Dazai Osamu

WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAAAAAAT 💀💀💀💀

HES HORNY 24/7, DONT EXPECT HIM TO HOLD BACK LMAOO 💀💀😭😭

okay okay so lets say yall are at the ADA office

hes done with annoying the shit ouf of kuni and now hes just sitting on the couch, literally bored out of his mind

Kuni tells u to tell "that dumbass idiot of a boyfriend🤩" to finally get back to work so u go up to him

u know that scene where he leans his head back onto the grave and slowly tilts it back down and opens his eyes while having that soft smile on his face? oda's only purpose was him dying so we'd get that scene, crying fr 😭😭😭

Yeah hes doing exactly THAT as he notices your presence infront of him, flashing you a smile and only for it to spread even further as he notices your dazed face 💀

"Oh, bella? Too lovestruck to talk to me, I see. Can't help it that I'm just so hands-"

"I'm nothing but a hole for you"

I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE COULD EVEN SAY THAT 😭😭 THATS SUCH A WEIRD THING TO SAY AND SO DUMB BUT NO ONE CARES 🥲🥲🥲

AND HIS HORNY ASS DOESNT GIVE TWO SHITS EITHER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

his eyes are fking bulging as he hears you say that infront of him

ACTUALLY shocked that you had the guts to legit say that outloud and luckily no one rly heard that except him he wouldnt mind if the whole ass office wouldve heard that, we KNOW 💀

you manage to get a good laugh out of him before he just shoots you that god awful handsome smirk before he suddenly stands up

Towering over you, he leans in and whispers "Never thought you'd be so dirty to say stuff like that during working hours. Not that I'm complaining! I'm glad to have such a strong effect on you, bella~" got me blushing fr😳😳😳

Its too late to realise what you've just said. Your fate has been sealed.

OFF TO HORNY JAIL YALL GO 💀💀🗣️

no jk but nah nah he wont stop there

Youve awakened the fking horny beast in him and how could he refuse his love offering herself so blatantly while your coworkers were literally in the same room?? 🤩😋

He just takes your hand as he proceeds to leave the office

Kuni just yells "Oi, where the hell do you think you're going?! Only told you to tell him to work! Not join his stupid shenanigans!! 😡😡"

YOU KNOW that ur bf just turns around and shoots him that annoying ass smirk, only to say

"But Kunikida, we are off to work actually! Nothing you'd be able to do anyway. Tell me when you've found something interesting in all that paper work of yours! Can tell you that our job will definitely be more fun than that~ 😁😁"

You can only give poor kuni a sheepish smile as atsushi just deadpans at the both of you, muttering a "good luck 😐" towards you as your bf just drags you to his car because your job's gonna be too loud to do at the ada and going home wont be an option since dazai's not patient in that sense 💀💀💀

Already sending prayers to you for having to go back to "work" while being sore af and dazai looking like he got out of a 10 day wellness vacation 😭🥲🥲

dazai's actually gonna spare our poor kuni by kinda doing some paper work but our man will be forever traumatised bc hes not oblivious 🗣️

Especially after seeing your neck littered with hickeys 😭😭 u cant hide them, youve got a damn mosquito as a bf 💀

kuni just tosses a bottle of water your way without looking at u bc he thinks its not modest to shamelessly look at them 😤 I LOVE U KUNI

"thanks, i guess" is all you'll hear from him bc at the end, you DID get dazai to work but at what cost 😭

Kunikida Doppo

Flabbergasted. Shocked. Disappointed. Shamefully not too hard to turn on. 💀

His first reaction is gonna be like u just told ur mom u forgot to do the laundry 😭

DEF gonna scold your ass off for saying such things in such an inappropiate setting

its not your fault hes being so hot during work 😤😤😤😤

Tell him off for being so handsome!! 🤩

Wont stop his scolding but u cant take him serious when hes fumbling over his words

Still manages to thank you for ur compliment even though its embarassing af 😭 no way would he refuse such kind words from his love 😋

So anyway it could go two ways with him

The first would be if yall wouldnt be alone at the ADA

You go up to him to ask him about a report you need help with

Ive never seen kuni tie his hair up but... imagine catching him doing that...

With the hair tie in his mouth as he pulls his hair back and like...

It makes u think of the times you'd yank it back during yk what 🤭

So he notices you gape at him and is all like "🤨 are you alright?"

Cue to you just uttering "Damn, kuni. You only gotta ask. Am just a hole for you anyway" out of nowhere

LMAO you can just hear dazai cackling from the couch as your bf just looks at you like 😳 with his mouth agape and everything

Dazai just walks up to you to pat your shoulder

"Kunikida, you've got quite the daring girlfriend!" "SHUT YOUR ANNOYING MOUTH UP"

kuni just quickly ties his hair back and BROO he nearly feels so violated and exposed 😭😭😭😭

Why would u do this to him AT WORK 😭

Ngl u and dazai prob team up to annoy him to death like hes just so fun to TEASE 😤

Anyway he just tells you to get back to work and when u tell him you need some help, he begrudgingly does it bc its important but you can still his hands shake a bit and his face is red as he tries to give you advice on ur work skskksks 💀

Be ready to get scolded for HOURS when yall are on ur way home 🤓

But dw u know how to shut his beautiful mouth up 🤭😋

But if you do the whole thing while yall are alone at work bc kuni decided to stay a bit longer then THATS a different story

Lets say he does the same thing again as above ^ and u say the same thing

He'll def turn a bit red and tell you that you cant say stuff like that during work!

"But kuni, we're alone and no ones gonna come back anyway. It's nearly 8pm after all."

The sun's setting and the only light that softly illuminates the room and it just steals ur fking breath bc 😭 hes so gorgeous with his hair open 😭😭😭

But u can still see his gaze on u, making ur knees weak bc BROO

horny jail for kuni too????? 💀💀💀

jk but he'll clear his throat and just say "a work place is still a work place so i cant let this inappropiate behavior just go like that..."

You're like standing infront of him and he grabs you by your waist, softly kneading it as he tells u to sit on his lap 😭

"Will teach that mouth of yours how to behave. Maybe after this you'll be a bit more tame. Think that idiot has been a bad influence on you like he has with everyone but don't worry. I'll be sure to teach you everything again."

I'll let you imagine the rest here 🤭🤭

Edogawa Ranpo

man just wants to eat his candy in peace, get ur horny ass away from him 🤨🤨🤨🤨

u thought dazai's a whole bitch???? Nah nah this is a MAN CHILD right here

This man wont give u what u want, nah he'll let u suffer alone LOL 💀💀

if this happens at work then 🤷 honestly depends on what mood he is i think

its a hot day in yokohama and the air conditioning is not rly helping yall

so u kinda wanna go grab some ice cream during ur break and u dont need to think twice about asking ur bf to go with u

fr he'll be SO annoying if u dont take him with u 💀 but dw he obviously knows why u r approaching him rn 🤩

but he takes a while to catch on why u just stopped and looked like a fish rn like a combo of this :0 and 😳

he just goes "🤨"

"Damn, the bathroom's close. 'am just a hole for you anyway so let's go" u legit go 😨 after realising what u just said

How no one hears that, idk but this hoe DEF heard u well

U r even more scared bc he just sits there and doesnt react but oops

only needs some sec before he opens his eyes and smirks at u 🤭

"Eh~ You've got guts, Y/N. Saying naughty stuff like that during work hours. Not that I mind though. Just shows how smitten you are by the World's Greatest Detective~"

"N-"

He just waves a finger at u like you're a lil kid getting scolded rn 💀

"Ah ah ah, don't try to refute that fact. Can't blame you for your reaction after all. It's still funny to me that all it took was me losening my tie, gliding a hand through my hair and open up a button of my shirt. ~ "

He just gets up and gives you a peck on your cheek before walking ahead

"I still want that ice ream though! If it's good then I'll give tending to your needs a thought!" 💀 THIS BITCH

but dw he'll make sure to show u how smitten he is after that bc ur mouth just tastes better after some sweet ice cream, right 🤓??

but u know whats the best combo with saying that sentence?

a jealous ranpo 🤩

like ok quick scenario

lets move this outside of work, ok?

So yall are walking around and some random dude decides to hit on u and hello 🤨cant he see that u r legit holding hands with the world's greatest detective??

u kindly tell the man to fuck off but nah hes not letting u chill

wraps protectively his arm around ur waist, clearly showing him that YOU. ARE. TAKEN.

"with that scrawny lookin dude???" bro hes got a death sentence 💀

time for ur bf to show him his skills 🤭 which means threatening him to expose everything about him

immediately tells him where he lives, what he does for a living, where he likes to shop, where his parents live. E. V. E. R. Y. T. H. I. N. G

he just smirks and puffs his chest slightly out as that dude just fking runs off bc id be terrified too 😨

He deserves it tho ✋

"What a fool! Thinking he could challenge ME?! The greatest detective to ever live! See how terrified he was!" hes fking cackling before stopping as he sees ur face

brothers and sisters, we are LOVESTRUCK

and that hoe cann see that right away 💀

"Thank you..." like should we say how hot that was???? maybe 😳😳???

"And?" AH obviously he got us 😭

but we too embarassed to say smth but NICE, theres a nearby alley so u know where hes dragging us 🤩

Pressed up against the wall and hes just centimeters away from u as he asks again

"That wasn't everything you wanted to say, right~? Of course you find me" hot" but just wanna hear it from you, love."

"FUCK, am just a hole for u" 💀😳

goes wide eyed for a sec before chuckling and saying "Well, that wasn't what I wanted to hear but I'll let it count!"

His eyes travel down your neck before finally saying "Hm, I've got an idea in how to make everyone know that you're taken. I deserve a little treat after having saved you, no?" 🤭🤭🤭 got me blushing fr

Anyway problem solved, no one made moves onto u after that and it might turn into a habit before yall go out for the next times 🗣️

But no one's complaining hihi 🤭🤭😳

Fukuzawa Yukichi

oh god where do i even begin 💀

i gotta hold myself back from getting off topic when it comes to HIM 😭

honestly this man has seen and experienced so many things, u gotta do a lot to catch THIS man off guard 💀💀

bro he had to deal with mori's ass in his 20's for too long and STILL deals with it till this day 😐😐😐😐😐

not to mention the agency is like his fking orphanage at this point 😐

Already enough that his first child is still a child with his thirty years of living on this damn planet 🤓

lets say u work at the ADA as well and now yall r holding a meeting to go over some details for a random mission

Idk if its just me but... the way he sits there and is leading that whole shit, telling em what to do and how they could handle it the best way, while encouraging everyone to work hard n stuff... idk....

Its just so HOT 😳😳😳🤭

like hes so charismatic, fuck dazai, yall cant compare ANYONE to this man 😭😭😭😭😭😭 no wonder everyone follows him, id lick his shoes too 😭😭 HORNY JAIL FOR ME?????

anyway he dismisses everyone and the both of you are the last ones to be in the room bc u r just sitting at the table and staring at him like 😳

Dw my girl, hes been noticing the way you've been looking at him the whole time

"Is everything alright, my love? You've been staring at me for quite a while now."

"N-No its nothing 😳"

nah no need to hold back bc we know our knees r gonna buckle the second he takes ur hand

AND HE DOES 🤩🤩

his eyes slightly crinkle at the end as you can see amusement dance in them

"I know that look when something's on your mind. I'll respect your decision to not tell me but I'd like to know what it is."

honestly your red face is already proof enough whats on ur mind but how can u hide it when hes just looking at you with such an intense gaze UGH I LOVE THIS MAAAAAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"W-Well the way you just handle everything with ease even though its a lot of pressure and i dont know...it's just really admirable but also hot when you tell them what to do. wouldnt mind you doing that in the bedroom too, you know. id be a hole for u anytime like this... "

u tryna mumble that shit out of embarassement but he clearly heard you 💀

And he does go wide eyed out of surprise because DAMN thats still pretty straightforward and was kinda the last thing he'd thought you'd say but honestly... he doesnt mind it 💀

in facr hes liking it a bit too much for himself 💀💀 but who is he to complain? Especially when his lover is being so honest with him?

" So you want me to be a bit more authoritative in the bedroom? I-It might be a bit awkward for me to do so but if it's something you desire then we'll gladly try it out together. We should be done with the mission around the evening but if not then..."

you feel his hands gently cup your face as he presses his lips against yours before pulling a bit too soon for your liking

"Then I hope this will suffice until then. I'll be sure to thank you for your patience after everything's over."

THE ONLY THIINNGG

THE ONLY THING YOU CAN DO IS SAY YESSSS 🤩🤩😭😭😭😭😭

IDC IF IM NOT SPEAKING FOR EVERYONE BC

We WILL wait for him OKAY 💀💀✋✋✋

he just strokes your hair lovingly as you try to hide ur face bc hes just too blinding

anyway as the both of u get ready to leave, yall just hear quick shuffling behind yall bc OOPS

THE DOOR WAS OPEN 💀

THE KIDS DIDNT LEAVE LOL 💀💀 THEY HEARD EVERYTHING

"😳☺️🤭😏" u can choose which ADA member would make which face 💀💀💀

ngl u prob sometimes call them ur children and BRO

ranpo actually annoys u for some candy ngl 💀

u once punched dazai's gut bc yk he'd ask the stupid question like

"if you're our mom, would that make you a milf?"

send him back to the MAFIA trash can he came from 🤩🤩

jk but might write a oneshot about him even tho hes difficult to write 💀

will def do a part 2 of this bc it gives me an excuse to simp for these men 💀

[midnight-mourning]

DCA Promptober Day 16: Naughty

After day 15's, y'all can have a little treat, a little snack if you will, and by little treat I mean Moon and by little snack I mean you're kissing his flat face, read the content warning and have fun~

Content warning: Heavily suggestive themes, kissing and such, little bit of wire play, you know the drill, make smart choices and all that

Word count: 741

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Bonk.

You clench your fist slightly, but remain facing forward in your chair, eyes trained to the security camera feed.

Bonk. Jingle. 

Your eye twitches, but you relent, you won't let him win. Even though he's won pretty much every other time, you won't let him have this one. 

Jingle, click. Jingle, click, click, click. 

He's going to have to give up eventually, right? He knows you're at work! That you have a job. Sure, it's a pretty easy one and really, requires very little of your own attention span that you could allot time for, other activities, and honestly it's been a few days and you've been lacking any form of affection so really-

Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. 

You lightly pound your fist against the desk and turn around, tight-lipped. 

"Moon," You say, eyeing him as he stares down at you, hanging upside down from that wire of his. 

His eyes are crinkled with glee, "Hello, Star."

"May I help you?"

He swings back and then forward, "I think you already know the answer to that."

His faceplate almost meets your lips, but you stick your hand up just in time, "Ah ta ta ta ta, not so fast," You gently push him back, "I don't have time for this right now and you know it!"

"You're staring at a camera feed that has had the exact same level of activity for 45 minutes."

"And it could change at any time!" You throw your hands up, "I have to stay vigilant, on guard. Doing my job, so in case anything does happen, I'm well prepared for it."

Moon's face plate spins, and you cross your arms with a huff. 

When a few moments pass and he doesn't speak up, you spin around again, seeing the issue as settled for the time being. 

"It sounds to me that you just don't want to kiss me."

That, awakens something in you. Something angry. Annoyed. Maybe a little aroused, you will admit. 

You flip around again, "Oh that does it."

Moon snickers as you take hold of his face plate, tilting it down toward you. 

"You think being a nuisance, a pain, naughty, gets you what you want, huh?"

"Seems that way," He chuckles. 

You trace a finger along the side of his faceplate, "You're about to find out."

You kiss him, hard. Right across that stupid smile of his. Then another, and another. Sharp, quick kisses that shift from his mouth to his cheek, then down again. You reach a hand up, snaking it around the end of his hat and using it to tug him more down to you. 

Craning your neck, you tuck your head under the bot's chin and just behind his faceplate, allowing you access to the wires there. You open your mouth and trail your tongue along the metal of his neck. You feel a shiver erupt through his entire frame.

You didn't know he could do that.

But you're not done yet.

While in that same position, you find a wire and gently bite down. Moon freezes and you also pause. Then, his fans get a notch louder than they already were. You take it as a sign to continue. 

In the meantime, his hands keep themselves occupied by sneaking under the neckline of your shirt, tracing patterns into your collarbones. Your hands keep occupied by playing with the ruffle around his neck or tapping against his shoulders. 

When you're satisfied with your efforts, you pull away, staring at the dazed bot for a moment. Then, you plant a final kiss on his smile. 

You swipe your thumb over your lips, "Well, did you get everything you wanted?"

He has the audacity to giggle. 

"I... suppose," His faceplate spins. You think if steam could come off of him, it would be. 

You lick your lips, nodding. Your face is on fire, "Good. Glad that's settled then."

"Now then, if you'll excuse me," You turn around in your chair, scootching in, "I need to get back to work."

You jump when you hear a loud thump against the wall. Turning, you see Moon's fist has slammed into the light switch. You see his other hand is gripping his wrist, in a, really quite poor, effort to stop the action. With that, he goes limp on the wire, letting out another fit of giggles and a sigh. 

You turn around again, infuriated, as the lights come on. 

Bonk.

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Another treat from the drafts for you all

Find the masterlist here, thanks for reading!

[beanghostprincess]

there's just something so inherently poetic and romantic about zoro's devotion to luffy during all of wano that makes me go completely insane.

he sees luffy for the first time in like a week, which might not seem much but for them, who are used to feeling each other's presence all the time and did not have a good experience with being separated, it's torture to not be together. so of course they go all happy, kicking their feet and blushing when they reunite. then his captain is like "hey, this is tama. tama is our friend now" and zoro takes it extremely seriously and protects that random kid he has no connection to because luffy says so and, well, because she's just a kid and everything, but still i think zoro instantly accepting to adopt tama is really cute.

zoro acts like luffy's enabler during this arc, because his captain might do the most impulsive and reckless shit, and the dude will support him to death. even when he's just competing against kid and law to see who's stronger (or the dumbest), luffy is the most serious he's ever been here. of course, zoro has some moments of "okay, gotta stop this idiot" but it turns out zoro is fucking stupid too, and getting into a fight in the middle of a party while you look for your captain is just,,, so them.

and all of this is just silly moments that make you think "oh, okay, zoro is whipped, yes. we already knew that". but then he pulls the most romantic and poetic things we've ever witnessed in anime history and honestly, i fucking lose it every time he does things like this.

drake goes to them and asks if he can be on their side (btw dude could have just told luffy he knew koby somehow but okay) and zoro instantly goes 'protective first mate' mode and says "haha no the fuck you're not. disloyal people are the worst and you'll always be like that. once you betray someone there's no going back" which is something i love about zoro because, even if from his perspective drake was actually a member of kaido's crew and they're supposed to be the bad guys, zoro respects loyalty so fucking much that he doesn't care whose side are you on as long as you have your priorities and beliefs on the right place. i find that beautiful, especially knowing what comes next.

zoro is gifted a sword that theoretically could cut hell, to then being then perceived as the king of hell for the same reason, and then actually going to the battlefield and referring to it as hell itself because they're fighting to death against two emperors and saying "if you're sending our captain to hell, you'll have to take me with him" because he would quite literally go to hell for luffy. and then the guy goes and tells law "hey, this is going to hurt like a bitch and i might probably die. if that happens, you know, just take care of the rest because luffy trusts you too" and he goes and awakens his conqueror's haki without even meaning to and not even giving a single fuck when kaido tells him because his only ambition and will at the moment is protecting luffy and fighting for him. that, and also the countless times he saves luffy without hesitation during this fight, which are too much to remember but i swear every time he gets in between one of kaido's attacks and luffy, my heart does a backflip and i die. and also, the gentleness in which zoro treats luffy when he can't fight. the way he protects him when luffy puts all of his undying trust on zoro. they make me go wild.

the fact that luffy is constantly saying in this fight (and always, of course) that he's going to be the pirate king and showing it clearly with all of his parallelisms to roger, and then zoro pulling things that make him quite obviously the king of hell, just makes the whole "captain and first mate" thing seem so little for what they actually are. because we have 3 different couples of this kind in this story, and nobody compares to these two, because they're not just a captain and his first mate, they're literally kings. and i haven't watched more (i'm on episode 1030 if you're curious, uta time!) but i'm so excited to see how this develops. especially knowing the religious undertones behind whatever the fuck gear fifth is supposed to be (except for a lil cute and powerful af looney tune).

[almostwisegalaxy]

Yandere boy?

Cha hyun su x reader

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"Myong-oh............ Myong-oh "

She had been walking for three days in search of the person she loved so much. In the tall grass, she moved as fast as she could, but as carefully as she could.

"Myong-oh... Where are you? ............. "

"Where did you take my child .....?" She said crying.

Y/n was desperate. Her husband had left after an argument they'd had. She didn't know until it was too late that he had taken their 2-year-old son. As the sun was setting, she walked through the streets with a flashlight. In the distance she saw a man with a child. She walked toward the silhouette, hoping it was her little family.

"Myong-oh, Myong-oh wait".

But of course it wasn't them. It was a boy with a little girl.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else," she said with tears in her eyes.

Hyun Su was curious what a girl like her was doing in such a place at night, but he didn't stay too long. He started again when Ah-yi stopped him.

"Baby, baby," she says, pointing to her belly. She pulls Hyun Su's arm even harder to get his attention.

"Baby, baby"

That's when he finally noticed the girl's big belly that made it so hard for her to move. She holds on to a piece of wood to walk. She shakes and faints, but Hyun Su catches her just before she crashes into his belly. He and Ah-yi take her back to the boats.

3 days later

Y/n pov

Rays of sunlight awaken me from my restless sleep. I open my eyes and realize that I'm not in my cabin, but in a boat cabin. I sit up and look around to see a child drawing on the floor. I try to greet her, but she runs off to who knows where. Well, I think it would be better to go out and see where I am.

A young man stopped me.

"No, don't get up, you're still weak, you need to eat something first.

After you woke up, Hyun Su had convinced you to stay with them on the boat. It's been 3 months now. You were reluctant at first, insisting that you had to find your husband and son.

He kept telling you that he was probably already dead, killed by a monster, which is true and he knows it. But you refuse to listen to reason, because Myong-oh is waiting for you.

He is waiting for you.

Hyun Su's POV

Why won't she give up this stupid idea? Her "family" is dead. She's so stubborn. I don't want her to go. Her presence brings joy to Ah-yi and she opens up a little more every day. I can see that the reason she hasn't left yet is because of the little one. She's taken to her as if she were her own daughter. Every time y/n tries to leave, we get in the way and Ah-yi cries and squeezes her leg. I want her to like me too, not to run away when I'm around.

Now that Yi-kyeong has taken over, it's just the two of us on the boat. We fight all the time, I even had to chain her up in our room.

I.... It's not what I wanted, but I can't let her go. I don't know what to do to make her stay.

(Do you love her?) Yes .... Enormously

(Do you want her to stay?) Yes

(Would you use any means necessary?) ..... Yes

Hyun Su's eyes turned blue in a second. From the moment her monster took possession of her body, Y/n no longer had the choice of whether or not to stay.

[sprunkimortality]

Uhhhh Saves...are you alright?

[Faint bubbling and gurgling noises can be heard from the bucket on the floor as Black slowly awakened. An appendage peeked out of the bucket, then another, pulling Black's melted body out of his container- which toppled over sideways from the weight.

The shapeshifting mass poured out onto the floor, before rising, forming itself into the shape of the gentlemanly Sprunki which everyone was familiar with. With a yawn, he stretched out.]

Black: "Motherfucker, that was actually one of the best rests I've had."

[He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a not-so-pleasant sight; Saves had collapsed onto the floor, covering his face as his eyes overflowed with tears. Beside him was Sprinkles, who had her hands nervously holding onto him.

Hearing Black's voice, she turned towards him, the concern etched in her expression.]

Sprinkles: "G-Grandpapa Black...Grandpapa Saves is sad again..."

Black: "Oh, no..."

[Almost instantaneously, Black hurried over, rushing over to Saves' other side before placing his hand on the lavender Sprunki's shoulder.]

Black: "Hey, Saves...Saves, you okay? Look at me..."

Saves: "...B-Black...?"

Black: "Yes, yes, it's me. C'mere."

[Black wraps his arm around Saves' back. Saves curls inwards, his paws trembling as he grips onto the fabric of Black's suit.]

Saves: "Black...I-I'm forgetting..."

Black: "Shhh, shhh shhh...come on, breathe with me. Breathe..."

[Black directs Saves' gaze towards him as he demonstrated slow breaths, guiding Saves to do the same. Saves was still trembling as he inhaled and exhaled, tears flowing down his cheeks. Sprinkles found herself mimicking their breathing patterns as well.]

Black: "You'll be alright, Saves."

Saves: "...my name..."

Black: "...your name?"

Saves: "...I- I need to remember...my name."

[Black paused. His eyes trailed off for a moment as he too struggled to recall what Saves' name was. He knew that Saves was a nickname, and long ago he'd heard him utter his real name. But it had been a long while since then.

Awkwardly, he leaned over, facing Sprinkles.]

Black: "Kid."

Sprinkles: "Y-Yeah, Grandpapa?"

Black: "You uh, happen to know ol' Saves' full name?"

Sprinkles: "...um, it's Lou...something...?...I know it ends with Emfield, but..."

[Black sighed lightly as he continued to hold Saves close.]

Black: "Does he have any ID cards anywhere?"

Sprinkles: "...I'll look for them, Grandpapa!"

Black: "Yeah, please do."

[Sprinkles nodded as she hurried off.]

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???: "YOU ALREADY KNOW MY NAME FROM ELSEWHERE.

I WILL NOT SAY IT AGAIN."

???: "...NO ONE ELSE, TRULY."

???: "MR. EMFIELD HAS RAISED HER SINCE LATE INFANCY. HE CHERISHES HER. HER NAME SLIPS HIS MIND, AND YET HE STILL RECALLS HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER. TRULY REMARKABLE."

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[In the Underground Lab...]

Clukr: "Hey, I overheard you over there. Are you trying to give Saves medication for his amnesia? Well...I hate to say this, really, but...medications don't work on him any more.

I had assisted with his memory loss long ago. I took him to the Big City frequently, getting him tested and having multiple things prescribed to him. Initially, it worked. But it seems that he's at the stage where even the prescriptions stop working."

[Clukr sighs wistfully, crossing his arms as he looked up at the ceiling.]

Clukr: "The collection is all he has, I suppose...he's grown quite old by now."

[obsessedelusional]

Dangerous Woman

paring ✦ konig x fem!reader

summary ✦ Konig can’t stand you but you know he’s full of lies. One day it hits you, you’ve never seen his face. As an attempt to make him drop his mask, you give him a hug. It awakens something inside him causing the quiet man to beg for more of your attention.

word count ✦ 4.2k

authors note ✦ the konig brain rot has been so real I need this man immediately so this is my FIRST TIME writing for him, anyways I’m not versed in the cod universe so be nice pls bc the fuck I look like know jack diddly about the military ok I’m learning ):

Feedback & Reblogs are helpful and extremely appreciated ♡ (was obsessedmunson)

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Konig couldn’t stand you. He thought you were the most annoying person he had ever met. At least that’s what he lead everyone. You knew better though, able to see through his annoyed facade. He’s was a fairly quiet man but you enjoyed his company. Forming a tiny crush that you assumed would go nowhere with the quiet giant. Before you joined the team he was often alone. Now you’d make a point to include him in everything, dragging him along where ever you went. He pretended to hate it every time knowing damn well he longed for the knock on his door, praying that it was you to bother him.

You were the newest to the group, only part of the crew for six months. Not once had you seen under his mask. It never really crossed your mind until one day when the two of you were sat alone in the commons area. He’s sat there reading when it hits you. You have no idea what Konig looks like. You get up from where you’re sat, he looks up almost immediately watching you approach him.

“What?” He questions, eyes on you as you sit next to him on the couch.

“What’re you hiding under there?” You ask, now inches away from his masked face.

“My face.” He replies flatly, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Can I see?” You ask as your fingers graze the hem of his mask ready to pull it up if he gives you permission.

“Do not touch.” He spits, grabbing your wrist tightly. You quickly wiggle your arm out of his embrace.

“Please.” You smile, backing away.

“Nein.” He says his attention back on the book.

“Come on. Aren’t we friends? You see my face everyday it’s only fair.” You respond, trying to reason with him.

“No we’re not.” He says this too quickly, not registering the words before the come out. Immediately filled with regret but it’s too late, your face is already filled with shock.

“It’s a waste of time. Don’t bother me about it anymore.” He adds, regretting every word that leaves his mouth. He closes his book and stands up to leave but you refuse to drop the topic, following him.

“It is not a waste of time because you’re not a waste of time.” You say, still being kind to him even when he’s not. It takes a moment for your words to sink in, before he turns back and stares at you.

"Oh, really?" His eyebrows raise, voice dripping in sarcasm.

“Yes really.”

“I don’t understand. Why do you care?” He questions, hoping you’ll drop it knowing you won’t.

“Because I do. I don’t think you’re nearly as scary as you present yourself as. I think you’re putting on a front so nobody can get close.” You explain, being more vulnerable than you have been with him before.

"Prove it. Make me drop the act right here and now." His gaze is unflinching, boring into you as he waits for you to do something. You two sit there in silence for a moment, looking at each other. You take him by surprise when you close the distance, wrapping your arms around his waist. Hugging him softly. He freezes for a moment, before stiffening.

"...What the h-hell are you doing?" His voice is soft, confused. You don’t respond, hugging him tighter.

“Get… off me.” He says, pushing you away. His voice is a whisper as he says it. His mind is racing, trying to understand what just happened. Only to look down at you, seeing you stood there looking up at him through your lashes causes a heat to rise inside him.

"W-Why did you... do that?" He shakes his head, slowly rubbing his neck. The warm feeling spreads through his body, as if your small gesture has awakened something within him.

“Making you drop the act.”

“I hated that.” He mutters, through gritted teeth.

“Sure you did.” You joke, tone letting him know you don’t believe him. Without warning and before he can respond, you turn to leave. He’s more confused than before, watching you go. Wishing you would stay. He decides to follow you, keeping a small distance.

"Where are you going?" His voice is filled with annoyance, but the concern for your well-being is still there - just hidden beneath layers of toughness.

“Why do you care?” You ask.

“Because I do. Just answer my question.” He says glaring at you but his voice laced with amusement.

“That’s crazy. All I had to do was give you a hug and now you’re following me around and suddenly caring.” You laugh, he doesn’t find it as funny.

"Shut up. I didn't say I cared about you-" He trails off, the words dying on his lips. Causing your smile to grow.

“Just imagine what would happen if I actually got my hands on you.” You say, tone more flirty than you had intended. You can’t see it but his face flushes a deep red.

"What... get your hands on me? What do you mean? What’re you trying to do to me?" He bites his tongue, trying to hold in the growing embarrassment.

“I don’t know. What do you want me to do?” You ask, forcing him to be the one to initiate something more.

“Get lost," he whispers. But he doesn't mean it, and you can tell. The idea of being with you, in that way, makes him uncomfortable, but excited.

“Fine. I’ll get lost.” You say before attempting to leave this situation again. He watches you walk away, noticing the sway of your hips. Those legs... those thighs. A slight pang of jealousy, and lust, shoots up his spine. A dark desire, growing within.

"Wait.” He whispers, causing your ears to perk up and stop you in your tracks.

“Yes?” You smile, facing him.

“Can we go somewhere more… private?” He asks.

“Where?”

"I don't care. Just somewhere... quiet." His hand reaches out and he slowly brushes his fingertips against your arm.

"...Please?" He begs, gaze heavy on you trying to gauge your reaction. The sight of this 6’10 quiet giant begging for you’re attention, has your stomach doing flips. So incredibly ready to make him beg more.

“Are you sure you can handle me?” You ask. Wanting him to know exactly what he’s getting himself into. Not sure if his quiet, anxious self could keep up with you.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" His question is asked with a smirk, as he tries to mask the excitement growing within his body.

"Either way, I am not scared of you." He adds, looking down on you.

“Maybe you should be.”

"And why is that?" He chuckles and you notice his eyes lingering on your figure.

“Because all it took was a hug and you folded. I’m gonna have you wrapped around my finger in no time.”

“I doubt that.” He says, crossing him arms against his chest.

“Just wait till you get a taste.” You tease, your hand playfully poking his chest.

"A t-taste.... of what?" His eyes flicker down to your mouth, as an image pops into his mind - an image of him kissing your lips. His breathing grows deep and erratic, causing him to blush furiously under his mask. Even more grateful for it in this moment.

"Y-You need to be careful what you say." He says before you can answer.

“Why? I don’t want to be careful. I know what I want.” You admit, your bluntness is taking him by surprise. He steps forward, towering over you.

"What... exactly... do you want from me?" He narrows his eyes, almost daring you to say it.

“I want to make you feel so good that you come crawling back for more.” You admit, moving closer. His body stiffens, his eyes widening in surprise. He can barely believe his ears, the blood rushing to his face.

"Y-You are..." His voice drops to a hoarse whisper, "...a very dangerous woman."

“You really want to make me feel that way?” He asks as he runs his hand through his hair, as he tries to gather his wits. You respond with a nod.

"Then... show me." His words hang in the air, as his body slowly draws closer to yours. Your eyes flicker down his form, taking in every inch of his muscles. The tension in the air rises, both of you wanting the same thing, yet neither of you daring to go the extra step forward.

“Ahh but I can’t. You won’t even take off your mask.” You say, your teasing sends chills down his spine.

"...You know exactly what you're doing to me. You’re going to make me loose all control of myself." He sighs accepting defeat.

“Just give me all the control. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

"Why should I?" He tilts his head, his eyes locking onto yours.

"What do you want me to do? Get on my knees? Beg for you?" His voice drops, becoming a quiet whisper realizing what he’s done.

“Actually now that you mention it…” You respond, biting your lip. Testing your limits with him, see how far he’ll go.

"You're evil." His voice is husky, lips trembling slightly. For some reason, he wants to give in. To do as you please.

“Beg.” You demand, voice suddenly a lot more serious than before. His face flushes, but his pride stops him from giving in to you. He clenches his teeth, struggling with everything he has not to give in to your command.

"Beg you, huh?" His voice is rough now, cracking a little. With each passing second, the idea becomes more tempting.

"And what if I... refuse?" He questions, hoping there’s another route to get what he wants out of this.

“Then we can stop this right here and go our separate ways.” You respond, flatly. His pride battles with the desire to have you. It's a losing battle, but he still tries to fight back.

"...You're bluffing." He’s looking at you, waiting for you to take it back. You don’t.

"Why would you back down?" His eyes glance at your thighs, the curves of your body. His heart is racing, breath coming in rapid gasps. The word slips out without thought.

"...Please." He whispers, barely audible.

“Can’t hear you.” You grin, knowing you’re winning this battle. He groans in frustration.

"...Please." This time he says it louder.

“Please what? I need words.”

"Please… T-Touch me." His words are soft and needy, his voice sounding shaky. The need to have you grows overwhelming. All he can think about is having you. Feeling you. Tasting you. When you don’t respond quickly enough he continues.

"Please, please," His voice drops to a whisper. He can’t even look at you as the pleas leave his mouth.

“So needy.” You tease, before grabbing his hand and leading him straight to your bedroom. Once alone you push him ever so gently onto your bed. His large frame falls, sitting at the edge of the bed waiting for further instruction. You eye him up and down before, tugging at his mask. When he doesn’t stop you, you pull it off. You stand in front of him, face to face as he sits there.

The two of you sit in silence for some time as you take in his features. His piercing blue eyes, surrounded by smudged black paint is the first thing you take notice of. Moving onto the mop of dirty blonde hair on his head, matching his thick brows. His face has a few scars, is scattered with freckles, and light stubble. The largest scar, cuts through his strong jaw and up his face. You lightly trace it with you finger, he shudders under your light touch. Nobody has touched his face in years. The feeling foreign. He looks at you, worried waiting for you to have a reaction. Whether it be negative or positive, he needs you to say anything at this point.

“You’re beautiful.” You smile, softly cupping his jaw causing him to smile and his cheeks to flush red. He stays silent, his eyes glued to your lips. Every inch that you move closer is a torment, your lips mere inches away from his now. Your breath is warm and sweet, making him want to grab you and kiss you. He wants you to have all the control though, so he begs.

"Oh god... please.” His muscles tense, every nerve in his body begging to touch you.

“Such a good boy.” You laugh softly before pressing your lips to him and finally give him what he so desperately craves. He freezes in your grasp, eyes fluttering shut. His heart beats out of his chest, every fiber of his being filled with a mix of euphoria and shame - both feeling equally delicious. His fingers dig into your hips, grasping onto you.

"Y-You can't... make me feel this way..." He mutters when you pull away to breath.

“How am I making you feel?” You question, wanting to hear all the details. His fingertips slide up your thighs and rest on your waist.

"I-I... I feel like I can't think straight anymore. Like I’m read to do whatever you ask of me." His body trembles with anticipation, eyes searching yours.

“More.. please. I need more.” He begs, his hands pulling you closer.

“So greedy already.” You tease, voice filled with satisfaction. You’ve only kissed this man and he’s desperate for more of your attention. His face is flushed, his body trembling slightly.

"Please... Don't make me wait." He moves a little closer, eyes slowly trailing over you. With out warning your lips are on his again, pushing him further onto the bed. Before you know it, your straddling his body as he lays on his back. His hands are frantic, moving up and down you. Unsure of where to begin, afraid he’s going to miss out on something. As you press your weight onto him, you can feel how hard he is for you. Mentally taking note of how big he feels, through all the layers of clothing. Both of you audibly gasp as you grind on him.

“More.” He croaks into the kiss, causing you to laugh before giving in. Kissing down his jaw, nibbling softly as you kiss down his neck. He breaths hard, a slew of words in a language you don’t understand leave his mouth. His accent heavier than normal. He’s well aware of the marks your leaving and he doesn’t care. Knowing his mask will cover them.

When you pull away, his disappointment is evident. Only to be subdued when he realizes what you’re doing. Your fingers, are reaching for the hem of your shirt. Slowly pulling it over your head. He watches in awe as you, undo the back strap of your bra. As you throw it off to the side he’s looking at you like he’s waiting for permission.

“You can….” Before you can even finish, his mouth has one of your breast licking at your nipple. His other hand is kneading at your second breast, letting your nipple pinch between his fingers. Shutting you up real quick, as you arch into his touch. Letting soft moans leave your lips that stay parted slighty as he does his work. He looks up at the sight of you enjoying yourself and he can feel himself getting more worked up, not realizing that was even possible.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He whispers, letting your nipple slip out of his mouth. You start pulling at his shirt and he helps you remove it. His chest is littered with scars you kiss so softly down his chest, letting your hands explore all this new area.

Each kiss is like a jolt of electricity, sending a rush through his body. His body trembles with every touch, barely able to keep himself still. He looks like a feral beast, trying everything in his power not to take what he desires.

"It's all yours... I'm yours... whatever you want...." His voice is hoarse, as he watches your mouth on his body. Your lips send him into a dizzying trance, his heartbeat increasing with every passing moment.

“Good boy.” You grin, focusing on his pants. His breathing grows quick and heavy, his hands clench into fists. His body trembles, as he stares intently at your actions. Watching you as you unbuckle his pants, pulling them down slowly. He fights back against his urges, trying desperately to keep control. But... he can't. You've pulled him out of his shell, bringing out a more primal side of him.

"W-What are you...?" His voice trails off as your start palming his hard on through his boxers. He groans in pleasure, letting his head fall back onto the bed. It terrifies him how much he’s enjoying this.

“I’m gonna reward you for being a good boy.” You purr, pulling his boxers down. Finally letting his cock breath. You grasp it at the base, it’s heavy as you make it stand straight up. He bites his lower lip, trying to maintain his composure.

"I... I can't handle this..." He groans, already so overwhelmed and you haven’t done anything yet. His heart races, body trembling in lust and your start to move your wrist up and down.

"What have I become?" He thinks out loud, looking down at you with his shaft in your hand. But it's too late now - his body is no longer his, it belongs to you. He bites his lower lip, unable to look away from what you’re doing to him.

"...I'm yours... do... do whatever you want.” As soon as he’s able to get those words out, you kiss his tip before swirling your tounge around it.

“Fuck.” He groans, involuntarily bucking his hips. Emitting a laughter from you, he doesn’t care because suddenly your lips part and begin to suck him off. Your cheeks hallow as you move up and down his cock. It’s too big, so your hands move around the base of shaft while your mouth focuses on the top half.

It’s taking everything in will power to not grab the back of your head and force you to take it all, not wanting to take more than your willing to give. Not wanting to do anything that would cause you to stop. After all you said he was suppose to give you full control. The two of you are making eye contact as you continue to suck. He can’t help it when his hands find your hair, just wanting to touch you. He moans as you test your gag reflex, pushing his cock deeper into the back of your throat. His native language leaves his mouth roughly as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You gag before pulling away, your lips slick and swollen. A long string of salvia hangs from your chin and attaches to his dick. You wipe away at your chin, using that salvia to pump his shaft with your hand. Spiting all the built up salvia onto him as your continue to pump his cock.

Your swollen lips form a smile as you watch him lose himself under your touch. This giant killing machine is putty under your touch, willing to do whatever you asked of him and you were going to see just how far he’d go for you. He watches you, grunting as you continue to jack him off. Wondering what’s got you smiling, terrified but excited for what’s to come next. When you pull away, he waits. He watches as you start to pull your pants off, taking your underwear with them. They fall to the floor, he gulps as you climb back onto him.

You let your cunt rest on his cock, he shutters at the new feeling. You start rolling your hips, teasing his cock with your pussy. Moans leave your lips as it bumps your clit and teases your hole. Mentally preparing for the stretch that’s about to come. It’s not enough for him so he starts to beg again.

“Please… I need you.” Your movements have sent his heart into an emotional whirlwind. His body craves to have you.

"More..." His voice is hoarse, and his eyes are glued to your movements. You lift your body, pushing yourself up onto you knees before grabbing his cock and lining it up with your hole. Slowly sinking down, allowing him to fill you up. A hint of pain finds you as, his cock stretches you out inch by inch. You sit there for a few moments, letting your core adjust to this new reality.

He lays still, watching as his cock disappears into your cunt. Music to his ears are the groans that leave your mouth, accompanied by the wet sounds of your pussy being split. He mutters a few curse words once you’ve fully taken his full length. A few moments later, you start rolling your hips slowly. The both of you moaning at the movement, his hands finding your hips. His fingers digging into your skin. His eyes lock onto yours. Your hips move slow, painfully slow.

“I.. please….” He whimpers, desperate for more. You slow down even more, smirking. Enjoying the sight of him suffering under you.

“Words. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want.” You smile, moving your hips. Your hands resting on his chest to hold yourself up.

“Faster, please. I need more..” His voice breaks, as he tightens his grip around your waist. He feels like he's going insane, his mind spinning at the sensation. You give in, your pace quickens. Grinding in a relaxed rhythm, not wanting to give him it all so quickly. His hands continue to dig into hips, not wanting to let go. Pushing you deeper onto his cock. He begins bucking his own hips under you, adding to your pleasure.

Before you know it he’s begging for more. Please so easily leaving his lips, getting more comfortable begging for what he wants. As you fuck him, he’s in heaven watching your every moment. His breath is ragged while his body is trembling under your touch. Your rhythm turns more frantic as you speed up. Breathy moans leaving both of you as your tempo is unrelenting.

You let yourself lean back, your arms find his thighs as you never stop moving. You continue to fuck his cock at a brutal pace. Only now the way your leaning back giving him an ever better view. He can’t look away from the sight of your pussy, grinding so masterfully on his own cock. You can feel heat pooling in your lower back, you’re close. Needing something more to send you over the edge. You start massaging your clit, overwhelming your senses. He realizes quickly, getting more turned on at the thought of you only using him for your own pleasure. Not paying him all that much attention as your eyes shutter close, curse words leaving your lips. Your touch causing your cunt to tighten on his cock, leading him to more pleasure.

Your nerves are on fire as your fingers stay playing with your clit. Poorly holding back your moans as you can feel yourself chasing your climax. Your hips stutter, walls flutter around his cock as you come undone. The sight of you being push over the edge is enough to push him. His muscles tighten before he empties his load inside of you. Yours hips keep moving, only more lazily milking every last drop of his seed. Eventually you come to a stop, with his cock still inside you kiss him tiredly. Both of your juices mixing, dripping out of you and onto him. A mess created where the two of you are joined. Konig kisses you back, hands pulling you closer as you keep his cock warm.

—

The next morning Konig opens his eyes, and looks around to find you gone. His eyes dart around, trying to take in what happened last night. It was real, but a part of him is still in disbelief. Looking for any sign of you still being here but there isn’t any. His mind is still spinning, the events of the night playing in his mind. He groans slightly, getting out of the bed just to take in the morning sun. But he can't shake the feeling you left him, as the last remnants of last night linger. He gets a start to his day, mind racing with the worst possible reasons as to why you were gone. Maybe you regretted last night? Was he not good enough? Did you use him? You made him feel so many things, he gave you full control. And you couldn’t even be there when he woke up. He’s more confused than ever, hoping he’d see you today at some point.

[books4ever03]

It's Oh So Sweet (18+ Rosquez)

Tags: 18+, public blowjob, Marc is a menace, protective Marc, revenge sex

Minors do not interact!

Wordcount: 2.6k

After 1.043 days Marc finally wins a race again. At home in Spain no less. But what happens when he finds out that his brother got taken out by one of Rossi's pupils?

Put that together with some old resentment and anger towards the Italian and mix in Marc winning in Italy the week after as well as a meeting and you get this. Whatever this is.

English isn't my first language.

Find me on ao3: Booklover03

@eternalsams

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He did it. He fucking did it. After two years, ten months, one week and six days Marc has won a race again. And it feels absolutely fantastic. As he crosses the finish line he doesn’t hide his pride. His excitement. So much hard work, so much pain and errors he had to endure. But it was all worth it. Every damn second. Marc feels unstoppable as he pulls into parc ferme. His team and family are already waiting for him with big smiles and cheers. Jumping off the bike as soon as he can he sprints towards them, falling into their arms and letting the pats and punches wash over him. He looks around for Alex, last time he saw his baby brother was third and Marc can’t wait to share another podium with him. To share his joy. His brows furrow in confusion when he spots Jorge and Pedro pull in behind him. Turning back to his team he sees a familiar figure out of his leathers and disappointment in his eyes, even though he tries to hide it with a big smile. But Marc knows his brother better than that. Pulling him into a tight hug he demands, “Tell me what happened.” Because he knows that Alex didn’t crash on his own. Not with the way his entire body is tense and the entire team goes silent as they watch their exchange. Something happened and they don’t want to tell him. Wrong decision.

Marc takes his brother’s face and gives him that look where the younger man knows there’s no way for him to escape before he answers. “It was Bagnaia. Rossi’s perfect little soldier.” But it’s not Alex who says it, even though the younger man’s eyes flash dangerously at the mention of a certain Italian. Marc slowly turns to look at their mother whose expression can only be described as thunderous as he processes what she just said. Ever since 2015 his mother has disliked the man who had hurt her boy. And that dislike had only grown with every instance that happened after that. When 2019 happened she had refused to speak his name or even acknowledge his existence. Marc has no doubt that if she were to run across him, they’d have to bail her out of the local police station holding cell. He’d take her out to one of her favourite restaurants right after and spoil her rotten for days but that’s a completely different story. Right now he’s looking at Alex whose jaw is clenched so hard he worries the younger’s teeth will shatter any minute. There is a fury in his eyes that awakens something deep inside of Marc. A similar feeling though much older. It had been years since he had last waisted any drop of emotion on the Italian, finally deciding that the man was not worthy of his thoughts. But here he was again. Wesleying his way back into Marc’s head and using not only his protege to do it but also Alex. The person Marc loves more than anyone else in the world.

He’d go to war for his brother who had to endure far too much already from the Italian and his people with his only crime being that he’s Marc’s little brother. “I will not stand for this. He’s taken things too far once again,” Marc says in a low voice and while his mother gives him a small but feral smile, his father just looks at him with tired eyes. It makes him look older, that look of disappointment and disapproval and it doesn’t sit right with Marc. But he can’t stand by while his baby brother gets caught in the crossfire. With a silent plea to understand directed at his father Marc squeezes Alex’s neck one last time before he’s being pulled away by an official for his interview. Before he knows it he’s up on the top step of the podium, the masses screaming his name while he’s being sprayed by Jorge and Pedro. He lets himself enjoy it while he can. He’ll deal with Pecco and the Italian later. Now he’ll let himself be celebrated like a hero who has just returned home after years of absence. And it is glorious.

As soon as he’s off the podium and manages to persuade his team to let him go take a shower he makes a b-line for the motorhome of his future teammate. He doesn’t bother changing out of his leathers. That can wait. First he needs to have a little chat with Bagnaia. He’s seen the footage of the crash and yes, while it could have been avoided, it was a racing incident. Both riders saw a line, an opportunity and went for it, neither of them baking down. That’s racing. Even if some people will never look at it like that. Marc knows this better than anyone. He doesn’t have to wait long after knocking for the door to open and a very exhausted looking Bagnaia standing in front of him. The younger man’s shoulders drop as soon as he sees just who’s come knocking and Marc can see that he’s bracing himself for a verbal lashing. Well, he’ll have to disappoint him.

“Are you okay?” He asks instead and watches with amusement as confusion takes over the rider’s face. “Some bruising. All okay. Alex?” Marc gives him a small smile, hoping that it will distract from the way he knows his eyes are burning. “He is the same. Maybe wait until next weekend to talk to him. You are going to talk to him, yes?” It feels more like an accusation than he means to but it does the job. The young Italian stands up taller and determination so similar to someone else fills his eyes. “Of course,” Bagnaia replies before nervously scratching the back of his neck when Marc stays silent. “I am sorry that it happened, of course. I hope we are okay?” It comes out hesitant and for a split second Marc sees the real Pecco. Not the golden boy protege persona he puts on for the media. For him. Marc looks him up and down, deciding the best way to approach this. “We are,” he says and watches the other rider visibly relax. “Counter to someone’s beliefs I am not looking for trouble. Especially not with a future teammate.”

The younger man doesn’t show it but Marc knows they both know who he means. Taking a step closer he smiles when the other doesn’t retreat. It’s going to be fun to see just how far the two of them will push each other next season, he thinks. “I want you to give him a message for me, yes? Tell him,” he says, breaking off for a moment just to see the younger man squirm a bit at the proximity. “Tell him that he can say about me whatever he wants. That he can even put his little lap dog and pupils on me on and off track. But-,” Another pause. “Keep Alex out of it. My brother has done nothing to him and still suffered for my - no, for our - mistakes. He has lost more than enough because of it all And I will not stand for it a single moment longer.” With a slightly feral smile Marc pulls back, letting the poor boy breathe again. “You will tell him, yes? Please? I would really appreciate it.” And with a pat on the younger man’s shoulder, he turns around and goes back to his own motorhome for a long awaited shower before he heads out to the club to celebrate some more. He did just win a race at home after all.

Even a week later the euphoria is still there and there’s a kick in his step as he walks through the paddock. He’s in enemy territory which always gives him that extra thrill. But today is special. Not only is he on pole - again - with Bagnaia starting a few positions behind him - again - but today is special. Because a certain curly haired Italian is in the paddock, only two garages down from his. And if that knowledge doesn’t send a tingle down Marc’s spine. He can hardly keep his grin in check as he makes his way onto the grid where his team is already waiting with the bike.

Part of him really hopes that Bagnaia passed on his message. It would be such a shame if he didn’t. But judging from the glares Bezzecchi keeps sending him all weekend, Marc has a pretty strong feeling that his message was passed on to someone. Speaking of the devil, the younger rider glares at him as he passes and Marc can’t help but mess with him, sending him a wink with a cheeky grin. If he does a questionable motion with his hand and tongue too no one needs to know. But he does throw his head back with a laugh at the deep red blush creeping up Bezzecchi’s neck as he remembers their encounter in the club’s bathroom the week before. Oh yeah, Marc’s going to enjoy teasing him about that. But first, he has a race to win.

There’s a comfortable gap between him and Bagnaia and Bezzecchi so after one last look over his shoulder he leans back on the bike, crossing his arms in front of his chest. No one can see it but he’s grinning under his helmet. And he knows if he looks into a mirror right now his gaze would be predatory. Because he already knows that he’ll be getting a visit later. And if that isn’t exciting. Once again he celebrates with the team, does the interview and makes his way up to the podium. But this time he’s flanked by two Italians in front of their home crowd. You could cut the tension with a knife. As soon as the last note of the Spanish anthem ends he’s sprayed with Prosecco from both sides before he gets even. Marc takes his time with Bezzecchi, making sure to aim right at his face and mouth, daring him to open it and swallow. But the younger man is stubborn as ever causing Marc to grin at him cheekily, sending him a wink before he turns his attention to his team.

He’s still on the high of his win when he walks back to his motorhome, still in his leathers that are now drenched in sweat and Prosecco. When he walks up to it, he sees a familiar figure leaning against the side of it in the shadows. If you didn’t know him, you’d miss him completely. But Marc knows him. He knows it every time that the other man is in his vicinity. A smug expression settles on Marc’s face but he quickly scolds it as he gets closer. Let the man think he’s the one with all the control. Let him believe that he still has power of Marc. For a moment he acts like he doesn’t see the man and just keeps walking when a hand shoots out from the shadows and wraps itself around his wrist in a tight grip. The Spaniard suppresses a smug grin. The game has officially begun. And he doesn’t plan on losing. He’s on a winning streak after all. It’s showtime. Feigning surprise he lets himself be pulled into the shadows and caged against the wall of his motorhome. He lets out a small curse that sounds like he just got scared. “Marc.” Taking a shuddering breath he swallows hard before replying. “Rossi."

Because he’s no longer Vale - not even Valentino - to him. No, that was a long time ago. And he won’t give in just yet. Make the Italian work for it a little bit. “It was a good race.” Marc wets his lips and a thrill shoots up his spine when he sees the older man’s eyes tracking the movement. So he does it again just to feel the way the hand around his wrist tightens just the tiniest bit. “It was,” he says, playing up the breathiness of his voice. “Why are you here, Vale? Why are you doing this? Why now?” He asks, breathless and makes a show of flickering his attention from the Italian’s lips to his eyes and back. Marc doesn’t miss the way the older man’s breath catches at the use of his nickname, his piercing eyes trained on the Spaniard’s lips as they form each letter. “Vale?” It comes out a bit whiny, just the way Marc knows he likes it.

He watches with satisfaction as the Italian’s control seems to waver with every passing second. Rossi curses under his breath. “I wanted to talk to you,” the older rider says while simultaneously leaning closer. Now their bodies are touching from head to toe and Marc can feel the way it’s affecting the Italian. Marc isn’t unaffected about this either, his leathers growing tighter. “Pecco told me your message.” The Spaniard hums, tipping his head back to look up at the man with heavy lidded eyes. “Is that all?” He asks and sneaks his hands down until they rest on the Italian’s waist. “I also wanted to congratulate you. For the win in Spain,” Rossi says, though his voice is rough and no louder than a whisper. Feeling daring, Marc brings his face closer, so close that their lips are slightly brushing against each other as he says, “Then congratulate me. Show me what I deserve for winning again.” It’s a dare, a dangerous one and for a moment he’s not sure if he just pushed too far and ruined everything.

But those worries disappear as quickly as Rossi sinks to his knees, opening Marc’s leathers as he goes down. The Spaniard watches him like a hawk, not wanting to miss even a single second, not even taking his eyes off the man when his cock is suddenly enveloped in wet heat. Letting out a slight hiss, he quickly buries his hand in the familiar curls, just resting there. Because he knows as soon as he pushes or tries to set a pace this game is over. Because as much as Rossi loves a dick in his mouth, he doesn’t like being told how to do it. So Marc just watches, groaning and moaning as the other man sinks down deeper on his cock, his throat fluttering around it. It’s nearly embarrassing how fast Rossi can still get him to the edge but right now Marc doesn’t care. All he cares about is that he has the Valentino Rossi on his knees for him, with his dick in his mouth and hungry for his cum. And who is Marc to deny him that?

Without a warning he thrusts his hips forward while simultaneously pushing the Italian’s head down, forcing himself as deep as possible as he crashes over the edge. Both of them are panting when Rossi slowly pulls off Marc’s spent cock, a string of cum breaking only when the older man flicks out his tongue. The Spaniard regards him for a moment, taking in the picture he makes with his hair all messy and face flushed. Not waiting for Rossi to get back up from his knees, Marc tugs himself away and zips his leathers back up just enough to be deemed decent. Looking down at the man who was once his idol, his hero, his friend and even his lover, he tilts his head and hums. “You should talk to little Marco. You could learn a thing or two from him.” And off he goes, leaving the Italian on his knees, stunned and confused, still hard in his trousers and cum dribbling down his chin.

[heavenlyraindrops]

The Devil Made Me Do It | Arcane | Silco x Reader | Chapter Seventeen

available on AO3 and Quotev | visit the first tag for other chapters | warnings: profanity, violence, guns, blood and injury, choking (in a non-freaky way), sexual tension if you SQUINT,

summary:

In the midst of an unfortunate run-in with the enforcers, you meet the young revolutionary Silco, and by extension, his friends Vander and Felicia. Growing close friends, you get through life in the undercity together, determined to make Zaun a better place. Until tragedy strikes, and betrayal and carelessness stabs hard enough to turn you bitter. Years later as time solidifies the scars, Silco proves to be a thorn in your side. You, in his. Hatred festers. And your world cracks further open.

Chapter Seventeen:

Allison had begun to have night terrors.

You didn’t know how they’d started or why, but most nights you would awaken with her relentlessly knocking on your bedroom door. You’d force yourself to get up and let her in, allowing her to curl up next to you on your bed, as long as she wasn’t too close to you or touching you.

You didn’t want to get too close to the girl.

Listening to her soft breathing, sleep forgotten, gave you time to contemplate. You watched the girl turn over, mumbling something under her breath, and you yourself turned over to face the wall. Something had been nagging at the back of your mind for a while now:

Why do you favour this kid?

Your eyes squeezed shut. The answer was obvious, of course, not that you felt any less guilty admitting it. She reminds you of Alice. That’s the only reason you give a damn about this kid. Your hand clenched into a fist, clutching the bedsheets. ‘Don’t want to get too close.’ Pssh, oh please. It’s already too late. 

You can’t replace Alice. You can’t fill the void in your heart with another girl and try and make her be like Alice. She doesn’t deserve that.

“But I don’t…” you mumbled, trailing off. Alice stirred.

“Madam?” She asked sleepily. “Did you say something?”

“No, sweethea- Allison, go back to sleep.” You buried your face in your pillow and tried to ignore the warmth radiating from the girl next to you.

You completed the thought in your head. But I don’t expect her to be another Alice. I know she’s her own person. You sneaked a glance at her already sleeping form.

But you were scared.

What if something happened again?

What if she died?

You sighed. Now was not the time to be worrying about all of this. Now was the time to go to sleep. 

-

“More conflict has risen at the factory,” Donna recited, a clipboard in her hands as she read out the report to you. “Silco’s men don’t plan on backing down. What should we do?”

You frowned, absentmindedly inhaling from your cigarette. Smoke curled around you. “We can’t back down either. Change tactics, send in more men. I don’t care what happens.” 

“[name]…” she said quietly. You looked up, frown deepening. 

“What?”

Donna sighed, and walked towards you, setting the clipboard down on the table. “There’s a chance enforcers might get involved.”

You stiffened. “What?” You repeated.

She shifted uncomfortable, avoiding your gaze. She knew enforcers were a touchy subject for you. “Our team saw a bunch of enforcers around the area. Looked like they were staking it out.” But then she shrugged. “But like… they left after a while. Crawled back to their utopia.”

You inhaled from the cigarette deeply, leg shaking. Your silence was suffocating.

She ploughed on. “We’re assuming what’s happening at the factory is catching their attention. Although-“ she frowned. “It’s strange that they’re so interested in one factory, out of all the conflicts in Zaun.” She looked at you expectantly, as if you must have had an idea.

More silence.

She cleared her throat. “Well, I, uh… I suspect it’s maybe because they just cleared it out?” She nodded to herself, because you didn’t.

Eventually, you said:

Nothing.

Donna shuffled her feet. “O-okay, well, I’ll tell them to avoid conflict with the enforcers.” She spun around to escape the insanely uncomfortable situation. “Bye.”

You didn’t stop her as she left.

-

“Remind me again why I agreed to accompany you on this… errand?” Silco grumbled, as you were both shoved and jostled by the busy street. The box in your hand rattled as you nudged aside a strangely short person with your foot. 

“How am I supposed to know?” You replied, miffed. “It was your choice.”

“I suspect you must have bewitched me.”

“Am I that alluring?” 

“Temptress,” he spat. You threw your head back and laughed.

Suddenly, he grabbed your shoulder and wrenched you back. Narrowly missing the sizzling oil that was thrust in front of you, you yelped, stumbling and tripping over to fall backwards, right into his chest. He grabbed you and steadied you as you looked at him breathlessly.

The street vendor that had thrown the oil was crossing his burly arms over his chest, as shouts rose from the crowd. A woman stepped forward, her rough voice rising over the rest.

“Hey, you almost fucking got that on my kid!”

The mob grew agitated, tempers rising. Someone shoved someone else, and you could sense a fight breaking out.

You looked around helplessly. There was barely any way out. It felt suffocating. You squeezed the box tighter.

Suddenly Silco grabbed you by the waist, both your wrists being occupied by the box, and shot you a look before dragging you away through a gap in the crowd. He hugged you close to his chest so you wouldn’t get seperated, and before long you both disappeared down an alley, away from the tension.

Breaking away from the crowd you looked at him, face flushed with heat.

And the fight erupted right behind you.

Something metal and heavy flew over your head. He grabbed your wrist and you dropped the box, letting out a panicked scream, before he roughly tugged you along with him, both of you racing down the narrow street. You promptly ran into a metal pole, and groaned, rubbing your nose before he grabbed you again, sharply dragging away your rather pained self. 

You both emerged in a slightly wider street. He grabbed your shoulders and smoothed his hands down your arms. You wiped at your bleeding nose. “Are you okay?” His voice was filled with concern.

“Yeah,” you hissed, gritting your teeth. He pulled a kerchief from his pocket and held it underneath your nose, watching the white fabric soak up the red blood. “M’sorry,” you muttered, a bit of blood dripping into your mouth. You could taste the metallic tang of copper on your tongue. “I ruined your handkerchief.”

“It’s fine,” he said reassuringly. You gave him a mirthless smile, turning away and wiping at more of the blood. His hands were still on the bend of your arms, and you looked at him strangely. His eyes searched your face. After finally deciding you were really okay, he dropped them and they fell away to his sides. “The thing that makes up for it is, that scream you let out was hilarious.”

Your face and ears heated up. “Oh, fuck off.” He laughed.

You both looked around, and a sharp twist of dread in your gut suddenly took hold of you. The place you were in was completely unfamiliar. You didn’t even recognise the brick of the walls, let alone the steel mesh stands and rickety rusted ladders. The small clearing suddenly felt even smaller.

“So… where exactly are we?”

Silence.

Being lost in the undercity was no joke. You walked to the wall on the other edge of the little concrete plateau, placing a hand on the painted brick. The wall was covered in a painted mural. You tilted your head, shielding your eyes from the sun to look up at it properly. 

Silco went up to stand behind you, studying the mural alongside you. It was of a woman, colourful swirls of paint creating her visage, gazing out over the rooftops. It was actually quite beautiful. 

You were both walled in. There were two tiny streets: one from where you entered, and one even tinier one leading out.

You sighed. “Fuck, I dropped Hilda’s order. She’s gonna be so mad at me.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Silco said firmly. “At least you’re safe.”

You crossed your arms and looked away. He pointed at the tiny street leading out. “Let’s go.”

You leaned to the side, craning your neck to peer in. “It… it looks kind of dark though. I don’t wanna go in.”

“Don’t be a pussy,” he said flatly. You shoved him. 

“Language!” You admonished him. He scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“What better idea do you have? Scale the wall?”

“We could try that,” you said slowly, turning around to gaze back up at the wall.

“You can barely climb a tree.”

“I can get onto a rooftop faster than you can.”

“Ladders and window ledges,” he replied smoothly. “You’d be dead without either of them.” He went over to the wall and grazed his hand over it. “And this wall is too flat to climb. We need to go through the alley.”

You swallowed, throat dry. “Fine. We better not get mugged.”

You squeezed into the dim alleyway, feeling Silco right behind you. Unease crawled up your throat to settle on your tongue. You stopped abruptly.

“I want to walk at the back,” you hissed, hands brace on either brick wall on your sides as you stared into the dingy darkness, breathing speeding up. You heard Silco hiss exasperatedly behind you, his breath on your neck.

“Janna, [name], you couldn’t have said that five minutes ago?”

“I’m sorry,” you choked, and he exhaled sharply. You shuffled to turn and face him, grabbing his jacket. He took one look at your face, and his expression softened ever-so slightly.

“Fine,” he hissed, shoving you straight against the wall. You yelped, pressing the back of your head against the bricks as he went to sidle past you, hands gripping your arms, pinning you. “Just know that if you were anyone else I’d make you get over it.”

You cracked a grateful smile, and he looked down at you. His eye twitched subtly, as it always did when he was irritated, and your smile was immediately wiped off of your face.

He lost footing and you yelped again, being pushed farther up the wall as he fell into you, chest pressing flush against yours. Your face heated up as a strand of his hair tickled your nose. He cursed under this breath. “Wh-what happened?”

“Nothing, my foot got stuck on something,” he muttered. His breath was searingly hot on your cheek. You turned your face away, and felt it on your neck instead. You squirmed, and he gripped you harder, squeezing your arms so intensely you thought he’d snap them off. You gasped at the pain.

“That hurts-“ you tried to wriggle out of his grip but he grabbed and shoved you back against the wall again, avoiding your gaze. Heat involuntarily pooled in your stomach. You stopped moving, caught by surprise by your own body. breathing heavily. 

“Don’t move.”

You looked at him and pressed your lips together. Your blood was on fire. You needed out of that position, now. “You okay?”

“Just-“ his voice was shaking. “Don’t move.”

He seemed to have fixed the issue with his foot because then he pushed past you, letting go of your arms. You stared at his back, and grabbed onto his jacket, pressing close to him. He tensed beneath you, then relaxed, melting into the contact. Your eyes darted around in the darkness as you both advanced.

“We’re almost out,” he said reassuringly. You just squeezed his jacket harder.

You both finally emerged into daylight. He looked at your face, which had paled considerably, and tugged on his messed-up hair to re-tie it. You pulled your arms around yourself, and was caught by surprise when he gathered you in an embrace.

You found your shivers subsiding in his warmth. “I’m fine,” you muttered. “It was just- it was tight, and it was dark. Made me anxious.”

“You’re fine,” he replied, mirroring your own words. You remembered your reaction to being pressed against him in the alleyway and immediately pulled yourself out of his grip. Him, on the other hand, seemed to be having the same reaction, snatching his hands away from you.

He turned away quickly, squinting in the sunlight. “I recognise this place.” He turned to you and flicked his head over his shoulder. “…Come on.”

You didn’t say anything- just jammed your hands in your pockets and stumbled after him.

The walk back to Hilda’s shop was an a strangely awkward one.

-

By the fifth time your employees had returned you were beginning to grow extremely frustrated. Not to mention the fateful day Donna had arrived at your office:

“The enforcers are issuing us a warning.”

“Did they issue Silco’s people a warning?”

Donna shrugged. “No idea.”

You’d learned from Sevika- after a lot of threatening Donna’s life- that they had in fact not.

So, you did what anyone would decide to do. You decided to pay a visit to your future property.

Nodding at the group of armed people you’d brought along with you to stay put, you entered the building. The sky was dark and the air was cold, silence weighing down on you heavily. You turned up the collar of your coat. The door was left wide open.

You figured no conflicts would arise inside the building, considering the fact that neither party wanted the place damaged. You clicked on a flashlight, waving it about, eyes scouring the shadows. The place was practically bare, a simple lift at the end of the giant room, a couple of doors and a stairwell.

Footsteps.

You turned off the light, flooding the place in darkness. 

The footsteps were disgustingly distinct- the signature thump of the boots those dratted enforcers wore. You stepped back, pressing yourself into the corner as he appeared at the foot of the stairs, waving about his own flashlight. You ducked behind a concrete bar, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

You saw the beam of light advancing. 

Then, something else. Something orange glowing in the darkness. 

An eye.

You pressed your hand over your mouth, stifling a gasp as you watched Silco and the enforcer, who you now recognised as Piltover’s Sheriff, go towards the open door. Before Silco left, they shook hands.

You knew a deal when you saw one.

The Sheriff turned as he was left alone, the flashlight sweeping across the floor. It landed on you.

He screamed.

You screamed.

Lunging at him with terrifying speed, you knocked the flashlight from his hands, forcing him to the floor. He grabbed you and you tumbled down with him, digging your elbow into his chest. He groaned, reaching for his gun, but you were too quick- you grabbed the flashlight and cracked it over his head, which snapped back as he groaned again.

You wrenched the gun from the holster and pressed it against the side of his head. “Don’t fucking move,” you warned gleefully.

Blood dripped down his chin. He cursed softly as you tilted the gun, dragging it down his cheekbone. You gave him a catlike grin and shone the flashlight directly into his eyes. He squeezed them shut, cursing again.

“Hello, Sheriff,” you said smoothly. “Care to explain what I just saw?”

He didn’t say anything, most likely still dazed from the hits he’d taken from you. You tapped the barrel of the gun on the side of his head impatiently. “It all makes sense now.”

“…What?” He muttered. You threw your head back and laughed.

“Why you enforcers are so interested in this place.” You smirked at him, watching him squirm beneath you. “Why you’re crawling up my ass, while you barely spare Silco a second glance.” The gun clicked. “You have a deal with him, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the Sheriff said through gritted, bloodied teeth. You sighed heavily, pressing down on where you assumed his voice box would be.

“What’s your name?”

He let out a strange gurgling sound.

“Well, alright, ‘augh,‘“ you snorted. “Don’t bother fucking with me. I know he’s getting you to try to wipe me out and repel me from the factory so he can lay claim to it himself.”

‘Augh’ did not reply, too busy being tormented by the light of your flashlight. His eyes had grown bloodshot as you repeatedly flashed it in his face, then away, in- then away. A salty tear trickled down the side of his face. You removed your hand from his throat, and he spluttered.

“Marcus,” he gasped.

You cocked your head to the side. “What?”

“My name’s Marcus. Please, just- don’t tell anyone about the deal. I swear I’ll do anything.” His voice was broken and shaking. Scared.

You pouted, pressing the gun back to his head. “Why not? I could just blow your brains out on the floor right now. And then you won’t be able to tell anyone about it either,” you sniggered.

“Look, I’ll- I’ll call off the enforcers. They won’t bother you. You can fight Silco in peace.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you grinned, pulling the gun away. You lazily tipped it to the ceiling, pulling on the trigger.

The bang was deafening. It was still ringing in your ears as you pulled yourself off of Marcus, kicking him away from you. He scrambled up, dragging himself away as he fled.

It was still ringing when your people ran inside in a frenzy to watch you standing above a few splotches of blood and a flickering flashlight, blowing on the steaming barrel. 

Who the hell does he think he is? Your eyes darted around the darkness. Already fucking holding secret meetings in here like he owns the place. 

But no matter what, your mind was whirring, sifting through the next steps. He’ll figure out you know. You pocketed the gun. That’ll make you a proper target now. 

But another thought: how could you hold this over his head?

You could tip off the Pilties, and cause a whole load of problems for him and Marcus. You could tell the Lanes. Tell them how he was working with their worst enemy. However, the second option seemed less inviting, knowing he was most likely working with Marcus in a way that benefitted Zaun, and not the other way around.

In other words, Marcus was working for him. 

You left the factory, your guards behind you. You adjusted your coat and dusted off your shoulder. 

You could figure out what to do later. Until then, you desperately needed a bath.

You left the factory with more knowledge than you had entered. Knowledge that you could weaponise.

You were slowly gaining the upper hand.

[theskeletonprior]

Commissions Open!

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To Live in Infamy (2k Durgetash)

The morning, Enver is lucky enough to have pants on. The Slayer snaps his chains as it comes screaming into the daylight, barrelling out of the bed. The force of Infamy’s awakening sends Enver rolling onto the floor, narrowly missing being crushed by the bedframe. He’s tangled in their sheets, and already lamenting that they’ll need to be replaced. This silk had come all the way from Waterdeep. That’s his first thought, even with his heart pounding in his ears. He struggles to free himself, but the Slayer isn’t coming for him. There’s the acrid smell of half-cast sorcery, and then the screaming starts. When something warm and wet splashes onto him, soaking through the sheets, Enver hopes it’s blood. The crunching of bones and the smell of bright copper gives him a little hope that it’s not something worse. It wouldn’t be the first time a would be assassin emptied their stomach or their bowels in terror before the Slayer. Enver unrolls himself at last, leaning back on his elbows to enjoy the show, even as the blood—and thank goodness it is blood—soaks through his nice sheets. The mess quite nearly defies description.

Callus (2k Tav/Astarion/Halsin)

“Oh, my dear, what a miserable turn of events.” Astarion kisses Lukan’s hair gently. “I could probably catch up with him, you know. Plenty of good alleyways in this end of town to drag him into, get him acquainted with my nice new boots. Sturdy enough to kick a man entirely to death.” “You got new boots?” Lukan can’t help a watery smile, desperate to redirect the conversation. He doesn’t want Thindulion killed. It had been bad enough to bury his mother, and as much as he wants to hate his father for abandoning them, he hates the thought of being orphaned even more. And now he knows he has a sister, and he couldn’t put her through that. “That’s beside the point,” Astarion says. “I’m asking if a little spot of patricide might cheer you up.” Lukan shakes his head. “It’s not like that,” he says. He wants to try to make light, to play along with Astarion’s flippant turn of phrase, but it’s just too heavy. It doesn’t go unnoticed. “I might have another idea, in that case,” Astarion tells him. “Why don’t you have a sit on the bed, get those boots off, and I’ll be back, having done precisely no murders, I promise.”

In the Spider’s Parlor (3.5k Tav/Kar'niss)

She peers over her shoulder at him and then rolls her head, exposing more of her neck. Suddenly his need, that wretched appetite, is not as hideous as it has been, he feels no disgust for what he wants, for the curse that makes him want it. There’s only this moment. He nips lightly, slipping his arms around her, embracing the warmth. He reaches out with his forelegs, feeling her, holding her securely as he had done that first time. He’s heard the sound she makes when letting blood, and now he knows it for what it is. Pleasure. His purr rumbles low in his chest, but he never bites, lapping softly at the thin rivulet of blood that wells from where he’s nipped her, one delectable drop at a time. Solinore reaches up, one hand tangling in his hair, relaxing in his grip. “What you ask of me, is yours,” Kar’niss says, applying pressure to the nick he’d made to stop what little bleeding he’d caused. “You sure?” she asks, playfully. “I could ask for another ride on your back. Or…” He knows what that smirk implies. “What you ask of me,” he says again, “is yours.”

[sulumuns-dootah]

13. 10. Phonecall - Buer

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Warnings: Buer abuses his position as a medical professional

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Your fingers repeatedly tap on the surface of your nightstand as the phone in your other hand rings. You're calling Buer. Not because you want to, but because your demon friends insisted on it. Apparently you've been behaving differently according to them.

“Hello? This is Buer speaking.” a calm voice finally accepts the call. The professional tone of his voice stirs something in you for some reason.

“Uh.. Hi, this is Y/N. I was told I should call you. Or at least Astaroth and Valefor told me to.”

“Ah, nice to hear from you. So, would you say there has been something wrong as of late?” you can hear a click of pen and the sound of some scribbling.

“I-uh... I don't think so... I guess I'm having hard time falling asleep and concentrating?” you try to rack your brain for anything you've noticed out of the ordinary. The only other thing that comes to mind is the fact that everyone seems to try and get on your nerves.

“Hm... Have you also been experiencing some days where you can't seem to be able to get out of bed and once you do everything irritates you?” Buer inquires and hits a bull's eye. You've been feeling those things for the past few days, but you've chalked it up to your hormonal cycle.

“Yes.”

“Oh, well then, let's try this... Are you alone right now, Y/N?” the sound of your voice from the demon on the other line once again stirs something in your lower region.

“Uh-yeah...” you have no idea why he's asking you this or if that matters for your diagnosis. Maybe he wants you to try some yoga positions that have the potential to look embarrassing?

“Ah, that's great. Now, could you settle down somewhere comfortable with preferably ample of space around you?” his questions turn more and more weird. What kind of yoga or whatever is he gonna make you do?

“S-sure?”

“Good. Please bare with me, but could you start touching your body in any way that arouses you? I believe I know what the problem is-” you make a startle hum, but move to lay back against the headboard of your bed and follow his instructions, “- what you've described to me sounds like a lack of any sexual activity. If you wouldn't mind sharing, how long has it been since the last time you've partaken in such activity?”

Your touches are already starting to awaken the heat in your body and Buer's voice only helps to ignite it even further. You almost don't hear the question despite practically clinging onto every word coming from the healer demon on the other end.

“I-uhh... About few months actually...”

“Well, aren't you lucky to have me talk you through as many orgasms as you need... You can start teasing yourself now.”

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Shh... The prompt for tomorrow is Knife play ^^